I found myself stewing in rage, with Ariel attempting to calm me down. It was hours after Climax Control wrapped up for the week, the two of us heading out to the airport to go home and see our kids, Arthur and Rose, back in Detroit, Illinois. We were inside our customized limoseuine, our driver taking us away from the arena in Carson City, Neveda, not bothering to listen to the chat was currently in progress.

Kain: Of all the stupid decisions that Mark Ward had to go ahead and make, this is simply one of the worst he can pull off against me. I thought I clearly gave him the message to stay out of my way and to let me do what I want when I torched his car recently?

Ariel: He didn't get the message apparently. Are you thinking of giving him another warning?

I nodded in response.

Kain: Yeah, I'll have to think of a more creative, more effective way of sending the message right back to him. After all, Ariel, I'm the guy that takes his company and leads it into places that's beyond his comprehension! No one else on the roster has the courage to take this place, by the throat, and lead it to where it has to go. I may be a tag-team champion with Frost now, but make no mistake about it; I intend to get everything I want out of this business and go after the biggest prize on the table; the SCW championship, the one that Spike Staggs currently holds.

Ariel: Don't worry, baby. Everything will be given to us the way you and I want it. I even think about wanting to get in there and mess with the divas to get the SCW Bombshell championship. Only one thing, although significant and important, holds me back.

Kain: The kids?

It was her that nodded, this time, and looked away, at the scenery, as she continued to speak.

Ariel: Yeah, someone has to be around for them and as much as I enjoy tearing people apart, I have to ask myself. Are we setting a good example? Will they be able to understand that we are showing a dark side of ourselves, but only for a limited time? That's why I'm holding back, Alex, because I still want to show that both of us can be good parents to them. My parents weren't good to me when I was a kid, but with our twins now born, my relationship with them has improved considerably. And that's another factor too, Alex, would my parents understand if I fought in the ring again?

Kain: Well, the way I've always seen it, you've always made your own choices, right? No matter what people thought? If you want to enter SCW and go after the Bombshells and hunt down the current SCW champion, by all means, go for it. But if you don't think it's the right thing to do, then just leave the matter alone. Either way, whatever you do, I will support you in whatever decision you make.

She looked at me and I returned her gaze as the limo continued to drive us towards the airport.

Ariel: Are you sure?

Kain: Absolutely, sweetheart. You fell in love with me and chose to be with me until death does us part. I won't be letting you go anytime soon. Besides, a good man always sticks by his woman, no matter her ups and downs.

She smiled that beautiful smile that only belonged to me and kissed me deep on the lips. My cell phone was ringing within my suit, so I broke off the kiss and snatched the device out of its pocket. Checking to see who it is, I recognized the number immediately; the number came from a secretary that works in one of the offices of the main SCW headquarters. I accepted the call and placed it on my right ear as Ariel put her head on my chest.

Kain: Yes, this is Kain.

Yes, Kain, would you be able to willing do an interview with Rocky Mountains?

Interviews is something I don't mind doing as long as they are with the right people and it's better her than Pussy Willows. Why not? They needed to hear what's going on with me currently, especially if I want my voice to be heard all over the world. It's a voice that no one can escape really, because it's really good to hear and it's a voice that speaks the truth. Without truth in life, what else can you use as an excuse for anything?

Kain: Tell her that's fine and to meet me at my mansion in two days's time.

The secretary hung up on the other side and I closed my phone and re-inserted it into its pocket again just as we were arriving at the airport. Unfortunately, the media are like wolves, always waiting and eager to chomp us. We immediately put our game faces on and got out of the limo. Ariel got out of the car first and security surrounded her and got her inside the airport, telling reporters to make room. The reporters, in return, shouted questions towards her while I paid an airport attendant to grab our bags, place them on a cart, and bring it inside. We, too, were also surrounded like security of our own and we entered the airport and left the cameras behind.

* * * * * *

My name is Kain, The King Of Kings, and it is now my time to speak!

I’ll be frank with you. After speaking to Rocky Mountain, about one week ago, and spoke to her about everything, I came to realize that I loathe repeats. Not repeats of victories, mind you, because they boost you with confidence and make you even more excited about the future, but repeats of opponents that are not up to your standards and don’t give you any challenge. No matter how brutalizing their beating towards me becomes, it’s not enough to take me down completely. As a result, I’m able to rise up and deliver the goods, without much ease and without much sweating either. It bores me, having to deal with the same people in the same circumstances, over and over again. It’s like listening to your favorite artist’s single and getting bored of the act really quick. It was good the first few times, but after that, it quickly becomes a tiresome act that you just want to stop listening to. When I took on Goth and Casper Grey the first time, along with the Young Lions, for the first time, it was invigorating, challenging even! But now, it’s a pointless tale that everybody quickly grows of and I hate it. I’m sick and tired of having to use my amazing skills and superior physique against fragile, unintellectual foes to get the job done. Why not throw me a real challenge, such as Nick Jones or why not even give me Spike Staggs to deal with for a change? It would be a refreshing pace of change for me to deal with and I would enjoy it even more than dealing with a bunch of inept clowns that were NEVER ready to step into the big leagues with me. First The Young Lions, now Goth and Casper The Friendly Ghost, both teams involved in this upcoming carnage. To make matters worse, the titles are up for grabs YET AGAIN! As much as I hate the situation and what’s been given to me by that asshole Mark Ward, I have no choice but to step on to the battlefield, one more time, and deliver a beating of epic proportions. No, I’m not talking about one that’s enough for a pin or a submission. I’m talking about a beating that will end their existence for all eternity and I’m hoping that Frost is on the same wavelength as I am, because I’m ready to destroy all who oppose me and leave them in the dust. Blood Omen will be the ones to rise up, kill the words of the naysayers, gain more believers, and walk away with the SCW tag-team championships one more time! It is now time to deliver the verbal beating that you all love SO MUCH, because it’s just as painful as the physicality side of things inside the ring. The great thing about me lashing out in rage is that none of you can withstand my anger and hatred, not to mention every word being laced with truth and honesty. No lies, no crap. What you hear from me is the truth from everything that I have seen and experienced. With that in mind, let’s begin with the first of the two idiotic teams, the Young Lions, and how stupid they were to make the choice that will cost them in their lives at Blaze Of Glory II.

You see, Trevor, I’ll only admit this one; I allowed my blind rage to get the best of me and that made me focus solely on your friend, Aleksei, enabling you and your buddy to jump me from behind. That’s my responsibility, so consider it a freebie, because you won’t be getting free shots from this point on. Do you honestly think that you could just walk away, thinking that you are going to “kick that boy’s ass” at Blaze Of Glory II? It doesn’t matter how much words of encouragement Aleksei is giving you, because none of it will aid you when I see you in the ring. Your actions, as of late, has proven to me that you cannot handle anything on your own, nor would you ever have the balls to challenge me in fair combat, Trevor. Truth is, you are like so many other fools out there; it’s either with an entourage, a friend, or making up some kind of lame excuse or protest with lies and dishonesty to get what you think is rightfully yours, a match of your own choosing. So I want to ask you that very question; why can’t you simply be a man, admit defeat as it happens, and chose another path that’s more suitable for you, such as the minor leagues? Quite frankly, Trevor, you don’t belong here, in the Sin City Wrestling organization, nor do you belong in any other professional wrestling capacity. And why is that? Because out here, son, the competition is too hot for you to handle. Try as you might to jump into the frying pan, you’re going to get burned and will quickly ask for cold water to soothe away the pain. And that’s what happens for most of your matches, except for the ones that involve the King Of Kings, a man destined for great things in the world! In fact, every time I decimate you and your worthless partner to shreds, all I leave is a lifetime of scars that you cannot simply wish to see go away. Try as you might to stay away from my world and attempt to see them all heal, but they stick on to you like a parasite. Try taking out that parasite and it only comes back for more. Well, you got your wish, Trevor, you are coming back for more. More pain, more torture, more of everything that you could ask from me and so much more. Hell, you’ll even get my “condescending” tone, all its trademarks and truth that everyone just LOVES to hear from my side of the street! If you don’t like my voice, my skill, or my superiority, for that matter, all you had to do was simply walk away and never cross paths with me again. But you had to be a complete moron, didn’t you? You couldn’t allow yourself to be the better man, walk the high road. Instead, you foolishly chose to attack me to exact revenge for your loss. It had NOTHING to do with protecting your friend, Aleski. Fact is, Trevor, you were and still are jealous of the fact that Frost and I overcame all the odds and destroyed the opposition in order to retain the titles in our wake. Our last match wasn’t completed and, out of the kindness of our hearts, I might add, Frost and I decided to give you one last shot at it, but it’s no longer about business anymore, Trevor. It’s personal! I just hope that you and your partner, Max, are ready to perish from this world, because I am now on a mission to eradicate the competition, use you both, along with Goth and Casper, as my stepping stones towards victory, putting one more match in the win undefeated and showing the ENTIRE WORLD that Blood Omen is no joke, no fluke, and is a team that will stay for a long time, WITH the titles around their waists!

Max, you should have done the right thing all week long. You should have shifted your focus and made sure it stayed on Frost and I. Instead, you decided to waste your time and deliberately spoke of Goth and Casper, thinking they were the more dangerous team that you both should be contending with. Are you kidding me? Why are you ignoring the biggest threat there is of all? And I’m not talking about Goth, despite what HE loves to think on a twenty-four hour, seven days-a-week basis! Goth is an idiot, a sore loser that doesn’t understanding the meaning of honor and pride and it’s unfortunate that you and your friend are part of that club exclusively! I can’t help but wonder what exactly makes you someone that even qualifies to be a champion or a wrestler, for that matter? Do you like to think that getting all the advice from your confidant and leader is what makes you the hottest man out there? Do you think that it’s your personality or your lack of seriousness that makes you an attractive force for all walks of life to look up to? If you believe either to be true, then you are out your mind! Max, I’m going to put it into words that even a toddler can understand; you will lose in this game. You will not win the titles at all and do you really want to know why? It’s exactly what I described to you previously; neither you nor your pal, Trevor Irons, are serious enough to handle the titles and the pressure that is given once you earn them with blood, sweat, and tears! Good lord, if it were to happen, Mark Ward and Christian Underwood would be sweating their balls off, trying to figure out a way exactly how their business would be better for the good of mankind IF the Young Lions were the tag-team champions! We all know it by now; you both contain a serious lack of charisma, you are obviously unpopular with the masses (except for the minor, collective few that are obsessed about The Young Lions, in which case I can’t help but pity the poor people for their lack of decent intellect and good judgment on their behalf), and you possess little to no skill. Like Goth and Casper, neither you nor Trevor bring any amazing skill to the table. It doesn’t matter if the odds favor or not in your hands, Max, neither of you will never be able to get the job done in the ring. So it should be completely pointless to you by now, don’t you think? If I were in your shoes, I would have given up on this business and walk away from it all. But no, Max, you are simply too stubborn, too foolish, and too weak to do the right thing. You and Trevor, this time around, are finished for good. I can’t wait to take one good look at you both before I start giving you both the kinds of beatings your parents should have given to you all those years ago. I can’t wait to crush every bone in your body, force every ounce of your blood to spill, and leave you dying in that pool of gore. I can’t wait to have the referee hold up Frost and I’s arms in victory, the titles once again in our possession. When all that happens, Max, maybe, JUST MAYBE, you’ll finally have the decency to say “You know what? We fought that Kain guy. He’s too good, too powerful, and we need to make sure to give him the proper respect that he deserves.” Then again, you probably will NEVER get to say that once I’m finished with the both of you, witless worms that deserved to be crushed beneath my boots! For now, I suggest you pray to whatever God you seek power and enlightenment from, because the man that you’ll see will no longer be a man. He’ll be a God that will bestow no mercy upon you or your worthless soul and he’ll cast you to the bowels of Hell forever. Prepare to bow to the TRUE King Of Kings, acknowledge my superiority over you, then die and return to the place whence you came, Max, because you won’t be walking out of Blaze Of Glory II with either the title or your life! Count on it!

You know, Goth, a zebra never changes its stripes and it’s funny to see it all unfold my eyes. You know, how predictable you are, how you utter the same nonsense to me, over and over again. This has to be the worst act since the Harlem Shake! You make it sound like this was all part of your master plan; lose to me again and again, let me think that I have the upper hand, then take me when I’m that overconfident. Are you that insane? Do you really think that I’m going to be falling for any of your traps in this mindgame of ours? Yes, we have a long history of hatred towards each other, but do not think, for one second, that I have grown overconfident. I know of the game that you play inside the ring, I know how dangerous you can be, but I can’t help but wonder how exactly you appear to be new. You tell me that, in our next encounter, you are going to be reborn and put into the body of a more terrifying monster than before, but I cannot take you seriously. You, the man that leads of what was once one of the greatest wrestling federations of all time is now a man who provides little or no entertainment to the public. I cannot help but shake my head at every word you use, every lie you fathom, and every psychological mindgame you try to throw at me, only to end up backfiring you in the end. I don’t think you fully understand what’s at stake here and more importantly, I don’t believe your ambition against me will become the decisive factor in the things to come. May I remind you, Goth, that you and I have fought each other plenty of times and each time we have clashed, I simply have become the better of you, the man to rightfully bear the King Of Kings title. Truth is, Goth, you tell me that you aren’t jealous, that you are a man of your word, that you’ll take me out for good, but you can’t. And you want to know why? Because to me, it’s like a chess match; my opponent may think he’s two-three steps ahead of me, but I’m ALWAYS ten steps ahead of them! For in our previous encounters, Goth, I have been able to match you, move by move, counter you with anything you dish at me, and I bring it back to you tenfold, in the worst ways imaginable. What you see in front of your eyes is not John Cena, not by any stretch of the imagination! As great as it is for the crowd to cheer for me, you have to realize that everything I do within any federation I work for is all for me. I am VERY appreciative of all the efforts that Frost is putting into his match and I have no doubt that he’s just as responsible as I am for the success that we have attained together, but the truth is, I’m the one that everyone looks to for leadership when all else goes wrong. Not the two leaders of the federation, not anyone else in the lockeroom, certainly not you either, but ME! Everything I do, Goth, resolves to two things; determination and courage to set matter right with their bare hands, something that you lack in both departments. How many times must you fall before you get back up, Goth? How many times must you realize that I am CLEARLY the superior man capable of punishing all those who dare to stand in my way and be wiped out from the face of the Earth? You don’t think I have what it takes to kill you, but I do. I’ve put men in a hospital and have even paralyzed some to the point of where they can no longer move in their own will, forced to be stuck in a wheelchair for a long time and have even reached that boiling point that no one else wishes to go. I don’t care who you are, Goth, but everyone holds back in whatever they do, because they don’t wish to lose something. I NEVER hold back my anger, Goth, and you will certainly attest to this truth one more time, when I take you on in the ring, when I clench your throat with both of my hands, choke the life out of you, showing you that I am not one to play around. To me, Goth, every fight that I’m involved in is NOT a game; it’s a job, one that requires my life and my reputation to be on the line. Twice now I have dethroned you from your title. Twice have I shown you that you are no match for me and for what I am capable of.  So you can go on ahead, Goth, keep on examining, keep on talking, keep on telling the world the lies that you believe to be truth, because I swear to the high heavens, I’m going to put you to sleep, put you out of your misery, and show the ENTIRE world that Goth is not a legend to be remembered, not a name to be feared of, but a mere, mortal man that had everything to lose and nothing to gain and when it was all taken away from him, he was stripped of all that he was. Goth. Then I really want you to take a good step back and answer me this; had things REALLY changed or were you really just bullshitting yourself to the point of where you have deluded yourself to believe it in full? Because in the end, you won’t win the titles at all, for you and your partner are not cohesive enough to complete the job in a timely fashion. It’s too bad, Goth, because you’re simply out of luck. No gun is required to do what is necessary; only my fists, feet, my amazing mind, my awesome body, and my incredible skill is all it will take to demolish the likes of a boy like you!

Since I mentioned your partner a short while ago, allow me to rip him a new one, if I may! Casper, the last time I heard from you, you boarded a train of ugliness and spoke unintelligently. You proceeded to trash my name, my tag-team name, spoke of a videogame that had nothing to do with our match, and got your ass kicked for all the trouble you caused. You see, I expect YOU to try come up with something different, but I doubt it. As I see it, you are going to try to change tactics and try to hit me with untruths and petty ridicule and it’s unfortunate, Casper The Friendly Ghost, because you will not succeed. I didn’t think of you as much of a threat the last time we clashed and your blows, whether it be from your punches or kicks, didn’t really matter in the scheme of things, because they simply NEVER damaged me, Casper. For all your boasting and trash-talking, your actions sure made you the man around that place! I cannot believe that Mark Ward had you partnered up with Goth, because you literally FORCE the guy to carry the majority of the load on behalf of the team and it’s just damn sad. And even then, Casper, it just wouldn’t be enough to hold on to the titles. In truth, I honestly think you don’t want to be here. I honestly think that you desire nothing more but to get more involved in singles competition, hoping that you’ll have a better chance in possibly winning a match, becoming a #1 contender for a certain title, or even winning that title. At one point in time, I thought you had potential. At one point in time, Casper, I thought you would be able to stand out in the crowd. As it stands, however, you remain one of the biggest fools I’ve ever had to deal with in the SCW. So here’s what I’m going to tell you; if you are somehow thinking that you’ll have a chance against Frost and I, now that you’ve faced us, please think again. The titles are staying around our waist for a good long time, Casper. You better take my warning, as should all of you, at least this once; immediately contact Mark Ward and Christian Underwood and tell both men that you want NOTHING to do with our next encounter. Otherwise, stay on this course and you will give me no choice but to reward you with my fist in your mouth, destroying your teeth in the process, making you bleed profusely, and my feet kicked on your chest and ribs, breaking their bones into tiny, little pieces! Casper, you’ll do well to perish from the rest of this world, just like how the rest of my opponents will after it’s all said and done!

For now, I will say this. The titles that are around our waists will be staying with us for the longest time. I take each victory and soak it in with pride and happiness, because it allows me to grow stronger in every way possible. With Frost by my side, we are able to dominate the competition, one by one, and tell the entire landscape that Blood Omen is going to be remembered as the greatest tag-team champions to ever exist in the Sin City Wrestling organization. Frost and I, however, are tired of you jackals, always striving to make a name for yourselves and yet are forced to crash hard into the ground, gaining nothing from it. This time, everything will be at an end. Everything will be taken away from all four of you and none of you will walk away with what you desire the most; the SCW tag-team championship belts. I, along with Frost, have shown to you both teams, time and again, that we know how to work together as a unit, we know how to deliver the goods when the moments are right, and we both take our team seriously. We take it seriously because it means EVERYTHING to us and we chose to follow this path together. Frost is a fighter of immense talent and since he has me to back him up, I believe, within my heart of hearts, that no one will ever be able to annihilate us from the face of the planet. It’s literally impossible to take us out. You could hit us with a heat-seeking missile, for all I care, and we would still stand in the dust, literally untouched and unfazed from it all! Goth, Casper, Trevor, and Max, you better show it to us just how badly you want the titles. You better show us just how badly you want to win this match and avenge yourselves from the losses that you sustained, because Frost and I are coming at you with everything we got and much, MUCH more. None of you will leave the arena alive. None of you will ever see the light of day, for every time I walk into that arena, it’s nothing but hurt, misery, and pain that follow in my wake! Your inevitable destruction is at the palm of my hands and I look forward to delivering that destruction at Blaze Of Glory II. When it is all said and done, Blaze Of Glory II will be OUR crowning achievement, our tag-titles retained and our foes wiped from the Earth for all eternity!

My name is Kain, I am The King Of Kings, and I…have spoken!

 “Rose, what are you doing?”

I could hear Ariel talking in the background as I see Rose crawling on the living room floor, while Arthur was wide-awake, babbling away in his little own world. My daughter and son mean the world to me and it’s unfortunate that I have to see it unfold on an IPhone.

In the back of a limo, I’m on my way to my hotel in Reno, Neveda, where the next chapter of my legacy continues. I hate it though, having to be away from your own family for a short while. However, it won’t last long, since Ariel and the kids are coming to Reno, Neveda sometime later. Meanwhile, I’m stuck, having to watch endless videos of my kids growing up before my eyes.
I remember that night, the night where I visited my parents’ graves. That changed everything for me and because of that, I’m a new man that turned a new leaf and is becoming a better human being out of the deal. However, I cannot say the same for here, in the SCW, where my cruel, callous rage still boils when it explodes. No one wants to be a part of my anger when they come across me. It doesn’t matter if I won or lost against whoever I was fighting, they all got the message; that I was the King Of Kings and when you crossed paths with a fighter like me, nothing will ever be the same.

I wonder if Trevor Irons will FINALLY get that lesson in mind, as well as Amanda Cortez, who is nothing more but a delusional, pathetic woman that thinks she has it all planned.  Sorry to crash the party, but you don’t. People love to be in that mindset of sorts; how they know their opponents like the back of their hand, how they could possibly use that to their advantage. But that’s not how life works. You could put me in front of guys like Mark Ward, Christain Underwood, or even Synn himself and I still wouldn’t be afraid of them and I still wouldn’t mind kicking their ass and making them my bitch from flagpole to flagpole. It’s really that simple; you will lose to me and let me have my way. Otherwise, you’re going down in flames in a miserable fashion.

Driver: Excuse me, Alex, but you have arrived in the hotel.

I heard the voice of the driver, who was looking at my eyes through his front mirror. I closed off my phone, shoved it deep within my jacket, then looked up and nodded. As the window rolled back up, I looked at the entrance and couldn’t help but shake my head. The reporters apparently discovered where I would be staying and were awaiting for my arrival. Grunting to myself, I put on my sunglasses as the limo stopped in front of the entrance doors. Immediately, they rushed the limo, yelling towards me with questions and statements.

I pushed the passenger door open and stepped into the glorious sun shining above, facing the reporters as I stepped forward, my game face turned on completely.

* * *

Here I am once again, in the midst of a tag-team tournament, given a partner and to do battle with an old, recurring foe by force. It always seems like the odds are stacked against me. No matter; I’m willing to tackle the odds and turn them into my favor. It’s questionable, however, of the final reward that leads up to it; will we be simply crowned as winners or is there more than meets the eye? The only way to discover the end result is by getting there first and that won’t be an easy task, since sixteen men and sixteen Bombshells are thrown into the mix by volunteering for the job, me included. However, I can guarantee a victory in the works, since I’ve taken on Trevor Irons twice now, the same man who I’ve destroyed the first time around and whose dream of being a tag-team champion was interrupted and eventually ruined by a pesky man and his giant bodyguard. If I must deal with this foe again, so be it, for this time, there will be no interruptions, but a certain conclusion in which one team emerges with victory and the other is taken out of the equation. So if you are betting man, or a betting woman, as the case may be, then I would hope that you’d place your bet on the King Of Kings and Alexis Morrison, unless if she plans to betray me amidst the violent conflict.

So exactly what have you both gotten yourselves into? I’m not talking about just another battle, just another day in the office; I’m talking about the day of reckoning that’s about to occur. I won’t soil my honor or reputation by taking on a woman, since my code of ethics forbids me from laying hands against them. In this case, Amanda Cortez, but I won’t lay a finger on her, so she won’t be my problem. However, I do have one issue to take up with her; she judged a book by its cover, telling the whole world that I seem like a “complete nobody”. Completely wrong and inaccurate, I must say. After all, I’m currently one half of the tag-team champions. You know, Blood Omen, the team that kicked Sinful Obsession’s ass and ended their long reign in one night? I suppose you are blinded by history and oblivious to the facts that are right in front of you, but no worries. I’ll leave you alone to your delusional, pathetic world and the ideals surrounding it. My only interest, in this match, is to win. If Alexis Morrison is indeed as cruel as she claims to be, then I surely hope that she kicks your sorry ass and leaves you lying in a pool of your own blood. Otherwise, I may have to deal with the fact that she could turn it all around and make us lose in favor of her own selfish gain. I’ll have to watch my back more closely than ever if I am to succeed in winning this round and moving on to the next fight.

For the first time, I’m not dueling with the Young Lions, just one-half of that fragile alliance. While I am pleased that you were denied of your dream of being the tag-team champions, I can’t say that I am happy about the way it ended. It was an unsatisfactory conclusion that needs to be resolved sometime down in the future, so I can’t help but agree with Lucian that both you and Max deserve one more shot at us and believe me, IT WILL HAPPEN. It’s merely a question of when and where. However, this could be the last opportunity you’ll ever get a chance to find out if you are better than me, which clearly you aren’t. As I have spoken previously in the past, you and Max Burke aren’t ready. You guys are not serious enough to dominate the competition and to usher in an age of your own creation, thus not giving us the impression that you are to be taken seriously in the first place. But this is your chance of earning revenge, with my blood on your hands. So here’s my question; can you accomplish that feat? The answer, I know for a fact, is no. I’m a one-of-a-kind guy, Trevor, the kind of guy that doesn’t rely on backup of jackoffs that are complete failures or the guy that thinks he’s in charge of a company and can do what he pleases, but really isn’t all that anyway. No, Trevor, I fight my own battles and as the announcers correctly stated when I first stared down the giant, I’m afraid of no one. Not even you, a worthless ant that deserves to be crushed on by the boots that I wear to the ring every time. Your chances of winning are marginally slim against me. You won’t have Max Burke to rely on for help this time, Trevor. No, in fact, you’ll be dealing with a woman whose plan seems ridiculous and far-fetched beyond anything I’ve heard as of recent days. The good news is that it will not be my problem to deal with at all. So anything you can try to do against me will end up in total failure, Trevor. You need to start thinking of our next confrontation as a great lesson of sorts; never be involved in a situation that you can’t win your way out, because I guarantee you, you won’t be walking out of the arena as winners. Neither you nor Amanda Cortez have a chance in hell in emerging victorious!

And so it begins, the conflict that will settle the first debacle and enable this new, but temporary association to move on to the next stage of the tournament.  My curiosity is already peaked and I’m headed onto the battlefield, determined to prove myself worthy again and again, in the hopes of redeeming myself in few ways while keeping myself from the days of yore intact. For you both, it’s going to be the end of a dream that was brief and will never come to pass. For Alexis Morrison and I, it’s going to be the start of a permanent victory that allow us to show the whole world why we are indeed great in our own, special way. But let’s be clear though; I’m not underestimating either one of you. I know what both of your accomplishments are and I also know what you both are capable of. You have proven yourselves to be deadly combatants, but until this point, you really haven’t met anything like me. Trevor, in his infinite wisdom, can possibly claim to know me by this point, but he really doesn’t, for I always offer something new to the table. I’m a demon that changes shape, right in front of their eyes, and blind them quick and strike hard before they’ll ever know what hit them. Trevor’s experiences against me should prove this by now, but if the lesson hasn’t sunk in yet, then I’ll be glad to teach him a lesson one more time. As for Amanda Cortez, she’s about to find out just how mistakenly wrong she is about me, for calling me a “complete nobody” is indeed one of the lamest insults I’ve heard used against me. How many times have I crushed the underground fighting scene? Too many to count and today, my reign as a tag-team champion has just begun. With or without Alexis Morrison’s aid, I plan on ending your futile struggle and taking up the mantle of being honored as one of the greatest, if not THE GREATEST, fighters to ever roam the Earth. Neither of you will discover a permanent triumph, but a permanent loss that will forever be etched in your careers.

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

 I thought today would be a good day for me. Instead, it ended up with me being arrested at the end of the night.

It all started when I entered the lair's enemy, his mansion in Detroit, Michigan, and closed the sliding door behind me. I had it all figured out, or at least I thought so at the time. Through my sources, I was able to get the latest schamatics and discover what kind of security he had installed in his home. A few cameras, a few sensors, that's all there was to it. Child's play, really. I simply deactivated the codes by hacking into the system, thus making it do my bidding.

And now, I'm about to do exactly what I do best.

Hiding in the darkness, I stood at 5'9, 210 pounds. If you manage to see me in the light, you would have correctly deduced that streaks of blond hair was hanging down on my shoulders, grey eyes that appeared to show no emotion, no fear. Nothing in the world scared me and thus far, I have not been caught with the missions that I have been asked to do. In fact, I am the best at what I did and tonight's mission would end my way. Little did I knew at the time, but I guess my overconfidence took over and gave way to a result that was meant to be unfufilled.

My eyesight was keen and I could see in the dark. I was standing in a large living room area. The walls were covered with paintings from famous artist masters centuries ago. Resting on the top of their brown fireplace was pictures of my enemy and his family. I stared into the eyes of that madman and felt rage pouring inside me. How dare he did to me and my master; how dare him for him to walk into our lives and take away that we once had! It was time for a little payback and it all starts with his family. I heard that he was gone for the weekend, preparing for some kind of stupid match with a bunch of punks known as The Young Lions, who are pretty idiotic if you ask me. Their statements sounded hollow and full of empty threats when their program came on the television. Knowing my enemy, he's more dangerous than he appears to be and, if I was a betting man, I would have betted on him. But instead, I'll be betting on the Young Lions, for I hope they aren't stupid enough to ruin their chance in taking away everything that he has now.

Shaking my head, I set those thoughts aside. I had a job to do.

I crept into the kitchen and slowly climbed up the stairs. As I was climbing, I pulled out two pistols. If I could ruin that man's night while he was gone, it would be the end of his world.

As I reached the top of the stairs, I looked around and saw a few rooms, one bathroom and two bedrooms. The one bedroom that I was looking for was on the right, so I slowly walked into the room and I saw my targets. A blond woman sleeping with her two infants. Grinning like a fool, I pointed the gun directly at their heads.

I was a fool this night. Ignoring everything else but the deadly intention that I was about to carry out, I heard a few guns pointed at my head.

Cop #1: You are under arrest for trespassing and attempted murder! Put your weapons down and get your hands in the air, NOW!

The blond woman immediately rose from her position and also pointed a gun at my head. I should have not been so careless! I should have looked up information on this woman as well. Why didn't I? More importantly, how did she know of my plan beforehand? I dropped the guns slowly on the ground, then got on my knees with my hands behind my head. The cops rushed in and pushed me down to the ground as one of them handcuffed me. Then they stood me up and turned me around. My emotionless expression went from no emotion to shock and finally in rage as my hated enemy appeared before me.

Who are you?

I scowled at him as the infants were now crying. My enemy's muscles tensed up, unhappy with what I tried to do tonight.

Does the name "Skinny Tony Gallo" mean anything to you, Kain? I'm his right-hand man, Dan, the most famous killer in his elite group! I was going to slaughter your whole family tonight, make them pay for what you did to us so many years ago! His whole empire has put a price on your head and they are going to take you down, no matter what!

I couldn't help but grin like a fool as he stared me down with that dangerous gaze of his. He stepped closer to me, inched his head near my right ear, and spoke a few words to him. Suddently, my expression changed and I was no longer emotionless or overconfident. I was terrified. He cackled loudly as he walked away from me, the cops dragging me out of his home while trying to fight them off. They threw me into the squad car as multiple cops showed up on the scene now. Kain walked out of his home, saw me, and shook his head and smiled widely. My only response was to yell at him, cursing him, vowing revenge.

My boss will be very angry once he gets word of this....

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In two weeks, Frost and I, now known as Blood Omen, will be entering a match in what will be our first title defense against a team that’s inadequate, unfocused, and not determined to get the job done. I saw them in action first-hand when Frost and I were the challengers, scratching and clawing our way to dethrone the former champions, Sinful Obsession. From my vantage point, they lacked skill and possessed little to no confidence. Each of their shots lacked power and their intentions, while pure, remained unfulfilling in the end. I know now that they aren’t a team to be taken seriously and going by the two promos that aired, I believe Frost and I will be their superiors. We will teach them a lesson that they’ll never forget, young puppies that need to be whipped badly for their own good. In today’s day and age, only the weak are left to die and the strong are left to stay alive. Frost and I are proof of the latter, while The Young Lions are proof of the former. In any organization such as Sin City Wrestling, there is no room for weakness and I’m capable enough to teach those two, stupid fools that certain lesson. Since I’ve taken my time, unfortunately, to observe those pitiful idiots spew their fragile trash towards me, I am now compelled to counter with my own trash-talk that’s bound to make them think twice before opening up their mouths again. In fact, several incorrect, pathetic statements caught my attention, so I’ll direct my energies towards those in order to prove my point for today. Also, for those listening, this is addressed to both men, not from one to the next.

First off, just because we haven’t been a team in a long time doesn’t mean that it should be used as a disadvantage against us. Think back to our first encounter and perhaps before then, Young Lions. Frost and I were never allies before. We both had different ideas, differeng agendas. We both wanted to accomplish something different in order to make our glorious careers a major success and have done so on our own. We created our own legacy that will be surely talked about for generations to come. So when we teamed up, we had no idea what to expect. We heard of each other’s abilities as a capable fighter, no doubt, but we played it by ear and did our best in our first match as a tag-team. I suppose you could say that something clicked. Maybe it was a spark, maybe it was that “it” factor that everyone desires in a great tag-team, but Frost and I proved it that night. Isn’t that funny? That you both, while having been a longer team than the two of us, were unable to function as one and did not get the titles in the end. What you desired, that night, was a loss and you certainly gained that loss by telling the whole world that you two are some of the worst individuals to ever be here. It’s insulting, really, that we are booked against you for the tag-team titles. And now, here you are, trying so desperately to act like a team, trying to send this message of doom, promising that you would destroy us for the titles and walk away with them. I’m sorry to say, but your threats are empty, dull, and are short of strong promise. If our first confrontation was any indication, The Young Lions are simply no match for the likes of Blood Omen and since you crave to repeat history with a second downfall before our iron might, your wish will be granted. It’s just so sad to see a team, once full of potential and filled with great life, is reduced to a team of hopeless ambition and strapped with many flaws and not so many strengths to even be a major risk to our tag-titles.

Second, you idiots seem to think that I’m someone that’s just mean and that I growl and walk with anger. Here’s a nice lesson for you two jackasses, never EVER judge a book by its cover! I certainly have the right to do this against you assholes, because you’ve both revealed your true colors and are inept, clearly sending the message that you are not capable enough to lead. Have you spoken with Rage or Mark Ward and if so, have they told you of the hell I forced them to walk through, even if they managed to achieve victory? Have you  walked into the darkness, located a man named Goth, and asked him about the time that I gained revenge by destroying him and his reputation, taking away HIS NAME and showing him who truly is the King Of Kings? Or why not ask Argento, whom I’ve utterly massacred upon my latest run? At least one of you is smart enough to acknowledge the fact that you cannot beat me one on one, but you have omitted another fact; you could not beat me in a tag-match, especially with the titles on the line. I have my pride, I have my reasons for fighting to win. Tell me, you worthless fools, where is your pride? Where is your anger? I growl for a reason, I walk with anger in my heart, in every step that I take, for a good reason.  Unfortunately, neither of you are intelligent enough to understand me or the hell I’ve traversed through to reach this point in my life. The way I see it, you both are obviously jealous of my raw, unique talent and the success I’ve claimed. You need me to complete your plans for conquest of whatever may be. Granted, I know you never offered, but even if you did, I would never join up with the likes of pigs such as yourselves.

Third, you can pound your chests and attempt to roar, with weak confidence I might add, an untrue fact of Blood Omen not able to beat you. Hasn’t the first title defense taught you anything? You jackasses were like a comedy act that was destined to fail, the audience throwing their chosen food and drinks at you, yelling at you to get off the stage. The whole world was shocked to see how clumsy and foolish you both turned out to be. You both had a chance in being the biggest success story in the history of the Sin City Wrestling organization and quite frankly, you both blew it! Why is that? Do we really have to deal with a team, with one member puking his guts, the other acting like his girlfriend, telling him that everything is alright? That’s how I see it anyway; you both cling to each other and act like nothing can touch you, but one of you was obviously nervous about our next encounter, the other trying to calm the other. What the hell are you both trying to be, the next Sam and Frodo? “I can’t do it. I can’t seem to be winning the titles!” “Don’t worry, Mr. Burke, everything will be all right! By the way, is your tummy feeling better?” What a bunch of bullshit, two little kids that can’t even act like adults! This is the team that you promised, Mark Ward and Christain Underwood, to be a big threat on our titles? What a damn shame.

Now, the way I see it, you both have a lot to prove. Granted, it’s a lot on your plate, but I don’t think you’ll succeed in that goal. You both aren’t in shape and you both are certainly not in the right mindset to be facing Blood Omen. Sure, you’ll tell Frost and I that you both don’t have to say a damn thing, that you’ll have to read each other’s minds, that you’ll have to excel to the next level. Chances are, Young Lions, you won’t accomplish all three. In fact, you’ll fail and you’ll fall down hard. This is the second time your paths will cross with ours and I believe it will certainly be your last. It is true that Frost and I just started working together in this capacity, but he knows and I know that we will prove ourselves to be an efficient team. We will conquer Sin City Wrestling and eclipse the reign of Sinful Obsession, who is now paper champions in the eyes of not just Blood Omen, but to the entire world as well. Young Lions, you both are nothing more but a pair of liars that try to denounce our new partnership. You try to shrug off our mission of keeping the titles as unfathomable.

However, you both cannot possibly fathom the vision that Frost and I created for ourselves and we will work together, as one, to achieve our goal and to be the best tag-team that no one can destroy. At New Years Rising, it will be the Blood Omens rising from the ashes, dusting off the bad losses from previous tag-team battles and starting fresh, like a phoenix rising from the ashes. I hope, for your sake, that you are ready to perish by our hands.

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

 I hate having to leave, especially with two kids crying, but a match is on the way and should I emerge victorious, I’ll be earning more money than anyone could ask for in their lifetime!

I also hate it when some reporter tries to sneak up on you in order to get some answers from last week’s Climax Control, but that’s what happened to me on this cold, Friday morning.

For a day like this, there can be no sun. Black clouds hovered over the sky, above the mansion that Ariel and I live in, with our two kids, Arthur and Rose. Even if I wanted to stay behind and play with my kids all day long, I can somehow hope that they discover, in time, that I have a job to perform and everything I do is for them now, all three of them, in fact. Even more cooler is the fact that I’m placed in a championship match for the second time. Last week, due to some…interference from Mark Ward, I was not able to make it to the match in time. However, Mark Ward is incredibly stupid for a man his age; I found a way around his nefarious scheme and did make it to California, enabling myself enough time to kick Jordan Williams’s ass and gain some revenge for what he did to my arm, even if it meant helping Casey Williams, a man that I’ll never be friends with, for I still have a score to settle with him. In this case, however, we had a common enemy and both of us merely saw an opportunity in getting some payback.

Mark Ward will be dealt with this week, once I return to San Jose. Unfortunately, as I was putting in the rest of my bags into the back of my red Mustang convertible car, I heard the voice of Pussy Willow, who arrived at my home through a limo of her own, and rushed at me with a microphone that went straight before her lips, asking her question.

Pussy: We all know that Mark Ward was behind the plan of delaying your flight in order for you to not have your match the first time around. What do you plan on doing to counter him?

I snarled angrily at the new threat, forcing Pussy Willow to take a few steps back.

Kain: How dare you! How dare you intrude on my home, my privacy! Who do you think you are? We didn’t schedule any interview at all and yet, you HAD to force such a thing down my throat at this early hour? You stupid girl! Due to your actions, you won’t be getting an answer to your question. In fact, I plan on addressing Jordan Williams and Mark Ward when I arrive at the arena in San Jose, California. In the meantime, I’m going after the tag-team championships this week, with or without Lucian Frost’s help. Sinful Obsession and The Young Lions are of little significance to me, even now, when I face down those fools and take away their hopes and dreams by winning the titles! Everything that I ever wanted will finally happen at this week’s Climax Control and there’s not a damn thing that anyone can do about it, not even Mark Ward himself! Do you understand me? Now get out of my sight, you worthless woman!

Dismissing her completely with a wave of my hand, I headed back inside, slamming the door shut behind me, forcing Pussy Willow to stand outside, braving the chilly morning until she sighed, shook her head, then went back inside limo and drove off.

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Let’s get this fact out of the way; tag-team matches are not my specialty. In the past, I’ve dealt with plenty of losses that were not my fault. Events and circumstances got in the way of achieving true victory and to be honest, I’m not sure how I’ll feel about this one. So, despite my reservations, I have to place my blind faith in the four winds yet again. Another tag-match calls my name and this time, there’s an added bonus to the whole scenario; the tag-team championships. I’ve wanted to wrap at least one title around my waist and if this is the right place to start that journey, it’ll be here. Therefore, no more Mr. Nice Guy! I’m sick and tired of having to play nice for others. Thus, I’m going to be a selfish bastard and go for the win, with or without Lucian Frost’s aid. The only way this will work is if Lucian makes sure that nothing goes wrong while I put in the hard work, blood, sweat, and tears to accomplish a dream and to make it happen.  Sinful Obsession, as in Gabriel and Despayre, are the current champions that I must defeat to win the belts alongside Lucian Frost. Then there’s The Young Lions, a team I have no clue about, so this will be my first encounter with them. That’s fine; I’m willing to teach all of these unfortunate souls a lesson in pain, suffering, and agony. Not to mention a lesson; don’t fuck with a grown-man that had the dream of being a champion since he was a kid. I did it before and I’ll do it again!

I’m sorry to say, however, but the history lesson bored me to tears. Gabriel, I’m not here to listen to you prattle on about the past, especially in regards to two monarchs that once stood on the throne so many eons ago. What I am more interested in, however, is the belt that you hold around your waist. You call yourself a man that doesn’t call him a king, but here’s my problem with that; that title says everything differently. It goes for any championship belt, really; you are the man (or woman, in the case of the Divas) of that division and in order for us to obtain what you possess, we have to defeat you. YOU, Gabriel, are the man of the hour, alongside your partner. You both currently stand as the rightful inheritors of the tag-team championship belts and as such, we have to defeat you. Or, in my case, Lucian and I must defeat you. Forget about the Young Lions, who currently stand as no visible, creditable threat to me and my dream. You and Despayre are on top for a reason and you’re the only reason why I am here. What makes you think that I can’t be stopped? Is it because of my past with tag-team matches? Like I said, those chances are gone and the time for today is here; everyone must start fresh! Is it because I’m unsuitable, as you said, just because I call myself that, the King Of Kings? Sorry, but my belief in that role is stronger than anything and you know how I gained it? From my past battles in the underground fighting days and even here. After all, you DO KNOW that I kicked Goth’s ass and proved that he’s no longer the king that he still claims to be, despite his crazy delusions?

I hope that, by this point, you are getting a mental picture of how things are going to work out; you and your partner will enter the ring. You’ll probably give a good fight, get a couple of good shots in me and Lucian, but in the end, your efforts will be in vain. Sooner or later, both you and Despayre, along with The Young Lions, will not be able to overcome my dominance and power in the ring. That is my home, after all, and thanks to the training I’ve done prior to returning, my senses are increased and I’m more brutal than before. You’re right about that, Gabriel; at least I’m that powerful. I don’t play games here anymore and if my first match with Argento proved anything, I’m a different entity than before. Forget about the old Kain in the past; he’s gone. Oh sure, some of him still exists, but if you thought you’ve seen it all, think again. The new and improved Kain WILL be in San Jose, California to compete and, if I have to, aid Lucian Frost as much as I can for the belts, because that dream will not be taken away from me. Despite Mark Ward’s pathetic efforts, he wasn’t able to stop me from returning fully to last week’s Climax Control, where I delivered a gruesome beat down, with a little help from Casey Williams, a man I have issues with and will never call a friend, but at least respect. That being said, Mark Ward, Jordan Williams, NO ONE in the entire world will stop me from getting what I desire the most, the tag-team championships. Thus, your efforts will be great, but in the end, you will prove to be unsuitable for the belts and you will give them to Lucian and I, whether you like it or not. It’s the way of life, Gabriel, and I hope you and your partner understand that; nothing is kept forever. This is a young man’s business and I’m still in my prime, willing to give it my all and go the extra mile to get what I want, Gabriel. As far as I’m concerned, with you know, I know of your accomplishments and who you both are, but I’m not terrified nor am imitated by either of you. At this week’s Climax Control, you both will be transformed from human to ashes that will be blown away by the wind, forgotten completely. So do me a favor, gentlemen, and polish up those belts, make them all look pretty and shiny, because the gold is coming home at last and there’s not a damn thing you both can do about it!

As for the Young Lions and Lucian, I’ll be frank; I have no idea how you three operate. I just know that the former is my enemy, the latter being my ally. Since this is a tag-team championship match, know this; I’m going full-force. I will not retreat, surrender, and perish in the face of defeat. All week long, I’ve thought of nothing except the match and the intended results that I will see come true. For The Young Lions, you truly have no hope of winning the championships, especially since you’ll be clashing with the likes of myself on the battlefield. When you attempt to get in the way of my dream of being a champion once again, you’re screwed. In the past, I’ve let things get out of hand. Not today. No more! It all ends in defeat for you! As for Lucian Frost, Gabriel was also right about you; you certainly are a man of mystery, so from what I know of you is admittedly little. However, you’ve done really well for yourself and I can’t take away that, so you’re going to be helpful in the battle ahead. But know this; I will take care of the fight ahead, all you need to do is provide excellent backup and we’ll be golden. The spotlight rests on my shoulders, Lucian, and I have to make sure that everything happens the way I planned it. Of course, things can get in the way, but I won’t let that happen. Tag-team matches that I failed to win, in the past, is because of BAD PARTNERSHIPS. If you don’t believe me, ask Misty or why not ask any of the other tag-team partners I’ve teamed up with? They’ll tell you is that they did a poor job when it came time to put up or shut up and that’s part of the reason why I lost. But with you, I think I may have a better chance than before, so you do well and we’ll be just fine!

It’s time to face the music, boys, and that music is me; loud, frightening, and awesome to listen to and be in awe of! I hope you’re ready for the greatest battle in your life. Otherwise, it will be all over in the blink of an eye, courtesy of yours truly, Kain, The King Of Kings!

 “This is his destiny. This is his opportunity. The championship gold will be his! No one can stop him now!”

How many times have I been hearing these lines? In truth, I have lost count. This single battle is the only event that everyone’s been talking about, ever since I came on board on the cruise for Summer XXXTreme. Everyone has chosen their favorites for the victory and for the title and a lot of them are split. However, the majority of people on here have placed their bets on me, The King Of Kings, Kain. To them, I am the chosen one, destined to win this battle and change the future of Sin City Wrestling forever.

I knew that it would be a tough battle ahead, but an easy one, nonetheless. Five men are claiming their rights to the title, each for their own reasons. Mine reason was simple; to simply prove that I am the best at what I do and will continue to be the best at what I do once the title is around my waist. The SCW heavyweight championship doesn’t look good on anyone else, because those who held it have simply tarnished it. The SCW title must be given a clean slate and to accomplish this, a clean win is needed against all five of my opponents. Though I will be using dirty tactics to get one step closer, a clean pin or submission will show everyone that I destroyed my competition with ease and earned the title without much of a sweat!

For the entire week, I attempted to avoid the eye of the public. Unfortunately, I had minimal success in this task, for I was hounded by the fans and media. Begging for questions to be answered, demanding that I give them an autograph on anything, perhaps a picture or two. I did my best to be kind, but I had a breaking point. Eventually, I had enough. I told them to leave me be, for my preparations were essential to the mission at hand. They left me alone, every now and then, but not always.

Nick Jones. Rage. Bo Dreamwolf. Lucan Darby. Jordan Williams. All five men, each with their own accomplishments. However, each also own a personality that’s hard to get away from, since some are aggravating. The only mature one, out of the pack, was Bo Dreamwolf, the only man whom I respect. Even then, I know that I can defeat him. I can defeat the rest of these combatants and take my place on the top of the world.

Will it be a tough battle? Yes. But will it be easy? Absolutely! I already had a winning strategy in mind and no, you won’t know it. You’ll just to see it when Summer XXXTreme is finally revealed to the world!

For the whole week, I prepared myself for battle, fighting to stay in the best shape of my life. It was long, tough, and difficult, but my training has been complete, at least for now. I am in the best shape of my life, my instincts are finely-tuned and razor-sharp, and not a single thing can faze me, mentally or emotionally. I even had to stop thinking about my girl, Ariel, and the twins that she is carrying. I cannot worry about my family for right now.

Besides, Ariel would have told me the same thing; to not worry about her, to focus on the match and to kick ass and take names. It’s a job I enjoy doing very much and will be VERY successful at it in the coming days ahead!

Today is Friday. Nothing but a beautiful day, with the sun shining brightly, a breezy chill flowing through the crowd, myself included. I decided to mingle with the crowd by being equipped with bright clothling; a casual short-sleeved shirt that’s covering a white V-neck sirt below, with long, blue shorts, Nike shoes and socks to cover my feet. I was holding a glass of water and drank as I watched the crowd danced to a club tune that’s being played by a chosen deejay, who has awful taste in music! Elsewhere, I spotted my competition in their pathetic inner circles, each of them glaring down each other, as well as me. I was alone, but I showed no hint of fear in my eyes.

They knew that I was extremely dangerous and wasn’t afraid of anything. That will be one of the key factors in my impending victory.

May I have a word with you, Kain?

My thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice and I swerved to the right. I saw Pussy Willow, an interviewer for the SCW organization, approach me. She was in a dress, with a microphone in hand. An interview is what she wanted, I suspect, and I decided “Why the hell not?”

But no interview took place. Suddenly, the ship rocked a bit, causing Pussy Willow to almost fall and I was quick enough to make sure she didn’t fall. My glass of water dropped to the floor, the glass shattering as I let it go and caught her with both hands.As I tried to get her to stand back up, I could feel someone jumping in the air, behind me. Without even looking, I planted a back kick into the unknown assailant’s stomach. I watched as he flew back and crashed through a family’s table hard. The club music faded into silence and the crowd stopped dancing.

I walked over and saw the assailant being dragged to his feet by security. I got a good look at him. It turned out that he was one of the goons of a gang I took down in North Carolina during my underground fighting days. I quickly deduced that he never bought a ticket and more than likely sneaked into the ship without anyone noticing. When will these idiots learn? This guy didn’t. Security brought him over to me and this unknown assasin and I locked eyes. Then he spit on me.

I wiped off the spit from my face, then placed both hands behind his neck and thrusted my left knee into his face, bashing it in. Blood came out of his mouth as he fell to the floor, security attempting to not fall with him. They were successful in staying on their feet, despite almost losing their balance. They escorted the unknown assassin away as the crowd dispersed, heading back to the dance circle, the club music turned back on. I turned to Pussy Willow, who merely nodded her thanks. A servant girl brought me another glass of water, which I nodded my thanks to her and drank a sip of the cold water. Then I turned back to Pussy Willow.

What would you like to know?

* * *

With the exception of one Lucan Darby, everyone else has spoke. I have gone through the garbage, yawned at the unimportant crap that made me go to sleep, and finally woke up to hear the weak, fragile insults thrown my way. Even then, I wasn’t impressed. It sounds like everyone, on here, is having a good time and the final feeling that I get, from all this, is that they see this as another match, nothing more. Rage sees this as another way to hold his title, when it really isn’t. Nick sees this as a fluke and still thinks he can kick everyone’s ass, with or without any title. Bo Dreamwolf wants his golden opportunity and Jordan Williams wants that one last run. Truth is, none of their reasons or purpose for this match is important. They all seem to want to forget about me and are eager enough to fight each other, just to win this match for the most worthless reasons today. But my reasons are FAR MORE significant, FAR MORE powerful than what they offer on the table. It is my job to be the best in not just this company, but the world itself. By taking this title off of Rage’s shoulders and placing it on mine, all eyes will be on me, just like how they always have! All of these useless fools will have no choice but to BOW to superiority and acknowledge the fact that I am the greatest of them all. Summer XXXTReme will finally prove that I am an unstoppable beast that cannot be conquered so easily! That said, I have a lot to say, in regards to those that have spoken to me, so let’s get on with it, shall we?

Bo, do me a favor and chose wisely. You tell me that you respect me, yet you don’t respect me when I tell you the truth? Chose one or the other, Bo, and stop being a hypocrite!  I told you the truth, flat-out! I said that you were going to be bowing to me, because it’s what everyone else will be doing so. I didn’t lie to you when I said that you’re the only man that I respect than everyone else involved in this impending symphony of carnage and destruction, because you’re a man of honesty and I can feel a powerful energy surrounding you. But it doesn’t matter what gods you pray to, what kind of a trainer you have in your corner, or the aforementioned energy that you possess. None of it does, because I’m the type of man that’s able to crush all resistance without much of a problem, Bo. You can throw me any kind of obstacle in my way and I’ll shatter it in seconds. I don’t believe a mortal can do that, Bo, because they summon walls of ice that symbolizes fear of the unknown, fear of change, fear of not able to do anything to change their outcome. That makes me different, doesn’t it? I’m immortal already, Bo, whether you like it or not. My name will be spoken in the generations to come, long after I die. That being said, you and I are alike, Bo; we both have been waiting for the opportunity to earn gold and wear it around our waist. It all boils down to who wants it THAT BADLY, Bo. So that’s something I want to ask you; are you wanting it as bad enough as I do? The answer is no, Bo, because despite your bravado, you are afraid of what’s about to happen next. Don’t worry, Bo, you are not the only one to be afraid of what I am truly capable of in this business, Bo, and at Summer XXXTreme, you and I, along with these other gladiators, will settle our business and discover who will win the title. Ultimately, it is on me and I will win, no matter the cost. Will you be able to put everything aside for this one moment, Bo? Will you finally be able to surpass your mentor and become the champion that you say you were born to be? I doubt it, because I’ll stop your dream, no matter what!

Jordan Williams. Am I supposed to be quaking in my boots? That is some of the weakest threats I’ve ever heard from your pathetic mouth! An appetizer for things to come? Jordan Williams, as far as I’m concerned, your days are done. Your legend, so to speak, is just that; a legend. No one cares about what you said or did around here, because your time is over. After Summer XXXTreme, there will be no second clash between us, no matter how desperate you want it. I’ve attacked you for good reason; you’re merely a pesky little shit that begs to be crushed and stepped upon one final time. On that instance and everything else I’ve done to you, I will once again deliver on my promise. You talk about success and how it has gotten you this far, but I’m afraid your journey for added success will be finished shortly. I’m no mere spectator that’s just gonna sit there and watch you get this title. Fact is, you worthless shit, you’re nothing more but EASY PREY, destined to be destroyed from limb to limb. Fact is, my words about Nick Jones and how he easily fooled you to be his friend got you under your skin, didn’t it? You fail to realize that there is no such thing as friends in this business, Jordan. I mean, Christ, man, you’ve been in this business longer than I have! Shouldn’t you have learned that important lesson by now? Truth is, even at the age of thirty-eight, you still have a LONG WAY to go before you have earned the right to get on top. I assure you, Jordan Williams, that you will cease to exist by the time I make you nothing but a bloody corpse for the crowd to be disappointed at and then throw you away like a ragged doll. Your purpose in life is simple; to fade away into obscurity and to be remembered as a man who earned some success, yet was mostly a failure in his career as a professional wrestler. In other words, Summer XXXTreme is going to be a long, unpleasant night for you and again, you will be walking away empty-handed.

Nick Jones, let’s get one thing clear, shall we? I was and never will be a fan of yours. Since the day we met, I knew you would be trouble and not in the good way either. It’s nice that you get to boast to me and talk a big time about how you beat me each and every time. What you seem to forget, however, is that you HELPED ME win MY MATCH. That must have infuriated you to no end, didn’t it, Nick? Thanks to you, you ended my losing streak in tag-team competition and allowed me to earn a clean slate. Then again, without my help, Nick, you would have not won that tag-team match, so you’re welcome! Then again, you don’t deserve anything, Nick. Not the title, not the fame, not the money, not your entourage, nothing, except for one thing; a beating that’s within an inch of your life! If you are honestly hoping for me to go at you with kid gloves on, you may as well forget about it. If this is the best that you can throw at me, then you failed. You failed to hurt me at my deepest core, Nick Jones, because nothing in the world can faze me. You understand that, Nick? I already told you; it doesn’t matter what you do against me, I will always rise from the flames and deliver the power of vengeance that’s just waiting to be delivered upon your doorstep. You should admit it by now; you are human and humans can be stopped. Unfortunately, Rage was the first to prove this when it should have been me all those months ago, when I clearly had the upper-hand, when I took out  Synn and you were about to be wiped off the face of the planet for that gold. Thanks to your weak entourage, they saved your ass and made you a championship a little bit more.  While that made me furious, Nick, I calmed myself down. I knew that somewhere down the road, I would always find another opportunity to finally take away everything you dared to hope for, Nick. It’s  going to be a pleasure, Nick, denying you the chance to be the SCW heavyweight champion, because you were never fit to be great around here or anywhere else, for that matter. Your job, after it’s all said and done, is to acknowledge me as the man that was better than you all this time. Then you go to Mark, the man who got lucky in defeating me, and tell him that he’s going to get the same kind of revenge I’ve been waiting to give for so long. It’s time for you to face the music, Nick, and to embrace the terror that awaits you at Summer XXXTreme!

Lucan, to be honest with you, I really don’t have much to say about you. Truth is, you haven’t come around or impressed anyone in here. Why waste my time to a rookie that doesn’t have the balls to do anything about his path in life? The fact that Mark Ward and Christian Underwood gave you a chance in this match is insulting enough to me. You will be decimated within seconds and you won’t be walking out of that ring alive. You are simply out of luck and out of time!

And then there’s Rage. I’m a piece of crap, huh? I’m the guy who walks around, guaranteeing that I’ll win? Since when, Rage? Since when I have done that? I’ve only done that sometimes, but not ALL THE TIME. I said that I would do everything in my power to win, because it’s what I do best around here. Sometimes, I come up short, and you know what? That’s fine, because no matter what happens inside that ring, I do damage, physically, mentally, emotionally. That’s going to rattle their cage, Rage, and that’s going to get them thinking “Hey, exactly how harmful is this dude?” Truth is, Rage, you want this beating so badly, because you decided to taste what I can do in the ring. You think of me as an incredibly harmless man that won’t make much of a difference. That’s a big, BIG mistake for you to make, especially against a guy like me, Rage, someone who has NOTHING TO LOSE. You have something to lose, don’t you? I know that you want to keep this title around you so badly, but the truth is, no one has been able to live with that title from the day they got it to the day they retired it. In other words, I have yet to see anyone do that, except for me, of course. I am a holder of all the titles in the underground fighting circuit. Around there and now here, I am God. I am a Demon. I cannot be stopped and what I want, Rage, I GET!  Therefore, this is the one moment where you’ll have to put everything on the line, to prove Nick wrong on how you won the title against him and how that win was a fluke. You have a chance to say “Hey, I’m the real deal! I am the one that everyone should be giving all their money too!” Do you think you will blow that chance? Absolutely! Fact is, Rage, you don’t have the guts or the courage to retain the title. You have these other nitwits to contend with, but they don’t matter in the end. Therefore, you obviously know who DOES matter in the end and that’s ME! I am the only one in this entire match that everyone should be worried about, INCLUDING YOU! Do not think that this is a game that you can beat me in, Rage, because this will be one of the few times that I will guarantee the biggest victory in my career. That title is mine and when I do pin or submit either you or one of the other fools on the ground of the ring, in that cruise, it’s over. A new era will begin and there’s not a damn thing that you or anyone can do about it!

I am Kain, The King Of Kings, and my word is true! Your fates...ARE SEALED!

 After all the times I’ve done with the illegal underground fighting competition I was involved before joining legal wrestling, it was time that I came clean.

It was a very long process, something that was being worked on. Ariel knew what I was up to, but I didn’t want her involved unless she had no other choice. During the weeks of my recovery, I spoke to the police.

I told them everything that I knew. I began by letting them know about who I was and how I got to that point.  I named every single opponent I’ve tussled with, gave them stunning stories of how I destroyed them, going after their bosses and taking over their territories. I told them about the threats that were placed on my life after retiring from that profession, narrowly avoiding death and taking out the goons they sent against me. I gave them names, places, and people that still haunted there. And, since I never took any kind of participation, I made sure to record conversations of them planning to stash someone or to kill someone outright, things of that nature, figuring it would be very useful. No one, back then, had a clue of what I was really doing. I was trying to destroy the gangs from the inside-out, as much as I could, because they represented the killers that took away my parents’ lives.

With all this information coming from me, I was granted immunity and had a deal  that gave me no prison time. They knew of my history with the schools that I attended, how I got expelled from there, and what caused me to do street fighting, legal or not. Also, they knew that I was no saint either. They reminded me that I didn’t have to take the law into my own hands and should have asked for authority. Perhaps, but I did remind me that I was my own master and that anything I do is my responsibility, not theirs. I also told them that fighting underground provided me the wealth I needed and the fame to see me as a superstar worldwide. My face is recognizable, like how it is with the famous martial arts master, Bruce Lee, a worldwide icon that accomplished many achievements in the life he lead before dying at the age of 32. I’m that popular and to put me in prison would not be a wise idea. Besides, all I did was partake in fights that weren’t legal, but I never killed anyone. After all, they were asking for it and they made the first move, so it was self-defense on all accounts.

After I gave them everything I could possibly give, from tape recordings to photos that I captured on my cell phone (with clear-quality), that gave them enough ammo to receive a lot of warrants and go after them all. A lot of them, by this point, have been arrested and are now rotting in jail. From what I was told, last time, more arrests will be made and my recorded testimony, along with any other future testimony, will put them all away for good. Once they are gone, I intend on changing those territories to something more positive and useful for the future of the children; a better life, perhaps, one that I didn’t get until at a later age. For me, the moment that I found out that I am going to be a father is when I began to see everything differently. Arthur and Rose need good role models to look up and I wasn’t about to disappoint them and neither was Ariel, who is aided by her girlfriends with her current situation while I was away on business. She didn’t mind this, of course; she knows how much I love fighting and must do this to earn a living. Not that we needed the money, because we were rich beyond our dreams, but the economy could crash at any given moment and all of our fortune would be lost. So it’s imperative that I continue to work at a steady rate and do what I do best, to enjoy the life that I’m already loving at this very moment.

I returned home, after a disappointing showing, thanks to my pathetic partner, Lucan Darby, who pretty much failed in my eyes. I would address him later, but I wanted to be happy as soon as I walked in the door. It didn’t take long to make me grin widely at the sight of Ariel, my beloved. She was now eighteen weeks into her pregnancy, with twins, a thought that initially terrified me, yet I embraced it after getting used to that fact. We both embraced each other, holding us close as the cameras panned around us, as if the world was just the two of us, alone, like we were the only creatures to inhabit the planet.

We broke off the embrace and looked at each other, then I took her by the hand and sat her down on the couch.

You ready for your next match?

I nodded. I don’t like the idea of a tag-match happening to me often, but I gotta do whatever it takes to make a difference for myself and for the company.

Ready as I’ll ever be. This isn’t about my partners or competitors. This is about me. This is about us, Lisa. I need to make sure that we are given the right tools and money to survive and to help out kids. None of them will survive my wrath when I get their hands on each and every one of them. If they think I’m going to be acting as a dutiful ally, think again. We both know that the spotlight shines on me and only me, Lisa. Not those stupid, unwelcoming fools.

I know that you will beat Rage and the other contestants for the championship at Summer XXXTreme. This is your time.Not theirs. What about the people we fought in the underground fighting circuit a long time ago?

So I explained to her everything that has happened so far and updated her on the kind of progress  It took a long time explaining things, but she understood everything after I was finished.

We’ll finally be rid of the past. The present is here to stay.Come on, baby, I have something to show you upstairs.

It didn’t take me long to realize what she really meant.

* * *

To those involved in the main event this week, I am the King Of Kings and my word is true. What I have to say, today, will either benefit you or destroy you. It’s your choice, really!

Let’s get realistic, shall we? Let’s not play games or beat around the bush, because I’m tired of that bullshit. This is nothing more but a colossal pig screw, right from the get-go!  Again, I am booked in a match that involves partners, people whom I would NEVER trust in this lifetime, especially after what happened recently. Lucan, Bo, and Jordan all have connection to me in some fashion. This is going to be a battle that tests everybody to their mental and physical limits and no one is friends on here and I mean NO ONE. If the authorities above think that we are going to get along just fine, holding hands and playing stupid, childish games together, you got issues and definitely need a checkup with a psychiatrist. This isn’t one of those times to be screwing up and letting the competition rattle your cages. This is a time, however, to win at all costs, to make sure that you succeed on your own terms and not on anybody else’s dime! So, what exactly am I trying to say? That I care for no man in this world, except for me! I’m the biggest threat in this entire confrontation, so maybe, JUST MAYBE, all of you should just shut your mouths and pay attention, because I’m only going to say this once and then let my actions do the rest.

Jordan, you tell me that I do sneak attacks nowadays. No, you worthless jackass, that’s not what I do! I make sure to let my enemies know that I am coming and strike when they didn’t see it coming! You were obviously terrified of my presence and saw how quick and effective my strike was against Nick Jones, the stupidest motherfucker on Earth! The stupid man has the nerve to call himself the best when his time as champion is officially over! It’s even funnier that you are buying his act of self-righteousness and dignity! And the fans are just as clueless too, they don’t know what’s really going on, do they? Of course not, so let me spell it out for you; this is nothing more than a facade on Nick Jones’s part! You heard me! He’ll act like the best friend that he is until the championship is his again, then he’ll reveal his true colors and will come out and say that he used you all. How pathetic is that? Jordan, one thing you gotta get straight, in a brutal business like this, you should be trusting no one except yourself! How do you think I managed to stay on for this long? It’s because I ally myself with no one! I am the number-one priority in this world. I look after myself and my own interests. The games that people like Nick Jones is astonishing, because he plays this performance that you believe to be convincing when it’s really not. As for Summer XXXTreme, don’t worry; you’ll get what you deserve too. Winning this tag-team match, then the championship at the next PPV, will be the biggest upset of them all, at least for you and the others involved. This isn’t just business anymore, it’s also personal and when you decide to fuck with a man like me, you’ll pay the price for your foolish decisions. Mark my words, Jordan, you’re going down in flames and you won’t be able to get rid of the nasty burn I’ll be providing you and your worthless, grotesque body when it’s all said and done!

Bo Dreamwolf, you are a completely new foe. Like you to me, I have not faced you yet. I have been watching you from afar, however, and I am honestly impressed with your skill. I have to say this; you are an impressive human being and you have my respect. Your skill, your courage, your athleticism, and your courage in the face of danger brings out nothing but respect from me. You earned it. That being said, you made a huge mistake. Granted, I give you credit for being a man and  coming after me, but the beating you gave to me was nothing. In fact, it did very little damage to me, despite the powers that you boast. Sad, isn’t it? The fact that you tried to capitalize on an opportunity that you’ve been waiting for since the day you walked in this place was gone within a blink of an eye. A draw, wasn’t it? Despite your words, you failed to get the job done. So explain to me how you are going to get the job done at Summer XXXTreme, because quite frankly, you’re going to fail miserably. You’re going to lose the next golden opportunity for the second time in a row. The moment you made that huge mistake, that alone sealed your fate , Bo. You attacked me and got into my business, which you had no right to participate in whatsoever! This time, I’m going to settle this first-piece of business by destroying you and your partners, alone. You honestly think I need the help of the two clowns I’m forced to team up with, to help me with anything? Think again, Bo, because I’m the one-man army around here and no matter how times I lose or win, you can’t kill me. Mark Ward thought he could kill me, but he can’t. No one can, because I’m literally an indestructible machine that’s destined for greatness. If I have to get booed out of every arena, so be it, but no one can deny the charisma and power I possess when I walk into the arena. Would your Native American heritage and the powers that come with it be able to save you? Would the good spirits, as the Indians would call them, be by your side for a battle like this? I doubt it, especially after they see the devastation from my side of the street. You’re not safe in this world, Bo Dreamwolf. Fact is, no one is and this tag-match will finally prove that point. You will suffer horribly and then, at Summer XXXTreme, I’m going to kill your career permanently. Trust me when I tell you, you aren’t the only one who will see the light. Rage, Nick, Jordan, and you will finally come to understand that I’m immortal, everlasting, and cannot be stopped. So do not EVER think that you have my number in this game, Bo, because you don’t! Got that? I hope so!

Lucan Darby, you failed to impress me. You’re like every other tag-team partner I’ve been forced to team up with. You look and sound impressive on paper, but after what I saw first-hand, you really don’t have what it takes to be a champion. Since I’m God around here and not those fools, Mark Ward and Christian Underwood, nothing about you is spectacular, to say the least. I would have thrown you out of the Sin City Wrestling organization. Simply put, you can’t draw, you can’t contribute well. In fact, no one can, so you can at least be comforted by the fact that I’m not singling you out in that regard. But you get my drift, don’t you? In other words, you’re nothing. You are as insigificant as an ant that gets crushed on a daily basis; nothing home to write about, nothing worth discussing around the dinner table. I did my job last week and it sucks that I had to carry your dead weight for last week’s match. Like every tag-team partner I’ve been shoved down my throat, you failed to provide me support and backup when needed. Thus, you alone are the reason why you lost. Were you there to kick Nick Jones out of that final pin? No. You were somewhere else, Lucan, lost in your own world, thinking that what you did made some kind of difference or significant contribution to MY cause! And now that you are on the other side of the ropes this time, it is only fitting that I destroy what’s left of you and in your  career, Lucan. It is only fitting that I use you, as a stepping stone, as I crush you like that ant and rise to the occasion at the Summer XXXTreme PPV, where my destiny will finally be realized. Once I have you placed in the hospital, you will be sad, forced to watch me perform at the peak of my powers and earn the biggest prize of them all. You made the foolish mistake of costing me my match and most importantly, MY WIN! If you think that I’m going to feel apologetic at this time, forget it. I apologize to no man. I bow to no man and I won’t be starting today. So I’ll give you this once chance to run away like the little bitch that you are. If you don’t run away, then prepare to be awake for a long time, because I’m going to enjoy beating the shit of a worthless man like you!

As for my partners, Nick Jones and Rage, you both need to shut up and stay out of my way for this entire battle. I know what you are going to immediately say, Nick Jones. “I beat you to retain my championship and I beat you again. You can’t stop me.” No, Nick, just because you beat me in a couple of matches doesn’t give you the right to claim superiority over ME!  I told Mark this and I’m telling you this right here, right now; you cannot kill me. I am eternal and everlasting, Nick. I cannot die. And that’s what pisses you off about me, doesn’t it, you worthless jackoff, that I’m the man around here and my legacy will be told for generations to come? Winning championships and matches are a great accomplishment, but it’s the legend that you create, in the end, that matters the most. So when I will finally win a championship or two and prove myself, in the ring, each and every time, for a longer period of time, I know you’re going to be jealous of me, like how you are jealous of me now. See, the fact is, I know your bullshit games and I’m not falling for it. It’s stupid and incredulous, Nick. It’s retarded to see that you’re trying to play this “I love the fans” game when we all know it’s pure nonsense and the sad thing is that the fans are falling for your act. I won’t be. And that’s another one of the millions of reasons why I’m better than you; I’m not a facade, I’m not a liar. What you see is what you get and I play for keeps as much as possible, win or lose. And I’ll do whatever it takes to win, even if it means breaking every bone in my body to do so. As for Rage, I didn’t have a problem with you until that little Twitter war that we engaged in a short time ago The fans couldn’t help but eat up our words of rage (pun intended) and hatred against each other and are already sailivating at the possibility of a match between you and me. That chance will happen soon, Rage. Your reign will end at my whim, Rage. If you want to see how a real fighter works in the ring, you better take out a notepad and  write a lot of notes, because what you will eventually witness, first-hand, will shock you and not in the good way either. It’s going to be really satisfying, Rage, to watch a bitch like you crawl towards me, begging me for mercy at Summer XXXTreme, pleading for mercy when you will have done. I will make sure to finish you off and show you the nasty, angry side of me. You’re going to hell in a handbasket at that PPV, so in the meantime, for this upcoming conflict, you better stay the fuck out of my way and listen to the King Of Kings and watch him as he slaughters his opposition swiftly and without any haste. After seeing all that, you better be terrified of me, asshole. VERY TERRIFIED!

The time for talk is over. I will once again see you all on the battlefield, ready to engage you with everything I got and so much more. Whether you guys decide to heed my words or not, it’s up to you. But in the end, actions back you up and I intend to show you fools and the entire world that Kain WILL be the next SCW heavyweight champion and every single foe will do nothing but bow to me and accept me as your leader. As a God, as a Demon, I cannot be toppled. Prepare yourselves for the biggest ass-kicking of a lifetime. After this, there is no turning back. After this, there are no excuses, no regrets, nothing. This is the time where all of you must either put up or shut up. Succeed and you’ll walk away with victory in hand. Fail and you’ll walk out with nothing. I intend not to fail, but to succeed. I intend to win and if I have to carry Rage and Nick Jones, two of the most pathetic jackasses in the history of this company, then so be it. No one can touch a candle to my eternal greatness! No one can strike wtih fast precision and speed as well as I can. In fact, none of you ARE ME and that’s the greatest thing about me. I cannot be duplicated nor imitated! Only the strong survive and at Climax Control, nothing will ever be the same once I destroy Lucan, Bo, and Jordan. I will put those idiotic, stupid bitches in their places and show them what a true fighter is all about. Fact is, I am the most complete fighter in the world. You don’t believe me? You just wait, because hell just got a lot hotter!

My name is Kain. I am the King Of Kings. Your fate? Well...your fate...IS SEALED!

 Ariel hit me with some unexpected news while I was recovering from my brutal confrontation against the head of the SCW organization, Mark Ward, at London Brawling. It was time that I made a visit to my parents’ graves in Illinois.

On this gloomy Thursday, the skies were howling with tremendous rain and lightning that crashed somewhere in the distance. My blue Dodge rolled up on the side and I parked it in front of the massive gate that was open to any who wanted to come in. I told Ariel, earlier in the day, that I needed to get some fresh air, to think things over on my own. She told me, in response, that she understood and that she’ll be home for the duration of the day. She wasn’t going anywhere, it seems. I kissed her goodbye and headed out, taking a red umbrella with me.

That was three hours ago.

Now here I sit, in the driver’s seat, thoughts of the past haunting my mind, constantly nagging at me like little red-devils laughing at me in some cold pit of Hell. I was wearing casual clothing, a nice red shirt that said “King Of Kings” on the front, blue pants, and sporting Nike shoes and socks on my feet. I was wearing sunglasses, but once I arrived at the Blue River cemetery, I immediately took them off and dropped on the front passenger seat off to my immediate right. My gaze never wavered from the iron gates, closed and standing like tall, stone statues of warriors that were instructed to guard it from all invaders. I didn’t think I would be coming back here, ever since the death of my parents happened years ago. But with the new information I discovered from Ariel weeks ago, I wasn’t sure how to handle it. It was best that my parents heard about it first before anyone else.

Taking a deep breath and letting it go, I opened the car door, then looked in the back and grabbed the red umbrella. Making sure to bringing it out into the open, I unleashed the contents and it opened fast. I stepped out of the car, setting the umbrella over my head, and closed the door behind me. I could hear the rain dropping fast, hitting the umbrella with quick splashes. The SCW camera crew were near me, but I resolutely ignored them, yet was aware that anything I said would be captured. At this point, I didn’t care,for these words had to be said before I departed from the cemetery. Pushing the iron gates before me was as easy as opening a typical door and the gates opened wide. The grave that I would be seeking out was located above every other grave, on a lone hill.

I entered the cemetery, with the camera crew trailing after me. It was like entering a new world that was forbidden to mortals. The cemetery was a place for the dead, souls that never cared about the living after they passed away from this mortal coil.  To the living, it symbolizes death for all eternity, a place where no one wants to cross, but it happens to everyone. For me, though, I didn’t fear death. I accepted, long ago, that death is impending and would happen in my later years, after I retired from the business and after I grew old. When it happens, my legacy in the world that I fought in would be cemented and all would know of the legend that was the King Of Kings...the way it should be, really. Until then, I will continue to fight until my last breath has been drawn. I didn’t shudder as I saw plenty of graves surrounding me as I walked up the hill. The chill was cold, but like death, I embraced it swiftly and dropped it out of my mind.

After five minutes of walking, I climbed up the hill and stood, at long last, at the grave of my parents. Each of them were side-by-side, the way they wanted it. I slowly kneeled in front of the two graves, looking at their names. Kyle and Lauren Grayson, caught in the crossfire of a gang shooting between two rival gangs that fought each other at the time. I wasn’t there to see it, but I felt like it was my responsibility to keep them safe and protected. The day I heard of their untimely perish was the day that my good side died, planting the seed for my continuing darkness to come out and infect me in the years to come. And yet, with the news that Ariel broke to me, could this be a sign of change happening within me? Though the cold nor the environment wasn’t making me shiver, something within me force me to do so. My emotions were out of control, my mind in a total state of disaster at this moment. With the umbrella still hanging above my head as I held it in my right hand, I took the time to momentarily close my eyes, collect myself, gathering my thoughts, attempting to remember who I am and where I came from. Then I let it all go and my eyes opened.

I didn’t think I’d ever come back here. Not now. Not ever. But here I am, because I wanted the first to tell you both.

Tears were streaming down from my ears and entering my cheeks and then leaving altogether, like soldiers trying to get past all the gunfire on D-Day and climbing up to reach that hill, yet got gunned down quick and was rolling down the hill as fast as they climbed it. I brushed the tears away with my left hand, vulnerable to the core.

Ariel told me the news that I never expected to happen, not in a million years, to be honest. I didn’t dream of it, didn’t ask for it, but it happened. Unexpectedly and out of the blue, you could say. She didn’t say anything because I was and still am hellbent with vengeance after the fight with Mark Ward, one of many men that has stepped in my way. Not to mention that I was recovering from my injuries and couldn’t be bothered from anything else. Sure, I made an appearance once, but that was on my bed, back in the mansion, letting him know that I wasn’t afraid, that I was angry, and that I would return in full-form. Three weeks into my recovery, my body was healed, but I couldn’t walk as much. So I still laid low, not giving out any interview calls until the last few weeks. But it was within the fifth week that Ariel came to my side, one morning, as I was drinking green tea. She told me the news that changed everything for me.

She told me...that she was pregnant. With twins!

I shook my head, like I was in denial of it,shaking uncontrollably. In this moment, I’m no longer Kain, the King Of Kings, the man that is fearless and can destroy anybody that attempts to deny me of any victory. No. In this moment, I’m Alex Grayson, a young boy who grew to be a man, a simple human being whose rage got the best of him and forced him to become a person that was desperate, struggling to make ends meet, even if it meant taking shortcuts in his life. I was faltering, pieces of me shattering like a mirror breaking in full, the sound of glass breaking loud and ear-splitting. The tears are coming in full-force and I bowed my head, crying like a baby, unable to control my emotions. Lightning crashed in the distance, the rain was still coming down swiftly. The cameras tried to capture the emotions that was going on and they got it, as I brought my head up, my face in a troubled mess.  I remember being this heartbroken and depressed, feeling vulnerable and betrayed, helpless with no one to turn to except a cop who I broke down and spoke of how angry I was, as if I was confessing a deep, dark secret and felt good about letting go. Even then, it was painful. Today, though, it may be a good thing.

Within the swirling storm of my madness, I managed to regain control of myself. Holding back the tears once again, trying to put a leash on my wild feelings, I spoke softly, barely a loud whisper for the audio to capture.

Twins! Can you believe it? Can you believe that I’m going to be a father of my own two children? She’s been two months pregnant now and we’ve determined the sexes of our babies. One will be male, the other female. We even decided on names! Can you believe it? You’d be proud of her, my girl, the most beautiful thing to ever happen in my life and now things will be better. Hell, we even decided on names already. In fact, mother and father, our son will be named Arthur Grayson and our daughter will be Rose Grayson. They will grow up in this world, learn from us both, and we will make sure that we can be the best parents that we can possibly be.

The camera crew must have think I was going mad, talking to a couple of graves, but it’s common for people to visit their dead friends or relatives and speak to them. So, in this instance, I was doing what everyone else did. I wasn’t crazy, nor did I had voices in my head, talking to me and I would reply back. No. How could the dead respond me? Like I said, the dead don’t care about the living, but maybe, just maybe...they would still be listening to those that spoke to them in earnest, like how I was doing here. Maybe my parents were listening to me after all. I nodded at the graves, as if I was agreeing about something.

I know that I’m not the best son in the world. I took my rage and hatred and it brought me to places that I never imagined before. No one in this world will be able to shake my confidence and drag me to the depths of Hell and still won’t be able to, you know? But with these twins on the way sometime later this year, perhaps it may be time to change. But for now, I can’t; I can’t walk away from the path I’m on. I still have a desire to be the best in the world at what I do. I can’t run away from that goal; I must embrace and commit to it at one-hundred percent and more. Maybe when my son and daughter are born, that day may  finally bring out the good side in me. The news planted a seed in that, you know? But I can’t walk away; people expect me to be at the top of my level and I can’t disappoint them, you know? Not here. Not now. I still need to take over the organization that I work for, which will work for me when I am finished. I still need to be the greatest champion the world has ever known. I still need to be the man that created a legend that nobody can annihilate. In order to do that, I must stay on the path of the dark side. And I will continue to do so until everyone is injured permanently and out of the game, to the point of where no one can touch me. But maybe, just maybe, when my kids are born, I may change and someday, you will find  yourselves proud of all that I have accomplished, for good or bad. You will someday find me to be the good son you prayed and hoped for when I was born. Until then, I hope you both keep me in your thoughts, still continuing to watch over me.

I slowly rose from my position, relieving the cramps and aches from my legs, worn out from the emotional assault that drained everything out of me, mentally and physically. I stood up from my height, everything contained once again. I continued to stare at the grave, uttering one final, yet powerful statement to my dead parents.

I love you both very much...!

My cell phone started to vibrate from the left pocket of my blue pants. I turned around and my game face was on. No longer was I Alex Grayson, but Kain, The King Of Kings, a man that was determined to take back everything and make the world his own. He will use his constant pain and torment as fuel for revenge against all those who seek to destroy him. As I started walking back, I grabbed my cell phone out of its pocket and opened it. It was a text message from Mark Ward, head of the SCW organization. Exactly how the hell he got my number, I wasn’t sure. I knew that I never gave it to him; my cell phone is given only to those that I trust fully. That monster is one I didn’t trust, yet somehow, he must have gotten my number by looking it up. After all, anyone’s number can be looked up if you search hard enough. Although the caller I.D. didn’t specifically say who it was, I recognized the number. It was the number that was on a business card that he gave me when he and I first met to talk about contract details and working under their banner. I started walking down the hill, a five-minute walk back to my blue Dodge, opening the phone and reading the text.

I know you’re out there somewhere, at home, but I wanted to be the first to tell you that you will be put on the shelf permanently after Wyatt Peterson is done with you. After he’s done destroying you, you won’t have any championship matches. You won’t be here at all, period. Give up now or be prepared for a beating that you’ll never forget!

I closed my phone and thought about what he said. Midway through the walk, I stopped. I smile widely. Then I laughed very hard, my eyes closed, in wicked glee. If this man thinks that I can be stopped, he is out of his fucking mind. I warned everyone, on Twitter, that everything would change when I returned. Nick Jones and Jordan Williams saw the fire in my eyes and knew that I meant business. I know that a lot of things changed, but it doesn’t matter. No one could be concerned about their friends or enemies at this time; it should only be me that they should worry about. The greatest threat in their lives has returned and sooner or later, everyone will be bowing to the King, including Mark Ward as well. So...I have to deal with Wyatt Peterson? The one guy that booted me in the face, the guy that was part of a team that won against my “team” earlier on in my career? Payback’s going to be a bitch!

With these thoughts in mind, I returned to my blue Dodge. Opening the driver’s door, I threw my red umbrella into the back, then got into the driver’s seat. Whipping out my keys from my blue pants’ right pocket, I fired up the car and the engine roared like a tiger.  Then I turned the car around and headed out of the cemetery, the cameras pulling back wide as they saw my car in the distance and finally saw me gone. Then it looked up at the skies and became a silent witness to the pounding rain and harsh thunder that continued to pour like a hail of arrows coming down.

* * *

Wyatt Peterson...what I say to you may either benefit you or destroy you. As the King Of Kings, my word is true.

People fear change. Some human beings are able to adapt to it and shrug it off like nothing ever happened, but most people despise it. Others cannot accept the change of reality in front of them and commit suicide, thinking that their situation has no likable options to pursue and therefore leading to a not-so positive outcome. Change is a part of life and I have yet to discover folks who are willing to embrace those changes, for good and bad, and just roll with the punches. It’s sad, really. Not a lot of people out there are strong to handle any circumstances on their own, so they use a bunch of excuses or reasons to get out of the hole they are in. It’s unfortunate, but that’s how things work in life. Of course, that is what I see in most people. As for me? I don’t fear change. In fact, I don’t fear anything. What happens sometimes isn’t my fault and other times,it is. I’ve accepted my reality, fought my battles and wars, and continued to make a living legend out of myself day in, day out. Including the news that I received outside that shook my world from the ground-up, but that’s neither here or now. I am returning after a seven-week hiatus and that’s where people are thinking that I am not capable of doing what I do best.

Those people would be dead wrong. After I healed myself, I went back to work. I trained extensively and participated in low-key fights that allowed me to regain my instincts and power. I almost lost in some matches, but I prevailed in them all, proving why I am still the reigning champion in every territory I’ve entered. To this day, people are not going to like this new Kain, this evil, ungrateful, unmerciful son of a bitch that doesn’t care about the welfare of his opponents. People are going to fear this new change and will despise it. Mark Ward pushed me over the edge, thinking that I was controlled, I was tamed. He’s wrong. Everyone is wrong. I will not go soft. What happened at London Brawling was merely a taste of the grueling punishments I can’t wait to deliver to every opponent that thinks they have some kind of an advantage over me, whether they beat me or not. Somehow, someway, I resurface and give them something to think about. Like how I’m going to do for Wyatt Peterson, a guy who got lucky in a tag match, kicked me in the face, and helped in his team winning. But this time, all bets are off. The situation changed for the worse on his side of the street and I’m here for payback, not just for that kick though. I’m here to send a message to the entire locker room, not to mention the head honchos that think they can run this place without me. And he’s the perfect patsy for that message!

See, Wyatt, here’s the situation. This is not a tag-team match, where we have to rely upon others to “help” each other in earning a victory. Fact is, every tag-team match I’ve been involved in has been a disaster and it’s not because of me, but because of the incompetent partners that have been forcibly shoved down my throat! So therefore, all blame lies elsewhere, because I did my job. However, I did underestimate you; that will never happen again. You chose to be smart and eliminate me from our last confrontation, allowing your team a win that I couldn’t prevent. This time, though, no one will be able to save you. It’s you alone, out in the cold, with no one to aid you. This time, you will face me in the eyes and feebly attempt to knock me out of the game, hoping to jump over me and gain a better position within the company in terms of championship gold. You will fail, however. You will fail in your mission because you’re dealing with a man on your own. This isn’t just any kind of man, however. You’re dealing with the King Of Kings, a man that you should have bowed to when we first met. At Climax Control, I will punish your weak body, cripple your state of mind, and revel in the rage I have stored for so long, only to be unleashed upon a worthless soul such as you. I will earn payback, gain the upper-hand, and earn a victory that was long denied to me since we first encountered each other. The beating that I have planned for you will be brutal and once you are in my clutches, I doubt that you will be able to escape so easily!

Now, I’ve heard of how you parted ways with your mentor. If you intend to bring that pathetic drama to our upcoming battle, it will be ignored. Your problems are not mine to deal with. In fact, you shouldn’t even be thinking of whatever drama is shrouding your miserable life at this point. I’m the only thing in this world that matters, Wyatt. Not Mark Ward. Not the new Bombshells that entered our camp. Not Nick Jones, a man that existed as a heavyweight champion only to fall at the hands of Rage and is now a paper champion. Sooner or later, that championship will be mine, Wyatt, because let’s face it; Rage is only holding that belt until I become the #1 contender for the world heavyweight championship and when I destroy him and destroy him I shall, he will be a paper champion, like how his predecessor is now. In the end, I’m your end and you’re my beginning, Wyatt. That’s all that really matters! You will be the scarred painting on a wall for everyone to see, for people to see and hear, Wyatt. You will be a man that will let everyone know that Kain has returned and it’s all about business. I’m not here to play games anymore; I’m here to win at all costs. And so, you will be forced to confront the music that’s so loud and unnerving, you wish you could turn it off. But once you step into my world, Wyatt, you can’t. The music I deliver is a symphony of destruction, a wail of screams that emanate from my opponent’s threat as I deliver move after move onto their weak, fragile physical entities. No matter how hard you try, you cannot stop me. Not even a boot to the face will end me that quickly, You’re simply running on borrowed time, Wyatt, so after I’m finished with you, then perhaps maybe you should have stayed with your mentor and learned more from him, unless you want to see him getting his ass kicked by a god like me?

If you are hoping that I am full of rust and won’t be able to handle myself, prepare yourself for disappointment. I took it upon myself to bring myself back to tip-top shape and got myself in a few low-key fights that brought everything back up to speed for me. That includes my amazing instincts, my destructive power, and my ridiculous speed. That combination alone will be enough to take out anyone that dares to sit on my throne, including yourself. I can imagine that you’ll do your best to pummel me to the ground, but you have to remember, boy; I’m fazed by nothing. You think I feared the beating that Mark Ward gave to me at London Brawling, including that high fall from that building right at the end of our match? No. I took it all like a man and survived the carnage. I’m like a machine that can’t be annihilated by anything that hits him; you can do your best to wound him all he wants, but in the end, his wounds will heal completely and he’ll keep on coming for more until his foe is wiped off the map completely! What you saw last time was nothing but a tip of the iceberg. You’re going to be an unlucky, unfortunate man that just witnessed, first-hand, what I am truly like on the battlefield. No more Mr. Nice Guy! Never was that, but the beatings I gave was perhaps a bit too soft, yet still enough to do what it needed. This time, I’m here for business and if it means crippling my enemy to the point of where they can no longer walk, then so be it. As big or strong as you are, it won’t be enough to stop me, Wyatt Peterson. Hell, son, not even on your best day could you EVER hope to defeat me!

Someday, Wyatt, the light will shine on you. Someday, you may even hope to become greater than me. But until that day, you’re nothing. You’re like the rest of the sheep that want to be plucked out of the herd by doing something different and outstanding. But that day will never come for you, Wyatt. You got lucky once, but all of your luck has run out. It’s too bad that there’s no championship on the line, but rattling your cage in the most powerful way is good enough for me. The way I see it, nothing in the world can stop me from ruining the lives of many that dared to take away everything from me. It’s been nothing but losses and draws around here in my career, but I’ve had enough. My time is here and now and I wish to see nothing but victory in one fight after another. It doesn’t matter if I’m settling an old score or if I have fought a new challenger and overcame them with my wrath; it’s all about winning in the end. I intend to win. I intend to create a path of destruction that no one will be able to follow in my wake, Wyatt. The days of the Kain of yore are gone. Today, the Kain of new has arrived, armed with stronger confidence and a willful determination to see everything through his own way. So I’m going to say this once and only once; you better do the right thing. Right here, right now. Give up this futile quest of yours and just run away. Run away from this federation, run away from everything in this business, because your quest for gold or whatever else it is you are currently seeking ends here and now. Decide not to run away and it’s going to be a long, painful night for you. I’m not kidding around here, son. I’m here to show, time and again, why I am here and why I deserve to be on top of the world once more. Like I said before, I’ve underestimated you once and because of my ignorance and stupidity, you and your team emerged victorious. That won’t happen again! If you do decide to face me and take your well-deserved beating like a man, I just might say that I have a small amount of respect reserved for you. However, if you decide to anger me by making this fight harder on me, then the game is over and all bets are off. I will put you on the cross and crucify your name and your reputation, watching with no remorse as blood pours on the ground from your body. After I am finished with you, Wyatt Peterson, you will have nothing left. No hopes, your dreams are dead, and the only thing you’ll have is emptiness. You won’t be walking out of that arena with anything but a beating that’s within an inch of your life! It’s time for you to make a change and to accept the reality of things, just as I have! And thus...

My name is Kain. I am the King Of Kings. And your fate...is sealed!

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

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

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

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

In response, he snarled with rage.

Kill him!

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

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

* * *

London Brawling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No chance at all...

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

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

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

Hello?

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 It's been a long day for me.

Rather, a long week.

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

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

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

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

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

Mother? Father?

Both of them nodded.

Why?

Why what, mother?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Will you both say something please? What did I do to deserve your disappointment?

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

Damon Synn.

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

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

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

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

A joke, you tell me?

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

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

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

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

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

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

And of course, there's Nick Jones.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My victory. Your losses.

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

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