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.

* * * *

  For Alex, a loss is a loss.

He decided to get out his aggression in the most healthiest way possible.

Working out at a Gold's Gym at Los Angeles, closed to the public early in the morning, he was able to reserve the place for himself for a couple of hours. He could have spent time in his own gym, but he didn't want to stay too long in his mansion, for the feeling of having cabin fever would have slowly crept up on him and possibly driven him insane!

In his gym clothes, he is punching and kicking away at the punching bag furiously, thinking about the last match. He and Mercedes gave it everything they had and somehow, that team defeated them.

This time, it's going to be a different outcome.

Alex was seething with anger as he continued to punch away on the bag, thinking of a new strategy that will earn them the victory this time at High Stakes. Of course, it's going to be a difficult fight, one that will put them both to the test. But they were champions, after all, and they could handle a loss here and there. To them, they knew they would fight back even harder and saving the day yet again, on moments that actually DO MATTER.

After slaving away at the bag, the big, muscular Alex took his time with the weights, followed by cardio. No trainer would be with him. He knew how to handle himself. He was extremely confident going into this match and the added rage fueled his motivation to win. He wouldn't let a team like this win. Not again. Not after last time.

Finishing up his workout, he hit the showers, got himself dressed, grabbed his bags and headed out of Gold's Gym. He couldn't help but snarl. It was a reporter from Sin City Wrestling.

Rocky Mountains.

Can I have a quick word with you?

He looked up at the black sky that hasn't shone its true colors brightly just yet. The city was still bustling with activity, even at the early hours, but not much was going on. Alex, on the other hand, had A LOT going on. Unbelievable. How could she have known of his plans to work out? Only one person knew.

Lee, his butler.

She most likely went to the mansion, tapped on the door, encountered Lee, asked him where he was and he gave her the answer he needed. Didn't he tell him that no one should disturb him until he gets back? He's a bit too nice sometimes. Shaking his head with resignation, he sighed and walked over to Rocky, who was patiently waiting.

You want to know how I feel about the match last time?

How did you know?

Alex, the King Of Kings, smirked.

Because it doesn't take two and two to figure things out when it comes to you guys. Look, we screwed up. We failed. They won. That makes us mad. It makes us angry. Mercedes and I have a score to settle with those two and with the titles on the line, we are going to put it all on the line. This isn't just a show for the fans so that they can be entertained and get their money's worth. No, Rocky. This is going to be something different. High Stakes is appropriately named for this bout. Everyone has their reasons for being a part of it, old-timers or newcomers, and if the crowd were a betting group, they should place their bets on us. They got the victory last time. This time, we aren't just gonna get the win or the titles again. We are out for their BLOOD, you understand me? I'm going to give EVERYTHING I have to avenge my loss, embarrass them in the middle of the ring, crush them into oblivion, and walk away with the Mixed Tag-Team championship belts. Those belts mean EVERYTHING to us. I'm not focused on a possible bout with Fenir again for the title, but it is on my radar. Until that time, however, I'm focusing on the present. The present is what matters and I'm seeking to undo the damage that we were given. Mercedes and I are going to stop at NOTHING to win the match and keep our titles. Those two got the win. This time, it's going to be the biggest loss of their career!

He stepped closer to Rocky, who saw nothing but seriousness in his eyes as he stared at her.

Go to them. Tell them that the Grand-Slam Champions will be at High Stakes. We will destroy them. We will oblierate them. No melodrama. No stories. Nothing. This time, it's an all-out assault war against the both of them. No more niceties. No more pleasantries. Just a straight-up ass-kicking on the both of them. I can't wait to rip them apart and show the world that they truly had NO IDEA what was in store in them until it was too late. Once was enough. This time, we are gonna go in...FOR THE KILL!

Stepping away from Rocky, he walked down a few blocks and turned into the next corner, leaving Rocky to stare after him as the scene slowly fades to black.

* * * *

Ain't it fun? Ain't it fun to hear your name called over the speakers, be addressed as the winners for a single match, and be handed a reward for it? You both went through it, so congratulations are in order. You beat us, fair and square.

That was then. This is now. And to be honest, telling us so isn't going to help your cause once again. This time, the outcome will be VERY DIFFERENT, believe me on that. That being said...

Sierra, you seem like a smart lady. You had a lot to say and you spoke it all with confidence. I don't begrudge you from that. But after everything you said about me and about Mercedes, I walked away with a few impressions of my own.

I mean, it seems like to me that you and Lachlan are apparently floating on Cloud Nine, like you're in a sense of euphoria and high hopes going into the next match. The truth is, all you did was gain a SMALL advantage over us. That's called momentum. You are going into High Stakes and now everyone from the highest buildings in the world to the lowest street corners in small or big cities are talking about how you and Lachlan are going to be the ones to dethrone us and take over the Mixed-Match Tag-Team champions.

I hate to tell you this, but all of that nonsense makes me laugh. Of all the stupidity and foolish words that comes out of people's mouths, it's those claims. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but just because you won ONE MATCH doesn't necessarily mean that you are just going to walk into High Stakes and win the gold like it's a walk in the park. That's how I view your words, nothing but overconfidence in your voice. On top of that, I also get the feeling that you are simply UNDERESTIMATING Mercedes and I. You seem to think that you hold all the cards and you think you can just cruise right on and steal the spotlight from us. I want you to keep that attitude in check, girl, because coming into High Stakes with that air of overconfidence and arrogance isn't going to hep you this time. You said it yoursef, arr ogance isn't a bad thing. I'm arrogant too and yes, I've said that you both had no chance.

Well, guess what? I'm not like other leaders out there today, at least I CAN ADMIT that i've slipped and fall. Clearly, our tango in the ring proved to us all that you emerged as the winners and we simply had to lick our wounds and start from scratch.

See, Sierra, I'm not stupid. I know when my arrogance comes into play and it may have been in the strongest tones indeed, but it sucks that we had to lose. Mercedes and I didn't do our jobs that night. Fine, you get the right to boast.

But that's the thing, chick. It was only ONE WIN. And it makes me realize just exactly WHO are the ones that will really fall this time. Yes, you heard me. You both are going to fall hard and crash deeply into the hard concrete. Blood all over the place, for sure, because Mrecedes and I are going to come back with a vengeance like nothing before. That was ONE BATTLE, Sierra, but this is a different kind of WAR. The tag-team titles are on the line and when Mercedes and I walk into that ring, we will have a new kind of purpose. We are going to address the matter at hand, take your beatings, deliver it back ten-fold. And when it's all said and done, you both will be the ones lying in the pavement. I'm not kidding anymore. This isn't a game, girl, this is where you have a chance to get the keeps for real. But we won't allow that to happen, Sierra, NOT FOR A SECOND TIME.

As I said, underestimating me is a BAD IDEA. Weak link? You're kidding, right? I've had my fair share of bad losses, but that's the one thing you need to understand about me, girl. I don't get mad; I GET EVEN. That means that I simply come back up, stand on my own two feet, and show you, with my actions, not just with words, that when things get tough, I get A LOT MORE TOUGHER and I happen to beat the odds in the life that I lead. So do yourself a favor - don't EVER call me the weak link of the two. Mercedes and I are not weak links, we are strong together and we will overcome this setback and retain our tag-team titles while forcing you two, a possible pair of assholes if I may say, back to the bottom of the food chain. Because we won't quit, we won't surrender, and we won't give up. It's not in our DNA.

I don't care about the relationship you have with Lachlan. I don't care about what it is you share with him. That was my fault, I happened to concentrate on something different when we last spoke.

I won't make the same mistake again.

My focus is on this match. Lachlan, Sierra, both of you will be outgunned, outmaneuvered, and played by the best in the world and what SCW has to offer. I want you to retain that cool, calm, confident sense of thinking. I want you to continue to believe that SOMEHOW, you have a chance in getting gold for the first time in SCW history. Because this time? This time, Mercedes and I are going to crush your dreams and we are going to make you regret the day you ever crossed us and won. Savor that moment, Sierra and Lachlan, because this time, payback is a bitch and it will be glorious. The Tag-Team titles will be retained and we will steal the show and give you something to worry about, because after last time? You guys won't stand a chance. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.

Oh and one more thing, Sierra?

Do yourself a favor and stay out of my business when it comes to other opportunities. You need to worry about your own skin and your career, both of which will be destroyed by the time Mercedes is done with you. Believe me when I tell you, girl, she's out for blood and I don't blame her. She's going to rip you apart, piece by piece, and show the whole world why she continues to dominate your division. And while all that is unfolding before our eyes, Lachlan won't be the same. You're going to watch, in horror, I might add, as I slaughter the "calm and honorable" Lachlan Lane and decimate him for good. You did the wrong thing, you pushed us and now, we're going to push back. And we are going to HURT you, you understand me? Our rage is awakened and we won't stop until we get what we want. That's victory. That's redemption. Avenging our losses to you and winning the war. That's all that matters to Mercedes and I. And we will pack a MAJOR punch to you both like nothing before. You should have stayed out of our way.

You got lucky once. You won. Congrats.

This time, we are going to pluck your hearts out, make you bleed like stuck pigs, and have a feast as we devour you both up in every sense of the word. You wanted the best? We give you the best this time. And after this, boys and girls...there's no turning back.

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

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

 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!!!!!!!!!!!

 Hamburg, Germany
September 1st, 2018
11:00 PM

Alex entered his dressing room with the rest of his band and started to settle down.

It's been two weeks of non-stop touring, but he couldn't get the loss out of his mind. He knew that he had to step up his game and take back what's rightfully his.

But the band was hyped about the show. Ten songs they played from the record and the crowd loved it!

As Alex and the band got themselves their own drinks and celebrated the show's success, their manager burst into the room.

"We did it guys! Another 500,000 copies of the album sold and it's still getting stronger."

"We are rich beyond our dreams!"

Alex couldn't help but smile at his bandmate's comment. He's beginning to taste the first drink of stardom and have already become a household name. These group of friends knew each other in their high school days and were good musicians in their own right. Alex knew them back in the day during his time in the underground fight club scene and saw them perform and became good friends with them. Who knew that they would hook up again after all this time?

"Well, it's a good thing I called you, Ben, because this wouldn't have happened without you guys."

Ben and his friends, Mike and James, nodded towards Alex.

"Damn right man. We are a team and we're celebrating all this together."

Alex nodded back.

"It feels good to try a new path while staying on my old one, you know?"

Ben stayed behind while Mike and James went off to hang out with their friends that were talking and laughing with them.

"Still thinking about the upcoming fight?"

Alex nodded.

"Yeah, it's nothing I can't handle. I'm just looking forward to bouncing back and taking the titles. Mercedes, my tag-team partner, and I are on track and we are going to win the titles against at Violent Conduct V. No worries though, I'm still going to be pulling double-duty, playing music on my off days and traveling around the world, helping us out make money and earn success while coming back, when needed, to either defend the titles or take on someone in singles-competition."

Ben smiled.

"Well, Alex, knowing you, you're one determined man. Nothing gets in the way of what you want. Those two tag-teams won't know what hit them when they encounter you again."

Alex nodded once more.

"No worries. I got this. Let's go out and celebrate for the night."

The cameras followed the boys as they walked out of their backstage room and they had security surround them and Alex could no longer be seen as the camera faded to black.

* * *

Is this going to be yet another repeat of history itself? Don't make me laugh.

Actually, after watching the most insane promos I've come across yet since my return, I can't help but laugh ridiculously hard. I don't know as to which clown I should start destroying first, but seeing how Caleb Storm decide to dance like a fool all night long and gloat about his win, it's time I start with his sorry ass.

Let me ask you something, Caleb.

Do you know how you won? It didn't just end up being a matter of skill. It was really a matter of luck.

Somehow, you got the best of me. You pinned me to the floor. That's a fact and I can't change that.

But what saddens me is how you all of a sudden THINK that it's all going to end up being the same for you. That SOMEHOW, you think that I'm going to just lie back down, you get this miraculous pin, and you retain the titles. I'm sorry, are you living in some kind of fantasy world now? Is this what's going to happen at Violent Conduct V? Please. You really are a man of simple delusions, floating so high on a drug that it's really hard for you to come down on. Caleb, you REALLY don't have a FUCKING clue on how things work around here. And I look forward to squashing your dreams in seconds and taking back MY Mixed-Match Tag-Team titles and believe me when I tell you, Mercedes is going to kick Sam's ass all over the arena and make her as I will make you regret the fact that you should have NEVER tried to fuck with us.

See, I'm pissed. I'm pissed off at the fact that I allowed this to happen. This time,  I assure you, Caleb, things are going to be a lot more differently in the end. No more underestimating. No more games. I'm going straight for the fucking jugular and seeing as to how you decided to run your mouth and piss me off completely, ending your title reign will occur. Mark my words, Caleb, the day will come when Satan reveals himself from the depths of Hell and eat you alive and I'm going to be that guy, just this once. The biggest badass of them all coming back in full form and going to ENJOY ripping you to pieces, limb by limb. That championship reign will NOT be one for the ages, except for the part where you quickly lose the titles in a few weeks. It's going to be quite an embarrassing night for you, isn't it Caleb? Your storm may have gotten the best of me the first time, but on the second time? Nope. I'm going to use my bare fist to rip that storm out of the sky and crush it into dust.

Whether you like it or not, Caleb, you did this to yourselves. Picking up a victory against us is one thing, but taking the titles away from Mercedes and I? You've made an enemy out of us and you're not going to enjoy it. It was business at first, but now? It's personal. It's about revenge. It's taking back what you stole from us, Caleb. Sam Marlowe isn't going to be one pleasant girl by the time Mercedes gets through with her.  She's going to be the one ANGRY at you for being such a deluded, idiotic douchebag and running your mouth like a bully on a playground thinking he's all big and bad just because he got something great for once in his life and then LOST IT seconds later. Hell, son, you push me, well I'm going to push you right back, HARDER. I'm going to PUNCH and KICK you HARDER than you've ever felt before and every other move that inflicts suffering will be worse than it was before. You got nowhere to run, Caleb, nowhere to hide.

I suggest you bring those titles to Violent Conduct V and shine them up really nice for Mercedes and I.

We are Grand Slam Champions for a reason and at the PPV, she and I are going to shine even brighter than before. I know that she's going to bring her A game and so will I. Tell Sam to say her prayers before coming to the ring, because it won't save either of you from earning the biggest defeat of your careers, respectively!

London Underground again. Round 2.

OK, Daniel, you decided to run your mouth a bit. Here's my response.

Once more, you deal in bullshit. Not facts. Let's begin.

First off, I don't care for what your bitch, Charlotte, has done in her life, nor do I care to. So I'm going to wholly ignore that statement, because you really are a man that's out of your element.

Second, have you ever heard of the term "surprise?"

I mean, this was a project of mine that has been kept under the dark for a LONG TIME. This was something that I never talked about to anybody,. The album dropped on a surprise note from my social media account and it went straight to the top. It was unexpected. It was  amazing. That's the thing, jackass, you'd like to think that I'm not a success. You'd like to think that I have no success in this life. Truth is, I've been VERY successful on my own without anyone's help, YOURS INCLUDED, thank you very fucking much! And as for that gig of yours? Fuck, dude, you wouldn't have enough money in the world for me to play at your gig and I wouldn't even want to. I have no desire to associate myself with a bunch of dipshits that somehow think that I'm some kind of cretin and that I'm strange. It's nice, all these petty insults that you want to throw my way. Good for you, Daniel, whatever gets your ego loud enough for anyone to hear.

But no one is listening. No one is willing to nod your way and accept the "facts" as they were.

And let me tell you something else. I'd like to think that my music career has been pissing you off BIG TIME. So let's get to the REAL truth, shall we? You don't like me. You never have, never will. So when you see me rake in success with my album "Kings", which, by the way, hit #1 in nearly 35 countries around the world , that success reminded you of the one thing that happened; your failure. Your failure in retaining the titles. How glorious is it, Daniel, to discover that the fraud you thought I was somehow destroyed you and took it all away from you. That's why you hate me. That's why you are jealous of me, Daniel. You and your pathetic group are all envious of the fact that I came back, out of nowhere, blind-sided you with the truth, hit you hard, left you in the dust with the titles above our heads while you laid there like two dogs that just couldn't handle the fight anymore.

Trust me when I tell you, Daniel, you are sincerely underestimating me. Hell, son, I'd like to think that, by the way you responded to Caleb, you pretty much talked more about me than you did about him. Put those stupid thoughts of that man aside; he's going to be the weakest link of the group, as are you. Yes, you, the man who supposedly deals with the facts. You really are a con artist, a liar, and a fraud of your own creation. How sad, Daniel. Is this how you want to see London Underground be when it's all said and done? A bunch of fools that think they own a couple of places and think they run the town like nobody else's business? Son, you got a lot to learn and I'll be more than happy to put you in your place. Forgot the psychological warfare you're trying to instill in me, the fact is, YOU GOT BEAT. Plain and simple and I know that simple fact is going to ruffle your feathers and get under your skin, pal.

Face it, boys. I've shattered your confidence. I've destroyed your chances. I've made a mockery out of you. When you step into the ring with me, Daniel, you're going to be confronted with some hard truths. Words won't be enough, that's fine, I'll let you discover them with my fists, the fists that created MY legacy inside that ring. I don't care about your respect. I don't care if you don't like me. I don't care about ANYTHING you guys represent, say, or do. What I say or do matters. Just because I've been on tour, selling out at EVERY venue and earning my money, my success, that doesn't mean that I've forgotten about you. I knew that I would inevitably clash with London Underground. Mercedes will handle the women with no problem and both of us are going to slaughter your clan and Caleb's one-hit-wonder team and walk away with the Mixed-Tag Team championships at Violent Conduct V.

London Underground is going to suffer horribly at the pay-per-view and I look forward to ending your chances yet again and maybe end your careers. Perhaps after I've annihilated you, maybe you should be looking into a different path in life? Because this kind of work certainly doesn't fit you, scumbag!

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!!!!!!!!

 Summer XXXTreme VI. The time has come for Kain to return home and earn something he hasn't had in a long time.

Redemption.

His return made headlines all over the lines, so it was no surprise that when he landed on the helipad via a helicopter, the press were waiting like vultures swooping around a dead carcass. They were hungry to get the scoop and ask a legend questions about his match, what he has in store, how has he prepared for it, and what he aims to achieve at the end of the pay-per-view.

It was a cool, breezy morning as the helicopter landed on the Sun Princess Cruise. The cameras were already flashing from a score of photographers as the door opened and Kain stepped out and landed on his own two feet. Wearing a red shirt, black jeans, and sporting his excellent physique, his eyes show no fear as he walks through the crowd. Thousand of questions are already being hurled at his way, but he continues to move on. A few bodygrounds surround he legend and continuously tell the mob of reporters to stay back.

As he enters the main room of the Sun Princess Cruise, the doors behind him close, as well as the voices are also drowned out. He stands tall, his eyes of confidence as he takes a moment to survey his new environment.

A bright room full of people playing all sorts of casino games, ranging from black jack to poker. Games like these take luck to win. There's no such thing as skill. You just gotta be at the right place and at the right time. Daniel and Osbourne are going to be needing more than luck to survive.

"That's something they always had. Luck. It's not gonna help them this time."

As he mutters that statement to himself, he notices a crew of folks playing a game of  Black Jack. It was a game that he grew up playing after his parents died, a way for him to escape reality. He's gotten pretty good at it. He doesn't need to gamble, for no addiction was born within him and thank God it didn't develop into something powerful as that, Money was useless at this point, he's already racked up millions inside and outside of the world of fighting and he's set for life, even going as far as to making sure his kids's educations are also set. What he needs to do now is make himself happy and winning the SCW Mixed Tag Team Championship belts would finally get him back into the thick of things and if not, he will move on to more important things in the SCW.

He could have won the match that he was witnessing now. But he didn't feel like playing black jack. Taking a deep breath, he walked away from that table, maneuvering himself past slots, tables that are playing different games such as poker, and stops before an elevator. His bodygounds continue to look after him, for there are fans on the inside that are trying to mob him, men and women shouting cheers and insults towards that man. He pushed it all aside and stepped into the elevator.

The doors closed behind him.

The King Of Kings took a moment to gather his thoughts.

All he cares is about his redemption. The titles being taken off the London Underground would be the icing on the cake, but the fact is, he left on a sour note. He disappointed himself, disappointed Mercedes, disappointed all of his fans and especially his family. But he sees himself as a man that's fully focused at the task at hand. He had a series of distractions that cost him something deep. For that, he's thankful. He's thankful for the fact that Christain and Mark Ward NEVER lost faith in the King Of Kings. They see him as a man of infinite power and cruel, yet spectacular destruction. Therefore, he's now been given a chance to set things right, to disappoint the critics this time around and prove to his fans, friends, Mercedes, and his ex-wife and kids that he's back. The King of Kings has returned and he's going to set his sights on three things.

Either Daniel or Osbourne, doesn't matter who. The Freebird implemention rule, in which either man can be in the ring, used to piss him off when he first heard about it. Now he doesn't care who it is, because their asses are going to get kicked and destroyed in the end.

The WCW Mixed-Tag Team championships. He wanted to get back on the top of the world and since he received the opportunity, he had to give it his all. And so much more if he were to survive. After all, Mercedes was right about one thing; he indeed took the fall. This time? It will be London Underground to take the fall and be sent home packing, crying like two bitches about losing the titles.

His happiness. The SCW was his home away from home and he spent hours traveling around the world, with or without his family, competing against various opponents in different matches. Of course, he would win a lot of matches, even championship belts and becoming the first=ever Grand=Slam champion in SCW history. And when he loses, he would get mad at himself, yet pick himself up and continue fighting. But no matter what happened to him, he was ALWAYS happy competing in front of the fans in a legitimate sports. He no longer had to hide in the shadows and win fights that were illegal and made a ton of money out of it before moving on to legitimate sports fighting and then to SCW. This is his home and he has missed it for such a long time.

As he stepped out of the elevator on the fifth floor, he turned to the right and headed straight to the premium room that was already reserved and paid for. He entered the room and closed it behind him. His bags were neatly placed on the floor and he was thinking of training in a private gym, also reserved for him.

But a new sight stopped him.

He walked over to the windows and glanced down, spotting a group of people doing a tour of the cruise and checking out the sights, the Discovery Of Sea program. Kids and adults mingling as they were soaking it all in.

The King Of Kings looked at the sea as the waves were rolling up and down, the memories of his time here in the ring were rushing back to him. He stood and fought his demons alone. The ring was the one place where he could truly feel alive. Would the crowd embrace him again? Would they welcome back a hero worthy of their time and patience? Everywhere else, it's true that everyone still followed him on social media. Facebook, Instragram, Twitter, the whole nine yards. But would SCW welcome back a former champion and now soon-to-be tag-team champion? Only time would tell....

He cranked his neck back and forth, determined to finally settle things once and for all. Nothing in the world would stop him from accomplishing the task at hand. Dragons can be slayed by knights, monsters from Hell can be killed with weapons, and professional fighter turned wrestler can take out fake Mafia boys that have more than likely lied, cheated, and stole their way to victories. But none of those foolish tactics will work on the King Of Kings now. He's the most unstoppable force on the planet. The only thing that could stop him was Death, the grim reaper with the scythe whose would let him know that his time was up.

And even then?

Kain, The King Of Kings, would defy even Death, for his immorality was already set in stone. Long after he's gone, the people will remember his name.

His cell phone was buzzing from within his pants pocket, putting an end to his musings. He took out his IPhone X and answered the call.

Kain: Yeah, what do you want Mike?

His secretary was apparently under stress as he told his new boss of a crisis back at his headquarters in Los Angeles, CA. His brows furrowed in anger.

Kain: Well, I suggest you take care of it, I have a huge match to worry about and I can't be allowed any distractions. I'll see you when I get back!

He ended the call and slipped it back into his pocket. He turned around and picked up a gym bag before leaving his personal room, closing the door behind him.

* * *

Last time, boys, I spoke to you of a beginning and an end. I spoke to you both about how we experience it and what will happen to us. The bottom line is that one team will win, the other will lose. I expect this to be the case here when Mercedes and I tackle you head-on for those belts that you carry around like the One Ring that Gollum covets in the Lord Of The Rings. It's the one similar thing that you both and that pitiful creature have in common. Both of you are going to lose the Ring and both of you will die.

Two facts about to be true with one kill.

Still don't believe me? That's fine. Let me tell you about something else instead.

I'm going to tell you of how the match is going to be. It's going to be Mercedes and I finally getting on the same page, finally working together to accomplish the goal of being Tag-Team champions. It's going to be the two of us kicking your asses, shoving all your teeth down your throats, and publicly embarrassing the hell out of you creeps. Imagine that, it will be our finest hour, while it will be your darkest hour in your worthless careers. Tag-team match with any stipulation thrown in? Wouldn't make a damn difference to either one of us, Mercedes and I will find a way to get the job done. Be VERY glad that this show is not a no-disqualification match or anything like that, because it's my kind of match and I'm willing to bend and break the rules, to make sure that it all ends in our favor.

But it's just a normal tag match. Does that increase the odds in your favor?

Hell fucking no!

Mercedies and I are two of the biggest badasses on the planet and with our combined forces, London Underground, we are going to rip you both apart.

Piece by piece.

Until there is nothing left for you to collect in the aftermath.

See, all this confidence that I have is regained since my downfall. I stayed away rom the public eye and studied everything about myself and attempting to bring myself back to who I was. It took me a LONG TIME to get there. I won't tell you of the process, because neither of you scumbags deserve to hear it, but it reawakened me. It brought back to my focus on life and what I really wanted to be doing. Yeah, it hurt that my family is not there anymore, though we stay in contact still. But it was the next step in the evolution of the King Of Kings. I strengthened everything about mysef; mentally, physically, spiritually, have balance in life. And I'm back with the single, honed intent of destroying the legend that you both are trying to write for ourselves and getting back something which was taken away from me when I left.

My happiness.

My goal on being on top of the world.

You both are the only ones standing in my way, Daniel and Osbourne.

Do you still think that I'm a joke, that I can just be laughed at and sent packing home? If so, both of you are a pack of fools!

I have stood tall against small fries and tall giants. I have won and lost minor and major battles. I don't see this battle as another day at the office anymore. I don't see this as a simple fight that can be easily won. No. I see this fight as a way of confronting my demons and overcoming everything that I've had to go through since the last Blast Of The Past that I was involved in. Am I sorry for letting everyone down? Absolutely. The fans, Mercedes, my friends, my family, everyone.

But I'm back now. The King Of Kings has healed from his injuries and his confidence has returned to full-form. No need to point the finger and try to use my past against me. You're gonna have to stop pretending that the past is the same as the present. It's not. The present is an entirely different beast and I'm going to stand against one of you, doesn't really matter who, the brainless, small idiot or the big, ugly douchebag that thinks he's downright amazing. None of you can compare to my greatness and what I have accomplished in the past. Today is what happens.

Do you know what's going to happen to Summer XXXTreme VI?

No? Here's what is going to happen.

Blood will be spilled. A lot of it. Pain will be felt. But I'm the best at this game. I can handle the pain as well as deliver it. I'm the king of the underground and have gone through many confrontations in my time. You punks will be NO DIFFERENT. You heard me correctly; I don't bow to a group of idiots who claim to be the best as what they do. You have yet to prove a damn thing to me, boys. You're not men, just boys who are too scared of the truth. Too scared to face the ultimate conflict in your lives and losing. Losing is exactly what you're going to do. Your blood will be paved all over the ring and outside of it. I'm going to enjoy breaking every bone in your body and watching you both suffer while I laugh in your faces. The King Of Kings is known for pain and no one wants to feel it.

But you both are going to. Why? Because you both will be EASY targets to deal with. Mercedes can handle either woman on her own, so I'm not too worried about her deal. As long as she has my back, I'll have hers. I just hope that she knows that I won't fail her or anyone else. It's going to be our time, boys, The King Of Kings and Mercedes will take the belts off your hands and we will show you both EXACTLY how it will be done. Mercedes and I will be ready for any obstacle that is thrown our way.

London Underground will be the first to feel our sting. Neither you boys or the two women in your worthless clan have a clue as to what you're up against.

I have changed myself for the better. I am in a better place. New moves, new mindset, new everything. This old dog has some new tricks up his sleeve and I'm still at my VERY best, regardless of the loss. I'm back, London Underground, and I want that message to be heard loud and cloud. Not just towards the locker room or the champions, but everyone will fear my name once again.

No one is safe.

I hope you both are prepared for the fight of your lives. Summer XXXTreme VI will be my greatest triumph, while it will be your greatest failure!

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!!!!!!

 Out of my way!

I bellowed that statement as I pushed a few people aside and opened up the doors to a famous bar called Cliff's Bell. My wife was was me for the night, as we hired a babysitter to watch over the kids.

We didn't want to go to a famous restaurant for our date night. Instead, a table with a few drinks will do.

Taking my hand, my wife pulled me into the crowd and we walked through them. Techno music was blaring and people were dancing on the dance floor, having a good time already. Me, on the other hand, I just wanted to relax in a seat and enjoy the night's festivities, even if it was noisy!

We found ourselves a table and sat down. A waiter came over and pulled out a pad and pencil. He knew us from before, since we've frequented the bar planet of times during our stay here in Detroit.

Waiter: What will your order be?

We both said water only and that we would check the menus in awhile. As he left, I took my wife's hands and we stared at each other's eyes.

Then she spoke.

Ariel: Are you ready for the match?

I nodded. We were secluded enough to the point of where the music wasn't as loud as it should be, so we were able to hear ourselves quite clearly.

Kain: I'm as ready as I can be, love. All of my preparations are complete and I'm as good as I can be. Rage and Steve Ramone will not be pleased with what I'm about to do to them.

Ariel: But what about your three losses?

I shook my head.

Kain: Well, I didn't do any thing wrong. People got in my way all the time and I don't like it when some tall, muscular idiot like Casey Williams try to take it all away from me, so I walked out on him. People should know better. He didn't. I'm not worried about those losses.

I took a quick look at the crowd and gestured towards them.

Like Rage, like Steve Ramone, they are simply in a state of unknowing or not caring about the situation they are in. They are complacent, thinking that nothing will change. But I'm not one of those people, Lisa. When I want something, I take it. I'm going to take myself out of this crowd and put myself in a league of my own standing and caliber. That way, people can look at me and know for a fact that he's truly the real deal. I never stopped believing in myself, not once. This is nothing more but a setback. I'm ready to go back into that ring and claim the title for my own, beautiful.

The waiter returned with our glasses of water and set them down on the table.

Waiter: Anything else you guys need at the moment?

We shook our heads in response and he walked away as we resumed our conversation.

Ariel: I know that you got this, Alex. You've always seemed to find a way to get the job done, as you've always been. No doubt the SCW Internet championship belt will be yours, but Rage and Steve Ramone try to sell themselves as better men. They're not. I've seen how they fight and while their strengths look and seem powerful, there's always a weakness to them and I know that you'll be able to expose those weaknesses in no time.

Kain: I know, I've got this. This is really going to be a piece of cake. But for now, let's enjoy the rest of the night to ourselves. I'll deal with those assholes later. Let's go out to the dance floor and have a good time, shall we?

After drinking a little bit of water, we stepped out of our table and started making our way to the dance floor. A lot of people recognized me from the dance floor and wished luck to me for the match, which I thanked him for. But I'm not going to be so nice to either of those men.

As I started dancing the night away with Ariel, my mind continues to think a lot of the match and what it's in store for me. If I'm able to defeat Steve and Rage somehow, then it's going to be a major feat for me.

Both of them will regret messing with me for a long time....

* * *

Kain: In my world, I'm the one that rules everything. I'm the one that knows how to get the job done and walk away like it's no one else's business! To tell me that I won't be handed the title? To be told that you're going to stay as a champion? To be told that I won't earn anything at all?

Such bullshit!

See, when I'm around here, it's best that you do WHAT YOU'RE TOLD and when that happens, there won't be any fucking problems. But someone like Rage, who is in complete denial of my skill and strength, is finally going to discover the cold, hard facts - what you say isn't going to happen. What you say isn't going to be the way you turned out at the end of the night. I find myself in utter disbelief that this worthless piece of shit, is somehow sticking to his guns and clinging onto this serious belief that he's walking out of that match alive and with the title.

Neither will happen and I honestly doubt that Steve Ramone will be able to do anything against me either. I'm not even convinced by the arguments that these two rejects continue to try and shove down my throats! In fact, I find it both pitiful and laughable that guys like Steve Ramone and Rage are fully functioning as brainless souls. It's time to take out two trash bags, dump these two clowns into them, and throw away the trash, because I'm done with these fools that think they're better than me in some form. I'm sick to death hearing about how I have NO CHANCE or that I'm irreverent! Excuse me, assholes, but my accomplishments speak for themselves and I'm not going away anytime soon. Both of you dipshits better realize this fact now. Kain doesn't move for any man and their ideologies!

Rage. I'll get to you in a bit, because Steve's far more annoying to deal with than you. Let me focus...on my RAGE for Steve Ramone for a bit, if you will. Ha!

Steve Ramone, for all of your senseless tirades, this is by far the worst that I've ever had to deal with.

Let's talk about the first loss that I was handed to since coming back. First and foremost, you seem to forget the fact that it was Rage who costed me the match on behalf of YOUR FAVOR. It wasn't justified retaliation on his part, but rather a moment of anger that's sadly misplaced! Second, your ability as a wrestler doesn't equate to my ability. You see, I HAD YOU. I was STILL going to get back up and fighting on, like how I always do. You cannot handle me in a one-on-one situation. You cannot do anything unless you have found some method of cheating or when you're with friends.

You didn't pin me. You didn't submit me.

I suggest you let both facts sink into that thick skull of yours. When I face you again, next time, in a one-on-one combat situation, Rage won't be saving you this time. In fact, no one will. But this situation allows me to finally kill two birds with one stone. I DO belong in this match. Hell, I belong in ANY championship match that I'm given at any point, at any time! Why should I need to suffer your worthless presence these days? You do not belong in this match. You are a coward. That fact was proven when your "awesome" music blew up in my face and allowed Connor Murphy the win. I put the blame on you.

It was no happy accident! It was done PURELY BY DESIGN! You HATE ME. You HATE everything that I stand for, as does Rage, the only thing that you both have in common when it comes to me. You do not want me to be there, so you're trying to do EVERYTHING in your power to get into my world and try to faze me. That's not going to work at all. All you've done is push me to the very limit and now it's exploded! I hope you're truly happy in getting what you wanted out of me this time. The beast that's inside is coming out to play and he's NOT in a happy mood.

Do you know what that means, Steve?

Your death. Your ultimate destruction!

And please, don't bother getting me into the guilt trip about Casey Williams's sad predicament! I knew he wasn't up to the goods. I knew that he wouldn't be able to do the job. In fact, I NEVER needed him. That's why I walked away. I don't care - he doesn't deserve to be in the same spotlight as I do. Only I need to be there and I'm not going to share it with ANYONE ELSE. So I'll be glad to do what's best for me and not what's best for anybody else. So don't you EVER tell me that I did the wrong thing. Asshole. I did the right thing for Casey and for everyone else that saw the final match. That loss is not my fault and it's certainly not my responsibility to carry someone that has not been doing well for himself. He's a failure in both life and in wrestling. No need to deal with pathetic garbage.

Like you. Like Rage.

See, when I take a look at the card, I'm supposed to be in excellent matches that DO demand my time. But this? How am I supposed to take this match seriously when I got two numbskulls that think they are everything they claim to be...and yet they're not? You claim to be the guy that has it all, but once I destroy you, how would you feel then? Worthless, of course. A failure, if you will. But I'm only in this match for the sake of the title alone. It's MINE TO HAVE. It's MINE to claim! Rage should have done what I simply asked and walked away. You should have to - my glorious achiemenvets alone should have been enough to instill enough fear into you. But it seems like it's not enough. A severe beating will have to do if my point has to be proven around here. I'm not afraid of you. I'm not afraid of Rage.

What can you do to a man that's afraid of nothing?

Look deep inside yourself, Steve. All you have is a couple of friends, some hot chick, and your inadequate wrestling career. It's not enough to save you from the Hell I'm about to put you through, Steve. You should have ran when I gave you the chance, but since you decided to somehow grow up a pair and stand up to me, then I'm afraid you're going to end up paying the ultimate price. That's not my fault - it's yours. Time for you to bow down to the King and constantly beg for forgiveness, and admit the fact that I'm your fucking superior in EVERY WAY!

I'm not talking about my awesome looks, Steve.

I'm talking about my skill.

My strength.

My ability.

My intelligence!

After all, Steve, as the saying goes, "Rome wasn't built in a day." I developed my look to be as flawless and sublime as it can possibly. Your stupid looks, your poor choice of words, your idiotic judgments, and your abyssal antics have done NOTHING to impress me. Luck saved you from me by Rage's hand and you cost my match against Connor Murphy. Now you're going to pay. The beast is unleashed and there's no turning back for a deluded, ignorant asshole like you!

Rage.

Where do I begin with your idiocy?

To tell me that I've lost three matches. To tell me that I don't belong or that I'm irreverent.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Is this what I've come to expect from the guy that has MY TITLE?

I can't believe you'd be THIS STUPID!.

Rage, let me make a couple of things clear to you. Yes, I've attacked you from behind and I've my intentions clear.

But really, who's the pussy-ass BITCH around here? Certainly ain't me! I did my job correctly! I told you exactly what I wanted from my devastating assault against you in the last Supercard. I WANT YOUR TITLE. IT IS MINE TO CLAIM AND IT IS MINE TO HAVE! What you should have done is accepted the fact that I'm much more tougher, aggressive, and a lot stronger than you, handed over my title, and walked away! But NO! You HAD to dat same thing to me, because you're nothing but a WORTHLESS BITCH! You attacked me from behind, you screamed into my ear, telling me some of the most stupidest crap I've EVER had to hear (all, which by the way, was heard AND IGNORED COMPLETELY!) and walked away like you had a good time.

That's nothing new. Certainly nothing relevant! Do you know the extent of your stupidity and how far it's grown up to this point? It's blown up to the point of where I've said ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.

And you did that to me in the first match that I came back to. YOU DID THIS. YOU! You couldn't leave me well enough alone. Steve Ramone was going to perish by my hands and you saved him. And here I thought you weren't a team-player that didn't need anyone. Obviously, you wanted to AID Steve Ramone and pissing me off at the same time with that loss. I'm not going to take that down easily. Somehow, you CARE enough about keeping people alive long enough for you to finish the job, Rage.

That's you. You doing what you always do - let them live long enough to suffer your punishment. But what about you? Have you been through hell before? Not like this, Rage. You may have faced and beaten me before, but trust me, when I'm done with inflicting enough pain and suffering onto you, you won't be getting up. You won't be getting back the SCW Internet championship belt and as far as I'm concerned, you're not getting the belt EVER AGAIN!

So tell me - when I do win the match, that's going to make you frown, isn't it? Good! Because I'll be the one smiling!

After all, I'm considered the biggest draw in SCW Wrestling history. I deserve everything I've gotten and more. Why I left is honesty none of your business, Rage. I came back now and that's what you should be worried about. You tell your friends that you're not nervous about the match - BUT YOU SHOULD BE! Not because of Steve Ramone, of course. I mean, who gives two fucks about that guy? I don't and I'm surprised that YOU ARE more concerned about him than I, a great mistake for you to make, if you ask me. But that's why I'm here for this match.

Because the bosses decided it.

Because they knew that I would make them more money than anyone else ever could, even J2H. That's the only thing that I agree with you on - so far, he's doing a great job, but once he faces me, it's going to be a different story to tell, believe me on that! But to tell me that your boy, Despayre, will win it? I'd like to see him try...AND FAIL!

Because they know that I deserve something special around my waist once more.

Because the fans demand me! Unlike you, they crave a BETTER MONSTER than you will ever be. I don't care how tough you look or how intelligent you try to pose yourself. Neither factor doesn't bother me IN THE SLIGHTEST! A lot of people have pushed me to their limits, but one way or another, I THRIVE! I SURVIVE! I LIVE TO EXIST AND EVENTUALLY WIN! This is going to be one of those moments, Rage, where you're going to think differently about me. Everyone does, one way or another.

By taking away your SCW Internet championship belt, you're not going to be the man of the house anymore. I AM! I suggest you start getting that cold, hard fact into your brain, Rage. I'm done with you. I'm done with assholes like you who think they are better than me, who think they can do what they believe. None of that matters to me. I'm an SCW Hall-Of-Famer! I'm the first-ever Grand-Slam champion! I've already knocked it out of the ballpark plenty of times before you ever made a dent into my world. It's my life, my choices, my rules, Rage, and you'd be wise to obey them all.

I'm not wrong in ANYTHING.

I do what I want!

I do what I please! If I decide that someone's ass needs to get kicked, then FUCK YES I will!

You do not have the authority or the power to tell me what's factual, what's right, or important. In fact, you mean NOTHING to me at all. At Summer XXXTreme, I plan on changing your worthless, fucking life by putting YOU back to the bottom of the food chain! I plan on making you bleed and cry like the PUSSY-ASS BITCH THAT YOU ARE!!!!!! Once I'm done with you, I will be the one laughing in your FACE, because I plan on stopping you and putting an end to your reign! Nothing you can say or do to me at this point will hurt me.

I'm done talking to these clueless fools! When Sunday arrives, there's no chance in either of you walking away from the title. I am the King and when you step into my court, your only chance at mercy is BOWING to me and acknowledging the fact that I am AMAZING in every way possible. You dare to strike me down and I'll put you both down for good. When that happens, two bodies, filled with blood and crippled bones, will be broken and left for dead. I don't care whose bones I break or who I chose to make an example out of; by the end of the night, I will be the NEXT SCW Internet champion!  Trust me, I may have lost three matches, but I plan on winning the war and ending up victorious when it's all said and done.

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!!!!!!!!!!!