I need to be alone, Alex.
I looked into her eyes and saw a fiery determination that rose from a pit that was slumbering and just came alive without warning. Knowing Ariel for this long, I recognized the change within her instantly and I could tell that this was one of those times where she needed to be alone.
Sure, sweetheart. You do what you have to do. I'll keep an eye on the kids.
She nodded once, kissed me gently on the lips, then departed the mansion, with a black duffel bag wrapped around her shoulder. As I turned away and moved towards Arthur and Rose, my two kids, my ears picked up the sound of one of the many cars we owned as it backed out of the garage and then kept driving away from the road.
To clairify, it wasn't like we were arguing or were distant from each other. Far from it. She needed her own space because she has been wanting to get back into the game, ever since she saw me return to the game, thanks in part to the SCW. More than that, she realized herself that, in order to make a better life for her children, she has to fight and become the unstoppable badass that she was when I met her all those years ago...and still is. She has to place herself in a mental state of mind that leaves out all distractions.
She's unlike anyone that I've ever seen and she's taken on every female opponent possible back in the underground circuit and has defeated them all. She continues to remain queen in that territory and thus far, not a single female competitor has yet to challenge her for her crown. In SCW, however, it could be a different story for her. She knows about the competition that awaits her and she knows of the Bombshell championship. Like me, she aspires to be the champion here as well.
I understood her ambition and I'm all for it. It's going to be difficult, but it is manageable. I know about the kids and we have a plan set in motion for that - we will be spending time with them as much as possible as one of us gets booked for one week, while the other is granted the week off. Ariel and I have spoken about this condition to Mark Ward and Christain Underwood, who agree. They understand that our kids were really important to us and that they deserve to spend time with their mother and father.
So that's one of the many deals that Mark and I struck together, along with Ariel. As I said, she doesn't get left behind. She's my best friend, my lover, my confidant, my soul mate. Everything that I could ever want in a woman and so much more...
Arthur was crawling around, his eyes gleaming with excitement and wonder while Rose was playing with some toy blocks. She likes throwing them to the ground and then allows me to give it back to her, the process repeating time and again. It's a fun game that I enjoy with her and I don't mind playing it with her. I had to stop however, when my reverie about our current situation was cut short by a buzzing from my cell phone.
After giving the toy block back to Rose, I stood up and sauntered over to the kitchen table, where my cell phone continued to buzz. I picked it up and saw that a message came from Frost. Pressing a single button, the message opened up and I scanned its contents, muttering it loud enough for the camera mics to pick up.
Blood Omen Vs The Forgetton. This time, Kain, I will be there. We will win and we will get a rematch with Ace/Kevin at Hostile Takeover! Be prepared!
I gently set down the cell phone back on the kitchen, my eyes looking up, staring into space.
The Forgetton? Who exactly are they?
At first, I wasn't sure of the name, then it came back to me. They were a team that formed back in 2003 and have achieved great things for them from that point to now. I also realized that they are a team not to be taken lightly. Then again, I NEVER took any of my opponents lightly. It never mattered the situation that I was thrown in. All I knew was that I would give it more than 100% to succeed. If I lost, then I lost, but I would eventually come back and settle the score. If I won, I would move on to better things, discarding the past quickly as it came.
Of course, the past was always a bother to me. Like Goth, an inept worm that would wiggle his way into my life every now and then. Like Mark Ward, who put me through the test at London Brawling, a man that, every time I am forced to glance at him, makes me seethe with uncontrollable rage and anger, due to our history. Eventually, all scores must be settled. This new fight with the Forgetton will be one of those scores, born of a fresh rivalry that will conclude with victory in our minds and hearts.
Frost and I will see to that shortly, especially against the "new kids on the block."
I felt a short tug in my left leg and glanced down, seeing Arthur. He looked at me and I got the feeling that he wanted to be in my arms. I obliged his request, pulled him up with both hands, and held him near my chest as I walked back to Rose, who was playing around with another toy block.
As I sat down on the couch, watching over my children, I couldn't help but continously think of Ariel.
Would she be the same Ariel that I remember to be once she makes her debut in SCW?
Only time will tell...
* * *
My name is Kain. I am the TRUE King Of Kings. When I speak, you better listen very well!
I'm well aware of the fact that there's a lot on my plate. I still have a war to conclude with Goth and our last battle ended on an unsatisfactory note. I have a future score to settle with the likes of Synn, who ignited a fire within me, when he spoke trash and tried to make himself look bigger when he's an unworthy ant that needs to be crushed beneath my boot. I have also thrown myself in a web of drama and conflict when Ariel and I decided to join Team SCW in order to destroy Team Erik.
But I must set all that aside for the moment. Frost and I have regained our senses and will re-create the magic that made us powerful in the first place. We will take on The Forgotten and we will defeat them in glorious combat, thus allowing Blood Omen to move on and challenge the current PAPER champions, who are merely holding our titles, shining and polishing them up real good, so that they give them back to their rightful owners or suffer our indestructible might and power!
No, this is not a matter of overconfidence. This is a matter of a belief that cannot be destroyed so easily!
At first, I wasn't sure what to make of this new blood. I say "new blood", because they are a fresh team within the halls of the Sin City Wrestling organization. Then I had to listen to their words, consume myself in the language they spoke in, feel out their body language and the confidence that oozed out of them. I discovered that they are a team, longer than Frost and I have been, and have achieved numerous accomplishments, whereas Frost and I only gained the SCW Tag-Team championships for the first time. In this instance, I can see the advantage being given to them. Unlike Kevin and Ace, their team experience may give them the upper hand to win and to move on for a title shot at Hostile Takeover.
Sorry, but despite your experience and accomplishments, your dreams and your vision of what the future is to you both, The Forgotten, will not come to pass. Blood Omen isn't a team that's simply going to fade away at your whim or desire, nor will they be conquered easily by a team that believes, with every fiber of their being, that it is their destiny to surprise the tag-team division by storm and make it their own. That will not happen.
Why is that, you ask? I'm sure that's the question that's boggling your minds and I have to say, thank you for the lengthy dose of ammunition that you've provided. It has given me sufficent reason and logic to convince the two of you that neither of you are right for the tag-team championships right now.
Not just right now, but ever.
First off, respect is a serious matter at hand, especially for the likes of a monster like myself. I don't give respect for free; it is earned. Now, granted, we have not given you a reason to disrespect you at all and I don't intend to start that now, unless you decide to cross the line first. That being said, the only way you'll ever earn my respect is if you own up to the challenge, take the fight to us like men and not cowards, and earn it. Earn it with every punch, kick, move, and submission that you'll pull out of your arsenal. Do that and I may just tip my hat to the both of you and say "Yeah, The Forgotten has what it takes to be something of a major success around here."
But not today, not when there's a lot on the line. You tell me that you have more on the line than we do, that you have to dig deep and defeat us in every way possible. I believe you on the latter, not in the former. In fact, to correct you both, this is more than just a title shot on the line. It's about defining our tag-team career together, Frost and I. We were paired up randomly, I might add, and have successfully dominated the tag-team division and earned the tag-titles for our own keeping. Of course, things didn't go well in the long run, but that is neither here or now. The fact is, everyone's been put on notice, but they still want to prove it on a constant basis. And what exactly do they wish for us to prove?
It's very simple, gents. That we still possess the magic that made us awesome in the first place, that we have what it takes to be the best tag-team in the SCW. Ace Baldwin and Kevin Carter can talk up all the trash they want, but once Frost and I get our hands on them, their fates will be sealed and our tag-championships belts will be back around our waists. But they aren't the current enemy to be dealing with - YOU BOTH ARE. It must be a happy time for you to tell us that Kevin and Ace beat us for the championships, but that happiness will come to an end at Climax Control. You're going up against a team that ALWAYS places everything on the line. Blood Omen is no fluke. We are no joke and I believe you both understand and acknowledge this. My problem, however, is that you both believe that you are capable of beating us.
As great as your confidence is, it's going to be your downfall. I hear the words, I hear the language and I get the feeling; it's like watching The Odd Couple on TV, except one is a man that makes sense and the other acts like a foolish gangster with words translated into dumb slang. And that's the other issue I have; will those personalities be good enough to be recognized as tag-team champions? Will it be good enough to win everybody over? Oh I'm sure that it has done WONDERS for you both in the past. But the truth is, I get the feeling that it's nothing but a comedy act, but with a touch of seriousness.
Do me a favor and get over yourselves. This isn't the time or place to debate about how strong you are, how tough you are, how courageous you are. Truth is, I can FEEL THAT. You both are confident men, able to bear the brunt of our wrath and possibly endure the brutal physicality that awaits you at this upcoming Climax Control. But I don't believe that you have come across the likes of Frost and I. In a sense, we are like you both; two different men leading two different lives, both of us carrying two different beliefs. It's like being in a weird marriage in a music band, possessing different tastes and thinking of different visions of how we want to get there. Fact is, Frost and I have set aside our personal craves and hopes, because we focus on the one thing that has gotten us far to this point.
Business.
It's business that allowed us to be successful in the first place. Like I said, we harbor no ill will or hatred towards you. Not yet, anyway. But it's business that will allow us to walk through the fire, to face you both in the eyes, and to tell you both, through our words and actions, that The King Of Kings and the Mysterious Frost is a two-man wrecking crew whose power and speed is undeniable. You've seen the matches thus far, haven't you? I know you have, because you have, once again, acknowledged our current success. Therefore, know this; we will not stop until our goal is completed. We will not stop until the tag-team championships is around our waist again.
If we have to destroy you both to see this dream realized, so be it. I know that I have a lot going on in my life, but I'm prepared to place all those dangers, those risks, and the heavy burdens across my shoulders and walk a lonely path to do so, despite the love or hate I receive from people. It's a tremendous responsibility, I know, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Do I wish you both success in the future after our battle has concluded? Absolutely. As far as I'm concerned, you both have great potential in Sin City Wrestling. But as far as beating us?
Not a chance in hell, boys. Climax Control is going to be a proving ground for Frost and I. We desire the tag-team championships more than you both could possibly fathom. We desire to be on top of the world and we will not stop until our competition has been annihilated for good. I'm sure you don't believe me now and that's completely fine by me. In fact, I'll let my actions speak for itself, gentlemen. The King Of Kings is a man of dark reckoning and I'm going to do everything in my power to crush the heart and soul of The Forgotten and show the world why you deserve that name.
Not to be remembered, but to be completely forgotten from time and space. I only hope that you both are ready for the devastating consequences ahead, because what I'm about to unleash will not be a pretty sight for you both and for the entire world to see.
For I am Kain. The King Of Kings. And I...have spoken!
