The camera opens up at a Gold's Gym somewhere in Detroit, Illinois. Inside, we see Rocky Mountains, backstage reporter, facing the camera with a microphone in hand. In the background, we see Kain working out with training partners, putting himself in a program that's bound to push any man to their limits. Not Kain, for he pushes him to the best and when he thinks he can go no longer, he takes it to the next level. Someone from the camera crew signals for Rocky Mountains to begin and she brings the microphone up to her lips and speaks.
RM: Hello! I'm Rocky Mountains, backstage reporter for the Sin City Wrestling organization, and I am here for an exclusive interview with Ariel, Kain's girlfriend. She will hopefully give us some kind of insight about Kain and why he did what he did this past week, when he brutally attacked Mark Ward and left him in gruesome pain! Without any further introduction, Ariel!
The camera pans back to show Ariel stepping in the picture, in her workout clothes, her brown hair tied back in a ponytail, her blue eyes cold as ice as she glares at Rocky Mountain, who clears her throat and somehow has the courage to speak again.
RM: Ariel, your man went on a rampage and attacked Mark Ward in his office. Why did he do this?
Ariel: Do you really have to ask me a stupid question like that? Isn't it obvious? My man was assaulted by Mark Ward for no reason! Kain is a man of his own when he says that he can get the job done without anyone's help! After all, it's not HIS fault that those tag matches were nothing but a lost cause! So when he had his back turned and was about to leave, Mark cried over spilled milk and beat him up! What kind of a coward does that, Rocky? Certainly not Kain! Kain makes sure he knows who they are dealing with, face-to-face! So, in retailation, Kain struck back and showed him who clearly is the boss around here. He told Mark Ward, in no uncertain terms, that he is the one in charge around here, not him or Christain Underwood! Anything that Kain wants, he should expect to get in a moment's notice! Why should he have to wait in line? He deserves all the success in the world and it should be handed to him on a platter, without any questions asked! Mark Ward, though he didn't say it outright, was obviously terrified. So terrified, in fact, that he had no choice BUT to give in to Kain's demands and give him the match he wanted! Soon, he'll be taking over the SCW as not just the champion, but also becoming the leader as well!
RM: Wait a second! Are you saying that Kain vows to take over the SCW and make it his own?
Ariel: You're damn right! Kain is sick and tired of these people who walk all over him. They think they know what's best for him when they really don't! Only I know what's best for him and he agrees with me. That's why I'm lucky to have him and no other woman, not even the Bombshells or a fragile woman, like yourself, can't have him; because he's a man's man! He takes everything all of his opponents can give him, shake it off like a dog shaking off the rain from his body, and deliver the pain tenfold! I don't see a problem with him taking matters into his own hands. Kain and I deserve to sit on the throne and do whatever is right for everyone and that is lose to us constantly while we come out, on the other side, as winners ALL THE TIME. As such, Kain will make sure that every wrestler, every member, and his bosses will get on their knees and beg for mercy and forgiveness. And he will grant them none, because he's a badass and no one can take that away from him!
RM: Can you please talk about the comments that Mark Ward made about Kain's tag-matches and how he lost to "fools like Casey and Spike"?
Ariel: I don't mind stating facts, which were seen on the television. So let's get a few things clear about that. For starters, Mark Ward conveniently omitted the fact that Kain was nowhere inside the ring nor was he the man that got pinned on both occasions. In fact, Nick Jones is responsible for making Kain in the first place, followed by his mystery partner, JT Underwood. Both men were too cocky, too arrogant, and they paid the price for their stupidity! Therefore, Kain absolves any blame from either confrontation. He never lost the match, his "team" did! So they are the ones at fault! Mark Ward clearly doesn't have a clue on what he's talking about!
RM: Mark Ward originally threw Kain to Damon Synn in a match for the #1 contendership, but that changed the moment Blade Alexander left the SCW. He now placed Kain and Damon in a match against Nick for the title. What are his current thoughts on both men?
Ariel: He will address them later on. Needless to say, he is not worried about either threat. He knows that the championship will be his at Blaze Of Glory. Now, if you will excuse me, you annoying girl, my man needs me!
Ariel walks away from Rocky and her camera crew as they catch Kain at work, taking out all of his partners before bringing himself back to his feet with a kip-up and looking around the ring, watching with a grin as his partners roll around the ring in agony. It will be the same result when Kain finally meets Damon and Nick Jones for the SCW championship at Blaze At Glory!
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Blaze Of Glory.
One glance at this card and you already know who will be stealing the spotlight. It's also going to be the same person in which everyone will be keeping their eyes on. Let's face it, none of my fellow peers deserve to be in the position that I'm in. Some are going after championships, others are trying to end a ridiculous rivalry that matters little in the scheme of things. Hell, even our esteemed "boss" is trying to use his match as nothing more but a little excuse to get back in action and try to take matters into his own hands. Too little, too late, I say. No, everyone should be more or less feel threatened by me, Kain, the King Of Kings! I'm the only man that's powerful enough to be not just a champion in his own right, but a man that will destroy the rest of his competition in order to get what he wants. What is it that I want? To be the man of the hour, of course! Like I've been doing for a long while now, every week, no one can't help but tune in to see what I will do next! They all want to know; who is Kain's latest victim? How will Kain get there to achieve all of his goals? Top to bottom, they want to everything and anything about me. The entire world bends to MY WILL and at Blaze Of Glory, that statement will become true. In other words, starting at Blaze Of Glory, I will be not only the next SCW Heavyweight champion, but I will be the man that everyone will love, admire, and respect from a distance. They will also fear me, bow to me, and grant any wish I desire and it will happen now. You fail to live up to my expecations and your life is forfeit, to be crushed within the blink of an eye. It's a fate that all of you wll come to accept, whether you like it or not!
Of course, I harbor no illusions. I know who I am facing. Two idiots who think they are the shit, overconfident about their ability, thinking they have it all. Here is one man, Damon Synn, a man of indomitable will, who has destroyed the competition without a sweat. The other man, Nick Jones, is a man of overconfidence and full of arrogance, someone who feels that nothing can stand in his way. Lucky for me, I'm going to be killing two birds with one stone! Why do I feel that way? It's all because of the match in itself; a triple-threat, no-disqualification confrontation that will end in victory for me. It takes me back to my days as an underground fighter. The bosses, back then, were not happy that I was defeating their best men in rapid succession, so they attempted to put me in dangerous situations, where the odds were always stacked against me. Those deluded sycophants were always to seek out my demise. All of them failed; I ended their hopes quicker than they could say "Uncle"! I eventually got tired of taking over their territories and eliminating those stupid fools and came here. Now, in a match like this, the memories seep through me one more time; the howl of my wicked laughter reverberating through the arena as I broke them in half, with my fists, feets, or any weapon of my choice. Now I am given another opportunity to end Damon's hopes of staying undefeated and dash Nick Jones's dreams of retaining his precious championship. This match, to me, is all about brutality. Neither of my enemies will be able to walk out of the battlefield unscathed. Both will be harmed, both physically and mentally, and both will feel the savagery and wrath in every attack I place onto their worthless bodies. Both men will go down before me. Both men will feel nothing but the agony of defeat as I will strip Nick of his championship and Damon of his victories as I climb that top rope and hoist the SCW championship in the air, laughing with glee, knowing that I have accomplished what I set out to do in the first place!
If you are asking me that I'm worried about this upcoming fight, the answer is simply no. I mean, do you really think that any of their measly punches or weak kicks will have any effect on a god like me? Hell no! Anything they dish out on me is like getting a poke on Facebook; it doesn't hurt at all! Fact is, they need to be more concerned about the biggest, baddest motherfucker in town instead of unleashing their rage on each other. I'm the only man that matters inside that hell and both of them will not be escaping my hunger for violence! My thirst for blood will be sated! I don't care how tall or short a man is; to me, they are nothing but easy opposition to destroy; it will be like swatting away two flies with a swatter! See, I know what you idiotic bastards must be thinking; that I'm in way over my head, very overconfident, and that's kind of mindset that will be the cataylst for my possible downfall in this match. You're wrong. All of you! It wasn't that long ago that I entered a new federation and already gained headlines from every critic, every fan, every hater, and all those people in between! I'm already a household name, already sold millions of merchandise in my underground fighting days, in the Asylum Wrestling Alliance, and now am making millions for the Sin City Wrestling organization! Everything about me is flying off the shelves, from toys to books! I'm a brand that's GOOD FOR BUSINESS! Do you know why that is, you witless worms? It's because I back it up EVERY TIME I enter the ring! I possess skill and power beyond anyone's comprehension! I make sure that what I say does and will happen! So when I tell you that I will become the next SCW Heavyweight Champion, you know that my word is true and that what I say or do carries weight and merit! I deliver terror into the hearts of any who try to double-cross me or dare to stand in my way for glory and victory! So believe me when I tell you that Damon Synn and Nick Jones are nothing to me but a waste of my fucking time. I don't doubt their accomplishments, but that's in the past. The present is here to stay and their future lies in ruins, whereas my future lies in immortality! So when I tell you that my match against them will be easy as breathing, I mean it! No matter how much pain and punishment they can inflict upon me, I'll be the one laughing it off and making them scared shitless of a fighter like me!
Nick Jones, you are nothing but a thorn at my side! You pissed me off by allowing your arrogance and overconfidence to get in the way and forced ME to lose in our tag-match, you worthless bastard! You're nothing but a disgrace! You call yourself the biggest draw in this federation? Believe me when I tell you, Nick Jones, no one gives two shits for a phony jackass like you! All I keep on hearing, these days, is when Kain will be next to take over the throne! Well, their answer will be realized when I strip you of everything and leave you crying like a bitch in the dust! Do you really think that your moves will shake me to the core? Do you think that your skill, psychology, and mind games will have any kind of long-term effect on a God like me, Nick Jones? Absolutely not! All your life, you've fought nothing but weaklings and thought of them as nothing but yesterday's news! That will change, Nick Jones, when I settle the score with you at Blaze Of Glory, Nick. You will be vanquished from the face of the Earth forever, your championship slipping through your fingers like sand, only to be caught by me and kept around my perfect waist for all eternity! Therefore, you can only do two things; nothing and to accept reality! And what is reality? Reality is of Kain, The King Of Kings, sitting on his throne and fulfilling his destiny as the newest SCW Heavyweight Champion! This is all your fault, little man! Had you not screwed up in our match, your beating would have been nothing but a couple of weeks at the hospital. But since you had to get way too cocky for your own good and ruin MY CHANCE for a victory, you will be permanently silenced. Your name will no longer be remembered as a man of extraordinary deeds, but as a man that is presently a failure! A man who couldn't get the job done when there is so much pressure on his shoulders. You failed to impress me the moment I laid eyes on you, Nick Jones, and you will ultimately pay the price for your foolishness. Mark Ward, your friend, master, whatever the hell you want to call him, will be heavily disappointed in you. He should have seen me be the man of the hour, the only one who can make this place a better one, and he chose to attack me. I am going to enjoy pulling the plug and wishing you good luck on your future endeavors, Nick Jones!
To make matters worse for yourself, how dare you call me a burn victim of a federation that is filled with children, losers, and freaks all-around! You think that I'm nothing but scum, destined for failure? You stupid fool; don't you realize that I am not only the greatest threat in SCW, but the greatest test in your life as well? Have you seen how indestructible I can be, how dominating I chose to display when it matters? In seconds, Nick Jones, I decimated Mark Ward, clearly getting the upper-hand! He cannot stop me from not only gaining his championship, but his entire federation as well! What makes you believe that you can stop me? It is your moves that you claim to bring you to where you are now? Nothing but child's play! Is it your connections that brought you to this point? It does not matter who you decide to be with, all of them will be crushed, snuffing out any hopes you have for the future, like unlighting a flame from a candle; it's that easy! Nick Jones, the way I see it, you don't have that many options. There is really no way out of this mess you put yourself in, Nick Jones, except to die a horrible death and leave everything to the man of the hour to get the job done 24/7! Face it, you worthless bitch, you were never in my league! The only reason why you even part of this carnage is because you're the current SCW champion, a position that you don't deserve in the slightest! I cannot wait for Blaze Of Glory so that I can finally unleash every ounce of my rage and anger, to dispose of men like yourself, nothing but pathetic garbage to litter on the street! How dare you walk into my world, boast yourself of a man that has it all, and thinks he'll just walk out of Blaze Of Glory as if it was a walk across the street! I mean, you are clueless about everything these days, Nick Jones. But that no longer matters...what truly matters is the devastating anguish and constant horror that you'll receive from me. I'll be laughing, watching you scream like the whore that you are, begging for my mercy. You will receive none, for you are entering my playground; the devil's playground! I will make sure that your life, your career, and your reputation is killed in one strike. You should be thanking me, your new God, for ending your pathetic life!
Damon Synn. Let me get a few things clear so that you can understand perfectly. I am not frightened by you. I am not intimitated by you. If you were hoping to scare me with your size and brute strength, think again. Despite you winning in every fight you've participated in, I am not impressed one bit. I've fought giants like you, back in the day, who kept on thinking "Man, this pipsqueak can't do any kind of bodily harm to me!" Imagine the howls of pain that they cried out as I easily brought them to their knees, mocked them with my violent actions, and gave them something to remember as I watched them fall. The crowds, back then, gasped at my incredible display of power, Damon, as I made them fall backwards and crash to the floor hard, shaking the entire arena as they fell into unconsciousness, their bodies broken forever by my hand. You will be no different to me, Damon Synn. You will be added to that list of giants that fell before my might, Damon Synn. The crowd will once again be in shock as I ended your streak and dashed your hopes of becoming a champion, if that's what you are really after. But I don't think that's what you're after, is it? You are, in reality, nothing but a stupid giant that's just trying to figure everything out for himself and he does so by going into battle, hoping for some answers. Isn't that right? Let's be honest from the get-go; I am not here to give you answers to your worthless past nor am I here just so that you can take me down easily without a second thought. I'm no pushover, like Saint Patty, a man that you and I have defeated in the past. I'm the King Of Kings, Damon Synn! I'm the man that you will never be able to overcome in your entire career; I'm going to be nothing but poison flowing through your veins, for which there is no cure! I look forward, in fact, to injecting my venom into your body, so that you can finally feel what it's like to be in pain constantly! You will no longer be the man that can win in every battle; you will lose in the worst way possible! Why? Because I'm good at dissecting an enigma and slowing taking them apart, killing their strengths and exposing their weaknesses. I'm like a predator that's toying around with his prey before the kill; I'm your worst nightmare, Damon Synn. You have finally met your match and you, just like Nick Jones, should be thankful for this opportunity.
After all, you're about to learn a hard lesson in life; that you can't get everything you want without losing to a better foe. That better foe, Damon, is ME! Can you, as well as Nick Jones, imagine the intense assault I have planned for the both of you? Since this is a triple-threat, no-disqualification match, I can and will use anything to cause severe pain unto you until you can no longer withstand it! I'm going to show you exactly why I, Kain, The King Of Kings, is the most powerful entity the world has ever seen! Face it, Damon, you've never come across a man like me! A man that can end careers and further his reputation into the stratosphere instantly! See, I've been waiting to bring you to school and teach you lessons like this, because only I know what's right for you! Only I can show you what needs to be done when you are around me; through me, I will show you the truth that you and Nick Jones will be quick to deny; that I am the best in the business. I know how to entertain everybody like nobody else's business! I am the only one capable of making them remember what it is like to fear a god like me, Damon, because I have felt pain and know how to deliver it in spades. I have plans for you, in this instance, Damon. I plan on making you suffer in the harshest way possible, because you are nothing but a roadblock that's standing in my way of greatness and must be dealt the finishing blow. I must accomplish this in order to end any chance of a legacy you're trying to create for yourself. So when I tell you that your streak will die by my hand, I will make it so. When I tell you that I'm going to use you and Nick Jones as not just examples of my incredible power, but as stepping stones to MY championship, that's exactly what I'm going to do, Damon Synn. Now, granted, I've seen what you've done in the ring, but I'm not afraid. In fact, I just shrug my shoulders and laugh at it, because it's neither impressive nor entertaining. So when I end your miserable life, you'll be nothing but the dirt I brush off my shoulders; just another day at the office. Damon Synn, in the end, you and Nick Jones have NO CHANCE against me. I look forward to wiping off the smirks you both have on your faces at Blaze Of Glory. It's only a matter of time...
But hey, you had to open your big mouth and talk a lot of bullshit. Now it's my turn to dispell the claims you've brought against me.
I think you are delusional. A new revolution? Because of me? Sorry, but it rarely works out that way in my lifetime, Damon. Everyone that I've fought against pretty much said the same thing to me for years. "If I beat you, I'll be on top." They all failed. You too will fail because you seem to have this air of arrogance surrounding you. You seem to somehow get this notion that I'm the trigger to your newfound success. That won't happen. And why won't it happen? Because I denied you that chance the moment I either make either you or Nick submit to my prowess or get pinned in the middle of the ring. Thus, when that happens, Damon Synn, all that talk of honor is gone. All that talk of carrying SCW into new heights has been banished forever.
You are right though. I'll make history all right. But not in the way you think. No, Damon, it's really all about me becoming champion because either you or Nick allowed it to happen. Simply put, it won't be my fault. Up until this point, I've been dealing with losers. Losers like Spike Staggs, Casey Williams, and I've been hungry for a challenge. Sadly, after all this spiel coming from your side of the street, it turns out that you're just like the rest of them; deluded into somehow believing that you're better than the rest of the pack. You, my unfortunate friend, thanks to your streak, have gotten this sudden idea that you can't be stopped. Nobody can touch you, nobody can beat you.
Try as you might to resist, Damon, you will fall. You talk about meeting no one like you, but that's not true at all. More on that later, but needless to say, I'm quite confident in my abilities. I'm quite confident in the fact that I can take on a washed-up paper champion like Nick Jones, an overconfident giant like yourself, and earn the championship. Three achievements in one night. After that night, Damon, tell me - will you be able to bark the same way you do now? Will you be able to gloat with that air of confidence that you display with false bravado?
I think not. It doesn't matter if you entered the picture after or were in here before; nothing will change.
And I mean NOTHING!
Fact is, I'm no joke. If I was a joke in this business, Damon Synn, I would turn out to be losers like Lucian Frost, who will eventually lose his spot. But I'm not. I pride myself on becoming the most determined man to walk on the face of the Earth; not a single man, woman, or child can hurt me in ANY fashion. Once I'm done with you, you will come to find out, first-hand, that I'm exactly everything that I've been described myself to be. More to the point, I will certainly be a trigger all-right; the trigger that killed everything that Damon Synn is and was trying to be. All of my opponents, thus far, have been filler and once I ascend the throne as the champion. So far, all your efforts to try and tear me down have been fultile. I've been in a thousand main events, all my life, both as challenger and as champion.
It doesn't matter who tried to take me out; I ended them all. You aren't the first to try to break me in anyway possible and you certainly won't be the last. I won't take anything away from this experience, not in a negative light. Fact is, Damon Synn, words speak loud, but actions are a lot louder and when my actions back it all up, especially at Blaze Of Glory, I'll be the one to shove it back down your throat. Then what you will say now? That I'm still a joke? That I couldn't handle it because YOU SAID SO? Sorry, Damon, but you can't simply wave a wand and make it happen like yesterday. The SCW Heavyweight Championship is the biggest prize of them all. Nick Jones will be easy to destroy, as will you be. Those fleeting glances of the championship you speak of? Once I have it around my waist, Demon, you won't have anything left for you to defend upon. Your streak will be gone, Damon, and so will any hope of you ever becoming a champion. What will do then, Damon? Why don't you tell me? Will you do exactly what I want you to do and fear me? Give me the respect I immediately deserve? Or do I have to beat it out of you, over and over again, until you can no longer walk or talk in the way you do these days? I don't think so.
Here's what I do think.
I believe that I am the right man for this championship. Your claim is bullshit that I did nothing right or legit to get here; I fought my ass off, starting at the time when I began fighting to here. It's not like I sat on my couch and waited for things to happen for me. I went out and earned everything. My girl, my life, my body, everything. I'm certainly not a billionaire because of some kind of gimmick I created and sold to people. No, Damon, I'm the real deal. Since you're blind, look closely. Do I wear a mask? No. Do I carry a big ego? Not at all. I earned my confidence from every fight that I won in. Do I carry myself as a man that feels like he is immortal? Absolutely! Obviously, Damon, only the strong survive and that's exactly what I am not; the strongest of them all. Taking you out will certainly instill another lesson for you. What is that lesson?
That you are obviously a man of lies. A man that is truly weak. A man that talked the biggest game of his life, but lost it all in the end, because his actions couldn't back it up. Sure, your streak is alive, but for how long? Believe me when I tell you, Damon, that's going to change.
Everything will change. You will not be a savior. You will instead be a failure. Like Nick Jones, like all the men who have come across my path. You will be the first to witness my power at hand. I will gladly break your kneecaps, scar your face, and crush all the bones within your body. You can laugh at me now, saying that it's literally impossible. Don't worry; I'll leave you to your devices. I'll let you conjure up a lot more theories, a lot more myth for you to be in peace. But at Blaze At Glory, you will no be in peace. But in shambles.
I hope you're ready to look at me in the eye and say "You know what? I have been beaten by the better man. This is your championship. I am not who I said I was." In response, I'll gladly knock you out and laugh in your face as I celebrate my win, my championship. And it'll all be thanks to you!
You both should understand the message by now, but if it hasn't been hammered into your unintelligent brains by now, it's really simple. Neither of you will be the SCW Heavyweight Champion. Neither of you will walk away pain-free. What I'm about to do, to the both of you, will send a message to not just the Sin City Wrestling organization, but to everyone around the world. That message is simple; I an untouchable. I am unbeatable. You can throw anyone you want at me and I'll stomp on them like the insignifcant bugs that they truly are! Their futures are decided at my discretion; I chose whether you live or die. At Blaze Of Glory, judgement will be harsh and swift; you both will receive death. The SCW Heavyweight Championship, as of right now, means everything to me! Hell, I should have earned this title shot the moment I stepped foot in here, but that wasn't the case. I had to unleash my own kind of hell to make that happen and now, it has! This is the golden opportunity of a lifetime and you are about to walk into my world. A world in which there is no escape except for the aforementioned death that I will glady deliver upon you both! You both may be monsters, but I'm the biggest one of them all, one that cannot be slain. At Blaze Of Glory, the both of you will bow to Kain, The King Of Kings, and acknowledge me as the NEW SCW Heavyweight Champion! If you don't believe me now, don't worry; the biggest, baddest motherfucker in town will tear down the house and show why is the most complete fighter of them all. This isn't a vague threat I speak of, but rather a promise that is true. I hope you both are ready for the fight of your lives!
