I hate having to leave, especially with two kids crying, but a match is on the way and should I emerge victorious, I’ll be earning more money than anyone could ask for in their lifetime!
I also hate it when some reporter tries to sneak up on you in order to get some answers from last week’s Climax Control, but that’s what happened to me on this cold, Friday morning.
For a day like this, there can be no sun. Black clouds hovered over the sky, above the mansion that Ariel and I live in, with our two kids, Arthur and Rose. Even if I wanted to stay behind and play with my kids all day long, I can somehow hope that they discover, in time, that I have a job to perform and everything I do is for them now, all three of them, in fact. Even more cooler is the fact that I’m placed in a championship match for the second time. Last week, due to some…interference from Mark Ward, I was not able to make it to the match in time. However, Mark Ward is incredibly stupid for a man his age; I found a way around his nefarious scheme and did make it to California, enabling myself enough time to kick Jordan Williams’s ass and gain some revenge for what he did to my arm, even if it meant helping Casey Williams, a man that I’ll never be friends with, for I still have a score to settle with him. In this case, however, we had a common enemy and both of us merely saw an opportunity in getting some payback.
Mark Ward will be dealt with this week, once I return to San Jose. Unfortunately, as I was putting in the rest of my bags into the back of my red Mustang convertible car, I heard the voice of Pussy Willow, who arrived at my home through a limo of her own, and rushed at me with a microphone that went straight before her lips, asking her question.
Pussy: We all know that Mark Ward was behind the plan of delaying your flight in order for you to not have your match the first time around. What do you plan on doing to counter him?
I snarled angrily at the new threat, forcing Pussy Willow to take a few steps back.
Kain: How dare you! How dare you intrude on my home, my privacy! Who do you think you are? We didn’t schedule any interview at all and yet, you HAD to force such a thing down my throat at this early hour? You stupid girl! Due to your actions, you won’t be getting an answer to your question. In fact, I plan on addressing Jordan Williams and Mark Ward when I arrive at the arena in San Jose, California. In the meantime, I’m going after the tag-team championships this week, with or without Lucian Frost’s help. Sinful Obsession and The Young Lions are of little significance to me, even now, when I face down those fools and take away their hopes and dreams by winning the titles! Everything that I ever wanted will finally happen at this week’s Climax Control and there’s not a damn thing that anyone can do about it, not even Mark Ward himself! Do you understand me? Now get out of my sight, you worthless woman!
Dismissing her completely with a wave of my hand, I headed back inside, slamming the door shut behind me, forcing Pussy Willow to stand outside, braving the chilly morning until she sighed, shook her head, then went back inside limo and drove off.
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Let’s get this fact out of the way; tag-team matches are not my specialty. In the past, I’ve dealt with plenty of losses that were not my fault. Events and circumstances got in the way of achieving true victory and to be honest, I’m not sure how I’ll feel about this one. So, despite my reservations, I have to place my blind faith in the four winds yet again. Another tag-match calls my name and this time, there’s an added bonus to the whole scenario; the tag-team championships. I’ve wanted to wrap at least one title around my waist and if this is the right place to start that journey, it’ll be here. Therefore, no more Mr. Nice Guy! I’m sick and tired of having to play nice for others. Thus, I’m going to be a selfish bastard and go for the win, with or without Lucian Frost’s aid. The only way this will work is if Lucian makes sure that nothing goes wrong while I put in the hard work, blood, sweat, and tears to accomplish a dream and to make it happen. Sinful Obsession, as in Gabriel and Despayre, are the current champions that I must defeat to win the belts alongside Lucian Frost. Then there’s The Young Lions, a team I have no clue about, so this will be my first encounter with them. That’s fine; I’m willing to teach all of these unfortunate souls a lesson in pain, suffering, and agony. Not to mention a lesson; don’t fuck with a grown-man that had the dream of being a champion since he was a kid. I did it before and I’ll do it again!
I’m sorry to say, however, but the history lesson bored me to tears. Gabriel, I’m not here to listen to you prattle on about the past, especially in regards to two monarchs that once stood on the throne so many eons ago. What I am more interested in, however, is the belt that you hold around your waist. You call yourself a man that doesn’t call him a king, but here’s my problem with that; that title says everything differently. It goes for any championship belt, really; you are the man (or woman, in the case of the Divas) of that division and in order for us to obtain what you possess, we have to defeat you. YOU, Gabriel, are the man of the hour, alongside your partner. You both currently stand as the rightful inheritors of the tag-team championship belts and as such, we have to defeat you. Or, in my case, Lucian and I must defeat you. Forget about the Young Lions, who currently stand as no visible, creditable threat to me and my dream. You and Despayre are on top for a reason and you’re the only reason why I am here. What makes you think that I can’t be stopped? Is it because of my past with tag-team matches? Like I said, those chances are gone and the time for today is here; everyone must start fresh! Is it because I’m unsuitable, as you said, just because I call myself that, the King Of Kings? Sorry, but my belief in that role is stronger than anything and you know how I gained it? From my past battles in the underground fighting days and even here. After all, you DO KNOW that I kicked Goth’s ass and proved that he’s no longer the king that he still claims to be, despite his crazy delusions?
I hope that, by this point, you are getting a mental picture of how things are going to work out; you and your partner will enter the ring. You’ll probably give a good fight, get a couple of good shots in me and Lucian, but in the end, your efforts will be in vain. Sooner or later, both you and Despayre, along with The Young Lions, will not be able to overcome my dominance and power in the ring. That is my home, after all, and thanks to the training I’ve done prior to returning, my senses are increased and I’m more brutal than before. You’re right about that, Gabriel; at least I’m that powerful. I don’t play games here anymore and if my first match with Argento proved anything, I’m a different entity than before. Forget about the old Kain in the past; he’s gone. Oh sure, some of him still exists, but if you thought you’ve seen it all, think again. The new and improved Kain WILL be in San Jose, California to compete and, if I have to, aid Lucian Frost as much as I can for the belts, because that dream will not be taken away from me. Despite Mark Ward’s pathetic efforts, he wasn’t able to stop me from returning fully to last week’s Climax Control, where I delivered a gruesome beat down, with a little help from Casey Williams, a man I have issues with and will never call a friend, but at least respect. That being said, Mark Ward, Jordan Williams, NO ONE in the entire world will stop me from getting what I desire the most, the tag-team championships. Thus, your efforts will be great, but in the end, you will prove to be unsuitable for the belts and you will give them to Lucian and I, whether you like it or not. It’s the way of life, Gabriel, and I hope you and your partner understand that; nothing is kept forever. This is a young man’s business and I’m still in my prime, willing to give it my all and go the extra mile to get what I want, Gabriel. As far as I’m concerned, with you know, I know of your accomplishments and who you both are, but I’m not terrified nor am imitated by either of you. At this week’s Climax Control, you both will be transformed from human to ashes that will be blown away by the wind, forgotten completely. So do me a favor, gentlemen, and polish up those belts, make them all look pretty and shiny, because the gold is coming home at last and there’s not a damn thing you both can do about it!
As for the Young Lions and Lucian, I’ll be frank; I have no idea how you three operate. I just know that the former is my enemy, the latter being my ally. Since this is a tag-team championship match, know this; I’m going full-force. I will not retreat, surrender, and perish in the face of defeat. All week long, I’ve thought of nothing except the match and the intended results that I will see come true. For The Young Lions, you truly have no hope of winning the championships, especially since you’ll be clashing with the likes of myself on the battlefield. When you attempt to get in the way of my dream of being a champion once again, you’re screwed. In the past, I’ve let things get out of hand. Not today. No more! It all ends in defeat for you! As for Lucian Frost, Gabriel was also right about you; you certainly are a man of mystery, so from what I know of you is admittedly little. However, you’ve done really well for yourself and I can’t take away that, so you’re going to be helpful in the battle ahead. But know this; I will take care of the fight ahead, all you need to do is provide excellent backup and we’ll be golden. The spotlight rests on my shoulders, Lucian, and I have to make sure that everything happens the way I planned it. Of course, things can get in the way, but I won’t let that happen. Tag-team matches that I failed to win, in the past, is because of BAD PARTNERSHIPS. If you don’t believe me, ask Misty or why not ask any of the other tag-team partners I’ve teamed up with? They’ll tell you is that they did a poor job when it came time to put up or shut up and that’s part of the reason why I lost. But with you, I think I may have a better chance than before, so you do well and we’ll be just fine!
It’s time to face the music, boys, and that music is me; loud, frightening, and awesome to listen to and be in awe of! I hope you’re ready for the greatest battle in your life. Otherwise, it will be all over in the blink of an eye, courtesy of yours truly, Kain, The King Of Kings!
