“Rose, what are you doing?”
I could hear Ariel talking in the background as I see Rose crawling on the living room floor, while Arthur was wide-awake, babbling away in his little own world. My daughter and son mean the world to me and it’s unfortunate that I have to see it unfold on an IPhone.
In the back of a limo, I’m on my way to my hotel in Reno, Neveda, where the next chapter of my legacy continues. I hate it though, having to be away from your own family for a short while. However, it won’t last long, since Ariel and the kids are coming to Reno, Neveda sometime later. Meanwhile, I’m stuck, having to watch endless videos of my kids growing up before my eyes.
I remember that night, the night where I visited my parents’ graves. That changed everything for me and because of that, I’m a new man that turned a new leaf and is becoming a better human being out of the deal. However, I cannot say the same for here, in the SCW, where my cruel, callous rage still boils when it explodes. No one wants to be a part of my anger when they come across me. It doesn’t matter if I won or lost against whoever I was fighting, they all got the message; that I was the King Of Kings and when you crossed paths with a fighter like me, nothing will ever be the same.
I wonder if Trevor Irons will FINALLY get that lesson in mind, as well as Amanda Cortez, who is nothing more but a delusional, pathetic woman that thinks she has it all planned. Sorry to crash the party, but you don’t. People love to be in that mindset of sorts; how they know their opponents like the back of their hand, how they could possibly use that to their advantage. But that’s not how life works. You could put me in front of guys like Mark Ward, Christain Underwood, or even Synn himself and I still wouldn’t be afraid of them and I still wouldn’t mind kicking their ass and making them my bitch from flagpole to flagpole. It’s really that simple; you will lose to me and let me have my way. Otherwise, you’re going down in flames in a miserable fashion.
Driver: Excuse me, Alex, but you have arrived in the hotel.
I heard the voice of the driver, who was looking at my eyes through his front mirror. I closed off my phone, shoved it deep within my jacket, then looked up and nodded. As the window rolled back up, I looked at the entrance and couldn’t help but shake my head. The reporters apparently discovered where I would be staying and were awaiting for my arrival. Grunting to myself, I put on my sunglasses as the limo stopped in front of the entrance doors. Immediately, they rushed the limo, yelling towards me with questions and statements.
I pushed the passenger door open and stepped into the glorious sun shining above, facing the reporters as I stepped forward, my game face turned on completely.
* * *
Here I am once again, in the midst of a tag-team tournament, given a partner and to do battle with an old, recurring foe by force. It always seems like the odds are stacked against me. No matter; I’m willing to tackle the odds and turn them into my favor. It’s questionable, however, of the final reward that leads up to it; will we be simply crowned as winners or is there more than meets the eye? The only way to discover the end result is by getting there first and that won’t be an easy task, since sixteen men and sixteen Bombshells are thrown into the mix by volunteering for the job, me included. However, I can guarantee a victory in the works, since I’ve taken on Trevor Irons twice now, the same man who I’ve destroyed the first time around and whose dream of being a tag-team champion was interrupted and eventually ruined by a pesky man and his giant bodyguard. If I must deal with this foe again, so be it, for this time, there will be no interruptions, but a certain conclusion in which one team emerges with victory and the other is taken out of the equation. So if you are betting man, or a betting woman, as the case may be, then I would hope that you’d place your bet on the King Of Kings and Alexis Morrison, unless if she plans to betray me amidst the violent conflict.
So exactly what have you both gotten yourselves into? I’m not talking about just another battle, just another day in the office; I’m talking about the day of reckoning that’s about to occur. I won’t soil my honor or reputation by taking on a woman, since my code of ethics forbids me from laying hands against them. In this case, Amanda Cortez, but I won’t lay a finger on her, so she won’t be my problem. However, I do have one issue to take up with her; she judged a book by its cover, telling the whole world that I seem like a “complete nobody”. Completely wrong and inaccurate, I must say. After all, I’m currently one half of the tag-team champions. You know, Blood Omen, the team that kicked Sinful Obsession’s ass and ended their long reign in one night? I suppose you are blinded by history and oblivious to the facts that are right in front of you, but no worries. I’ll leave you alone to your delusional, pathetic world and the ideals surrounding it. My only interest, in this match, is to win. If Alexis Morrison is indeed as cruel as she claims to be, then I surely hope that she kicks your sorry ass and leaves you lying in a pool of your own blood. Otherwise, I may have to deal with the fact that she could turn it all around and make us lose in favor of her own selfish gain. I’ll have to watch my back more closely than ever if I am to succeed in winning this round and moving on to the next fight.
For the first time, I’m not dueling with the Young Lions, just one-half of that fragile alliance. While I am pleased that you were denied of your dream of being the tag-team champions, I can’t say that I am happy about the way it ended. It was an unsatisfactory conclusion that needs to be resolved sometime down in the future, so I can’t help but agree with Lucian that both you and Max deserve one more shot at us and believe me, IT WILL HAPPEN. It’s merely a question of when and where. However, this could be the last opportunity you’ll ever get a chance to find out if you are better than me, which clearly you aren’t. As I have spoken previously in the past, you and Max Burke aren’t ready. You guys are not serious enough to dominate the competition and to usher in an age of your own creation, thus not giving us the impression that you are to be taken seriously in the first place. But this is your chance of earning revenge, with my blood on your hands. So here’s my question; can you accomplish that feat? The answer, I know for a fact, is no. I’m a one-of-a-kind guy, Trevor, the kind of guy that doesn’t rely on backup of jackoffs that are complete failures or the guy that thinks he’s in charge of a company and can do what he pleases, but really isn’t all that anyway. No, Trevor, I fight my own battles and as the announcers correctly stated when I first stared down the giant, I’m afraid of no one. Not even you, a worthless ant that deserves to be crushed on by the boots that I wear to the ring every time. Your chances of winning are marginally slim against me. You won’t have Max Burke to rely on for help this time, Trevor. No, in fact, you’ll be dealing with a woman whose plan seems ridiculous and far-fetched beyond anything I’ve heard as of recent days. The good news is that it will not be my problem to deal with at all. So anything you can try to do against me will end up in total failure, Trevor. You need to start thinking of our next confrontation as a great lesson of sorts; never be involved in a situation that you can’t win your way out, because I guarantee you, you won’t be walking out of the arena as winners. Neither you nor Amanda Cortez have a chance in hell in emerging victorious!
And so it begins, the conflict that will settle the first debacle and enable this new, but temporary association to move on to the next stage of the tournament. My curiosity is already peaked and I’m headed onto the battlefield, determined to prove myself worthy again and again, in the hopes of redeeming myself in few ways while keeping myself from the days of yore intact. For you both, it’s going to be the end of a dream that was brief and will never come to pass. For Alexis Morrison and I, it’s going to be the start of a permanent victory that allow us to show the whole world why we are indeed great in our own, special way. But let’s be clear though; I’m not underestimating either one of you. I know what both of your accomplishments are and I also know what you both are capable of. You have proven yourselves to be deadly combatants, but until this point, you really haven’t met anything like me. Trevor, in his infinite wisdom, can possibly claim to know me by this point, but he really doesn’t, for I always offer something new to the table. I’m a demon that changes shape, right in front of their eyes, and blind them quick and strike hard before they’ll ever know what hit them. Trevor’s experiences against me should prove this by now, but if the lesson hasn’t sunk in yet, then I’ll be glad to teach him a lesson one more time. As for Amanda Cortez, she’s about to find out just how mistakenly wrong she is about me, for calling me a “complete nobody” is indeed one of the lamest insults I’ve heard used against me. How many times have I crushed the underground fighting scene? Too many to count and today, my reign as a tag-team champion has just begun. With or without Alexis Morrison’s aid, I plan on ending your futile struggle and taking up the mantle of being honored as one of the greatest, if not THE GREATEST, fighters to ever roam the Earth. Neither of you will discover a permanent triumph, but a permanent loss that will forever be etched in your careers.
For I am Kain, the King Of Kings, and I…have spoken!
