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The tag-team match didn't go the way I wanted to and I was not happy about the end result.
After the match ended, Ariel could see that I was unhappy and looked on as I destroyed my locker room in half. I couldn't believe it! After everything was said and done, those bastards were able to function as one and we didn't, thus our titles were cut short. Somewhere along the way, Frost and I slipped up and we cost the match. I was angry about it though; I worked VERY HARD to finally bring gold around my waist and to see it all end against a team that somehow got a shot without working hard for it pissed me off even more.
Ariel: Calm down, baby...
But I couldn't, smashing the mirror with my left hand, watching as the mirror shattered into pieces that dropped on the floor. I was THIS angry, because things simply did not work out. I walked over to a chair and sat down, looking down on the floor, breathing hard. Ariel sighed and picked up a few bandages, then kneeled in front of me and was unwrapping the tape I used to seal up my fists before battle as she spoke.
Ariel: I know that the loss was hard. It's hard on me too, baby, but you WILL get those titles back. That's a promise.
The words she spoke were true. One day, I intend on getting a rematch with those two assholes and I plan on getting my titles back, with Frost's help of course. You could say that Frost got the pin, which is true, but it doesn't matter who was pinned tonight, we both lost. Frost was just as upset about the loss as I was, but told me that we would get them back. I believed him.
That was my thoughts then.
Three days later, I flew back to Illinois to not only see my kids, who were growing up faster than before, but I also had a meeting to hash out with. That phone call that happened recently was from a certain book publisher that wanted my story to be told so that millions to readers can read it for themselves. I sat down with them and we spoke a great length. I told them that I would be writing it and that I didn't need a ghost writer to tell my story sufficently. After all, I was pretty good in English and did well before that tragedy happened in my life. In any case, I was really excited.
My story being heard all across the world? This is great, because it enabled me to tell my tale so that others can be inspired and perhaps follow my footsteps. But one thing is for sure; no matter how hard they, they can never attain the body or success that I've found in my life, for everything that I've done is VERY unique. Don't get me wrong, you'll find those in your way, but you'll never be able to get what I have, because I'm the only one on the planet that is capable enough of taking on anybody and looking like a winner, even if I did lose! I will ALWAYS come out stronger than before, ALWAYS return for another fight, because it's what I was born to do and I think people will be happy to discover what I have in store for them.
Ariel was waiting for me outside, as she didn't want me to be interrupted by anything. She was also there for the same reason as I was; the book publisher also wanted her story to be told as well. That was part of the deal that I made; Ariel doesn't get left out of anything. She's a success in her own way and she desires to be even more famous and earn more money possible. I'm not going to stop her from achieving her dream as well. She's the most beautiful woman on the planet and I can't help but look at her and go "Damn, Alex, you are one lucky man to have her!" She takes my breath away every time.
However, when I stepped outside of the executives's chambers and greeted her, she was grimicing.
Kain: What's going on? Why are you not happy?
She pulled me away from the people surrounding the office, from a secretary to people sitting down on chairs, waiting to speak with the top bosses of the book publisher, and lead me into a corner of the small room. She whispered in my ear and my face turned into a mask of rage. My eyes darted to the nearest wall, focused, as my brain concentrated on that single image of the opponent that they booked me for at this week's Climax Control.
My eyes focused back on hers.
Kain: After we are done seeing the kids here, I have to make a stop somewhere else in the States. Alone.
She didn't have to know where I was going, for she knew exactly where I was going. She took my hands and looked lovingly into my eyes.
Ariel: You know I don't say this for any man except for you and I'm aware I don't say it as much, but you know me. I'm a very independent, confident woman that wouldn't need a man in my life at all. But you are my man, my love, my everything. If anything happened to you, I'd be devastated. I love you so much, Alex. You are my heart and soul. Without you, my life isn't complete and I'm glad you're here with me.
She was starting to cry as she those last words and I held her close, trying to calm her down with true promises. If it wasn't for her, I would be a very different person than I am now. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have the strength to continue. If it wasn't for her saying yes and for giving life to our children, life would be a different, dark road for me to travel on my own. I still travel that different, dark road, but with her at my side.
Kain: I love you so much, baby. You mean the world to me and no one will take you away from me. Not even him. Don't worry, you'll never lose me. I'll be fine.
One of the executives stepped out of the room and called for Lisa. She wiped the tears away, gave me a passionate kiss, mouthed the words "I love you" before stepping away from me to greet the executive. She shook hands with the tall, dark-skinned man and stepped inside, the doors closing. I watched her go, sighed deeply, and walked out of the room and the building.
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Fading in, we slowly start to see what appears to be a sign, but for the moment, it remains uncertain as to what the sign says completely. It takes a few minutes for the blur to complete its effect and we see everything in full view now, seeing it as plain as the sun that rises up in the sky. It’s a huge sign on a building. It’s a sign with a logo and three words embedded below – Asylum Wrestling Alliance. Although it is complete darkness from above, the sign is good enough to see. Suddenly, we hear a voice that’s deep, intense, and serious cutting through the darkness, destroying the stillness that was at work minutes before. We can’t see who the speaker is, just yet, but we all can fathom a guess as his voice roars like a lion, the severity of his words cutting like a sword through butter.
The King Of Kings now speaks. When he does, you better pay attention!
Asylum Wrestling Alliance. My home…or what I used to call my home at the time. It was the first time I stepped foot into the world of wrestling, determined to make a name for myself. I threw myself at the wolves that roamed that landscape, fully confident and knowing that whoever had the balls to either face me or bar my path to victory, I would destroy them without a second thought. It was here where I began work on improving the craft of this newfound profession. Eventually, I realized my dream of being the world heavyweight champion of the Asylum Wrestling Alliance. That was then. This is now. Looking back on it, I loathe it. I hate it. Why? Because of the man I must face one more time. The man that is responsible for my rise and downfall in the Asylum Wrestling Alliance
The next statement that escaped from this speaker’s mouth was icy, chilling to the bone.
Goth. You granted me my dream. Then you took that dream, stole it from me, and betrayed me. You left me to die in the cold. I’ll never forget that sin from you, Goth. However, for every action given is a consequence received and I intend to reward you with every action you gave me with the harshest of consequences in mind, Goth.
The camera starts to go down and cut back wide, at the same time, until we see a man standing below a streetlight, at the corner of a sidewalk. Across from where he’s standing is the headquarters of the Asylum Wrestling Alliance, his former home. The wind came and went ferociously, but the speaker ignores it, despite the wind being cold and chilly. You can’t see him, as he is wrapped in a brown cloak from head to toe, but he does remove the hood from his face and turns around slowly. The camera shifts to the left and pans in on his face, showing his eyes that are gleaming with icy rage, a face of seriousness taking over. There’s no hint of laughter or playful games here; this is nothing but serious business.
Kain: To be honest, Goth, I thought our rivalry ended after we clashed last time. I’ve already won both the minor battles and the major war that ensued since the day you kicked me out. I got my revenge, Goth, and I walked away. But no matter how many times I’ve successfully destroyed you and ripped you in half, you seem to come back, intent on wanting more. And that’s the reason why you’ve failed in some of your previous matches until you encountered Rage. Perhaps it your anger and hatred towards me that gave you the edge to annihilate him and move on towards me and I’ll give you that much, Goth. You are constantly tenacious in your quest to overthrow me and will never give up until the job is finished. But will that be enough, Goth? Will that be enough to make you a valid success over the likes of me? Anger can be a great strength, but it can also be a major weakness for anyone. I know this well. Why don’t you? Why don’t you understand it is your constant anger, your uncontrollable hatred, and your stupid, idiotic obsession that ultimately spells your downfall? Why are you even here at all? I mean, you don’t care for championships, glory, fame, along with pride, do you? No! All you give two shits about is causing blood to spill at your own expense, your insane mind constantly dwelling on inflicting suffering and pain for no good reason. Me? I’m like you in a way; I want to destroy my opponents and show them whose boss, but not driving myself to the point of insanity and suicide. No way in hell, Goth, will I EVER be like you!
He looks away now, folding his arms as he does so, thinking of the times he was involved in the Asylum Wrestling Alliance. For a moment, he smiled, because he reminds himself of the destruction and carnage he participated in against those certain opponents he fought. Win, lose, or draw, he learned from those fights and became stronger. Eventually, he was the top dog of the federation, with the title around his waist and he was determined never to lose it again. Then his smile turned into a deep, dark frown, as he reminds himself of that terrible day, when Goth took it all away from him and discarded him like trash. From that day forth, he vowed vengeance and would get it from him, no matter the cost. Shaking his head now, he looks back at the camera again.
Kain: In our line of work, Goth, you can’t be afraid of a single thing in the world. I was born to never be afraid, especially the likes of a coward like you, Goth. You see, Goth, I was hoping you would be the better man. I was hoping that maybe you’d grow a pair and just say “Well, you know, I tried kicking that Kain’s ass twice or three times now and no matter what I do, it never worked, so I might as well just give up and go for something else.” In other words, you should have accepted defeat and moved on with your life. Unfortunately, you can’t, Goth, and that’s a damn shame. How many times must we circle around this heated conflict forever? No more, Goth. No more! After this match, Goth, you won’t ever return to my life again. EVER!
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he spots a couple exiting a club nearby. Since they have their backs turned on him, they never saw him. Instead, they were focused on each other, the girl in a crying fit, trying to pour her feelings and emotions out. The boy, on the other hand, simply shakes his head, dismisses her complaints with a single wave, and returns to his car. The girl follows pursuit, cursing and yelling after him as they both enter the boy’s car. The boy now speaks back and the argument still continues on as they drive off and go around the nearest corner, never to be seen again that night. Shaking his head once more, Kain shifts his stare back to the camera.
Kain: You see that couple, Goth? You remind me of that girl. That girl is trying to stir up nothing but pointless drama and foolish words, as if everything she said to her man made absolute sense. But the boy did the right thing, Goth. He ignored it completely, for he knew it was complete bullshit until the girl caused him to yell back at her. That’s something I’ll never do, Goth. I look at it this way; once I settle the score with my opponent, on my own terms, I walk away and move on to the next challenge, the next fight. You, on the other hand, don’t. You obsess about the past, don’t you? You obsess about your past glories, how many brutal matches you’ve been in, how much pain and devastation you caused, don’t you? I know that you’ve been a champion in the past, in your own fed and elsewhere, Goth, but those days are over. You are nothing more but a pitiful excuse of a man that’s really a fragile, weak boy that hasn’t accomplish much of anything to brag or bring the spotlight on to you, if you get my drift. Meanwhile, Goth, the past is my past. I’ve made peace with it. You haven’t. I’ve moved on and became a tag-team champion and someday, I’ll reclaim those belts from the men that took it from us. In any case, this isn’t about our previous glories or history, Goth. In any case, you can’t let go. You can’t let it all go until you won over me. That will never happen, Goth, not in a million years. You should have done so, but…
Turning away from the streetlight and moving out of it, he motions the camera to follow him as he walks away from that sidewalk and travels north, his voice continuing to lure those watching, because they know that everything he says is both important and truthful. In fact, everything he says is reminiscent of a famous superstar’s pipebomb, except that he’s not being told what to say or how to say it. Unlike that superstar, he is his own master and he say what he wants, when he wants to say it, and how he wants to say it without any restrictions placed on him. And if anyone doesn’t like what he has to say, tough shit, because truth ultimately hurts.
Kain: But you didn’t. Instead of being a man and asking me for another confrontation face-to-face, you once played the role of a runaway brilliantly. You searched Mark Ward, one half of the co-owners Sin City Wrestling Alliance, and you begged for a match. You struck a deal with the devil, didn’t you? You told him that you would be a part of this team in exchange for this match. Thankfully, I’m not you again, Goth, because it’s one of the worst decisions you’ve ever made. What has Mark Ward or Sin City Wrestling ever done for you, Goth? You’re not the boss that everyone looks up to around here, Goth. You’re not a championship holder either. Fact is, you win some, you lose some, but in the end, everything you do is irreverent. In other words, Goth, your presence accomplishes nothing! And yet, you decided to ally yourself with a mean, cruel bastard like Mark Ward. In the end, you’ll receive no reward, Goth. You’d like to think that you gave yourself an advantage over me, because it’s a match where anything goes. But you don’t. You gave me the edge that I need to finally conquer you once and for all. I can get away with anything I want, Goth. I can smash you with a chair to your back countless times, possibly even paralyzing you for good. Or with a pair of brass knuckles, I can sit on top of your chest, take out all the breath in your lungs as I punch your face, watching with tremendous satisfaction as teeth fly out of your mouth, blood pours on the ground, black eyes appear, your cheeks swollen whole. Or I can hoist you above my shoulders and powerbomb through not just one, or two, or even three, but up to FIVE tables and that’s only when I climb up on a ladder, dragging your carcass with me to the top and then deliver the crushing blow. This match, Goth, is going to mark the end of your illustrious career. Why? Thanks to you, I can deploy an infinite number of possibilities upon your dark, horrible body and soul, and leave you crippled for life. That’s what I intend to do, Goth. I intend to end you and put you behind me. Don’t you DARE laugh at my words, because you know, damn well, that it’s true. You know damn well that I was the best thing to ever happen to the Asylum Wrestling Alliance and you took that away from me. YOU, Goth, are responsible for my downfall back then. Now, I’m going to repay the favor. It’s like this soda can…
He speaks those last words as he spies a soda machine next to a clothing store. He stands in front of it now, puts in a few quarters, and presses the top button. Seconds later, a Diet Coke is dropped to the bottom and Kain fishes his hand inside the machine and grabs it with his left hand. He opens the Diet Soda and takes a few steps back, looking at it as he speaks again.
Kain: At first, you don’t want to drink it, because the taste isn’t that great, but rather poisonous. It creeps into your body and you have to get adjusted to the taste, no matter how bad it gets. But the more you drink it, the less you have to worry about it afterwards.
He pours the contents onto the ground until there is nothing left. The camera blurs on Kain’s face while focusing solely on the can, which easily gets crushed by Kain’s hand. Then the camera blurs on the soda can and focuses on Kain, who smirks.
Kain: Then it’s just a matter of crushing it and throwing it away. It’s really that simple.
Kain finds a nearby trash barrel and tosses the can into it. He turns away from the soda machine and the clothing store, but takes a moment to face the camera.
Kain: If you think, however, that I’m underestimating you for one second, don’t. I know that you are a tough and dangerous opponent. You’ve given me hell previously, so I expect nothing less from you, especially when there are no rules to abide by. But you’ve had your chances now and each time we fought, you failed. You failed to conquer me, because of no other reason other than the fact that you couldn’t get the job done. Maybe it was the pressure and responsibility that you carry for your federation that’s bothering you or maybe it was something personal that had nothing to do with me and that issue(s) clouded your mind and judgment. Whatever it may be, I know one thing for sure; you hate me with the utmost intensity. Every time you see me, Goth, you can’t help but admire and be jealous of everything that I am and have accomplished. You may have faced a thousand foes and wrecked them without a problem. But once you encountered me, that all changed for you, didn’t it, Goth? You are no longer the biggest badass around here or even at home, are you? I AM! These days, Goth, I’m nothing but a thorn at your side, something that you want to get rid of so desperately, but you can’t. Why? Because each time you try to kill that thorn, it ALWAYS grows back. That’s how tough I am, Goth, that’s how dangerous I am. You’d like to think of yourself as an unstoppable machine of power and can play the best mind games against ANYONE you face in the business. You’d be wrong, Goth. Dead wrong!
The King of Kings smirks once more, pulling off his brown cape and revealing the rest of his body for the entire world to see. Glancing at his watch, he realizes that it’s about 3 AM on a Thursday morning. He knows that Ariel is waiting back at his hotel room, eager to please him in bed. He smiles at the thought of her, at how amazing and supportive she’s become, never once leaving his side. If anything were to happen to her, however, he would be out for blood. No one touches Ariel in any manner and lives to tell about it. Wearing a red vest around his shoulders, his chest and eight-pack abs are exposed, muscular arms and chest again filled with various tattoos. Underneath was black khakis, supported by a brown belt around the loops of the khakis, black slacks covering his feet. He gestures at his whole body and clearly there’s a point to his action.
Kain: Your body is capable of great things, but my body, on the other hand, is a killing machine of indescribable strength and speed. They say that Rome wasn’t built in a day , Goth, and that’s certainly true here. Do you get now why I am feared, why I am respected? It’s because I didn’t waste my time sitting home, on a couch, wishing for things to come to me. Instead, I worked hard, all of my life, to reach this point, Goth, to undertake in battles like this. The only way to survival the crucial confrontation ahead, Goth, is to stay strong and be sharp on all fronts. It doesn’t matter what you try to throw at me now, whether it’s me losing the titles belts to a unworthy team or me losing to a guy like Rage, someone you’ve beaten already. None of that matters, because I’ll be settling the score with those peons someday. But this isn’t about them, Goth. This isn’t about championships or histories with boys like those either. This is about you and me, Goth, and the long, enriching history we’ve created for each other. That history, Goth, is going to end at Climax Control. You chose the time and place for this match and I’ve tried, so hard, to stay away from your filthy poison, your nagging arrogance, and your highest form of stupidity and insanity. I’ve had you beat and you force it upon me again, to decide our fates and to finish the fight between you and I once and for all. Very well, Goth, if death is what you truly seek from this world, then I’ll happily oblige and be responsible for your untimely demise. I want you to think, long and hard, about the choice you’ve made and the deal that you struck with Mark Ward after I’ve destroyed from inside and out, Goth. I want you to ask yourself if going through with this match was really worth it just to get your hands on me, Goth, or really nothing but a time-wasting effort, because you turned out to be the failure that everyone already knew about and couldn’t get the job done YET AGAIN? I know, Goth, that no matter how hard you try to eclipse me in any way possible, you will not succeed. I’ve gone past you, Goth, while you haven’t, so you are desperate for anything now. That’s a bad state to be in, because it’s going to cost you everything. Your life, your legacy, your reputation within here and back at your federation, Goth, all of it will be gone when I kick my foot into your face, when I break your legs and back, when I throw you into a table, when I smash your forehead with a chair. Remember now? The infinite possibilities you gave to me? You have that advantage too, Goth, so you may get lucky and erase me from the face of the planet, but I doubt it. You were never a man that I looked up or admired as a role model or leader. You certainly aren’t my friend either, but you are one of my most-hated enemies and I look forward, more than ever, to banishing you from Earth. That way, no one will ever have to be a part of your asylum ever again and no one will certainly have to hear the mindless ramblings of an insane man, for that matter!
The King Of Kings turns around and walks, this time saying nothing as the camera follows him like his own shadow. He wants people to digest these words, to understand that he means nothing but business, because Climax Control is a place and time for a grudge to be set aside and finished up so that Kain can move on to better things. Like aiming for the championship or having to deal with foes like Synn, the new tag-champs to reclaim those belts. But not Goth, a man who is past his prime and is now considered to be a fragile soul with some power left in him, but not enough to make Kain worry about him. After Climax Control, Kain will have gone on to greater things, while Goth will still be stuck in the past, too worried about Kain and unable to move on with his life. After walking down two sidewalks while still traveling north, he reaches his rental car. He stops in front of the driver’s door and is about to open it, but stops himself. The camera gets in front of him as he turns and nods.
Kain: At this point, Goth, I’ve said everything that needed to be said. I’m more focused on this match than any other match I’ve been involved with between you and me. I’m going to make that night a mixture of both pleasure and business, pleasure because I’m going to every moment of beating the shit out of you and then watching you suffocate, bleed, choke, and gag with each strike that I land, with each bone that I crush. I’m going to kill your confidence, mentally, emotionally, and physically, and I’m going to strip you of everything you were and are now. On the flip side, it’s going to be business, because I’m finally going to put you behind me. You gave me this opportunity, Goth, so I’ll be thankful to you JUST THIS ONCE. After Climax Control, Goth, there will be no excuses and definitely no rematches! There will be no deals to be made when it comes to me. You won’t even have an extra life to use, like how you could use one in a videogame to try again, because you’ll carry none. Nothing will ever be the same for you, Goth. You are going to perish from my life, feeling nothing but excruciating pain and suffering, unlike anything you’ve felt before. You know what my intentions are by this point, Goth, so you better be the man that you were once were. You better be the fighter that gave so many others a headache to deal with, the guy that won the Psycho Circus ages ago, the guy who held many championships and accomplished so much. If you aren’t, Goth, then that’s your problem. I am VERY confident in going into this match, knowing that I’ll have a hell of a chance on accomplishing my mission and winning the war. But I also know that I could lose, thus I’m aware of that possibility, so I’m ready for anything. But I won’t be losing, Goth, especially to a man like you. Not now, not ever! Goth, I have NO INTENTION of emerging in this match as a failure, but as a winner instead! Not just for one battle, Goth, but for the entire war that we spawned ever since we hated each other. I still remember Goth, the expression that you created when you first saw me, filled with unexpected surprise and I also remember how you ran away like the pathetic coward you are now. This time, Goth, I’m going to generate a lifetime of memories as I watch your face filled with horror as I take it all away from you, for the very last time. I’m going all-out, Goth. You’ve poked on this beast way too much and it’s now time for you to endure his wrath and suffer the consequences of your own pitiful actions. You’re not going to like it, I know, but I don’t give a damn anymore. I’ve had enough with you and I’m going to do whatever it takes to destroy the legacy and reputation that once made the man Goth and throw him away for good!
Turning away from the camera, he steps inside the car, snatches the keys out of his left pocket from his black khakis, he puts in the keys and twists it. Immediately, the car fires up at his touch, the sound of the engine roaring to life. He throws the brown cape to the back as it lands softly and then grips the wheel with both of his fists. His mind is thinking about Ariel again, but it’s mostly dwelling on the upcoming destruction that he’s about to unveil. Every fan, critic, and wrestling journal will be talking about this match for years. Forget the main event! Forget the tag-matches or the first couple of matches on the card! Fact is, this is the only match to watch, the match that’s one for the ages! After all, it does involve the TRUE King Of Kings and an opponent that is possibly worthy of him, but really isn’t. Shaking his head and smiling about the match now, he stops smiling and faces the camera, his glare icy and chilling.
Kain: You should have killed me that day, Goth, the day that you fired me. But all you did was make me stronger. I vowed revenge after you took everything away from me. I would find you in a neutral place for our score to be settled. It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve faced each other, because as you saw, I’m the man now. I’m the man that’s destined to do great things and will lead the Sin City Wrestling organization to new heights like never before, just like how I did when I was in the Asylum Wrestling Alliance. After I’m done beating the shit out of you, Goth, you’re going to do the following. You’re going to finally acknowledge me the true King Of Kings. You’re going to finally bow to me and accept me as your superior in every way fashionable! Next, you’re going to die by my hand and you will never been seen around me again. You’re going to crawl back to your pitiful excuse of a federation, tell EVERY ONE of them, including those who I have fought in the past, that I am much greater than they’ll ever be, that I was the rightful heavyweight champion of the Asylum wrestling Alliance, and that nothing over there could ever stop me. Not any of those rookies or veterans you got there and certainly not any of the legends, yourself included, old man. But more importantly, you old, senile fool, you’ll tell them that you are the greatest failure in wrestling history and they will label you as such, I PROMISE YOU! This match is personal, Goth, it means more to me than you’ll ever fathom. I intend on taking you out of the competition and out of my life. You should have stayed away from me, accepted defeat, and limp back home like the worthless weakling that you are. But you didn’t. You chose to pursue me, to the ends of this Earth, hoping that your obsession over me, your insanity, your power, and your speed would hope to stop me. But it won’t be enough, Goth, because your skill, strength, agility, and intelligence alone won’t be enough to man-handle a god, a demon, an immortal like me! I AM The King Of Kings, Goth, and my kingdom, as such, will forever thrive in the face of adversity! There are no more notes to be sent, no more chapters to be written, and certainly no more “good nights” to be carried out, Goth. You talk about movies, didn’t you, and you spoke of how it has a beginning, a middle, and end. The beginning, Goth, was a rivalry that was sparked since the day you fired me. The middle continued the tale of our hatred as we fought previously, win, lose, or draw. This is now the ending, Goth, the ending where I stab you, multiple times, killing you with each stab and leaving you lifeless, forever ending our saga and leaving you behind for good. You should have NEVER talked to Mark Ward about another match. But you did and in doing so, you just made yourself Mark Ward’s bitch with strings attached above you that can be pulled at any time. But don’t worry, I’m going to end your service soon and Mark Ward, Christian Underwood, and everyone else in SCW will find out, first hand, how horrible you are in this craft and how you will serve yourself to be useless as the rest of them.
He looks away from the camera, his eyes staring at the road. Then he chuckles briefly for a moment.
Kain: I would have wished you good night here, but instead? I’m going to wish you a final farewell at Climax Control. For I am Kain, The King Of Kings and I...have spoken!
He motions for the camera to get behind his vehicle and he watches the little toy travel to the back of the car, watching it happen from his side-view mirror. Then he touches the pedal of the car, swerves to his left a bit, and his car is seen driving down the road until it can no longer be seen. Then the camera is turned off for good.