For the past several weeks, I have been training extensively at my mansion while looking after my kids. Ariel wanted some time on her own and that was OK by me. Not like that we have fought or anything, but she wanted to spend time with her girlfriends from the underground circuit, even get some training done on her own. I understood that completely.
But it does make me wonder if she's aiming for a possible debut within here? I know that we've spoken of it awhile back, but it looks like she has the urge to fight again, but under legal circumstances this time. Truth is, I'm not going to stop her.
She is a woman and I have to respect her rights. Also, she's pretty intelligent to speak her mind out and do what she pleases. Fact is, I wouldn't mind seeing her square off against some of the women here in the SCW. But would Mark and Christain Underwood allow it?
Well, that may be a different story altogether. But for now, we'll cross that bridge when we get there.
Here in my mansion, I'm having with my kids, playing games and speaking to them in baby words. I can't help but smile widely as their eyes light up with joy as they look at me with smiles of their own. To me, being a father is the best feeling in the world and I wouldn't trade anything else for it. Ariel and my kids, Arthur and Rose, mean the world to me and should anything happen to them, I would be devastated. That would be an understatement, to say the least.
As I watch Arthur crawl around the floor of the living room, while Rose is playing with some toy blocks and throwing them around, giggling loudly, my cell phone buzzed. It didn't ring three or four times, so that means it wasn't a phone call. It only buzzed once, however, so that means it's a text message. I rose from the floor and sauntered over the living room table, snatching the cell phone up and reading the text.
It was from Frost. I scanned his words, from left to right.
The bosses, Mark Ward and Christain Underwood, have given us Ace Baldwin and Kevin Carter to fight for the titles at Climax Control. I'll see you in the ring, friend!
Ace Baldwin and Kevin Carter?
Is this the new team that Mark Ward has been praising so highly lately? If so, then I look forward to wiping that smirk off his face when Blood Omen takes on that gang and defeats them to retain the tag-title belts. I did, however, see their promos earlier and I am not impressed by the slightest. Is this the best that they can throw at us? Confident they can be all the want, but in the end, it's only doom that awaits them.
Just ask Casper The Friendly Ghost. Just ask Goth. Just ask The Young Lions. Hell, just ask Sinful Obsessions. All of them will tell you the same story. We won. They lost. The same outcome will be discovered when Frost and I combine our strength against Kevin and Ace, that's for damn sure.
Suddenly, my phone rang as I still held it. Pushing a single button on there, I held the phone close to my ear and turned around, still watching my kids play.
Kain: Speak.
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My name is Kain. I am the King Of Kings and when I speak, you better listen!
Another main event, another fight to be settled, and to be honest, that’s fine with Blood Omen. I harbor no illusions about the dangers we face and the risks that we have to take in order to overcome all obstacles. Unfortunately, the teams that we’ve been pitted against look and sound dangerous, but have been utterly demolished before they even knew what hit them in the first place! That’s how it has been for a long while, ever since Frost and I were partnered up randomly and were tasked to deal with impossible odds against the likes of a team that were previously champions and against another team that had a chance in making history. Yet the outcome turned out to be exactly as I envisioned it; those paper champions were wiped off from the face of the earth, the other team left to crawl back to their dull homes and heal from the scars and wounds we inflicted upon them. From that point on, everyone in the Sin City Wrestling organization were not only put on notice, but were also given a warning that was necessary to heed; Blood Omen has risen from the ashes and all will be crushed if challenged for the tag-team championship belts that are currently around our waists now. Thus, a new team has been tasked to challenge the team into mortal combat, in the hopes of gaining the championships and creating a major upset for all the world to see. Unfortunately, for them, that won’t happen and after having to tirelessly watch them dabble on like insane cult members, I realized that they honestly have no hope in winning. Rather, because of the way they spoke of each other, what they have ultimately created is a conflict of interest, one that Frost and I will exploit and put to good use at this upcoming Climax Control.
Truth is, I can’t help but look at Ace and Kevin, try to comprehend their goals and their vision for what they want out of their match. Apparently, they crave for victory, but both of them have a different approach on how to obtain that victory. One man prefers to take on Frost and I head on, the other decides to act like his buddy’s best friend and back him up, no matter what his ally said previously. I guess that’s one thing that none of our opponents ever learned thus far; they have not acted like a team. You could argue, for your sake, that Frost and I aren’t exactly a team that has known each other for years and while that’s true, Frost and I just do things on the fly, without any kind of strategy devised before the conflict even begins! We know how to act as a cohesive unit and we both decided that we would work together to destroy the competition and continue to pave the way for success in the road ahead. And that’s why I can’t help but ask; why can’t either Kevin Carter or Ace Baldwin do the same as well? Are they that pathetic and low to think like that as they cross swords, telling each other and the world that one will be fine without the other, the other wanting to be with the one from start to finish? That’s no way to accomplish the task at hand, gentleman. You simply can’t say to yourselves “Well, I’ll do my way, go screw yourself and leave it to me!” or “But hey, we are best friends, we work together to overcome all obstacles! Why can’t you be on that mindset?” Either you shut your mouths, come into agreement as one, and face us like men or perish by our hands, due to the sole fact that neither of you could straighten up your act together. What a pity! I was hoping for a fresh challenge, against a team that knew how to handle the situation and make us work our asses off, but I now know that I’m going to be extremely disappointed by the new blood here. Talk about an easy win, if you ask me! I’m not being overconfident, because I know how extremely skilled and talented you both can be (when it ACTUALLY happens, which isn’t much really), but this is going to be a battle that will fought and easily won. Sure, you’ll beat us down as hard as you can, trash-talk us to death, call us cowards and losers and all that nonsense. But Frost and I aren’t so easily persuaded by inept, incapable foes like yourself. No matter what you can throw at us, boys, we will always rise to the occasion and you both will be forced to swallow the pill of defeat down your throats. Blood Omen, as far as I’m concerned, will once again shatter all expectations and deliver a crushing finale to these upstarts! At this point, I’m sure you wish to hear my thoughts on these new foes, right? So let’s get to the verbal bashing, because after seeing what they had to offer, I have a few things to say in retaliation!
Let’s begin with Amazing Ace Baldwin, shall we? You had LITTLE to say about me and most of it was completely laughable! You comparing me to Batman; is this a joke or some bullshit? Batman is, first and foremost, a fictional character that DOES NOT EXIST, but hey, you decided to drag his name into our newfound rivalry, so let’s talk about him, shall we? Batman’s parents died by the hands of a mugger named Joe Chill. My parents died in the crossfire of two gangs. Just because we were young and experienced tragedy doesn’t mean their deaths happened the same way! Then comes this fact that I trained as a fighter, as did he. Here’s my problem with that; yes, he and I share that common trait, but you see, while I’m just as smart and capable as he is, he went on to study various things to make himself a godlike human, capable of performing amazing feats that I could do as well, but he undertook that training for YEARS! I only settled on one thing, asshole, and that’s being the best fighter that I can possibly be! Do I look like a guy that went away for years, attended college, studied up on law enforcement and other arts while pursuing to be in the best shape and learn one-hundred and twenty-seven martial arts and eventually mastering them? Hell no! All I’ve dedicated myself to is learning as best as I can and focus what I do best, Ace Baldwin, and that’s kicking ass and taking names when the time comes! YOU will be no exception to the rule! To tell me that you are quite confident and that you won’t have a problem in taking me down is a HUGE lie. You keep convincing yourself of that, Ace. You keep telling yourself that no one can out-wrestle or out-perform you, because one of the biggest lies I’ve dealt with every time. True fighters, like me, not only say it, but back it up EACH AND EVERY TIME, win or lose. I’m not saying that I’m perfect, for I’ve had my fair share of losses, but the fact is, no one has yet to kill me and you know what? No one ever will. Try as you might to drive a knife into my body and hoping to see me perish in agony, yet I’ll just shrug it off like it was nothing and keep going! But back to Batman though, man, if he were a live person, I’ll even say this; unlike you, he could give me a run for my money in a real fight. I’d have a tough time against him, maybe even lose, but I doubt it would happen. Like Batman, like every person that I’ve faced and conquered in my entire life, Ace, I’ve always found a weakness in their style and taken advantage of it! Once again, you will be no exception at Climax Control. So go on ahead, Ace, delude yourself into believing that I am worth zero of your time, but you’ll come to regret those words. Every lie, every insult will come to haunt you as I break your bones and crush your face as I smash my foot down and make you bleed profusely. As of right now, kid, I’m the most dangerous fighter to ever exist. You cross paths with me, for all the wrong reasons, and you are asking for a beating that you’d wish you never got.
And that’s going to be hard for you accept, isn’t it? Clearly, you and Kevin don’t like each other, yet you both are forced to team up with each other. The sad thing is, despite that hatred, Ace, you vowed to back him up. As far as the eye can see, Ace, it’s a one-sided affair. Even if you set aside your personal grudge against him, he doesn’t give two shits about you. Hell, he doesn’t give two shits about anybody around here, it seems, except for himself. That makes him a selfish man, a man that is incapable of understanding the value of partnership or even teamwork for that matter. So even if you say that you’re the one that’s willing to lend a helping hand, just for the sake of the championships, but will he even cooperate? I doubt it. Now that I think of it, you want to throw in a Batman reference for kicks, I’ll throw one right back at you; Kevin Carter is Batman and YOU are Robin. Batman’s the type of guy that wants help from NO ONE, so even if Robin is able to be a good, effective partner when possible, Batman still doesn’t give a damn. He believes that he can work out everything on his own, depending on no one and while I admire Batman for being confident in everything he does, he can’t do everything alone. That’s why you and Kevin Carter are set up for failure in this match, Ace; neither of you are willing to aid the other in a time of need and desperation, especially when the stakes are that high. And that’s why Frost and I will indeed dominate Team BFF; we are confident and as one, we will get the job done. Best Friends Forever? What a crock of shit and I look forward to exposing that lie with brutal ferocity and unmatched skill that only I, Kain, The King Of Kings, along with Lucian Frost, can command at our fingertips. Face is, you worthless man; the tag-team championships are going nowhere and will be around our waists yet again. All because neither of you are willing to do what’s necessary to take us out and I see that being a common trend against both old and new adversaries; no one can do what’s right for the team and not for themselves. It’s a shame really, Ace. You had promise and it looks like you have the fire in your eyes to get somewhere, just not with Kevin and now, I’m not sure if you’ll find yourself in a better place on your own here within the SCW organization. Too bad, because it’s all about decimating what’s left of you and any hope for the future. Prepared to be annihilated, Ace, because your time will expire at Climax Control!
Kevin Carter, a man that is extremely overconfident and unaware of the immense danger that he’s been placed in. Your philosophy on this match is, at its core, highly unrealistic. If you think you can take on both Frost and I on by yourself, I dare you to try. Try as you might, however, you’ll fail at the job and that failure is something you’ll have to carry for the rest of your life. Me, on the other hand, I know that I speak that way too. I’m aware of the power that I possess, the confidence that I wield, and there are things in life that, no matter how prepared I am for, will somehow defeat me in the end. You, on the other hand, cannot defeat me so easily. You speak of yourself as one that is this indestructible machine that can mow down through everything and feel like a million dollars when victory is earned every time. But it doesn’t work out that way for punks like you, Kevin. Punks like you love to talk the biggest trash possible, think of yourselves as God’s gift to anything out there, yet when it comes time to show up and do it, you end up losing and chewing everything up from your foes and swallowing it harshly tenfold. It always happens, Kevin, when you face a guy like me. When you decide to talk the biggest game against someone who is far more experienced in the art of fighting than you are, the odds of winning against such a man is slim to none. To say that you cannot be outclassed or outperformed by anybody in today’s world is a huge lie in itself. It’s like hearing CM Punk saying that he’s the best in the world all the time, yet the difference between you and him? At least he was able to carry the biggest prize for four-hundred and thirty-four days, something that I have to see you accomplish here. I’m sure that you’ve achieved those kinds of feats in the past, but the truth is, Kevin Carter, I don’t care about your previous history with other feds or old rivals. All of it is meaningless and it means nothing to me, Kevin Carter, to hear men like you prattle on about their past, how they are the greatest, how they cannot be stopped. I only care about the present, the here and now, because that’s where everything starts and ends for me. Future scores, both old and new, will be settled and each time that happens, Kevin, I’ll be the one picking up the victory. Why? Because I’ve earned it, through all the blood, sweat, and tears that I can offer. Going against a man like me in the hopes of winning is literally impossible, Kevin. Nothing that I say or do to you will convince you otherwise until you encountered such a presence in the ring. To tell me that I have faced no one like you is laughable at best, Kevin. I mean, I can’t count numerous times on old and new foes dropping me those lines, as if it matters in here. You know the kind of lines I speak of, right? About how they are going to kick my ass, about how they are going to shove my teeth down my throat, about how badass and powerful they are, and so forth? I say all those same things too, Kevin, don’t get me wrong, but what makes me stand out, from the rest of the pack, is that my actions back it all up. Win, lose, or draw, Kevin, my opponents get the message. They literally tremble when my name is mentioned from either them or someone near them, for as my image is conjured up within their minds, they’ll remember the brutality, the devastation that I delivered. Why don’t you ask Mark Ward, the boss of SCW, the man that you argued about this match? Go to him and ask him how I gave him the beating of his life, how I proved to him that I was a capable, mean son of a bitch that’s willing to do ANYTHING to see the matter through. It doesn’t matter if they like me or not, Kevin, all of them respect me in the end. I EARN that respect, becoming more of a man that they’ll ever be in their eyes. You, Kevin Carter, will learn to fear me and respect me. You will learn to bow to me, acknowledge ME as your superior in this world, and you will know your place. Believe me, kid, you still have a long way to go before you’ll become something as grand or magnificent as Kain, The King Of Kings, is!
Of course, now knowing how you function, you’ll laugh it off. Go right ahead, Kevin Carter, and do just that. But know this; many opponents have tried that same tactic. They’ve attempted to brush off everything I say, call me a weakling and someone that will be crushed by them. But once they step into that ring with me, everything changes. To tell me, along with Frost, that we aren’t bright and that we have undeserved egos is downright pathetic. If we aren’t that bright, then how come we’ve stayed on this long as tag-team champions, Kevin Carter? If we have such undeserving egos, then why is it that we set our egos aside to shake hands with the Young Lions, who deserved a rematch, got that match, and were once again defeated by the likes of Blood Omen? Everything you say and do is questionable, Kevin Carter. You don’t need to tell me that I should bring my best, because it’s unnecessary. Haven’t you been doing your homework and studying us? At least the Young Lions were somewhat intelligent to do so, except they only studied Frost and not me, which was a huge mistake on their part. They chose not to take this match seriously and it cost them a major opportunity. I can see that you want everything to happen in your favor, but again, will it be enough? Don’t kid yourself, fool, because it won’t be. Frost and I will be delivering the goods at Climax Control, so it doesn’t matter who you chose to try demolishing first. Either way, we will put up a fight unlike anything you’ve ever encountered before, Kevin Carter. We are hurricanes that are hell bent on destroying the landscape with our winds and power. We are earthquakes that shatter the floor and divide lands in two. We are a unstoppable team, a powerful force to be reckoned with, Kevin Carter. You can chose to stand alone and face us all you want, but once Frost and I combine our strength to the max and annihilate you in return, you’re pretty much done for. So I want you to ask yourself, once we emerge victorious and when you gain this permanent loss forever; why did you go about this course of action? Should you have really set aside your huge, annoying ego and allowed yourself to work with Ace Baldwin to win the championships? By the time you realize the truth, Kevin Carter, it will already be over for you. Frost and I will continue to push the boundaries of the tag-team landscape, leaving you and Ace Baldwin behind in favor of a better world for ourselves. With the way you carry yourself, with the way you talk yourself, you’ll never get far in life, because you are simply overconfident and blind to the truth that is staring directly at your face until it is given to you in the hardest way possible. Want me to reveal that truth to you? It’s very simple; there are men that can and will out-perform and out-class you in every way possible. There are men who have encountered a man like yourself, full of pride and boasting, only for it all to be taken away when it’s all said and down, crashing down on you like a wave. You refuse to believe me and you know what? That’s fine by me. The only way for you to learn the truth, along with everything else, is by taking the battle to you and to your “partner”, Ace Baldwin, at Climax Control. There, both Frost and I will once again triumph against all odds and showcase our abilities together, AS A TEAM. Like Batman and Robin, one will want to do things his own, the other will want to work together and won’t see that happen. Climax Control will most certainly be a frightening day for you, Kevin Carter, because you have finally crossed paths with two men that will spell disaster for you and your future for the very first time in your life. I hope that you are ready to accept it!
If I were you both, I would suggest that you both play nice with each other and work together, because if you don’t, then team BFF is in serious trouble. Like I said before, I’m not disillusioned by what I see here. Both of you will give Frost and I everything you got. Both of you will try to work SO HARD to see things your way against us. But in the end, it will all be for nothing. It will be Blood Omen that secure the championships for their own good. It will be Blood Omen that once again show how it is done. Even if Frost and I don’t communicate on a daily basis, we show up for work and we put aside personal dealings or feelings to get the job done. The way we both see it, Ace and Kevin, what we do against you is simply business. Business must be handled with deadly precision and constant surprise and both Frost and I can manage to dish both out in spades. If you don’t get the gist by now, it’s really that simple; Blood Omen will ONCE AGAIN be the tag-team championships after the main event has concluded. After this, Kevin and Ace, you may as well go back to the drawing board and come up with a new plan. The one that you both created now will simply be a waste of time on everyone’s time, including ourselves. We will see through your plan, your moves, your counters. We will rise up from every attack and unleash our fury double the damage on what you’ve given us at Climax Control. And we will win! That’s the important part, folks; we will earn a win under our belts, allowing our confidence and skill to increase yet again. I will have to thank you both for that when it is all said and done. I wish I could say it’s been a pleasure dealing with fresh meat, but I can’t, because in the end, it’s all going to be simple and WAY TOO EASY, for the prize will be ours for the taking!
For I am Kain. I am The King Of Kings and I…have spoken!
