I thought today would be a good day for me. Instead, it ended up with me being arrested at the end of the night.
It all started when I entered the lair's enemy, his mansion in Detroit, Michigan, and closed the sliding door behind me. I had it all figured out, or at least I thought so at the time. Through my sources, I was able to get the latest schamatics and discover what kind of security he had installed in his home. A few cameras, a few sensors, that's all there was to it. Child's play, really. I simply deactivated the codes by hacking into the system, thus making it do my bidding.
And now, I'm about to do exactly what I do best.
Hiding in the darkness, I stood at 5'9, 210 pounds. If you manage to see me in the light, you would have correctly deduced that streaks of blond hair was hanging down on my shoulders, grey eyes that appeared to show no emotion, no fear. Nothing in the world scared me and thus far, I have not been caught with the missions that I have been asked to do. In fact, I am the best at what I did and tonight's mission would end my way. Little did I knew at the time, but I guess my overconfidence took over and gave way to a result that was meant to be unfufilled.
My eyesight was keen and I could see in the dark. I was standing in a large living room area. The walls were covered with paintings from famous artist masters centuries ago. Resting on the top of their brown fireplace was pictures of my enemy and his family. I stared into the eyes of that madman and felt rage pouring inside me. How dare he did to me and my master; how dare him for him to walk into our lives and take away that we once had! It was time for a little payback and it all starts with his family. I heard that he was gone for the weekend, preparing for some kind of stupid match with a bunch of punks known as The Young Lions, who are pretty idiotic if you ask me. Their statements sounded hollow and full of empty threats when their program came on the television. Knowing my enemy, he's more dangerous than he appears to be and, if I was a betting man, I would have betted on him. But instead, I'll be betting on the Young Lions, for I hope they aren't stupid enough to ruin their chance in taking away everything that he has now.
Shaking my head, I set those thoughts aside. I had a job to do.
I crept into the kitchen and slowly climbed up the stairs. As I was climbing, I pulled out two pistols. If I could ruin that man's night while he was gone, it would be the end of his world.
As I reached the top of the stairs, I looked around and saw a few rooms, one bathroom and two bedrooms. The one bedroom that I was looking for was on the right, so I slowly walked into the room and I saw my targets. A blond woman sleeping with her two infants. Grinning like a fool, I pointed the gun directly at their heads.
I was a fool this night. Ignoring everything else but the deadly intention that I was about to carry out, I heard a few guns pointed at my head.
Cop #1: You are under arrest for trespassing and attempted murder! Put your weapons down and get your hands in the air, NOW!
The blond woman immediately rose from her position and also pointed a gun at my head. I should have not been so careless! I should have looked up information on this woman as well. Why didn't I? More importantly, how did she know of my plan beforehand? I dropped the guns slowly on the ground, then got on my knees with my hands behind my head. The cops rushed in and pushed me down to the ground as one of them handcuffed me. Then they stood me up and turned me around. My emotionless expression went from no emotion to shock and finally in rage as my hated enemy appeared before me.
Who are you?
I scowled at him as the infants were now crying. My enemy's muscles tensed up, unhappy with what I tried to do tonight.
Does the name "Skinny Tony Gallo" mean anything to you, Kain? I'm his right-hand man, Dan, the most famous killer in his elite group! I was going to slaughter your whole family tonight, make them pay for what you did to us so many years ago! His whole empire has put a price on your head and they are going to take you down, no matter what!
I couldn't help but grin like a fool as he stared me down with that dangerous gaze of his. He stepped closer to me, inched his head near my right ear, and spoke a few words to him. Suddently, my expression changed and I was no longer emotionless or overconfident. I was terrified. He cackled loudly as he walked away from me, the cops dragging me out of his home while trying to fight them off. They threw me into the squad car as multiple cops showed up on the scene now. Kain walked out of his home, saw me, and shook his head and smiled widely. My only response was to yell at him, cursing him, vowing revenge.
My boss will be very angry once he gets word of this....
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In two weeks, Frost and I, now known as Blood Omen, will be entering a match in what will be our first title defense against a team that’s inadequate, unfocused, and not determined to get the job done. I saw them in action first-hand when Frost and I were the challengers, scratching and clawing our way to dethrone the former champions, Sinful Obsession. From my vantage point, they lacked skill and possessed little to no confidence. Each of their shots lacked power and their intentions, while pure, remained unfulfilling in the end. I know now that they aren’t a team to be taken seriously and going by the two promos that aired, I believe Frost and I will be their superiors. We will teach them a lesson that they’ll never forget, young puppies that need to be whipped badly for their own good. In today’s day and age, only the weak are left to die and the strong are left to stay alive. Frost and I are proof of the latter, while The Young Lions are proof of the former. In any organization such as Sin City Wrestling, there is no room for weakness and I’m capable enough to teach those two, stupid fools that certain lesson. Since I’ve taken my time, unfortunately, to observe those pitiful idiots spew their fragile trash towards me, I am now compelled to counter with my own trash-talk that’s bound to make them think twice before opening up their mouths again. In fact, several incorrect, pathetic statements caught my attention, so I’ll direct my energies towards those in order to prove my point for today. Also, for those listening, this is addressed to both men, not from one to the next.
First off, just because we haven’t been a team in a long time doesn’t mean that it should be used as a disadvantage against us. Think back to our first encounter and perhaps before then, Young Lions. Frost and I were never allies before. We both had different ideas, differeng agendas. We both wanted to accomplish something different in order to make our glorious careers a major success and have done so on our own. We created our own legacy that will be surely talked about for generations to come. So when we teamed up, we had no idea what to expect. We heard of each other’s abilities as a capable fighter, no doubt, but we played it by ear and did our best in our first match as a tag-team. I suppose you could say that something clicked. Maybe it was a spark, maybe it was that “it” factor that everyone desires in a great tag-team, but Frost and I proved it that night. Isn’t that funny? That you both, while having been a longer team than the two of us, were unable to function as one and did not get the titles in the end. What you desired, that night, was a loss and you certainly gained that loss by telling the whole world that you two are some of the worst individuals to ever be here. It’s insulting, really, that we are booked against you for the tag-team titles. And now, here you are, trying so desperately to act like a team, trying to send this message of doom, promising that you would destroy us for the titles and walk away with them. I’m sorry to say, but your threats are empty, dull, and are short of strong promise. If our first confrontation was any indication, The Young Lions are simply no match for the likes of Blood Omen and since you crave to repeat history with a second downfall before our iron might, your wish will be granted. It’s just so sad to see a team, once full of potential and filled with great life, is reduced to a team of hopeless ambition and strapped with many flaws and not so many strengths to even be a major risk to our tag-titles.
Second, you idiots seem to think that I’m someone that’s just mean and that I growl and walk with anger. Here’s a nice lesson for you two jackasses, never EVER judge a book by its cover! I certainly have the right to do this against you assholes, because you’ve both revealed your true colors and are inept, clearly sending the message that you are not capable enough to lead. Have you spoken with Rage or Mark Ward and if so, have they told you of the hell I forced them to walk through, even if they managed to achieve victory? Have you walked into the darkness, located a man named Goth, and asked him about the time that I gained revenge by destroying him and his reputation, taking away HIS NAME and showing him who truly is the King Of Kings? Or why not ask Argento, whom I’ve utterly massacred upon my latest run? At least one of you is smart enough to acknowledge the fact that you cannot beat me one on one, but you have omitted another fact; you could not beat me in a tag-match, especially with the titles on the line. I have my pride, I have my reasons for fighting to win. Tell me, you worthless fools, where is your pride? Where is your anger? I growl for a reason, I walk with anger in my heart, in every step that I take, for a good reason. Unfortunately, neither of you are intelligent enough to understand me or the hell I’ve traversed through to reach this point in my life. The way I see it, you both are obviously jealous of my raw, unique talent and the success I’ve claimed. You need me to complete your plans for conquest of whatever may be. Granted, I know you never offered, but even if you did, I would never join up with the likes of pigs such as yourselves.
Third, you can pound your chests and attempt to roar, with weak confidence I might add, an untrue fact of Blood Omen not able to beat you. Hasn’t the first title defense taught you anything? You jackasses were like a comedy act that was destined to fail, the audience throwing their chosen food and drinks at you, yelling at you to get off the stage. The whole world was shocked to see how clumsy and foolish you both turned out to be. You both had a chance in being the biggest success story in the history of the Sin City Wrestling organization and quite frankly, you both blew it! Why is that? Do we really have to deal with a team, with one member puking his guts, the other acting like his girlfriend, telling him that everything is alright? That’s how I see it anyway; you both cling to each other and act like nothing can touch you, but one of you was obviously nervous about our next encounter, the other trying to calm the other. What the hell are you both trying to be, the next Sam and Frodo? “I can’t do it. I can’t seem to be winning the titles!” “Don’t worry, Mr. Burke, everything will be all right! By the way, is your tummy feeling better?” What a bunch of bullshit, two little kids that can’t even act like adults! This is the team that you promised, Mark Ward and Christain Underwood, to be a big threat on our titles? What a damn shame.
Now, the way I see it, you both have a lot to prove. Granted, it’s a lot on your plate, but I don’t think you’ll succeed in that goal. You both aren’t in shape and you both are certainly not in the right mindset to be facing Blood Omen. Sure, you’ll tell Frost and I that you both don’t have to say a damn thing, that you’ll have to read each other’s minds, that you’ll have to excel to the next level. Chances are, Young Lions, you won’t accomplish all three. In fact, you’ll fail and you’ll fall down hard. This is the second time your paths will cross with ours and I believe it will certainly be your last. It is true that Frost and I just started working together in this capacity, but he knows and I know that we will prove ourselves to be an efficient team. We will conquer Sin City Wrestling and eclipse the reign of Sinful Obsession, who is now paper champions in the eyes of not just Blood Omen, but to the entire world as well. Young Lions, you both are nothing more but a pair of liars that try to denounce our new partnership. You try to shrug off our mission of keeping the titles as unfathomable.
However, you both cannot possibly fathom the vision that Frost and I created for ourselves and we will work together, as one, to achieve our goal and to be the best tag-team that no one can destroy. At New Years Rising, it will be the Blood Omens rising from the ashes, dusting off the bad losses from previous tag-team battles and starting fresh, like a phoenix rising from the ashes. I hope, for your sake, that you are ready to perish by our hands.
For I am Kain, The King Of Kings, and I…have spoken!
