[Kain]

 It's been a long day for me.

Rather, a long week.

Training takes up a lot of my time, along with spending time with Ariel. Not to mention promotion work on behalf of the SCW, but I won't have to work on the latter half once I take over the SCW for myself. Becoming a champion is the first step in that plan and it will be realized. For now, I'm confident, knowing how glorious the upcoming battle will turn out to be. I know, for a fact, that Damon Synn and Nick Jones will be the next victims to fall. Neither will rise on the occasion and see their dream realized. Only I will come out on the top and emerge victorious. There is no other result that will satisfy me, because in the end, they all know that revenge will be delivered on my own time and place and they won't appreciate hurting me initally. You either give me what I want or I'll pummel you into submission and get the intended result. And when you try to block my path to glory or throw me into a match in which there is the point of no return for me, I throw it all back to you and laugh in your face like the evil god that I am today.

But I wasn't an evil god when I slept. Sleeping provides dreams and dreams can turn into nightmares.

Sleeping next to Ariel at the Bellagio in Las Vegas, Neveda, I endured a nightmare that brings so much pain, the reason why I am the man today. I floated, unable to move, yet was carried towards a destination. All was in darkness and I couldn't see a thing for awhile. However, I was unafraid, knowing to expect the unexpected and to be ready at all times. Tonight, though, I discovered a surprise that I didn't expect at all.

At some point during the nightmare, I stopped floating and was able to land on my two feet. I was in my wrestling gear, more like my MMA gear, because that's what I wear when I enter the ring. White tape wrapped around my fists and feet, a pair of trunks that has my wrestling name and logan to go with it, with no shirt. I am proud of my muscular body and proudly display it with the utmost authority, knowing that it's the type of body that all men dream about getting, yet are too stupid or lazy to go after it. Even if they did, none of their pathetic bodies would compare to what I achieved with my own body. Tattoos were all over me, symbols with meanings that I keep to myself. My sharp, hazel eyes scanned my surroundings and finally see two figures approaching. Not knowing who they are, I immediately get into my fighting stance, ready to face any danger thrown at me. The two figures stopped within ten feet of my position and my eyes widen with shock and I slowly dropped out of my fighting dance, my jaw dropped to the floor.

It was my parents. My parents, who were killed in a gang crossfire. They were at the wrong place and at the wrong time. Their deaths changed everything for me and not in the good way. I saw them both, with a pair of wings on their backs, halos hovering above their heads, clothed in white robes. They remain the same as I remember them; young and alive, their eyes full of intelligence. I still remember memories of them watching over me, supportive and protective in everything that I did and was going to do. Would they still feel the same way about me, their only son?

Mother? Father?

Both of them nodded.

Why?

Why what, mother?

Why did you disappoint us both? We were hoping for you to carry on, with a new life and nothing but a positive attitude. Why did your turn your back on everything that was good about you? You weren't going to be raised in a bad fashion, Alex!

No! I am doing exactly what needs to be done; to survive. I've already accomplished a lot more and I keep thinking that both of you would have been proud of me by this point. I'm a billionaire; I'm set-up for life. I fight in a legit sport that I am passionate about; fighting. Why do you feel this way?

Because this is not the life we envisioned for you, son. We wanted to become a man that made a difference in other people's lives, not ruin them!

<Font color=yellow>But I am! Don't you get it? Thanks to what I've done in this world, millions of people can't help but ask about me! They want to know everything and anything about me! I've turned into the biggest success the world has evern known. Little boys dream of becoming a man like me and little girls can't help but admire me from a distance! You should be happy for me!

And yet, you keep on blaming yourself for not able to do anything to prevent our deaths?

I tried to speak, but something in my throat forbade it. Instead, I fumed in silence, angry about the statement.

<Font color=green>Son, there was nothing you could have done. It's the way of life and we have already come to accept our fate. You need to carry on and make the world a better place by becoming the man that you were born to me. Yes, we are happy that you are now staying clean and getting out of that illegial underground fighting and instead choose to fight in a legit, successful business. Yes, we are proud of the man that we see today, but we don't like the way you treat others to get what you want. That is not the way!

Father. It's the only way I know how to survive.

My parents stayed in silence for a long time as I impatiently waited for them to say something. When I could no longer stand the silence, I yelled as loud as I could.

Will you both say something please? What did I do to deserve your disappointment?

Instead of answering my question, both of them turned around and started walking away from me. I started to run, wanting to keep the conversation going, yelling for my parents. But they kept on going and it felt like I was running in slow-motion while they were power-walking at mach-speed. Moments later, they disappeared and I heard one final sentence from them both.

"We love you, Alex. No matter what."

I heard their voices, felt the statement hammer my brain, and I shuddered, wishing them back on Earth, anything to see them come back, a way to change things if I could. Then I screamed loudly.

The nightmare ended and I sat upright, waking up in a sweat, screaming. Ariel quickly turned on the lights and held me close. She looked into my eyes, unsure of what just happened. I eventually calmed myself down and tried to explain the nightmare to her, tears running down my face like little soldiers taking bullets and falling down a long hill. Her warm body comforted me greatly and she slowly laid me down. She whispered into my ear, promising me that everything would be OK. My right fist was clenching with rage and anger, feeling the blood rushing through my veins.

My thoughts then turned to the match, the one battle that will decide everything for me. All I wanted to do now was to destroy Damon and Nick Jones and take my place as the next SCW Heavyweight champion.

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Damon Synn.

I want you to think about three names right now. Steven Klein, Saint Patty, and Old Skool.

Now think about the fight that you had with all three. Think about how easy it was, how dominating you turned out to be, how there was no challenge.

Now think one last time, but on what happens when you become the SCW World Heavyweight champion. Each and every week, you walk into the ring, you slay your entire competition. But you use the same tactics, you rely on your strength and size, and you get easy wins every time. By repeating your acts, each and every week, ratings will go down very quickly. Audiences around the world will be displeased with your performances, week after week, and will want to switch to a different channel. Our "bosses" will be very disappointed to see a man like you falter quickly, no longer seeing any kind of potential or promise of this revolution that you highly speak of. So why is that?

It's because you are unoriginal. It's because you refuse to acknowledge the fact that there are better foes than you. Better foes who already have outclassed you in every aspect, from speed to power. Better foes who aren't afraid of any challenge, who are willing to go so far to destroy anyone to get the job done. Better foes LIKE ME and that is something you unfortunately refuse to see out of me. You unfortunately don't see me as a threat, but as a joke.

A joke, you tell me?

I dispute that, all the way. You tell me that I'm a joke whose gone's from point A to point B without earning anything. One problem with that, Damon; I fought longer than you ever have, starting at a young age and worked my way up from the underground fighting scene to where I am today. I don't think you've accomplished this or even discovered your passion for battle until a later age. I doubt that it entered your mind that you'd want to be in this profession until sometime way later in this life. Therefore, this "joke", as you see it, clearly has more experience and skill than you could possibly fathom in that clueless mind of yours, Damon. Tell me something, you worthless dumbfuck, how far will strength and size carry you to that "revolution" of yours? The answer is obvious; nowhere. You aren't me in the slightest. Unlike you, I don't drive around, talk with people, or ponder useless bullshit that doesn't have anything to do in the scheme of things. No. I train constantly, to be the best, to be ruthless, to be pure evil. You don't. You don't like to research as much because you think you know everything there is to know about your opponents. Simply put, you don't have a clue.

Now, as far as I'm concerned, I'm not worried about either you or Nick Jones. Nick Jones, as far as I'm concerned, doesn't really care much for the battle ahead, which makes him a paper champion. He's nothing to me and the same goes for you, Damon. All of your accomplishments and fights in the past and present mean nothing to me. Fact is, you haven't been tested by a man like me. A fighter like me...no, a God, a Demon...LIKE ME. The good news, about this whole debacle, is that you will fail to pass the challenge before you. Do you honestly know how great it will feel to end your minor streak and burn it to the ground forever? Do you know how it will feel to shove every insult, every lie, every boast, and every praise down your throat? It's going to feel excellent, because you know that I am a king that will rule all over his subjects and they will make them all bow to me, just like how you will, Damon.

You will look into my eyes and feel nothing but pain, suffering, and regret. You will finally come to understand, as all the others before you, that I am a man of my word. It doesn't matter if you try to attack me from behind or if you try to infuriate me by losing the match on my time. One way or another, Damon, all of these folks will not endure my rage all too well and will only feel my sting for all eternity. You, Damon, will come to see, first-hand, how powerful I am. This match, as I spoke before, is my playground and I intend on using anything and everything within my power to not only destroy what's left of you and Nick Jones, but to laugh in your faces and walk out as the SCW Heavyweight champion. Once that's accomplished, a new era will be unleashed and no one will be able to defeat me. Face it, Damon; even before you entered my world, you felt it on your bones; you weren't safe at all either.

You couldn't help but watch and grow jealous of my success. After all, you want to so badly destroy me. Why? To put me in my place? A foolish goal, nothing more but a pipe dream.

So I'll tell you this. Start preparing yourself for a revolution - MY REVOLUTION. Fact is, you should be the one taking notes, because unlike you, I'll be bringing something new to the table, each and every week. I'm not just a wrestler, I'm an all-around combatant. I dazzle the crowd every time with my superior skill, I make short work of them and most importantly, I know they are easy prey to toy with and kill. You're no monster; you're a fledging that deserves a horrible death at my hands.

When that moment comes, Damon, you will savor it and thank me. It's the least you can do after I deliver the beating of your life and walk away with the SCW Heavyweight championship belt!

And of course, there's Nick Jones.

Now Damon, you talk about jokes? You're looking at him.

You see, Nick, I don't wish to live the type of life you are in now. The type of life where you don't get to fight much, sit down, and do stupid commentary. The type of life where you and your boss are best friends and he has his hopes pinned on a paper champion that hasn't achieved a lot of success at either here. You get my drift by this point, don't you? In all honesty, you really haven't impressed me, your new king. And when a king is angry that one of his subjects isn't doing what he's supposed to do, he has no choice but to remove him from his kingdom forever. It's the way of things, the law of the jungle, so to speak; Nick, basically, what I'm saying is, just like Damon, you are insignificant and weak around here. You don't belong in the SCW or any other federation. You need to be eliminated.

But then again, seeing me will only make you run away, won't it? Just like how you ran away from that worthless bookie and his security guard? A true champion never backs down from any confrontation. I faced many adversaries, whether it was one man to ten men or more, and I didn't have a problem with any of them. See, Nick, fans want to see the bad guy that isn't afraid to look death in the eye and laugh at it, because he knows that he'll come out victorious each and every time. Tell me, do you honestly believe that I'm scared of the battle ahead? Do you really think that either you or Damon, either on your own or temporary allied yourselves with each, can hurt me? I've felt pain before and it's nothing new to me. In other words, I'm immune to pain and what makes me dangerous than the two of you combined is the fact that the punishment I've delivered is unlike anything you've felt before. Consider Blaze Of Glory to be the worst day of your life, because I'm going to ruin your celebration and turn your world upside down with what I have planned for you.

So you may as well forget about people like Mark Ward or any of your worthless friends that helped you or have some kind of connection with. You may also want to get that ego in check, prepare yourself for the fight of your life, because it's a fight you're going to lose.

To me, the championship represents everything to me. I'm the man of the hour, Nick Jones, and the honor of being champion belongs to me only. You don't get the job done. You aren't entertaining, original, or refreshing in the public eye. Fact is, no one ever talks about you, except in the negative way, of course. Everything I've heard about you is true; you are nothing but a smug, arrogant bastard who is willing to fight and run away like a coward, because the gold entitles you to some merit in the eyes of your fans and critics. Let me tell you something, Nick Jones; all you've ever done with the SCW Heavyweight championship is tainted it. My last encounter with you backs me up; you allowed your overconfidence to steal the spotlight and it earned you just another loss under your belt. Is that how you wish to go out at Blaze Of Glory, Nick? A loser? Well, you won't have a choice in the matter, because I'm about to take it all away from you. I'm better than you, Nick Jones, in every way possible. You cannot deny my skill or power in the ring and I cannot wait to display my superiority over you and Damon and walk away with the championship.

After all, the brutality of our battle will be constant. Already, I can imagine what I can possibly do against the two of you, Nick and Damon. No-DQ? Fine by me! I can go with a chair and injure your backs to the point of where you are unable to lift yourselves up to the ground. So why not put one of you through a table or two? And of course, I would imagine weapons underneath the ring and I can use them at anytime. See, that's something else that neither of you do not understand about me; I have nothing to lose. You can't tie me to my past, any connections, any material possessions I own, nothing. You can't play mind games with me, psychologically, and any kind of verbal razor you try to shave me with doesn't damage me. No amount of verbal, mental, or physical abuse will faze me, basically. That's my point. I'm pretty much an indestructible machine that's programmed to destroy anything in order to get everything he wants. I'm not a good man that abides by the rules; I break and bend them in the way I see fit, something that neither of you can do. So that's a question I want you both to reflect upon; are you willing to go all the way to defeat me or will you hold back in the end? Let's face it; this match will end in the result that I desire; my victory, your losses.

I'll say that one more time, so that you can think about it for not a second, but for a long time afterwards.

My victory. Your losses.

Victory is all I desire for in this easy fight. Yes, I said it would be easy. Easy because none of the competition scare me in the slightest and none will provide a challenge, whether you are a new rival or an old adversary. It makes no difference to me! Blaze Of Glory will usher in the era of The King, an era that is under my rule. Anything I say, you will follow. Anything I do, you will love every second of me and force you to beg for more. After that night, I will re-appear from the ashes a new man, fulfilling a promise that he made and will have kept when it's said and done, Damon and Nick. Meanwhile, while I'm the one to celebrate my impending win and strapping the title around my waist, both of you will be left battered, broken, and defeated. After Blaze Of Glory, neither of you will no longer doubt my prowess inside and outside the ring. So go ahead; spit out your ineffective arguments, bring out your laughable insults, and continue to drown yourselves in a sea of lies and bullshit. In the end, my actions will speak louder than words and I will be the one walking out of Blaze Of Glory as the NEW SCW champion while both of you will walk out of that dark night with scars and a painful memory to keep you both in place for all time. Everything I said before and now is the truth; you both will be crushed by me without a second thought. I've warned you both not to come after me; both of you refused. Now it's time for you to pay the price for your actions. I hope you both are ready for not just the fight of your life, but to bow down and accept me as the greatest fighter of them all.

Kain. The King Of Kings and soon-to-be NEW SCW Heavyweight champion!