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Roleplay Boards => Archived Roleplays => Climax Control Archives => Topic started by: Kain on July 13, 2012, 08:24:16 PM
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While I managed to keep my head in the game last week, right until the point Nick Jones decided to play mind games and “saved” Jordan’s neck, I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that I was about to become a father sometime later this year.
Due to her pregnancy, Ariel will be remaining behind indefinitely, so it was nice to see her again as I walked into my huge mansion in Illinois. She greeted me at the door with a huge kiss and welcomed me back home, but something was a little different. I could feel the change, yet was unsure. As she walked away from me, traveling over to the kitchen to grab a bite of chocolate, I looked around. Nothing appeared to be out of place, I discovered, as I walked through the rooms. Everything looked the same from the onset. But what about one of the rooms upstairs? I started climbing the spiraling steps that led upstairs, feeling a change in the air, the kind of change that was good, but you wanted it to be a surprise that unfolds naturally.
The phone was ringing as I got to the top of the steps as Ariel answered it after a few rings later. Since it was currently night, I turned on the switch that lighted up the hallway like lights from a Christmas tree. In moments,I found the room that I was looking for and stepped inside, my breath being taken away at the sight as I turned on the lights for that room. It was a small, green-walled room filled with two cribs already set up, with a set of stars hanging above them. I turned them off again and saw that they glowed in the dark, which was a nice touch. Turning them back on, I also noticed the walls were covered with framed pictures of certain Disney characters, such as Simba of Lion King fame to Cinderella of Cinderella fame. The sight amazed me, but I realized that Ariel would have not done this by herself. She had help in getting it all done while I was away, attending to the beating I gave to Wyatt Peterson, a man that will never cross my path again. I was actually planning on building this for her when I had a free week off, to surprise her, but she surprised me instead!
After turning off the lights, I headed back downstairs. Going into the kitchen to get a drink, Ariel slowly made her way to a nearby couch and sat herself down. I joined her within seconds as she looked into my eyes.
I saw what happened at your parents’ grave. I wish I had come with you.
I shook my head back and forth. Besides our voices, the voices of the night were surrounding us, since we had the windows open for the breeze to embrace us.
No, my love. This was something I had to do alone. I felt like a big weight was lifted off my shoulders and for the first time in many years, I felt free. Free of the darkness, free of the madness of my hell. It was very liberating. Perhaps becoming a father will bring me onto a different path. But at this point, I can’t let it go. What I’ve done, so far, took me to places that didn’t get me far in AWA, but it did here, in SCW. I’ve made enemies all over and I don’t care who hates me. I want what’s mine and that’s championship gold, Lisa. I won’t let anyone stop me. Who was the phone call from?
Management.
And?
They have you booked with a new guy named Lucan Darby, a man that has been considered impressive among the higher-ups. With him by your side, you’ll take on Nick Jones and Jordan Williams.
I chuckled, thinking about my current opponents for the week. Nick Jones has been nothing but a thorn by my side and has been causing me trouble since I arrived here. He made another bad call in judgment when he hammered with a vicious chairshot. I remember unleashing my rage, yelling obscenities that couldn’t be heard too clearly, yet the message was loud and clear; revenge would be mine. As for Jordan, I took him on before, in a tag-match, and his team beat me. This time, I’m going to kill two birds in one stone. The SCW championship is mine and I intend on emerging victorious this time. When you step into my path, you better be ready to suffer the consequences. After all, life is all about me and what I desire. You get in my way and there will be hell to pay, that’s for sure!
I’ll deal with them on my own terms, not on theirs. How are the babies?
Lisa brought my hand over to her stomach and I laid it there, waiting to feel them kick. It didn’t take that long. They were kicking hard enough, as if they were imitating the double bass from Metallica’s One. Fast and intense kicks were hitting, making Ariel groan, more than likely driving her crazy. When she told me the news, she pretty much had the same feelings I had for this new experience. Would she be capable of becoming a good mom? Would we be good parents able to raise them in a world where the economy is struggling, jobs are hard to find, and people looking after themselves and nobody else? While my future, along with Lisa’s future, was already set in stone, my children would have to find their path in their own life. But I’m more worried about me in terms of pride.
They won’t understand my profession at a very young age, but as they grow up and learn more about me, will they be proud of everything I accomplished? Will they let people know that Alex Grayson played a character called Kain, the King Of Kings that dominated the battlefield and earned a great living out of it? More importantly, how would I treat my kids? Would my life experiences affect them and either make it to be a positive role model for them or would my anger get the best of me and hurt them physically and verbally? These are questions that I cannot answer until I crossed that bridge. Until then, my life will continue to be concentrated on my profession, on what I love doing best and that’s kicking ass and taking names all over the world. It is a feeling that I do not wish to be rid of anytime soon. It’s like being high on a drug and never letting go of that spectacular high, an addiction for which there is no cure. It will never go away until I perish from this Earth, which is fine by me!
I think I’m gonna take you upstairs for the night.
Lisa didn’t mind. Gently warpping my arms and hands around here, I lifted her up from the couch and proceeded to head upstairs, the both of us smiling at each other.
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To my opponents, Nick Jones and Jordan “P.S.” Williams...what I say to you today will either benefit you or destroy you. As the King Of Kings, my word is true.
Last week turned out to to be an interesting turn of events. We encountered each other, argued with each other on who wants the championship, like a couple of kids fighting over a toy Lightsaber in a sandbox, before all hell broke loose. Of course, I knew the game that was being played and to be honest? No one was buying it! In fact, it should not be believed, for a mere second, that some stranger saved another stranger’s neck for good reason. Instead, I believe it was done because one person didn’t want to fight me alone, since I kicked his ass and was seconds away from taking away everything that was his at that time. Now the lines of battles have been drawn and I have been placed in a tag-team match against two foes that, when looked at, naturally screamed payback. Revenge is motivation enough for me, not for what happened last week, but during previous times as well. A win at my expense...I assure you, that won’t happen again. The King Of Kings is a stronger foe that you both aren’t properly equipped to face and this time, destroying you both will be nothing but a walk in a park!
You both can go ahead and laugh, thinking that since I’m in a tag-team match, things are bound to screw up my way. I’m a man of truth when I tell you it has, but not because of me, of course, but because of the partners they keep forcing down my throat! That’s fine though, because teamwork, in my world, is unnecessary! Fact is, with the exception of Ariel, I don’t trust anyone at all. Lucan Darby, for all his impressive accomplishments, should do the right thing and just stay out of my way and watch out how a real professional handles business inside that ring. I will be honest, but I doubt that both of you will unable to co-exist on the same plane, much less trust each other after seeing the little history unraveling between the two of you. If you think Nick saved you just because he was a good Samaritan, think again Jordan. If you think that having a partner will help you tremendously in the fight against me, think again Nick. All you both care is defeating me and using each other to do it, then you’ll probably stab one another in the back. I know how the game is played and taking you both down, in the ring, will be nothing but a joy and a pleasure! You may as well consider Lucan Darby an insignificant bug on a windshield for the entire duration of our upcoming battle. In other words, he means nothing to the conflict. I’m basically the major threat that both of you should concern yourselves with and perhaps Lucan as well, should I decide to beat him within an inch of his life or spare his miserable, sorry ass until another time. It all depends on how I feel when the fight is said and done.
Truth be told, I don’t need to be told what I am or am not worthy of. I already knew what my worth was the moment I started training myself to mental and physical peak perfection! I knew, years ago, that I was destined for the throne and that it was solely mine for the taking. No one else had or has the right to hold something as prestigious as the highest title in any place that I walk into. Whether it was the Asylum Wrestling Alliance or the Sin City Wrestling organization, that championship gold was rightfully mine and no one is deemed worthy of being the top champion except for me, Kain, The King Of Kings! You both aren’t worthy of the title whatsoever. Fact is, Nick Jones has been a champion of six months, whose victories have been tainted by controversial wins, then got his pathetic ass kicked by some juvenile punk named Rage and lost the championship. Nick may be cocky, but he’s no longer the best, now is he? I didn’t think so! He NEVER was the best! As far as Jordan goes, what makes him worthy of being a champion? Nothing! His grotesque physique, his unintellectual mind, and actions, as of late, prove to me that he isn’t the rightful bearer to the highest championship in SCW. Only I deserve that right to be the champion! Only I am worthy of the honor, since I have it all and they don’t! In fact, I have charisma, power, speed, and the will to succeed at all costs! Both of you fragile worms have the gall to tell me, in my face, that I don’t deserve anything in life. But I worked hard to get to where I am today; my rage and hatred had backed me up on this and it will continue to spread like a virus! This virus, boys, cannot be stopped and I will infect you both with such pain and misery that neither of you will be able to stand in the ring again!
This match will signify the end of things for you two. It will be the end of everything that you stand for and turning into the end result that I have planned for you; your untimely demise. I don’t plan on going soft on either one of you; I plan on making my vengeance a reality that’s so unbearable, you’d wish I just stop, with my fists and feet of brutality hammering away at your rotting carcasses, watching with glee and laughter as I strip everything away that you both once were. You both know what I am capable of; a monster that’s self-destructive and a loose cannon that doesn’t care much for the welfare of another human being. I was never Mr. Nice Guy at the beginning of my career and I don’t intend on going down that path now! Both of you will suffer dearly for your actions against me. What you did both did to me is like killing a cop; that horrendous crime gets you the electric chair! So you may as well conjure up any connections, bosses, or whoever to help you, because no one will save you. No, Nick, not even your boyfriend, Mark Ward, will save you from the carnage I can’t wait to unleash on you either. No amount of psychology, mind games, or any other ridiculous plans you have in store for me will help you either. In that ring, I’m God and God is the one that judges you accurately, yet harsh and swift as the wind! I’m judge, jury, and executioner and in all three instances, I say that both of you are officially guilty of the crimes you committed to me and your sentence is permanent injury, possibly death! That’s how dangerous of a man I am, boys; soulless, empty, and filled with uncontainable rage! You can’t stop my anger, because in the end, it will be too much for you!
After that, where does the road lead for me? Simple! I’ll be on my way to become the next SCW champion after I quickly dispose of Rage, who will be dealt with shortly in time. But if there’s anything positive about this fight for the two of you, think of this whole conflict as a clear message; do not fuck with me ever again. In fact, after Climax Control, both of you will be out of the game for all eternity. Why should you believe me, though? Because I lost to you in the past? If that’s the argument you’ll use against me, don’t worry. I accepted the loss a long time ago, because eventually, karma would be a bitch and it would come back to bite both of you in the ass, HARD! This week will be a good one, because I will continue my new winning streak against two losers that now have no future in this business and will be defeated easily, now that I’m more powerful and stronger than before. Do you think that what I do is just for show? No. You should already know by now, I don’t care for anyone on the planet today, except for my girl and the family I’ll soon be starting in the future. I don’t care about becoming one of those nice faces that puts on a spectacle to please anyone! No! If I put on a show, it’s because I WANT TO and it’s for MY BENEFIT! People have been hating on me for a long time, but deep down, people can’t help but like me and what I am truly capable of inside that squared circle! Sooner or later, they will have no choice but to enjoy seeing me as the best champion in the world, the man that can and will take out any opponent in his way. I’m immortal, Nick and Jordan, I’m everlasting! My name alone poisons your veins and plagues your mind like a splinter driving you mad, but I’m the ultimate standard that represents everything that a man needs to be champion! So when you both witness my newfound wrath, first-hand, you’ll understand exactly what I speak of here today. You will come to know that I lie, cheat, and steal my way to the top without any mercy on my side of the street! You both will see that I have surpassed your talents and grown myself into the biggest name the world has ever seen! Oh sure, you won’t believe me now, but don’t worry; just wait until Climax Control. Then I will hit and strike you both so fast and hard that you’ll never see it coming!
I understand that you both want to win this match in order to gain the advantage over me. I get it that you both desire to be a champion for your own reasons. However, after I kill two birds with one stone at Climax Control, that will never happen to you again. You both will be wiped off the Earth for good. After this, there is no turning back, no excuses. It’s too bad that this upcoming confrontation isn’t inside a steel cage and is lowered into a tag-team match, because of the endless destruction I can provide with a few rules being thrown out. But I suppose this will have to do. I suppose that this format will have to do in serving my purposes here. Fact is, I am here to accomplish two things; exacting my revenge and causing much annihilation as possible. You both are the perfect targets for my revenge. Revenge is the cruel motivator in this instance. You, Jordan, for getting a win over me in the past. You, Nick, for cheating your way to victory in the title match against you, when your feeble entourage did all the work for you and ended my chance of becoming a champion. That will not happen again! Since we last fought, boys, my instincts are sharp as an arrow. I am now more than aware of everything that happens around me. You can bring out your army of allies or men that you think will gain you an edge over me. Hell, do whatever it takes to get rid of me, because I can’t be defeated that easily! I’m a master of fighting, the best in the world, and not a single man on this Earth can stop me from accomplishing my dream and fulfilling my destiny! At Climax Control, Nick Jones and Jordan “PS” Williams, the King Of Kings will enter his domain and handle business the way he knows best! Lucan Darby better take out a notepad and pen and start scribbling down some notes, because I’m going to teach him how to do things correctly in the business. I’m not here to play games or have fun. I’m here to cause damage that cannot be healed. I’m here to spread my cancer to the entire locker room, whether it’s superstars or divas. I’m here to show why I am the King Of KIngs, the most ruthless fighter to ever step foot on the battlefield. You both will finally get to see the real me in action. You both can try to kick my ass all you want, but nothing will faze me. I will get back up and I will soldier on. You cannot destroy me and at Climax Control, after I am done with you two jackasses, nothing will ever be the same again and I will soon be the NEXT SCW champion!
My name is Kain, The King Of Kings! And your fate? Your fate...is sealed!