Somewhere in the city of Barbardos.

7:30 PM

The camera reveals a huge view of the city of Barbardos, the place where a legend’s return takes place. We get ourselves a shot of the people bustling with activity at the markets and stores that still remain open throughout the evening. The next shot takes us to a white building with church bells on the top. The doors open and the camera goes further to the inside, showing off the rows of seats and copies of the Bibles that are silently pocketed in front of them.

In the distance, we hear some kind of murmuring and the camera goes on to investigate further. We see a white-robed figured, kneeling in front of the symbolic figure of Jesus Christ, a man who many have claimed have died for all of our sins by death on the cross. As we try to get a peek at his face, we see that his eyes are closed, his hands folded together in a prayer, speaking out loudly as if he wanted the rest of the world to hear his plea.

Dear Lord, forgive me for my sins and transgressions. I have lost people that have been close to me and I hope that you are able to keep them safely in your kingdom. I do not know when that day will arrive when I release my final breath, but I look forward to it if only to reunite with my loved ones. Thank you, God, for saving my life in at a time of depression and defeat and for lifting my spirits. You are the reason I am here today. You are the reason for my God-given purpose in what I know how to do best. In you, Lord, I trust. Please keep my family safe in your arms and continue to watch over me and bless me in my life. Amen.

He motioned the sign of the cross and slowly stood up, looking at the figure that he considers to be his savior. Slowly, the man pulls back the hood and his face is revealed for the first time.

It is Kain. The King Of Kings. A man who left SCW behind to spend time with his family, knowing that he had already accomplished everything he had set out to do. A Hall Of Farmer. Former champion on multiple occasions. He has destroyed opponents in his careers and endured defeats of his own. But the one thing that never wavered was his confidence. Confidence in the belief that he remained as strong as ever. Mentally. Spiritually. Emotionally. The years may have changed his thinking, as he grew older and wiser. But the passion for fighting was never extinguished. It was not like you could pour water over the flames, for his passion intensified with each fight that came after his days in the SCW.

After his departure from SCW, he traveled all over the world, seeking out opponents that would potentially give him a challenge. His skills remained sharp, his intelligence increased, and his confidence is on a whole new level. Of course, some fights weren't exactly challenging to him. Kain defeated his opponents without much of a second thought. Others tried to put up a decent fight. In the end, they were no match for him and his greatness. Over time, he regained his throne in the world of MMA once again. Multiple championships won. A lot of money made. He thought that he had it all, especially the family that he kept near and dear to his heart.

Until the pandemic of the coronavirus came sharply into view.

The pandemic changed many things for everyone, Kain especially. No one wanted to fight. No one wanted to leave their homes to witness the fights. Kain was stuck at home with his kids and his wife. Not that he had a problem with it. He wanted to keep his family safe after all. But even when told to wash the hands, keep a mask covering on, and only having to go out when it was absolutely necessary, it still wasn't enough to save them. His wife and his children succumbed to the efforts of COVID-19 and passed away. It was a very troubling time for the hero, as he was unsure as to why he was spared from this devastating tragedy. He kept on questioning his purpose in life at the time. Why was it that his family was taken him and he was kept alive? Why he was stripped of the one thing in his life that he valued the most? The answers weren't given to him overnight, nor were they given to him anytime soon after that.

A lot of people would have thought that Kain would have crossed over to the dark side, putting himself in a place of drinking and drugs to subdue his reality, not wanting to confront it. But he knew better. He saw himself as a man that would get out of that funk someday and get things back on track. He grieved for a long time, but he used his anger and frustration on his training during the pandemic and read a lot of books, including the Bible. The Bible was given to him by a trusted associate of his and he read it from top to bottom. It was the one aspect of his life that saved him from going down even a darker path. Now Kain is a reformed man, transformed into a fighter that is better for it. In time, Kain accepted the deaths of his family, but it will always be a constant pain that will strike at the heart when it so chooses.

Why has the man returned to SCW after so long? What is his true goal?

The former champion of multiple divisions turned away and walked through the middle, his eyes steady and confident. He removed his white robe as he continued to walk, grabbing a black gym bag that was sitting silently on the floor next to the third row of the church seats and putting the white robe into it. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, Kain arrived at the entrance doors and pushed it through.

The night welcomed him with voices as they walked by. The camera remained focused on him as he turned to the left and walked down the streets, his head bowed, his eyes lowered as he was thinking about the next challenges in his life.

He knew that he would be returning for quite sometime, but just wasn't sure when. It was only when Christain Underwood gave him a call, suddenly out of the blue, and asked him if he was interested in participating in the Blast In the Past tournament that his eyes lit up with curiously. He smiled, thinking of the pain and destruction he was about to cause against his future opponents. It is a once in a lifetime opportunity to go back home to the place that had made him even more famous than before. If he could defeat his first opponents in the ring and move on to the next ring, he will be granted a shot at the World Title.

He scoffed and chuckled to himself. It doesn't matter who has the World Title. They will be his to slaughter once the chance arises. The competition doesn't matter to him. He's a new man, keeping the abilities that had once made him famous while being taught new tricks. After all, he didn't just travel around the globe to fight. He learned from the masters in styles that he never knew, along with lessons that he kept to his day. He looks forward to showing the world what he can do again. Now that Christain and Mark had extended this opportunity to the legend, Kain looks forward to the battles ahead.

Suddenly, a loud noise broke his reverie and he looked up to see a reporter.

Rocky Mountains: Kain! Do you have a moment with me for an interview? The whole world is waiting to hear from you!

At first, Kain couldn't picture the girl. Where had she come from? She was standing in front of the SCW building. He remembered now. SCW was so famous that it has eyes and ears everywhere, including offices that could keep track of their talent wherever they went. He also remembered the girl standing in the distance. Rocky Mountains. Wearing a black dress with some golden necklaces hanging around her neck, she beamed at him with excitement as he drew closer to her. He was hoping to get some alone time when he headed back to his hotel, but that will have to wait.

He wasn't happy seeing her, of course. He didn't want to be disturbed.

But he was a man of mystery and the world was entitled to some answers. Why the heck not?

He silently approached her, his gaze steady, his eyes shining with confidence. Wearing black pants with a black shirt that simply said "God is Good, Kain stood there and waited patiently as she began her speech to the former champion.

Rocky Mountains: Kain, it has been a long time since you have been a part of SCW News of your return spread like wildfire and everyone is excited to see what you can do. But why now? Why did you decide to return

She looked at him questioningly. He smirked and shrugged his shoulders.

Kain: It has been a long time since I've been here, but you're right. I'm back. I made a deal with Christian Underwood to make an appearance for Blast Of The Past. But I'm not here to relive memories or old times. I'm here to wreck havoc in a way that no one has ever done before and I could care less who the hell the World Champion is. Let it be known that I am gunning for that specific wrestler. It doesn't matter if it's Michael Harris, Mac Bone, even Mark or Christian themselves. Any man that stands in my way of new conquests and glories will live to regret the actions they chose against me and to remember just how deadly and skilled I was before and will find out soon enough that I'm not a man with the same tricks up his sleeve.

Rocky Mountains: So that is your true goal? The World Heavyweight title?

The former champion nodded as the cameras got a look at him. He took off his shirt momentarily and it revealed the man at his peak condition. Six-packed abs, more defined muscle everywhere. Some people made rumors that he had gone out of shape and did not work out. But those rumors have been destroyed now. Kain is still in the best condition of his life. Mentally. Spiritually.
Emotionally. A man of greater confidence than before while remaining humble and graceful, traits that some people do not currently exhibit.

Kain: Do you see my body? It is in peak form. Granted, I've been injured and hurt, but I'm not one to give up. For every fight after SCW strengthened me, even when some battles were not particularly fun or exciting to participate in. But I kept honing my skills over the years in every facet of my life. I'm much stronger, more determined than ever to come back to SCW and win the whole thing. I don't care who has the belt. None of them will have a chance in figuring me out and attempting to destroy me. I'm still the King Of Kings, Rocky, but I'm far much more than that. Soon, that entire locker room will find out that Kain is not a man to be messed with. I look forward to making that fact painfully clear to the rest of the world very soon.

Rocky Mountains: Clearly you've showed us to be man of determination and confidence, but how do you feel about the first match you are going to have

Kain looks off in the distance, thinking about the card. It tums out that he was selected to be a part of a mixed-tag team match with this new cat, Eiley, as his partner, as he is going against Devona and J2H. When he leamed about it from the card that was presented to him on the TV as he was working out, it only his blood boil. Not in a good way. Nothing exciting about this match to him.

He doesn't believe he will be sweating too much over those two challengers. Getting angry now, he faces Rocky Mountains and shakes his head in disappointment.I

Kain: I'm not going to be underestimating them. Like any fight, it won't be an exact walk in the park. But I'm not too bothered by it either. I mean, I'm not stressed. It's not causing me to go into a corner, put myself in a fetal position, and cry about it all night. No. In fact, it's just going to be another day at the office. As good as these two think they are, as good as their accomplishments may be, I find the whole situation to be banal. These two opponents are at the wrong place and at the wrong time, Rocky. Nothing personal. It's all business. And my business is to put them in their place and move on to the next obstacle that stands in my way. After that, they'll be two wrestlers that are nothing. more but a part of his storied history to be forgotten in the past, a part of my rear view mirror as I drive away from the camage and destruction that I authored in my wake. After that, the lesson that I give them will be obvious - do not fuck with a man that has nothing to lose. He's the wild card in this game, unpredictable, not knowing what will happen next. And that scares people like Devona or J2H, who don't have a clue about me or what I have been up to. They just think they do. But they really don't.But once they see the light after I annihilate them, nothing will ever be the same for them again

Rocky Mountains: You do know that J2H already cut a promo on you?

His reaction surprised her, as he laughed abruptly for a little bit. The camera caught his sneer at the end as he turned to face the camera.

Kain: That brainless oaf? I'lI answer him on my own time and in my own way. I'm not too concerned about his veiled, empty threats or the promises that he intends to claim he will keep when he faces me. He doesn't phase me in the slightest, Rocky. As for Devona, I know little about her, but that's because I'm not part of the Women's division, so I shouldn't have any reason to confront her. But I'm not going to underestimate her either. That's where Eiley comes into the picture. She will handle her business with Devona while I take care of J2H. And if all that fails, I have backup.

: Rocky Mountains: What backup are you referring to, Kain?

The former champion simply grinned in response.

Kain: All in due time, Rocky. I'm a man of mystery, but I will say this. I am a man reborn. God has helped me on the path of enlightenment. He has given me the correct tools and resources to carry out my path in life. Nothing in the world can stop me and at the upcoming Climax Control, I will prove that fact to be an actual reality.

Without warning, a loud vibration erupts from the left pocket of his black pants. Excusing himselt momentary, he takes out hus uphone 14 Pro and answers the calls. His eyes are looking off into the distance as he answers fast, the conversation not too long in the making. After saying his farewells, he releases the call, shoves the phone back into his pocket, then turns back to Rocky.

Kain: I apologize, Rocky, but I must cut this short. Since my return at SCW, I still have a lot of preparation and gym training that I need to do to keep me focused and ready for the combat ahead. Plus, more business opportunities have arisen and I have to make sure that it is swiftly taken care of before I step into the ring with my temporary partner and challengers. I will also tell you, Rocky, that since my return made headlines, there have been renewed interest in me. I'll be making more money and creating a life that I never dreamed of. What I've done for so many years was just the beginning. This is a new chapter for me and I'm ready to embrace all the possibilities while remain grateful every day. But at the same time, don't think that I've changed completely - the old Kain that hungers for blood and violence is still here. That's never, EVER, going to go away. Until next time, Rocky, have a pleasant night ahead.

The former champion of SCW walked away from the camera crew and Rocky. The camera that was initially shown continues to follow the legend as he bows his head in prayer, quietly talking to himself as he crosses a few blocks in the city Barbados. He fades slowly into the night as the camera could no longer see him. As the camera points to the starry skies and moon that is shining in the heavens, the screen fades away.

* * * *

 A Non-Title match? Unbelievable!

Sitting in his private office at headquarters located in sunny Los Angeles, California, the King Of Kings couldn't help but scowl in rage. Dressed in business attire, he couldn't help but shake his head.

He knew it would come to this. The top-mega rockstar in all facets in life, from his concert and album sales and merchandise sales, now has a date with destiny. He knew that Fenris called him out publicly, but didn't have the time to answer.

Now he does.

He gazes into the skyline that's stretching for thousand of miles, hovering over the city. Why not answer the man with his fists and feet? Why not show Fenris that he's about to get himself into the biggest fight of his life? Both are champions in their own right and both are willing to challenge each other to see who the better man is. It couldn't have come for a better time for the two. Fenris doesn't have a clue as to who he is about to deal with, title or non-title.

Perhaps this is the way the bosses wanted it? To see if Kain has what it takes to defeat a man like Fenris, to see if he was worthy of a shot at the big time? Mark and Christian aren't stupid men. They know exactly what they are doing, but just wait; he's going to shock them both. On top of that, the whole world itself will also be shocked. To sit there and think to themselves "Hmm, he could actually do it. He could beat the man that's sitting on top of the throne and maybe give himself that chance for it." On the other hand, there are also the doubters, the ones who think Kain could amount to anything in his life.

Those doubters will forever be there, but he loves shutting them up.

He smirked as he turned his attention to the card that's starting in front of him from the computer screen and slowly stood up. His concentrated eyes was brought up to the doors that opened as his secretary, James, entered the room.

They're here, sir.

The King of Kings nodded.

Another deal to be made. This will be benefitting all of us. I'm not the only one reaping the rewards. You are and so is every employee in this building and those who work with us.

Really, sir? You are a changed man. Everyone said that you weren't like this in the past.

He walked around his office and stood next to James, placing his arm around his shoulders and smiled.

Sometimes, James, a man has to lose everything in order to gain back everything. I've gone through a lot in my life in get to where I am. I am definitely a changed man. The only thing that hasn't changed is my edge. That edge will be used to defeat opponents and to give me motivation to continue on.

Who are you facing this time?

As they closed the office doors behind him and stood in the hallway, which was flooding with employees going back and forth, Kain had a serious look to him, then he looked at James.

Fenris. The man who has the main title that everyone on the roaster wants. He's going to be the biggest challenge in my career. But I'm ready now. Fenris is about to face the biggest danger in his career. First, it's going to cost him his pride, then it's going to cost him his title. It's going to shake his whole world upside down when a fighter like me takes him out of the ball game for a LONG TIME. It's time to get back to the top, James. On top of the wrestling world.

The two men nodded to each other as they continue their walk, entering into another room and Kain starts to talk to a slew of business men on a new deal as the scene fades to black.

* * * * *

Fenris.

You called me out awhile back. I had every intention of getting back to your response, but with so much going on in my life, I figured I would wait for the perfect opportunity to address you face to face, man to man.

Now is the time.

Ever since I returned to the SCW, I knew that I would be crossing swords with whoever possessed the SCW Heavyweight Championship belt.  Turns out that it is you and you're not a man to be underestimated in the slightest.  And I rather have a challenge to go up against, a man who knows no bounds, who has accepted and defeated challengers high and low, and have come very far in your career. You remain undefeated and so I give my heartfelt congrats to everything you have accomplished in your journey so far.

My respect for you stays intact...until the match starts and then ends.

Because when I'm facing you in the ring, you're about to discover, THE HARD WAY, that I'm NOTHING you've ever faced in your career. Not a single man on this roster can hold their own against you except for me. I'm going to be the one card that will prove difficult for you to adjust to in the ring. I'm very disappointed in the fact that this is a non-title match, Fenris, but I'll have to use that as extra rage and motivation to take you down for good. So I want you to consider our first encounter a preview of things to come, because I ain't holding back. And when that title match DOES happen? I'm not going to hold back again and go even further than last time, because fighting you will take EVERYTHING out of me and so much more. You're about to find out what it means to lose to someone that's BETTER THAN YOU.

Did that get your attention?

I hope so.

I don't consider myself a God nor do I shout to the heavens for assistance from a false God either. Not that I don't respect your beliefs, because I do.  You have your beliefs and philosophies to believe in and I respect it. But I'm not afraid of a mythical being. You can sit there and yell, curse, and scream in your own language and ask for assistance. But will that help you in a matter of life and death against a man who is fully in control of the situation and has no fear in his eyes? A man that's full of faith and confidence in the one thing that he believes in the most...himself? That would be me. Yes, I believe in God and in our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, but he only helps me in my journey and I let faith guide me and do the rest. How can you destroy a man of that magnitude Fenris?  You can't. That's going to destroy your confidence and it's going to shake up your world.  You are going to find out EXACTLY how much trouble you're in when we encounter each other next time. This is a preview, Fenris.

A preview.

A preview of another battle yet to come in the future. That time, the title will be in your hands for now, but I want this match to serve as a powerful reminder that I'm the only one that is courageous enough to confront the great Fenris and take him out of the picture for the SCW Heavyweight championship. Mark my words, Fenris, I'm not going away anytime soon. I'm not going to be fall so easily. You and I are going to battle with our own two feet and hands. I guess we are similar in that, aren't we? Both of us are legitimate MMA fighters that rely on our bodies to complete the job. But I'm better than you. I'm stronger than you. I'm faster than you.

You won't believe me now. That's fine. I'll let my actions in the ring do all the talking, because at the end of the night, Fenris is about to discover who and what Kain is. I have redeemed myself and am now a greatest success than ever before. A two-time Mixed Tag-Team champion, a Grand Slam champion, Hall Of Famer, and soon to be SCW Heavyweight champion in the near future. Are you prepared for that future? With you gone from the picture and me with the belt in my hands?

You're not and that scares you a lot, doesn't it?

I thought so.

You're a good man and a good fighter. I'll give you that. But after Climax Control, you'll need more than yourself and a God to aid you. More than that when it comes to facing a King like me, Fenris. More than that....

For I am Kain....THE KING OF KINGS!!!!!!!!!!!

And I.....HAVE SPOKEN!!!!!!!!!!!

 Kain appears from out of nowhere, dressed in his wrestling gear, adjusting the belt on his shoulder as he smirks at the camera and then lets out a short chuckle.

"Kain And Mercedes Vargas will have no idea what hit them."

Am I supposed to be taking this empty, vague threat seriously?

I found myself laughing when I hear people speak like this. I was reminded of a video game, back in the days of my youth, with three robots standing around a large, crystal orb, watching a blue robot walking and trying to plan some nefarious plot to destroy him. Of course, it fails on them. I expect the same to happen here. You can try to keep us on our eyes by throwing us either an old or new opponent, but nothing in the world can' terrify us.

I mean, this probably has to be worst attempt at psychological warfare I've ever seen! As far as the "Freebird" rule is concerned, I don't know why guys feel you have to the right to be applied to you too. Not all groups can act like this and use the rule to their advantage. It doesn't work that way. That being said, I don't care who you idiots decide to chose, because it's going to be nothing more but a pile of embarrassment for you to deal with after it's all said and done.

Let's take a moment to figure this out. You watched the end result and it should have given you a clue as to how your downfall shall be realized. Instead, it's like watching a couple of guys commenting about a football game and then saying that their team, the winning team, is going to prove themselves out of nowhere. I'm sorry? Are you trying to copy OUR success now? Kain and Mercedes Vargas, The Grand Slam Champions, made a difference because we finally nailed the magic and the two of us are now champions because we are IN SYNC with each other and we know how to handle the tough situation that's placed before us. So you can sit there and nag at us and say crap like "That's the advantage we have. They don't know us, so once we show up, it's all over for them." Bullshit. Do you know how many times my enemies from tried that stunt? Guess what, I still kicked their asses and showed them who was boss. So you can sit there and boast all you want. It's not going to get the job done. After Climax Control, I'm going to celebrate with Mercedes and show the whole world that neither of us are going to walk away from this for a long time. These titles are ours and that opportunity you keep talking about?

It's going to get squashed.

It's going to get crushed.

And with it, all of your dreams will fade away into the dust. So come on, "Metal Maniacs", come out of the shadows and fight like bold fighters or start scurrying back into your holes like the worthless rats that you are.

For I am Kain....THE KING OF KINGS!!!!!!!

And I....HAVE SPOKEN!!!!!!!!

 The elevator opens and Kain's face is first seen. He walks confidently in a long hallway as people are going left and right, passing him.

Employees, from the looks of it.

His employees.

The head of his own empire, King Industries, it's now turning into a billionaire business that has made him one of the richest men in the world, selling out figures, toys, books, anything and everything they can of The King Of Kings. He's far stronger than he was before, brought to his mental and physical peak.

He continues to fight in legitimate tournaments all over the world, securing both wins and championships that have made him a household. But he yearns for SCW, a time and place that meant something to happen, even when Goth fired him from AWA all those years ago.

His family...

As he entered his office, which was glowing with plaques all over the office, he noticed a small item on his desk. It was a white envelope.

Walking around his desk, he sits down. He glances at this envelope for a few moments, then picks it up in his hand and tears it up.

He reads the letter contained within, along with what seems like to be a huge paycheck, an incentive of sorts.

As the camera pans on him and his gold suit, he nods and grins, finally getting another chance to be back at the one place where it started for him.

* * *

I'm glad to see SCW back.

It made me more than pleased.

That being said, when the owners of SCW asked me back for another match since that stellar occasion, I couldn't resisit the  opportunity. I mean, who couldn't? Here is the one place that everything happened for a guy like me, the King of Kings.

And for this one-time appearance, I'M BACK!

Now, I don't know about the jorueny ahead. I figured that my presence alone would be making the company millions of dollars and I'll be awarded the checks and the glory after it's all said and done. Screw everyone else involved in my past, present, or future, because I'm the best fighter in the world, THE MOST COMPLETE FIGHTER IN THE WORLD!

And my journey towards the top, at least for the moment, starts now.

Now, I'm glad to be a part of this mixed-match competition, Blast From The Past. And to be teaming up with Mercedes Vargas? Fine by me. It's an honor, truly, but I'll handle Jon Dough as best as I can, while Kira Phoenix is being destroyed by Mercedes. And when we blast through those two opponents and send back to the dust whence they came, we're going to be sending a message to the ENTIRE SCW lockerooom.

And for anyone to underestimate me? Think again.

Don't.

Don't even think about underestimating me. Because I'm going to come at you with everything that I have. You honestly think that I have ring rust? No way. I still continue to train this body of mine and keep it at tip-top shape, at my most mental and physical peak. Nothing you do will surprise me and nothing you do will faze me either. After all, you are talking about a man that survived through the streets of London against one of the bosses and lived to tell the tale. You are talking about a guy who went into some of the dangerous matches ever conceived and made it out alive. I'm the best in the world.

And I'm going to enjoy proving that with each punch and kick I throw in your face. And I still have some new tricks up my sleeve that I can't wait to show.

The Blast Of The Past is coming soon. I look forward to battle, to conquering my current opponents, and to walk out of there with the win and the next step to my goal.

For I am Kain...THE KING OF KINGS!!!!

And I...HAVE SPOKEN!!!!!!

 Even though I was recuperating from my injuries, nothing but revenge entered my mind and it stayed there, even when I was watching the kids.

The score between Rage and I is far from finished and I hated the fact that Steve Ramone took my glory and thunder with the beatdown he gave to Rage. It doesn’t matter though - it was NOTHING compared to what I have in store for the worthless bastard.

But of course, I had other things to worry about. Specifically, a guy named Connor Murpjhy, a man that SCW unfortunately had to book me against for the week. It’s not going to be a pleasant night for that man. He’s essentially at the wrong place, wrong time. Basically, my next victim. I’m looking forward to taking all of his teeth and shoving them down his throat!

Who in the hell think SCW is anyway? Don’t they know of my GLORIOUS accomplishments? That I earned all the titles? That I became the first Grand-Slam winner of that company? Without me, they are NOTHING! I’m not just some expendable soldier that they can just easily dispose of! I’ve proven myself to be a formidable opponent and I’m even more dangerous now, because I’m THE GUY. Fuck the fans and what they say anymore! They aren’t worth my time or my patience anymore. 

That’s probably one of the main reasons why I held myself back. Not anymore. I’ve let go of those selfless rejects and have gotten aboard with a new set of ideals and beleifs, all of them centering around ME, KAIN, THE KING OF KINGS! No one should have to reject my authority and greatness from here on out. Lord Raab, Rage, Connor, Steve, any male that gets in my way will be severely punished and I WILL have my REVENGE! There’s not a damn thing that anyone do about it. Not even Mark Ward or Christain! They made a HUGE mistake when they decided to throw me lesser men that require no though or time to deal with!

Very well…

If I have to destroy EVERYONE to get what I want, so be it! No rules, no boundaries, and certainly not management will hold me back. Kain, the King Of Kings, is BACK! Steve Ramone will have his life crumbled into ashes, Rage will deal with me one last time and taste the full of my wrath! As for Connor Murphy? I’ll mess up his world badly enough for him to decide early retirement! Smart ass or not, his lights are about to get punched out!

* * *

I can’t believe he got the best of me! That son of a BITCH!

I kept on ranting and raving like a deranged lunatic as I was punching and kicking on a bag that was being held by a steel chain. I didn’t want to be disturbed, so full of anger and rage, and I could feel the eyes of everyone that was there, either working out or leaving. I didn’t care. Why would ANYONE want to do that to the King Of Kings? Instead of taking the punishment I gave him and respected me for it, HE HAD TO ATTACK ME LIKE THAT? The worthless ingrate! Why is Rage even better with the Internet championship by this point any way? He doesn’t know how to represent it to the best of his abilities. I DO! No matter what, Kain is going to walk out of that fight and give him, Rage, that worthless bastard, the beating of HIS LIFE!

I was screaming like a caged tiger as I punched and kicked harder into that bag. I felt some blood on my knuckles, even though they were wrapped up in tape. I didn’t care. The extent of my anger was unleashed to the point of where I stepped back, yelled out my amazing battle cry, rushed forward, and landed the hardest Quickening I could possibly do. Not only did I move that bag backwards, I also broke off the chain and it went flying into the wall, landing with a huge thud. 

Breathing hard for a few moments, I allowed myself to be calm. Couldn’t help but smirk though…it’s the kind of message that I wanted all of my opponents to see, since there are cameras from SCW here, along with some others witnessing the whole thing. Grabbing a towel from a nearby handle, I calmly walked away, the blood drained from my face, and acted like nothing ever happened. Meanwhile, the rest of the patrons inside the gym were a bit too shocked and couldn’t say a word to me. It’s going to take time for people to see me in this state of mind, a possibly insane lunatic that thinks that God should drop everything at the dime of a bat and give him EVERYTHING he feels like he owns!

As I neared the exit to the gym, an old man with long, gray hair and a wrinkled face backed away from me, looking completely scared.

Kain: Why are you looking at me like that, old man? GET OUT OF MY WAY!!!!

The old man jumped very high and ran off, screaming. I chuckled like an evil villain that you would hear from a Disney movie and was about to exit the stage when I caught sight of a woman. It was Rocky Mountains, one of the backstage reporters from SCW. My face frowned and I growled like a grizzly bear as I approached her, then walked off to the side and entered the men’s locker room. She wasn’t a bit too happy with that, but decided to wait. I gave myself at least ten minutes to quickly shower and dress back up in my regular clothes before stepping out. 

I saw her and tried to walk by this woman.

This time, she blocked me. Bad move.

Kain: What do you want?

Rocky: Why are you acting like that to these people?

I smirked once more.

Kain: You mean like with the old man? That was a lot of fun. People need to see me at my darkest, not at my lightest!

I laughed, which surprised Rocky Mountains, but she waited for me to calm down. Eventually, I did and shook my head.

Kain: You’re here for an interview, I take it? Walk with me then, but do try to catch up.

Without waiting for a response, I walked past her, with my black bag in hand, and started going down the steps that lead to the door, then exited the place. She rushed to my side and we talked at a fast pace, to my car that was waiting for me.

Rocky: So you know that you are scheduled to take on Chris Shipman and his partner, Despayre, right?

I simply nodded, my eyes kept looking ahead. It was very late, but I’m still wide-awake and don’t feel like going back home yet. Maybe I should party and get wild? Do something new I haven’t done in ages!

Rocky: So do you have any thoughts in the world about that match right now?

I finally stopped and turned to face her, looking at her with eyes that were dead-set looking at her and very serious.

Kain: Why should I care? Chris Shipman and Despayre are nothing to be concerned with! I’ll do whatever it takes to win and since I don’t have to be a total loser in front of the fans and pull a show for them anymore, I’m free to express what I really want, what I really need! And right now, with all that Rage is putting me through, the only thing that I seek is violence and victory. Violence to get all my anger out and victory to show that I am back in full-force and NOTHING, Rocky, is going to ever stop me again. And if you’re going to ask about that runt, Casey Williams, right? I assure you, Casey is the weak link between the two of us and it looks like he will be nothing but a monkey on my back. What a shame. He better do his job or I’ll end him right then and there!

Nodding with satisfaction, I turned away from her and continued to walk back towards my car as Rocky struggles to catch up with me. I started pointing out to all the buildings.

Kain You see I care more for my family than anything else in the world  that what drives me to be this complete badass I have to work my tail to the bone each and every day to provide for my family Not that I dont have to do that anymore; I’m set for life and I’m more than just a millionaire by this point. But it’s my motivation to do the job I was born to do. But when you see these buildings, outside? I feel like I have a right to sometimes go out at night and enjoy myself to the point of where I can forget about family for at time and escape from everything. Not that I would become a complete drunk - I can’t do that. It’s against my beliefs and my faith. But I feel like going wild every now and then and that’s what I plan on doing. See, that’s the difference between the old and new Alex. The old Alex would have played it completely safe. The new Alex, on the other hand, still plays it safe, but now lays time aside for himself and to do what he wants and what he pleases! So when I step into that ring, NOTHING is going to stop me from doing what I love and what I will continue to do. And that’s kicking ass and taking names like no one has ever done before! Now, you ignorant lady, if you will excuse me, I wish to enjoy myself for the next couple of hours.

Pushing the camera away, I left Rocky behind as I pushed through the stoic, wooden doors that lead me into a famous bar called “Green Dot Stables” and disappeared through the crowd, already mingling with them as the scene slowly fades to black.

* * *

When I take a look at the card, I expect to see my name as the main event of the whole federation EACH AND EVERY TIME! Instead, imagine my shock and disappointed when I’m hooked up with a couple of losers in a brawl to the finish. Another day at the office? More like the playground! How am I suppose to keep my skills sharp against a couple of madmen that serve no purpose for me other to than get their asses kicked? To make matters worse, I have to deal with a forgettable tool by my side. Not that I would want his worthless aid any way - I kicked Casey Williams’s ass from Hell to back and he’s nothing more but a fool that deserves to be kicked around hard like a soccer ball! I’ll get to Steve Ramone and Rage another time, because their time in this place is growing short and I’ll deal with them in my own way on my own terms. For now, I have to utilize my amazing powers of intellect and wit to downplay these ghouls and instill fear the only way I know how to!

Chris Shipman, exactly who do you think you are? You’re telling me about this crap about how sad and miserable I am and how you’re not honored to face me? Give me a fucking break! I don’t care about your ridiculous sob story! Fact is, you should be damn honored to face a living legend like me! Yes, I know about you and your exploits back in the Asylum Wrestling Alliance. I’m aware of how tough and dangerous you are, but to be quite honest with you? I’m not scared, I’m not quaking in my boots! You’re nothing but easy prey for me to destroy! Why do you persist in your rants of lunacy? Why do you believe, THIS MUCH, that you can defeat me? Just because some evil spirit from above granted you the gift to teach me? You worthless man! I don’t need to be taught. I’ve been through Hell and back. I’ve fought the ugliest wars out there and I’m the one surviving! I’m the one still kicking ass and breathing fire like a dragon! Nothing you can say or do against me will faze me, Shipman. You claim to be undefeated, at least in tag-team competition? Imagine for a second, Shipman, the pain, suffering, and agony I’m about to put you and your buddy Despayre through. I’m going to show you what REAL PAIN is like. You’ve never faced anyone like me until now. It’s time that you step into MY CLASSROOM, take out a notebook and pen, then to listen and feel, all attentively of course, what I’m about to teach you. Then you’re going to fall and I’ll be the one heading to Summer XXXtreme with every intention of winning, while you will be crushed and you will lose. Mark my words, Shipman, your words only caused me to be angered and now, you’re about to feel my wrath. You’re not a man to be afraid of….I AM A MAN TO BE AFRAID OF! It’s time you know your place…then step aside as the real deal walks through and claims all the glory to himself! I hope you’re ready to suffer!

As for your partner, Despayre, all I know is that you are connected to Rage and that you’re a tough competitor. But you and Chris are similar to each other in the sense that I know that I’m going to be walking into that ring and earning an EASY VICTORY. You understand me? I’m the greatest thing to ever happen in this business, man. For all your vast accomplishments and major fights you’ve had in the past, it doesn’t compare here. On a boat cruise of sorts, you and I are about to tangle for a victory. But I want more than victory. I want pain. I want suffering. I want destruction. You and Chris Shipman are merely objects that deserved to be pushed out of the way or perhaps mowed down. That’s how EASY this situation is going to be. Underestimating you, however, would be a tragic mistake for me to commit, so I know better. I know that you aren’t going to take it easy on me. But believe me, pal, I won’t be taking it easy on you either. My fists, my feets, my power, my intelligence…it will all be too much for you to try and decipher in the slaughter that’s about to commence. That’s not my problem, Despayre, that’s your problem and yours alone to deal with. Rage can make you cry on his shoulder, maybe kiss you on the head, and tell you that everything is going to be OK, but it won’t matter. And maybe your boys in that circle will offer you support, encouragement, but really, it’s all just a bunch of bullshit. Know why I’m a lone wolf, Despayre? It’s because I don’t need anyone’s help. I fight on my own and I deal with matters on my own terms. Do you really expect to just be poked with the Finger Of Doom, lie down on the mat, and let you win THAT EASILY? What kind of a deluded fool do you think I am? I’m not one to be messed with and I’m going to enjoy every second of pain and suffering I plan on inflicting against you. This is nothing personal, just business. But the fact is, you hanging out with freaks like Rage and Synn make me sick to the core. You’re not a man, you’re a coward with “friends” and I’m going to do what I do best inside that ring. I’m going to kick your asses. I’m going to take out every teeth that’s in your mouth, then shove them down your throat! I’m going to break your legs, crush your ribs, maybe even break your back and paralyze you for life! That’s how dangerous I am! I know all the tricks and trade of the rules. No need for teaching me! So prepare yourself, man, for the biggest life of your life! As far as I’m concerned, you both lost the moment the match begins! I’m looking forward to the collision and coming out of the battlefield alive! I’m not holding back anymore. I’m bringing EVERYTHING I got to the table and so much more! I’m ruthless and determined to get it done, even if it means breaking the rules! You can’t do that, can you? Of course not! So get ready for the fight of your life…actually, no, I take that back. Get ready for the worst beating of your life and be thankful you’ve been humbled by a GOD at the end of the night!

For I am Kain….

The King Of Kings….



And I…..HAVE SPOKEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 Alex Grayson stepped out of the warm mansion in black sweatpants and a gray hoodie, complete with Nike shoes and white socks. His face lifted to gaze at the sun greeting him in the early dawn and the wind was cool and breezy, a welcoming feeling. For once, he would be able to step away from his home and gather his own thoughts without any typical distractions. He needed to focus on this week. This week was different. He was encountering a man that had slew him not too long ago and has gained the right to challenge him for a championship opportunity.

Lord Raab.

Of course, Alex would never give him the satisfaction of calling anyone "Lord", especially to that monstrous creature.

Gliding down the steps, his feet landed on the concrete of the little road that leads into their garage and takes a right, running on the side, shadowboxing with his fists. Keeping his breathing in check, his mind is focused on the life that he is meant to live. He's meant to live in an environment that tests his skills on an everyday basis. True, he loves being a father to his four kids and a husband to the most beautiful woman in the world. At the same time, though, the urge to leave that plane of existence and return to his own comfort zone has been an overwhelming feeling for him. What was a man of his stature to do?

In his mind, he replayed the conversation that his wife had with one of the reporters of the Sin City Wrestling organization. She admitted to that person of her fear, yet chose to stay with Alex, because she knew that everything would be alright in the end. There's absolutely no way that he could simply abandon his wife and his children in their time of need. After all, the last argument exploded into something depressing, leaving a void that cannot be replaced by any superficial means. And they've been together for quite a long time. Why stop now? To pursue a career that could eventually destroy him in the end? It's a inner conflict that he's been in combat with for not just a few weeks, but a few months. Even though his children give him the satisfaction of being a parent and his wife giving him the love, support, and comfort that he needs after a long battle, he feels like running away from the responsibility. Put himself into more greed and power, become the monster that he allowed himself to be after his parents died in tragic circumstances.  Get rid of the human, emotional feelings that remain deep inside him and LET IT GO!

The mind continued to wrestle with his indecision as he entered the main part of his own home, Detroit, Illinois. A busy place filled with people, large skyscrapers, locomotion, and all sorts of life blooming, he ran on the sidewalks, stopping only for the cars to pass before the green light was given to cross. Even though he covered himself nicely, people could still make out his face. They pointed at him, calling out his name, either cheering or booing him. Although he acknowledged the attention with perceptible nods every now and then, his eyes stay lowered to the ground, his breathing still rapid as he continued to shadowbox. He was headed to a destination that's not far from the mansion and requires running at least thirteen blocks through the city. The cemetery wasn't the place he was thinking of, but rather a tree that's stationed at the top of a cliff overlooking the city. He found it to be a peaceful place where he could sit down and meditate for awhile on his troubles. His wife knew about the spot, of course, he had taken her there several times when he first started dating all those years ago. He couldn't help but smile at that image now, thinking how great it was for him to escape some of the troubles that haunt his realities of today. The crowd continues to cheer him on as he passes by small markets, alleyways, and buildings that were made to serve a purpose, such as shopping or apartments. He couldn't believe his luck - to be born in a beautiful city like this? A dream. But Alex's dreams extended far beyond what he imagined when he was a young boy.

It took some time, but he found himself on a road that lead upwards to the tree. He started up the road as he was taking steps, two at a time. The road was windy and filled with twists and turns, but he was able to navigate through the trail and reach the tree within moments. He stared at the sight of the tree. It was a large, tall oak tree that has been standing there for many decades and it could shield his eyes from the sun. A huge smile came across his face and he knew that he was in heaven, at least for the time being. Taking his place beneath the tree, he sat himself down, cross-legged, his eyes scanning the large, daunting city, his thoughts scattered at first.  Many times, Alex would use this place to gather his thoughts and concentrate hard on the things that bothered him the most. The battle within himself must be shut away for the time being, putting his focus all on the match that awaits him. True, he was successful in taking away both Sean and Simon's chances of becoming the SCW Heavyweight championship. But there is Raab to deal with and he won't be an easy combatant to deal with. The responsibility of that loss lies solely with him. If he were to turn things around and emerge victorious this time, there would be no turning back. Thinking of his conflict for a moment, he came upon an answer that would make him who he is without his duties interfering with his wife and children. To become the monster within the ring, with the sole mission to harm his opponents and to put them into submission without any feeling or emotional attachment involved. Raab must be dealt with in a fashion that will be just as brutal and devastating as his opponent can be. Of course, Sean's interference may have inadvertently gave him the win, but again, it was his own doing that allowed Raab to win.

This time, there would be no games being played with this man. The SCW Heavyweight championship is on the line and Alex, as Kain, has no choice but to put everything on the line in order to prove himself once again. People will be doubting him, of course; they always will find a reason to hate the man and the position that he's in. But once Raab is successfully defeated and put in his place, it would show the world that he can fend off challengers easily. More to the point, it could show that there is a different side of Kain all along. It's been there all along, really, but people haven't seen exactly HOW violent he can be. Sure, previous matches in the past have proven his brutality to be a sight to behold, but maybe with this match, Alex can finally unleash the beast and surprise Raab with the newfound rage that he has found within his heart.  In this arena, Alex can do so without harming the innocent. And there it was - the answer that would solve everything for him. He will still the father and husband that he always wanted to be, but he must let go of any attachment to anyone when he's conducting business inside the Sin City Wrestling organization. He must be just as cruel and callous as he's always been inside the ring. Maybe that's why he lost to Raab in the first place - he felt a certain connection to the fans and was fighting for them. Oh, he will still fight for them, he supposed. But he will have to hide it and continue to fight for the one person that he always stood by - HIMSELF. After all, he's the biggest badass and nobody in the world could match him in terms of his skill and speed. Raab may have won the first content, a minor skirmish, if you will. But this is a war and Alex must put aside those fragile emotions that his parents gave him. He must become the monster that he has proven himself to be time and time again. If he can successfully complete that journey and make it out of the war alive and with the belt intact, his job would be done with great success.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang, causing him to snap out of his reverie. He reached deep inside his gray sweatshirt and pulled out the latest IPhone, answering the call and placing the phone next to his ear.

Kain: Hey sweetheart, what's up?

Ariel: I'm guessing you are at our favorite spot?

Kain: Yeah, where else?

Ariel: Look behind you.

Alex turned around briefly and saw Lisa standing there. She smiled that dazzling smile of hers and continued to approach him. She was wearing a green shirt with blue shorts, her hair tied back. At first, confusion set in. Who was watching the kids right now? Before he could even ask the question, she silenced him with a single finger to his lips.

Ariel: Don't worry, I waited until the maid arrived and told her that I would be away for a bit. Truth is, I wanted to see you for awhile.

Taking his hand, she took him back to the tree and they both sat down underneath the same spot he was in originally. Lisa took a quick glance at the camera that was positioned behind the couple and made a hand motion, indicating that they wish to be by themselves. The camera obeyed her command silently and withdrew from the area and looked high to the sky instead, the sun slowing rising above them as the scene faded to black.

* * *

You know, Raab, you got the best of me. That's one for the score card, I suppose. That's on me.

This time, I'm afraid that won't be possible for the second time around.

I've came to the conclusion that I must win this fight through another kind of means. I'm not talking about brute strength or sheer intellect. No. In order to eliminate the grave threat that you pose before me, I must become a different kind of entity. It is the only way that I can stake my claim in the SCW Heavyweight championship once again. My dream, Raab. And you won't be taking away my dream anytime soon.

From the gist of your last conversation with me, you spoke a lot of things to me. The only thing out of your pathetic rambling that made the most sense was your chase of the Violence championship. I counter that by telling you that you should never have to worry about it, because the glory of it all begins with the Heavyweight champion. Think of it, Raab. You could finally get something FAR MUCH bigger than anything you've ever obtained in your entire life.

But the task in itself is not going to be an easy one to finish from the beginning. You're going against me and I've taken account of the lessons that I've learned from our previous encounter. Do you think history will be repeating itself? I wouldn't count on it. I've made it my business to secure the SCW Heavyweight championship at any cost, Raab. You may be big, strong, and powerful. But I'm smaller, faster, quicker, and dare I say it? Stronger than you'll ever be in your lifetime. I suppose my biggest problem from our last match was that I felt a sense of attachment to the outside world and was merely fighting for them. I still do, but I think the results will be quite different when I deactivate that long of kinship for the fans that watch our shows and put those heartfelt emotions aside. From that knowledge comes the realization that I must focus all my energies on the hatred and suffering of a man that stands in my way of conquest and glory yet again. Maybe that's what the fans wanted to see all this time, Raab? They wanted to see a creature of pure destruction that can easily create chaos all over the world and not feel an ounce of remorse from it. Some wrestlers have earned my respect, but not all of them. You? Only in the sense that you defeated me fair and square. Beyond that? Nothing.

So tell me, son, is that where your confidence comes from? From defeating me? I'm going to enjoy crushing that confidence into many little pieces, Raab. It is now my time to shine and I'm the only man that's worthy enough of leading the SCW into a glorious era, where every championship win that I make is done fair and square, through pin fall, submission, or the necessary way to win in any match given to me. Last time, I failed in my objective. This time, I'm going to use that loss to my advantage and take the battle to you. There will be no time for games here, no emotional attachments to aid me. If there's one thing you had to reinforce within me, it's that sometimes cold, heartless violence is the way to go. Maybe that's why you have been such a decent brawler to contend with. Not just from me, of course, but from those that you have fought in the past. Otherwise, Mark, Chris, Eric, and other forms of management certainly see you a man capable of getting somewhere around here. But exactly how far can that violence go? Will you be able to unleash more than what you can possibly give, especially if the biggest title there is today is on the line? I have NO DOUBT you'll once again push me to the limits of my abilities, Raab, and do everything you can to take me out of the game and win the title for yourself. A dream worthy of your time...but that's what I love about me, Raab. I'm the guy that holds a hammer in his hands and smashes his opponent without a second thought and the only thing that I'll get out of it is a lot of enjoyment and a crap load of laughter that ensues shortly after! It's going to be MY pleasure, Raab, to defeat you so that my loss can be avenged and the title still continues to stay wrapped around my shoulders.

Being the SCW champion, at this point in time, means EVERYTHING to me. It's been a dream of mine that I began to accumulate inside my head since I was a child, when I first started watching those big shows that everyone talks about. WWE, WCW, TNA, ROH, the list goes on and on. I'm sure you felt the same way when you saw your dark, cruel world brightened up with those scenes dancing in your head. Unlike you, however, I've had to stay on the straight and narrow as much as I can, despite the monster that I was slowly turning into. But I found the rage eventually and used it effectively and I was successful in that endeavor alone, Raab. I'm still the one man that everyone fears in the underground circuit and YES, before you even think of ask, I still participate in those battles during my off-time. After all, not only someone has to keep up with appearances, but I also use those battles, worthless as they are to me now, as a way to keep everything that I've built within my body up to speed. But you? I consider you to be a challenge, but up to a point though. Somehow, you got the best of me back then, but when I enter the ring with you, things will bring out a drastically different result between you and me, I promise you. Forget the SCW Internet championship. Forget the guy that beat me for it. Forget everything else but the present that now haunts you and your current dilemma. I'm the one man that stands in your way, Raab. You think you have a chance in pulling off the impossible? I know you want to see it possible, because it is the promise land for you, a sense of redemption or a way out of the trouble you're in now. But make no mistake, Raab, the fight will be hard, long, and QUITE dangerous. I'm not going to be putting on kid gloves and hitting you with soft jabs. Those gloves will be taken off and every punch I throw in your face will be a reminder of the true, immortal fact that I AM The King Of Kings for a reason and I am a man NOT to be messed with, champion or not. One thing is for sure, everything that I've gone through to this point will help me in the fight ahead.

And this fight, Raab?

It's going to be AMAZING.

Now, I know that you will laugh at that, if that cold, dark heart permits you to that is. But it's going to be a fight for the ages, one that everyone will remember. You see, last time when I fought, I HELD BACK. Maybe that was my problem too. You didn't. That's why you won so easily. So it made me think - what if I can match that intensity and brutality with you, step by step? The results will be different for it, Raab. I'm a monster, just like you. No matter how hard I try to hide it from the fans, from my family, from the press, or anybody, it's always going to be there, the darkness. Every man, woman, and child will have it. Yin and Yang. Good and evil. The way I see it, everyone has a choice in what to do with it - either use that darkness for bad intentions and pay the price for it or use it in an environment that legally bounds you to do without any of the consequences at hand. That's one of the main reasons why I'm in love with professional wrestling - I can be this ultimate badass that NOBODY ELSE on the planet can be. Everything that I've done in countless gym sessions, every spar or legitimate fight that I've undertaken helps me to be this man of pure annihilation. Have some been able to rival me, maybe even beaten me once or twice? Sure. You're proof of that Raab. But I'm also the guy that can brush it off and let you know, straight up, that you can't kill me and that I'm going to ALWAYS find a way to win in ANY situation, Raab. You're going to hate me for that. Why? Because of what I'm about to do to you at this upcoming Climax Control. Epic is the word to describe our next clash.

As for the SCW Heavyweight title? I intend to keep it. And I'm going to do EVERYTHING within my power to keep it with honor and pride, but to get there, I will transform into this monster that I see myself being. You and Casey Williams are monsters of your own design, I get this. But if that's the case - why haven't you come to this point yet (or him, for that matter)? I'm only mentioning him because he calls himself that...hell, EVERYONE calls themselves that. Only a few champions have been able to hold that title for a long time because they have remain detached and emotionless. I must do the same if I am to hold onto this title for a long time. You had to be the one to teach me that everyone must have a dark side and sometimes, It's OK to get it out when necessary. Climax Control, Raab, will be one of those times. When I am finished with you, Raab, no title will be awarded to you. Only thing you will get in return is your broken pride in the end. I am the most incredible fighter out there to date. I can withstand anything you can give and I'll dish it all back TENFOLD. This monster that you unleashed? He's going to want blood and I'm going to get that more than ever. People are going to think of me differently when I'm in the ring. Not as a soft-spoken man, but a man with a hard edge to him, like a sword that cuts through butter. Can your sword cut through me easily or will it be deflected and I be given no harm? Only you can decide that, Raab. Only you can decide, for yourself, just HOW BADLY you want it, Raab.

I want the title BACK in my hands. And my goal is to destroy you completely. You will fail in your mission to get something you've been craving for in a VERY long time.

And I'll be the one emerging victorious. I will have gained my revenge, settled the score with you, and walk away from the battlefield without a second glance backwards to you.

When that is done...

What will you do then?

For I am Kain...THE KING OF KINGS!

And I....HAVE SPOKEN!!!!!!!!!!!

 The man known as Alex Grayson to a few, but known as Kain to the rest of the world, got out of his red Mustang Corvette and slammed the door behind him. He took a moment to survey his surroundings for a second with a calm expression on his face, unable to show any emotion at the moment. Before him stood a towering, black gate that led into a cemetery that was filled with graves of loved ones that died either peacefully or tragically. In his case, his parents died under tragic circumstances and were laid to rest here. It's been awhile since he visited his parents's graves, but the life of a professional wrestler does not allow this luxury. On top of that, Alex is married to a beautiful woman and has four children with her, so they are considered a priority and he has to work extra hard to get to where he needs to go and get paid top dollar for his services in the business. However, even with all that in place, Alex had to take a day for himself. His children were too young to understand what he went through and he preferred them to be happy at the moment, enjoying their lives as kids. Only his wife could ever comprehend the pain and suffering he went through and understood completely as to why he had to undertake this journey alone. In fact, he did ask his wife if she was willing to take the kids to Disneyland for the week so that he can be alone and focus on the combat ahead. Of course, she promised him that she would be at his side when Climax Control aired and that's around the corner. Meanwhile, this visit to the grave could be his last visit for a long time, for the outcome that he has been desiring for since Into The Void IV will finally come to pass. Freedom? That's gone out of the window as soon as he achieves his dream and it will happen. But he has to set the present aside and focus on the past, if only for a short while.

As the rain starts to hammer down on his face, Alex quickly turns around and grabs a gray umbrella that was tucked neatly in the passenger seat. Then he faces the iron gates once more and unfolds the umbrella, raising it over his head. He did not dress casually for this moment, for the mood and tone of the atmosphere was somber. He chose to wear a black suit, with a white button-up shirt tucked beneath the jacket with a red tie hanging silently on the top. Black business pants graced his legs while black dress shoes and white Nike socks comforted his feet with its soft touch. He stared directly ahead at the gate, then slowly walked toward the cemetery. Using his left hand, he ordered the iron gates to swing open and they obeyed his silent command as they loudly opened and swung all the way back until they stopped moving altogether. He entered the cemetery and started walking on a path that would lead straight to the top. He kept his head straight down and his eyes locked firmly on the ground, trying to concentrate on his footsteps. He didn't want to revisit this moment in a long time, especially now, but it has to be done in order to cleanse the soul and do what's right for him. His parents would want him to not be distracted by matters such as these, ones that are close to the heart, so maybe that's why the visit is important here and now. Or maybe it's the fact that he's still grieving over his parents to this day. He wasn't sure, but he would understand the purpose very shortly. Getting to their graves would be the first step to enlightenment. The rest he would have to understand along the way.

Reaching the top of the cemetery, he reached his destination; two lone graves that sat quietly with his parents's names on them - Simon and Lara Grayson. As the rain continued to drop on a steady downpour, he glanced at the view behind him. It was a splendid look on the city of Detroit,  one that he would have normally enjoyed staring at, for it reminded him of the good times that he spent in his youth before the unfortunate slaughter began. Of course, it reminded him of the bad too - of how he grew up in a place without any family nearby and found salvation in the streets where he fought and in the gyms that he trained in. But that's the way of life for him back then - all he wanted to do was get stronger and to figure out a way if fighting is legitimate enough to make a living. He shook his head at that thought for a moment. He rose through the ranks as an underground fighter when he wasn't supposed to, but he ruled those territories with an iron fist. It wasn't that he was overconfident of his abilities, but confident enough to get the job done, no matter what the odds were when it was against Alex. He knew that there would be times when his body would get broken, beaten, and scarred, but sooner or later, he would rise up to the occasion and get the wins that he felt he deserved in the end. Now, no one in the underground fighting circuit dared to challenge him or even went after his woman, for they also knew how powerful and strong she was and perfectly capable of handling herself. After all, the beatings she gave? Considered to be legendary in the circuit as well. In any case, Alex survived the tough battles laid out in front of him and came out much stronger and more determined to see things go his way as much as possible. Looking down at his parents's names, the memories swiftly came to him and he closed his eyes and let the memories run adrift in his mind, like the wind that would come and go through him on a sunny, but breezy day.

For the time that he’d known them, his parents were kind, gentle souls. In fact, they never said a bad word to anybody and would keep people’s spirits high. They were welcomed by the small community they inhabited and all loved them for their generosity and kindness. When it came to their only son, he was their only priority. Alex briefly smiled, recalling the memories that he had with them for those solid, wonderful ten years. Although he was a young kid, his parents felt to give him advice that would help him succeed in the world and they had long talks about it. When it came to just rough-housing and having a good time, they would smile and laugh often. Alex would be spending time with them separately and getting them to know them more and more about their own past and backgrounds. It was such a wonderful time...until it was all stripped away from him that one night. In that tragic moment, he would no longer see his parents and they wouldn’t be able to see the son that could have stayed in school, graduated as a valedictorian and would have gone on to do great things in a different life. But Alex was no longer that person that day. How incredible is it that life pointed him in a different direction and found himself to be a monster that had to get his rage out in some form. A healthy outlet was needed and fighting was the only way to do it, whether it was legitimate or not. Thank God for sitting down in front of the TV, every now and then, and catching a glimpse of professional wrestling. If it wasn’t for that, that dream of his wouldn’t have been built from the ground-up; to compete against other men of his division and to maybe become a world champion, to be known and respected by all. Of course, sometime later, he told his parents of that dream and they would laugh at him. They considered it to be a phase that he would get over and maybe he would change route and go with a different career, such as being a doctor or a lawyer, the kind of job that would pay for everything and get him on the right path to be independent and free. But a job that requires to fight all the day? What nonsense! His parents knew him to be better than to pursue a path like that. Unfortunately, talks in regards to his career advancement were never discussed with his parents. Now all they can do is watch their son from the heavens and do their best to guide him through some kind of approval, although Alex would never know. Maybe it was the actions of his past that caused him to visit his grave that one time and caused him to have a revelation of his life that made his parents, though dead for all eternity, approve in their own way. Today would be a short visit, but an important one nonetheless.

The rain continue to cascade gently from the dark skies below, steadily dropping on his umbrella as he knelt down in front of his parent's graves. He brushed the dirt aside a bit and quietly said a prayer that wasn’t audible to understand, closing his eyes as he does so. The words were quick, but full of hope and love, something you would never hear the man inside say to any of his opponents, unless they deserved his respect. He knew that he had to brush aside his parents and their memories with them. He had to become the relentless monster that he was once before if he were to have any chance of destroying a man that has haunted him for the last month. Truth be told, he had no choice. Sean Jackson put him in a state of anger and rage beyond anything he’s ever felt for anyone. Maybe that’s what he said in his prayer, to ask for forgiveness for what he’s about to do that night. It won’t be downright murder, for prison isn’t a likely atmosphere for him to be in anytime soon. But all he wanted to do, to that man, was to break him in every way possible, to put him out of the scene and place him in a comfortable bed, his spirits crushed and his body broken. Would his parents approve of this act? Would his parents smile down at him once more, knowing that their son finally exacted vengeance, gain a sense of justice, and finally realize the dream that has eluded him since childhood? Alex slowly nodded to himself and then cried the tears that had to come, for they would eventually be released like a flood that was released from a barrier that was finally annihilated. He could feel his hands shaking like crazy, feeling the emotions of his world finally breaking at its core and all he had to do was let it go. The man known as Alex Grayson was a mess, broken and unhappy with what’s going on even now. Crying it all out and getting it out, in front of the only two that gave him life through birth, would help him to cope with the pain that he felt after all these years. He almost dropped the umbrella, but kept himself steady as he let the tears flow for a few minutes more. Shaking his head, as if to banish the memories of his dark past, he brushed them aside with his right hand and rose to his full height. He glanced at the sky once more, thinking to himself that the current landscape was perfect for the night that was rapidly approaching. Hell is coming towards his opponent’s doorstep and he’s not going to be in the mood to be nice towards the man that had somehow eluded him with his twisted games and constant lies. He would address them all and move on like a soldier that lost so many of his comrades, but refused to give up on his mission. He had to take the fight to a man that played games within his mind and had gotten to him. The loss that he received at the hands of Mr. TNA was his own fault, but it will be an error he will correct when they faced each other once more. For now, all Alex desired was to face the man that took his world by the throat and rattled it to the bone. Never again will he allow any man to do the horrendous deeds he did. HIs parents would approve of that, of Sean Jackson’s total decimation.

He quietly said goodbye and turned away from the graves, walking down the pathway that would lead back to his red Mustang Corvette. The present was now his complete focus as his cell phone buzzed from within his suit. Keeping the umbrella still in his right hand, he flushed it out with his left phone and turned it on with a few button presses. It was a text message from his wife, asking him if he was doing okay and if he wanted to talk with her. Smiling once more as the tears finally died, he pressed a single button, you could hear ringing from his phone and somebody picked up on the other line. The conversation was long and quiet, but Alex didn’t say anything out loud for the world to hear, for his words would be kept in private. He told her of what happened with his brief visit to the cemetery and the result it produced. On the other end of the line, Lisa, the love of his life, understood her man more than anybody else on the planet and became both his best friend and confidant, offering him strength and peace with her own words. He drowned in her voice and wish it would be a world in which only the two and his children would exist and it would be in a place of peace and harmony. That’s what his mansion stood for - a place to get away from everything that was happening in the real world and to stay in comfort with the family that his wife allowed to happen and he’s in love with that family. If Sean or anyone in that place took that away from him, he was done. After exchanging final words with each other for the time being, Alex shut off his phone and finally made his way to the entrance of the cemetery. As if by an act of magic, the iron doors closed behind him and he finally reach his car. Folding the umbrella back into its original state, he threw the item back into the passenger’s seat and re-entered the car. He sat there, now thinking of the match in itself and how he has been preparing for it. Taking everything into account, he has studied Sean Jackson’s previous matches before they clashed and how he worked in the ring, including his own matches. He understood that Sean’s greatest weapon would be his mind and not his strength. If he were to win this battle once and for all, he would have to be one step ahead of his opponent. If he wasn’t, he would once again be slain by the beast that escaped his wrath and take the title with him once more. That won’t happen at Climax Control. That night would be his greatest accomplishment and after it’s all said and done, no one would ever doubt him again.

Smiling widely at that thought, he turned on the car and drove away from the cemetery as the sight turned to the skies for a brief moment before it fades away to the darkness.

* * *

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

Sean Jackson, I offer you no kind pleasantries. Instead, I offer you my rage.

Legitimate rage!

For the past month, you have been nothing but a thorn at my side. Do you really think that everything that you did was funny to you? Do you honestly believe that you could easily take me out of the game that quickly with your cowardly tactics?

The answer to both is NO!

Nothing that you have accomplished will never be recorded in history as one of the greatest comedic acts of all time and anything you’ve tried to pull against me does not destroy me that easily. I have been thinking of NOTHING but revenge ever since Into The Void IV, an event that would change your life forever and NOT in the good way either. All you did was make yourself to be a prime target to be annihilated eventually and I’m the only man, in Sin City Wrestling, to take on that challenge and complete it. Everything that you have said or did has made you to be a snake that doesn’t give a damn for anyone but himself. You put people’s lives in danger when you send them into harm’s way and you certainly have been trying, time and time again, to put me down for the count and involve yourself in business that isn’t even yours to begin with! I’ll gladly state the obvious - you’re not a man, you’re a chickenshit! You can’t even face me as a man, because YOU KNOW FOR A FACT that I am much stronger and more powerful than you will ever be in this lifetime. You do not want ANYONE messing with the gold that’s around your waist right now, so you try your best to run away, as I saw you did when you escaped my clutches and ran up the ramp like the coward that you are, Sean Jackson. For that, you are a degenerate and a weasel that has no backbone in his body!

How is anyone supposed to see you as a legitimate champion? Just because you were able to outmaneuver me in our last title defense? You worthless asshole! You put an innocent person in the ring, Sean, and you did NOTHING but wait until you had me in your hands, then struck from behind and took the gold from me. What kind of professional wrestler does that make you? NONE! If I were Mark, Christian, Erik, or even Andrew Watts, I’d be embarrassed. Fact is, you have no honor or integrity. You refuse to put up a fight, because you are SCARED. You are scared of the man that I have become and do not wish to be humiliated in front of the entire world. When that was all said and done, I came to realize that you must have been shocked and surprised as to what kind of damage I can do to anybody in the ring, Sean. You never wanted to face my wrath in one-on-one combat, so you pulled the oldest trick in the book, Sean. Your twin magic, as you called it, enabled you the success you gained that night. But you won’t be able to pull that crap around me ever again. In fact, I underestimated you twice now. This time, it won’t happen again.

And how DARE YOU try to blame it all on me! How in the world am I responsible for your petty actions? Do you really think I would stoop THAT LOW for your gain, Sean? Absolutely not! The only thing that I am responsible for, Sean, is my actions in what I do in Sin City Wrestling! Nothing more, nothing less! I condemn everything you have said about me and prefer to spit right back in your face with the truth! Truth is on my side, Sean, and I intend to use it at every turn to make you both frightened and pissed off as time marches on. Unlike you, I don’t send our a look-a-like to do all my work! Unlike you, I don’t deny anyone their opportunity to face me for the gold! Hell, once I do win the SCW World Heavyweight championship belt, Sean, I’ll gladly fight anyone on a daily basis for the gold and NOT run away from that duty, UNLIKE YOU! And I know that you hate me with the utmost intensity, but I could care less! I have a job to do at Climax Control, Sean, and what I plan on unleashing is my own brand of vengeance!  It’s the kind of revenge that I look forward to giving right back to you, for all the injustices you gave to me. There is nothing in the world, Sean, that’s going to stop me from traveling to that time and place to do what I do best in my lifetime, Sean - beat the crap out of people for a living! And that’s what I intend to do!

And if you want to blame someone for what’s happening right now, Sean, that would be you. I have to give thanks to Christian Underwood for doing the right thing and booking you against me for the title at stake. As of right now, I’m unsure as to how it will play out with the special guest referee, but this time, my instincts are honed in and I’m ready for anything that comes my way, Sean. I may act surprised at first when I discover who it is, for it could change the tide of the battle for me, but I will not let it get to me. I certainly hope, for your sake, Sean, that you don’t get distracted by it either. You have a long night ahead of you and I promise you, you will not be leaving that building with the SCW World Heavyweight championship belt around your waist once more. This time, I’m going to be the one to end both your career and legacy! So when it’s all said and done, you asshole, I gave you chances, but now, you’ll have to live yourself with it when I’m through with you! There will be no going back and re-doing it all-over again. This isn’t a videogame where you can simply die and try again at a checkpoint! No, Sean, this is real-life and you have been somehow getting lucky with your battles. I’m going to permanently end your luck, your life, your career, and everything about you very soon. It’s only a matter of time, Sean, before you’re finished!

So do you feel yourself still swimming in that sea of overconfidence? Keep doing so, boy, because I’m going to make you change your tune about me QUICK! I’m very confident in my abilities as a fighter and a professional wrestler, Sean, and there won’t be a damn thing you can do to save yourself from the oncoming slaughter! There will be no more twin magic, there will be no more words of lies, or anything of the kind that you decide to pull against me. I have a great feeling, in my mind, heart, and soul, Sean, that Climax Control will belong to me and at least I will have realized my dream. You are the only obstacle that’s standing in my path to victory, Sean, and I intend to take my time brutalizing you and making you MY BITCH in every way, shape, or form. I will seek you out, in that ring, and I won’t give you mercy. This isn’t just about strength though, Sean, it’s about outwitting you and I know your game and your pitiful tactics by now. Nothing you do, at this point, will phase me or surprise me anymore. I will not and shall not rest until I break you, make you scream and cry out for forgiveness, which you will also receive none! At Climax Control, Sean, I am going to do the one thing that everyone has been wanting to see ever since Into The Void IV happened and that’s you not becoming the World Heavyweight Champion EVER AGAIN!

Ever since I was a little child, Sean, all I wanted to do is to become the man of the hour and to fight for honor and glory with the belt around my waist. Like Gabriel himself, I will seek out all challenges and dethrone them, holding the championship belt around my waist and proving myself to be unconquerable! Not with cowardly tactics, but with fists of steel and iron! Not with magic, but with might instead! I am going to make myself the gold standard that every man will have to look up to, to aspire to be, and to do what’s right by them! I, on the other hand, will provide you your own blood with my own hands, leaving you helpless and broken permanently for life! You will NEVER EVER challenge me for the SCW World Heavyweight championship, Sean. You will NEVER do the things you did to myself or others to gain what you want. That’s a promise to you, Sean. I’m not going to stop, retreat, or surrender until my dream has been achieved and when that happens, I’ll be the one standing tall, firmly on my feet, and be what Sin City Wrestling wants anyone to be - the man that’s on top of the mountain, with the gold around his waist, showing everybody else in the world exactly what needs to be done to stay on top! I just hope that you are ready for the rude awakening that’s about to be thrown at your direction, Sean, because no one in the world is going to save you. Not that stunt double of yours, not those convincing words that you attempt to be truthful with, and you will not be escaping my clutches this time! You will be the victim that I will gladly step on to take that belt and see my childhood dream realized once more! It’s that kind of dream that makes a fighter like me all the more dangerous to deal with, Sean, so you will not be happy with the end result as I lay everything on the line. My heart, my body, my soul, my career, my reputation, all of it. I’m going to do something that my parents or Ariel never wanted to see - become the heartless beast that cares for nothing but ripping throats out and savoring in the conquest of victory with no remorse or regret! So I suggest you do yourself a kind favor to me, Sean. I suggest you polish that title up as much as possible, Sean. I want you to savor your time with the title with every moment possible, because it’s going to VERY SHORTLY at Climax Control. Special guest referee or not, I care less about that. I only care about the pain, hurt, and suffering that you’ll be experiencing at my hands! That title BELONGS TO ME, Sean! It doesn’t belong to you anymore and it will be my pleasure to strip you of that and everything you are worth at this point and time! Farewell, Sean. I have nothing more to say to you, for my actions at Climax Control will be what’s left to say until the job is done!

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

And I….HAVE SPOKEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  

 Who wants water in their face??

Splashing some water in my kids face, my two oldest, Arthur and Rose, pounced on me like two wolves springing on its prey for the kill. I pretended to fall down and the kids and I went down into the water as it waved around us. My wife was sitting on a bench chair, laughing as she was looking after Cecil and Lydia, our two youngest.

I came up into the water and looked deeply into my wife’s eyes.

Hey, why don’t you come into the water for a bit and switch places with me? I’ll look after the young ones!

She shook her head gently.

No, honey, I’m good. Besides, I’m waiting for a phone call from someone unimportant in the organization.

I knew what she meant. I wasn’t in a talking mood after the embarrassment that Tim Staggs put me through. Thinking about those events that unfurled in Morocoo made me seethe with rage from the inside. But I didn’t want to express my anger in front of my children. Nodding to her, I turned my attention back towards the children as they were gleefully playing around in the large pool at my mansion in Detroit, Illinois. It was a cool, breezy day with some sun shining through the clouds above. This would be the last day I get to spend with my children before I depart for Algiers, Algeria.

I’m not going to be talking to that person anytime soon. I’m sure you can handle it.

Oh, I intend to, Alex. There’s no way I’m not going to be allowed to get in a word edgewise about all this.

As I gently threw Arthur and Rose into the shallow end of the pool and swam towards them, that’s when the doorbell rang. Neither of us were expecting a guest at the moment, for a lot of our friends and family were busy in town and didn’t have any time to hang out, although we received plenty of well-wishes and good luck messages from those particular individuals. I took one glance at my wife and saw that she was VERY unhappy. Her time with her family got disturbed. Jamming her phone into her purse, she stood up from her chair and went directly inside, traveling to the front door as the knocking continued. It stopped when she opened the door and saw Rocky Mountains looking at her.

Rocky: So, instead of waiting for a phone call, I figured you would like to speak with me in person. What do you think about that?

Lisa was no longer Lisa. She was Ariel, the most dangerous woman on the planet, and when you make a woman like her angry, the best course of action is to really walk away and not come back. But she decided to downplay her anger, instead smiling at her.

Ariel: Why don’t you come inside and chat with me for awhile then?

Rocky nodded in response and the two stepped inside our home, sitting down on the large, brown sofas. She tried to take in her surroundings, but it was that cool, calm, collected gaze from Ariel that made her focus on the task ahead.

Rocky: Why isn’t Kain here?

Ariel: Because I’ll be speaking for him this time. After what happened to him in Morocco, he just isn’t in the mood and I don’t blame him.

Rocky: But you’re not going to be stepping into the ring with Tim Staggs, so why even speak for him?

Ariel: Because he and I share everything together and we have the same thoughts, the same ideology and philosophies about life and what happens in general. What happened in Morocco should have never happened and it did. Alex has been doing his best to contain his anger and it won’t be unleashed until Climax Control. Now what have you came here to ask?

Rocky: Questions and since you’re his mouthpiece for today, maybe you can answer them for me, starting with what happened in Morocco, especially at the very end of the match.

Ariel raised her eyebrows curiously.

You mean the part that embarrassed and humiliated my husband?

Rocky: Why, yes, that part, where he grabbed Kain’s leg in order to stop him from winning the title. He called it a favor to him. But you don’t believe that, do you?

Even from the outside, I could hear Ariel slamming her fist into a nearby table that’s between the sofas. My kids stopped playing and were looking towards the sound, but I kept them distracted as Ariel leaned forward.

I don’t care what his reasons are! This is why people are afraid to do things on their own - Tim Staggs was and still is nothing but a little chickenshit. People like him have to ally with someone else in order to get somewhere in the world. How long do you think that little, pathetic alliance will last? Not for a week, let alone a whole month! This is why Kain refused to be anyone else’s pawn around here, Rocky. He’s looking after himself and he needs NO ONE to look after him in any situation. Even when I’m at ringside, I know I don’t interfere unless I have to, Rocky. Tim Staggs may have surprised us both, but that won’t happen here. He made the biggest mistake of his life when he interfered and got involved in my husband’s business. He had absolutely no right to do what he did. Screw any of the reasons that he gave out to Pussy Willows in his interview. Neither of us are buying a word of it.

Rocky: So this is all about vengeance, isn’t it?

Ariel: What else could it be? Love? Don’t make me laugh!

Rocky: But what if he comes out on top?

Ariel: Why do you keep asking pointless questions? He’s not going to win this fight. Not now, not ever. You did see the show, didn’t you? Tim Staggs pouted, cried, and moaned like the bitch that he was to Christian Underwood about not getting booked as much. He claims to have done several interviews and several appearances here and there, but it wasn’t until Mayhem In Morocco that he put himself in a difficult position. You don’t grab anyone’s leg, let alone my husband, thinking that nothing is going to happen to you. That’s far from it. Kain is an extremely dangerous foe to contend with. Do you honestly think that Kain is going to hug Tim Staggs, say “Aww, man, that was a great match, I love you like a brother.”? No! Kain is not that kind of guy at all. He’s the kind of guy that drops a hundred dollar bill, fakes the kindness and expects you to bend down and pick it up, only to get a knee to the face for it! Do you really think Kain is just going to lie down and let the 17-year old runt win the day? Absolutely not! That’s ridiculous!

Rocky: Yeah, but he was clever that night and proved it.

Ariel shook her head vehemently.

Ariel: That was one night! See, here’s the question that I want to ask the little bastard - no matter how groomed you are in the business, how long do you expect to survive in a place like this? You’re not a wrestler in our eyes, Tim, you’re a coward of the highest order. I don’t believe you’re the kind of man that could ever stand up for himself because of the low self-esteem and confidence that you possess. You joined up with Kris Halc, a guy who got the best of my husband at one time and was certainly destroyed at Morocco. You, being the little rodent that you obviously are, saved him. You are the sole reason as to why he’s the champion at the moment and for that, you’re going to pay dearly for that mistake. All the cleverness and skill in the world isn’t going to save you from the guy whose dream you took away at Mayhem In Morocco.

Rocky: Considering everything going on, how does Kain feel about the match between Goth and Kris?

Ariel: It doesn’t matter who wins the title to him. He just hopes that the main event will prove to be brutal and chaotic and for all we know, Kain himself could appear during the match. You never know what he’s up to. And that’s going to be another reason why Tim will have a hard time going against Kain.

Rocky: What do you mean, Ariel?

Ariel: He’s unpredictable!

Now it was Rocky’s turn to lift her eyebrows in curiousity.

Rocky: Do you really think Kain has a shot in revenge?

Ariel leaned forward in her seat, drilling her gaze into the news reporter.

Ariel: Do you really want to know why I believe he will? Not to get really personal with you here, but when I met Kain back in the old days, I honestly thought of him as just another guy on the planet, someone whom I thought was going to force his affections on me. In turn, I probably would have beaten the shit out of him. But he wasn’t like that - he wanted to be friends first. He didn’t see me as a girl with a hot body, Rocky, he saw me as a friend that has intelligence shining in her eyes. So he struck up a conversation with me that lasted for hours, Rocky, and pretty soon, I came around. I fell in love with him. He’s a man that isn’t just sexy and smart, he’s friendly and is willing to give people that he cares about in hand. But I’ve also seen the darker side in him too. He’s nasty, he’s violent, and dangerous. He’s gone through a lot in his life, from the death of his parents to being fired by Goth in the Asylum Wrestling Alliance and still, he is standing tall. He even almost lost the kids and I, but somehow, he preservered. He didn’t want to be cut adrift, so he traveled around the world and reinvigorated himself. He’s back where he wants to be and he’s not going to be stopping anytime soon. That’s why I believe he’s going to on to do great things for us and for the company - he believes in himself more than anything and he doesn’t quit. Don’t worry, he’s not like a famous superstar that we all know about, the kind of guy that grants wishes to kids. Nothing wrong in that accomplishment however, but Kain only sees this for himself and is willing to go above and beyond the call of duty to see things done. No hand will be shaken, for what Tim Staggs did was an affront to everything he stands for.

My wife’s eyes lit up like fire and it was very hard for Rocky Mountains to look away.

Ariel: Do you have any other questions to ask me?

Rocky: No, Ariel, I don’t. I think we got all the bases covered.

Ariel nodded.

Ariel: Good! Now…

She stood up to her full height and looked at Rocky Mountains for one final time.

Ariel: Now you get the hell of my house!!!!!!!

The way she moved, it was like as if a ghost appeared behind her and made her jump ten feet in the air. Grabbing her posessions, she dashed out of the house like Road Runner being chased by Wile E. Coyote. Ariel shook her head and laughed, then stepped outside to rejoin the kids and I, jumping into the pool and playing with us.

 The SCW Internet championship belt, the title that I've worked very hard for, is about to be up for grabs once again. Bruce Evans returns from his defeat to challenge me, Kain, The King Of Kings, for the belt. I have no intention of giving up this prize that I've craved since my return at Inception and there's no way in hell I'm about to let a tremendous piece of shit like Bruce Evans walk all over me for it. Make up all the excuses in the world if you want, but when I see you this week at Climax Control, Bruce Evans, I'm going to rip you a new one. You think what I did was bad? You just wait, pal, because I'm going to destroy everything about you at Climax Control!

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Bucharest, Romania.

I haven't been here in a long time. But like any other country I've visited a thousand times over, this is also a beautiful place to be in. Unfortunately, being a famous celebrity doesn't allow you much time to soak in the sights, but the day before Climax Control, I've had some time to escape from the world and enter a place that I have not been into in years, the kind of place that feels both sacred and forbidden to me. It's not that I had any limited knowledge of the source, but the place definitely gives me the creeps.

Stepping inside St. Nicholas Church for the very first time, I stood near the entrance doors from the inside and surveyed my surroundings. Stained-class pictures depicted a story of Jesus Christ that began from birth, to death, then to his eventual resurrection. I wasn't here to speak with the Lord. Rather, I came to pay my respects to a friend of mine that's no longer in my life, a friendship that was close to the vest and how a single conversation could change the course of things forever. No, there wasn't any kind of love to be found here. After all, I'm married to Ariel, so it's not like I'm going behind my back. But it's the friendship that I missed, the kind of friendship where I could tell this person anything and everything without fear or judgment and she would reply in kind with honesty, laughter, and so forth. But she's gone and it has broke my heart in many ways.

I walked forward until I reached the altar and headed towards a group of candles. Standing before them, I grabbed a flaming candle nearby and lighted up others that weren't, silently thinking of my friend and of the impact that she has made in my life. Her name was Anna and she was one of the kindest souls I've ever met. She was a fan of mine that I met when I first started out in AWA and has been following me since. Not in a stalking way, mind you, but through social media, always cheering me on and wishing me luck in my battles. I was able to contact her and we have texted each other back and forth since that time. But now, we had a heated conversation that didn't end well. A few days later, she was killed in a tragic car crash. Hearing the news made my heart sank. It's one of those moments where you wish you could have said the right thing and everything would have been cool, but it didn't turn out that way.

I stood back and silently stared at the flaming candles, as the memories of our long conversations roared into my mind. Suddenly, I heard an unfamiliar voice off to my left and slowly turned my head.

Are you OK, my son?

I turned fully and gave the man a hard, but firm look. He appeared to be a priest, dressed in black, his blue eyes studying me as he rubbed his black hair once, smiling at me. He approached me and stuck his hand out. I shook his hand in return and nodded.

Yes, Father, I'm fine. I was just...

I left the sentence hanging as I turned my attention back to the flaming candles. The priest was silent, waiting to hear what I wanted to say next.

I was just thinking of a friend that passed away.

The priest placed his hand on my left shoulder in encouragement.

I do not know what your beliefs are in this world, son, but I'd like to believe that your friend is in a better place now. Was the last conversation that you had between the two a good one?

I shook my head a few times before looking at the priest again.

No, I'm afraid it wasn't. I just wish I had said the right thing or else it would have not been a heated argument that left neither side happy. I didn't even get to say that I loved her, although only meant in a friendly fashion. Nothing more, nothing less. I've dealt with death before, in the form of my parents, when they were murdered tragically in a crossfire between two gangs, so that loss was fresh back then, but somehow, I was able to overcome it and move on. But to get over a friendship like this? Am I able to forgive myself for saying the wrong thing and losing something this precious?

He dropped his hand from my shoulder and nodded to me.

I believe your friend, if she was a noble soul on Earth, would have it in her heart to forgive you and to be free from this anguish. I get the feeling that she was the type of person that loved what you did and believed in you. As long as you have it in your heart to forgive yourself for what you did, then I believe she has already forgiven you.

Suddenly, the entrance doors flew open and a gathering of people walked in, talking to each other in low tones. The priest and I made a quick glance before my gaze returned to the face of the priest, who wasn't looking in my way as he nodded them in acknowledgement. Then he faced me and smiled once more.

I'm sorry to break up this conversation, Mr...?

Grayson. Alex Grayson. And thank you for taking the time to help me. I think it has taken a weight off my shoulders. What is your name, good sir?

Damien, Father Damien. You may come to my church at anytime if your schedule ever allows it. Yes, Alex, I know who you are, but when I look into your eyes, I believe you possess the eyes of a gentle giant, so I have nothing to be fearful of. Please feel free to stay inside for as long as you like. I'm sorry to finish conversation on an abrupt, short notice, but these people require my attention. Have a good day, sir!

We shook hands once more and I watched him walk towards those folks. I suddenly felt my cell phone vibrating from the right pocket of my grey pants. I fished it out and saw that a text message appeared. It was from my wife, Ariel. Unlocking the phone, I opened up the messages and read what she had to say.

Spoke with management. Getting very close to inking a deal between them and I to possibly enter SCW as a wrestler. Will keep you updated. I love you baby!

Smiling widely, I shut the phone and gently placed it back inside before turning around and exiting the church from a side entrance.

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My name is Kain. Not only am I the King, I'm officially the SCW Internet champion and I'll be reigning over this division for quite sometime!

Why is it that management has decided for another rematch? Didn't they see what happened at Blaze Of Glory IV?! Everyone thought I was going to talk another big game and then end up losing on one of the biggest nights of my career. But I changed all that! I made sure to step up my game and prove to everyone that I was not playing games at all. Rather, I was playing for keeps and I was destined to solidify myself as a new champion that night. Bruce Evans was nothing but a memory, a forgotten little shit that should have just stayed home and enjoyed time with his boyfriend.

Instead, it sickens my stomach to find out two things. One, that Bruce Evans jumped at the chance to use his rematch clause and two, that the rumors of him "having his mind elsewhere" is what cost him the match. I'm disgusted by the first fact and I'm not totally buying his excuse that his brain was drifting elsewhere, because that's just complete crap.

Do I really need to hammer in the point one more time for you, Bruce? Why is it that fools like you refuse to see the obvious? Truth be told, you held the title for a mere month and you had one successful title defense before you finally met your match. Do you honestly think that I'm about to follow in your footsteps and become nothing but a permanent shadow in this new division? No! I'm not about to let ANYONE try to crush my hopes of staying in the fight with this title around my waist for a long time. Do not sit there and grasp at straws, thinking that I don't have a chance in hell in even retaining the title, because I DO!

In fact, do you remember the fire that burned in my eyes that night, Bruce? Do you remember the unconquerable determination that swelled within me? I had nothing but the match in my mind for those two weeks. I thought of NOTHING but destroying the legacy that's Bruce Evans and walking out with every intention of becoming the SCW Internet champion! And that's exactly what I accomplished! That's the difference between you and me - I have achieved a balance that cannot be faltered in my life, while you have complete chaos in yours.

Do you understand me, boy? That's why you lost - you didn't have what it took to beat me that night. As champion, you're supposed to be the man (or woman, in the Bombshells's case) of the hour. You're supposed to be the guy that everyone looks up to and says "This man or woman cannot be beaten on any given day!" There's a reason why you won the belt in the past - you had the spark, the fire, the determination! And I extinguished all of that in the blink of an eye! From this point on, everything I do in the ring is focused on one thing - eliminating the competition before they know what hit them and taking back what I believe to be is rightfully MINE! The title that I hold near and dear to my heart will NEVER go away. I'm going to defend this title with more honor, dignity, and integrity than ever before. All you've done, Bruce Evans, is mocked the title for what it is not and tried to ruin the reputation. That will NEVER happen again, Bruce!

There's a reason why people look at Kain, The King Of Kings, and go "Yeah, he's awesome, he's the guy that is a true representation of what the Internet champion should be!" I'm not remotely kidding! To this very day, I still receive hundreds, if not thousands, of emails and letters claiming the same thing. Of course, you'll receive those harsh critics that believe otherwise, but I don't care. They are merely jealous of what I am capable of and of the success that I've earned with hard work, blood, sweat, and even tears. I'm representing a digital age and I'm here to show off exactly what I can do!

I mean, each and every time I'm on the Internet, it's fresh, new, and original! What exactly have you done, Bruce, that has made yourself capable of being great on the Internet? Here's your answer - NOTHING!

Last time, Bruce Evans, it was all about me. Today, it's still the same thing - it's all about me inside the ring. I have a lot more to prove than you ever will. I'm not a joke. I'm not a fluke! I'm not going to let you, of all people, ruin my dream! Blaze Of Glory IV was just the beginning of my epic rampage that's going to be devastating throughout the annuals of Sin City Wrestling and beyond! My name, unlike yours, is a household name and I'm raking in all the money, fame, and glory that you could possibly dream of! You call yourself the guy that had his mind elsewhere, but the truth is, you've gone soft, you didn't have what it took at Blaze Of Glory IV to take off my crown and you certainly won't be able to do that again either!

So why you? Why did management look at you and say "Poor Bruce Evans, he fought well, let's give him another attempt at the gold?"

It dumbfounds me, to be totally honest! Not that I should take anything else away that happened to you that night. Fact is, I'm surprised by that unexpected announcement and I'm happy for you in that regard. Really, I am! I'm a proud supporter of the gay and lesbian community and people have a right to be happy with the same sex. That is one accomplishment I'll never, EVER take away from you. You earned the right to be happy, so congratulations!

But that's as far as my kindness goes for you. At Climax Control, all bets are off. I'm not going to grant you any mercy. I'm not going to pull my punches. I'm the reason why the SCW Internet championship division shines again and I'm going to make that light shine brighter than any star before it, including YOU! So do me a favor, man, and try not to disappoint me, because all you're going to get is a rude awakening. When it's all said and done, Bruce Evans, I suggest either seeking employment elsewhere or coming up with a new gameplan. I'm sick of having to face the same enemy many times over, for it does not keep me on my toes. Face it, little man, you have NOTHING on me and at Climax Control, a newer, stronger, more confident Kain will emerge from the shadows and prove to not only himself, but to the world why he is that damn good, why he is FIT to represent the digital age, and why SCW will never be the same again. I've proved myself in the Tag-Team and Roulette divisions a long time ago and it's high-time I fly in the skies with my head held high, knowing that everything will be better as time goes by.

You, Bruce Evans, will be the first of many victims to feel the hammer that's about to crush you and end your fragile, worthless wrestling career. Think of it this way - at least you get to spend more time dealing with the nastiness that's going on around you while spending plenty of time with your boyfriend. In that hope, I believe that's the only positive you have in all this. So you may as well give up now and walk away. Should you chose not to? Like Blaze Of Glory IV, it's going to be a long, painful night for YOU!

If anything, Bruce Evans, remember this...after Climax Control, there is no turning back!

For I am Kain...The King Of Kings...and will still be the SCW Internet champion after it's all said and done! For I....HAVE SPOKEN!

 Lord Raab was easily defeated. It was a prediction that I made earlier before the clash occurred and I got the job done. For a guy that talks in German and tries to act like a badass around me, it pretty much failed. Now I'm one step closer to realizing my dream of seeing gold, even if it ain't the big one. And now, Christian still remains unimpressed and continues to throw another wolf into my path. Fine by me...I'll show this next creature no mercy and continue on my journey of becoming the next SCW Internet champion! My public online awaits their soon-to-be champion and I'm not about to disappoint them anytime soon!

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My family and I walked out of a movie theater in Detroit, Illinois. It was a great weekend with the kids as we saw a family movie, the latest Spongebob Squarepants movie. I admit easily that it wasn't the best film, but the truth is, the kids enjoyed it highly and that's what counts for me. But like with any family, having one can be a challenge and trying to keep them altogether and not letting chaos break is one of the many tasks Ariel and I have to keep doing so that nothing wrong happens.

Making our way to a red van, we got the children inside as they were getting a little bit excited, playfully rough-housing each other. I tried to get them to quiet down as I helped with their individual baby-seats. The cameras were on me and people weren't sure why at first, but a lot of others spoke my name and tried to get my attention. I took a moment to momentarily acknowledge the fans with a simple wave before returning to the task at hand. Cecil was trying for his food that we got earlier in the day (which appeared to be no more), while Rose was too busy engaging herself with another episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Arthur was playing with his sister in the back. He's the oldest of us now and looks a lot more like us, able to talk. He's four, Rose is three, and the twins, Cecil and Lydia, were around one and a half.

After everything was in place, Ariel got herself into the passenger seat. Right as I opened the door and was about to get into the driver's seat, I heard a familiar voice calling my name.

Kain! Kain! Do you mind if I have a word with you?

I turn and saw "Stoner" Scott Oliver running towards me with a microphone in hand, with his own camera crew following him. I was not happy with this. Why does SCW keep on pestering me on times when I'm with my family? Clearly, Rocky Mountains was a bit afraid to face me this time, so they send another backstage reporter instead. I'm really hoping this guy has a few, short questions for me to answer. Otherwise, I'm not going to be happy all day long.

Although enraged, I somehow managed to keep calm as he approached me.

There you are! I was hoping to catch you before you returned home. Do you mind if you answer my questions?

You can thank Ariel at that moment. She saw how pissed I was and got out of the passenger seat, walking around it and placing a hand in front of me. She was mad too, but not as mad as I was.

Get in the car, honey. I'll handle this man.

Nodding silently, I turned out and entered the driver's seat, shutting the door behind me. I literally looked into the man with eyes of anger and he clearly wasn't calm anymore. Ariel took him away from our car and set him down on one end of the table. She brought out her cell phone, then called me before putting it on speaker and placing it in front of the table. Scott Oliver heard a click, meaning that I had picked up and realized that he was being recorded and I could hear everything within my earpiece. I dare not let the children listen into the conversation, even Cecil, who could somewhat understand what was going on, but was too busy enjoying his time with his baby sister, Lydia.

Ariel sat down and gazed into the poor reporter's eyes.

Why couldn't you just let us walk away in peace? Now you are wasting my time, my husband's time, and most importantly, my children's time. What do you want?

Scott cleared his throat before speaking, trying not to shake heavily in his seat.

I'm simply trying to get his thoughts on his situation. Now that Lord Raab is gone from his sight and Caleb Houston placed before him, what does he feel? Is he not happy about moving up the ladder again?

You know what he's not happy about right now? He's not happy that you had to interrupt his time with the family and so am I! That being said, you're right, he isn't happy! What kind of deluded man is Christian? Does he think that giving him meaningless fights will help improve Kain's mood anytime soon? This is nothing but a temporary setback and Kain, my husband, the love of my life, is going to show this newcomer who exactly he is. He's the greatest of all time, the man that I'm married too, the love of my life! You don't dare insult him with a question like that. No, he's going to be jumping for joy all over the place! OF COURSE he's pissed off at his current predicament! But that's fine by us, we will just continue to go our way and keep on insulting Christian even further by destroying the next opponent that's thrown to us. What other course is left to us, Scott? To sit there and twiddle our thumbs all day long? It doesn't work that way - Kain knows better! Kain got himself up and did all the hard work to get here, including being away from us!

And I'm guessing that wasn't easy for you or the family?

At this point, I saw that Ariel was about to scream in his face. Why even bother asking such a ridiculous question? Ariel was momentarily silent for a moment before answering his question.

What, did you think it would be a walk in the park for me and my family while he was gone? Of course not! Every day, Scott, I wanted him to come back too, but I didn't want to be the man that showed his anger in front of my children and I. So it was VERY, VERY HARD. Not a single day goes by when I didn't think of him. He's the love of my life, as I said, and he wouldn't be granted the position that he's in now if I didn't allow it. It could have been easy to find someone else and be with another man, but it would never feel the same. That's why I played the dutiful wife. Has nothing to do with money. Has nothing to do with keeping our brand intact, Scott. It was my love for him that made me stay, no matter how hard it is. You don't ever ask me that question again, Scott. EVER!

My face softened for a second as I saw her on the verge of tears. Ariel, being the strong woman that she is however, managed to keep herself in check.

Scott took out his notepad from his briefcase and briefly glanced through his notes. Ariel was growing more and more impatient with him. Then he looked up at her as the crowd outside continues to pass by. The sun was shining brightly and birds were singing their voices from above. I could hear them clearly, thanks to the window being down. A few fans tried to get me to their sign autographs and I politely obliged them as I continued to hear the conversation with Ariel and Scott silently. Inside, the kids were screaming. I turned my head and told them to calm down a bit before resuming the task I was given.

So now that he's back, with you and your family, and now that he's back in SCW, tell me. I didn't get your viewpoint on Christian, except for what you just said and I couldn't help but let that statement escape. How do you really feel about the man? Or of Mark Ward?

Like with any corporation, they are our bosses. But just because they sign and deliver the paychecks doesn't necessarily mean we are their puppets either. When Kain came back to me, he told me that one of the things that he's going to do is make sure that he gets his way each and every time he sets foot in the ring. And so far, he's a man of his word on that. He's always been a man of his word, one of the many reasons why I'm still with him. But when guys like Christian slam their fist on the table and try to deny my husband what he wants the most, it's going to irritate the both of us. Alex and I have nothing against our "bosses" personally, but if they continue to go down this path, that's not going to make us happy. Sooner or later, Christian will have to realize the cold, hard truth - that Kain is the biggest badass of them all in the entire SCW locker room. No one will be able to stop him and no one will destroy him easily. In fact, it's going to be the other way around, Scott. He'll be destroying them without a flicker of remorse in his eyes, Scott. If you get in his way, you're done. If any of the men get in his way, he's done, and most certainly if any of the women get in his way, then I'll be there to stop them. None of them have a clue as to how much more powerful Kain came to be when he returned to us. After what you saw between Lord Raab and Kain, I doubt anyone will ever stand a chance against Kain ever again.

OK, but you have to understand something. Caleb Houston isn't a guy to be messed with either. He became a tag-team champion for the first time in his career. I wouldn't want to be that guy that crosses his path in a dark alley. Isn't Kain afraid of him?

She leaned forward, her eyes full of rage as she stared down at him.

Let me ask you a question, since you're on that particular subject. If you were in a dark alley and both of them approached you, who would be the more dangerous of the two?

After shaking hands with the fans and watching them leave, my eyes bore into the man as well. He couldn't help but clear his throat several times. I already knew the answer, but he spoke it out loud anyway as he looked back at Ariel.

Kain.

Nodding with satisfaction, she ended the conversation on our cell phone and rose from her seat, clearly uninterested in this man now. Nothing but a complete stranger in her eyes, just another face that she comes across in her everyday life.

You clearly have a long way to go before you can fully comprehend anything, so let me cut to the chase. Caleb Houston is a minor problem that's going to be dealt with at Climax Control. Kain is eventually going to be the SCW Internet champion and sooner or later, he will be crossing paths with the SCW World Heavyweight champion, which is the real prize in all of this. In this, Scott, we aren't stupid. People are going to keep going and throw us one hurdle after another and we will crush them all. Kain has the wisdom and foresight to see it through to the bitter end and I'm going to be right beside him when he achieves all of his dreams. Christian can do what he wants, but at the end of the day, Kain is going to keep pissing him off and getting his way each and every time he's in Sin City Wrestling. No one in that world is safe. Not even Caleb Houston, who is about to find out what makes Kain such a dangerous man to contend with. Either you are with us or against us. That's going to be a painful lesson for him to learn when it's all said and done!

She begins to walk away from the man, but stops in her tracks when Scott is able to squeeze out one final question out of his lips, despite how terrified he currently is.

I'm guessing the interview is over, but before you leave, tell me. You said that if any woman gets in your husband's way, you will stop them. Does that mean you are planning on joining SCW and seeing what you are capable of in the Bombshells division???

The woman of my dreams simply looked over her shoulder at the man in disgust, but then smiled.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Leaving him to digest those words in his mind, she returns to the van, enters the passenger seat, and closes the door behind her. I started up the van, looked at the family with a huge smile on my face, then took the car out of the parking lot and disappearing down the road quickly as Scott stayed behind and watch. The cameras that are with him witnessed him standing up and trying to get himself back in a state of calm before clearing his throat and exiting through the crowd

* * *

I am Kain. I am known as The King Of Kings. All of you are my royal subjects, so I suggest you pay attention with your ears, look straight into my eyes with yours, and listen to whatever the hell I say!

Roadblocks? Is that what you decided to call my journey so far, Christian? You want to sit on your ass and throw me one pitiful challenger after the next in the hopes of stopping me? You're not understanding the rules here, boy, and it's starting to piss me off bit by bit. I don't like it when people do whatever they can to try and stop me. Are you going to do that too, Christian? Are you going to throw everything into this dilemma, including the kitchen sink itself, in order to solve this problem and sweep it under the rug like nothing ever happened?

Think again! I'm not going to stand there and take constant punishment for your amusement! I'm the guy that pulls no punches and gives everything that he possibly can and I expect to be rewarded  for all of my hard work and due diligence! I expect a title shot to be thrown my way the moment I proved myself. No, let me correct myself, I expect you and Mark to HAND ME the title without questioning it or giving any kind of second thought. I expect to be treated like royalty, like I'm the man around here!

Instead, you had to piss me off even further! First, you throw me a crying bitch that has a problem speaking in plain English, so he has to revert to his language to try and get his point across (not that there's anything with speaking in your own language, just so you know!). And yet, as you clearly saw, I took on your so-called bastion of hope and kicked his ass and took his name to the fucking dry cleaner! Then you have to send me a guy who managed to do the one thing that no one else has done in awhile and that's wrest the SCW Tag-Team championship belts away from his opposition and put it right into his lap!

Do not, for a moment, think that I'm scared by this new challenger. I'm not frightened or intimidated for a second! Christian, is this the next answer that you devised to end this silly, idiotic problem of yours? You want this guy, this JOKE, to try and take me out in full-force?

Don't make me laugh pal! I got bigger fish to fry, but if you wish for me to appease you, fine. I'll kick this guy's sorry ass and leave him writhing in pain on the pavement! You really want me to expose this fraud, this weak, over-confident man and show you why he shouldn't be the Tag-Team champion right now? So be it! But consider the price that's about to be paid for your impudence!

Houston, you have a problem! And that's me, the most incredible, gifted combatant you'll ever face in your life!

MMA? That's your current style? Quite frankly, I've dealt with your type before and I'm not fazed by what you have to bring to the table. I really need to know, Caleb Houston, if you're really up to the monumental challenge ahead of you. This is, quite frankly, the fight of your life! I can look at you and you seem to have an aura of confidence surrounding you, but the truth is, it's really a sense of over-confidence I see. You see, I know guys like you. You expect this fight to be a piece of cake, because I look like, at least in your eyes, nothing but a piece of shit. All you have to do is simply put my carcass in a trash bag and throw me into the dumpster, right? Like it's nothing but a walk from your home to a nearby park, correct?

Boy, if that is truly how you feel about me and your chances of winning this fight, then you will come to discover just how wrong you turned out to be. Sure, you're a tag-team champion, but so am I in the past. I've touched the gold and I've held it for a good while. Unlike you, however, I've felt greatness the moment I was born!

Think I'm just being cocky here? It isn't just a matter of being cocky, it's the goddamn truth! I've entitled myself to a sense of placement and belonging and it all starts with me. Why do you think, Caleb, that I refuse to bow down to anyone on the planet? Why do you think, little man, that I don't play by the rules except for my own?

It's because I'm "God". You see, that may be hard to accept, but that's OK. In time, you'll get to see the genius springing from the intelligence I accumulated, the power that continues to grow with each ounce of strength I use, and the punishment that I withstand with the kind of body physique that men like you aspire and dream of to have, but NEVER WILL.

Already, I can feel your eyes rolling, Christian's eyes rolling...hell, everyone's eyes rolling when they listen to every word I say.

But I care not.

All I care about is what I can accomplish at this moment in time and after the exile and hell I went through for the entire year, I feel SUPER AWESOME. I feel like there's nothing in the world that can stop me.

If I have to feel this bold and dashing in front of the entire world, so be it. If I have to feel omnipotent, so be it. Why should I let the words of any foolish naysayer get to me? Do you think YOU can try to crush me with ease? I doubt it. This match is going to be a contest of everything that we have to offer and I doubt even YOU can attempt to stop my journey and fulfill Christian's wish of never letting me become the SCW Internet champion!

This match, by the way, is not going to be an easy trek for the both of us. I know what's to be expected of me and I have a good idea what you are capable of. You're going to do everything you can to stop me and gain another victory under your belt. That's fine, I want you to be at your best. How else am I supposed to be kept in my toes if I'm given weak competition in the end?

If you say who you think you are and if you truly believe you can defeat me, I urge you to try. Or you could do the right thing and run away. That's really the best course of option, because you do want to be spared a gruesome fate so that you can be in tip-top shape for your next fight with your belt on the line, yes?

If not, I'm going to make it ridiculously easy for the next tag-team to swoop in for the kill like vultures on a carcass in the hot sun! My job, Caleb Houston, is to eliminate all opposition that stand in my way. I'm going to do that, because there's nothing in the world like that feeling of feeling powerful and supreme in front of the entire world.

If someone, like you for instances, challenges that theory and puts it to the test, I'm going to stomp them to the ground, make them my bitch, and force them to understand that I'm not kidding around. Guys like you are a dime and dozen. If you expect me to cave in easily to your pathetic whims, you're sadly mistaken and are in for a rude awakening!

So prepare yourself, Caleb Houston, because at the end of the day, I eat punks like you for breakfast, lunch, snack, even dinner! And if seconds are to be given, I'll gladly chomp your bones and spit them out for the dogs to chew on when it's all said and done! You want to mess with me? You want to try your luck against the greatest fighter to have ever existed? Then step right up and try to deliver a vicious grand-slam, only to fail when I catch the ball at the very last second! I'm walking out of that arena with a victory and gaining myself one step closer to the belt that I've been targeting since my return at Inception!

To Christian, prepare to be disappointed yet again, as I take out this opponent with ease and move on to the next stage of my life and that's championship gold!

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