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

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

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

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

Hey Mister! Mister!

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

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

I silently nodded.

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

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

What is your name, child?

Anne.

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

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

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

Kain.

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

Let’s start with Casey Williams, shall we?

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

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

Spike Staggs…

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

Now, as to the matter of my mystery partner…

I’m not worried about it.

What?

Were you hoping for me to say that I was?

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

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

« on: January 19, 2012, 09:24:08 AM »

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

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

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

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

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

Kain: Or else what, little boy?

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

« on: January 06, 2012, 11:05:13 PM »

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

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

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

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

Thinking about the carnage already, my love?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The time for my arrival is finally here at last.

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

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

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

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

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

Against who?

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

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

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

Nick Jones and Casey Williams.

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

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

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

It’s not a problem. Leave it to me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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