[Kain]

 I can’t believe it. As if Rose and Arthur weren’t enough…

My absence from SCW can be explained with a legitimate reason; Ariel was pregnant with twins once again. As if Arthur and Rose would be enough for the ordeal ahead, but whoever is watching over us from the heavens surely must be blessing me and my family with twins. Not identical, however, like Arthur and Rose, which is a good sign. I honestly don’t know how I could have handled three girls or three boys at once. Two girls and two boys would be just fine by Ariel and I.

It has nothing to do with my decision on Team SCW or the fact that things haven’t gone as well as they should the last time I was here. Real-life priorities with family took over and I had to concentrate more on those that I love and care about than the drama that is currently unfolding in Sin City Wrestling. I spoke to Mark Ward about all this and told him that Ariel needs a little more time before she is able to put her mindset on fighting and wrestling. There is no way that she would allow herself to battle the divas for their title while under pregnancy. She immediately discarded the idea for the time being and not only do I support her decision, I agree with it. No harm will befall on my wife or my children in any way, shape, or form.

However, that still leaves me to still support my family. The good news is that even if I am not fighting, my name is still being heard all over the world, champion or not. My merchandise is selling rapidly by the day. My phones, both home and cell, are being called constantly, with many offers for possible TV shows, movies, music albums, just about anything that a man could ask for, all calls from legit managers of famous celebrities that see the endless possibilities of Kain and what they could do for their company and the money that would roll in quickly. While I’m pleased to make a few appearances for SCW every now and then, whether it’s in a quick cameo appearance in a TV show or two or to be on a talk show and promote the company and see people’s eyes light up with fire once they see all the action that unfolds in SCW, I’m more interested in combat. I’m more interested in taking on challenges that are stacked against me, to overcome them all and to make a stand on my two feet, proving myself to the world and to those that doubt me that I am to be taken seriously and with the highest regard.

More importantly, I am interested in championship gold. Teaming with Lucian Frost, my ally, and winning the tag-team championships isn’t enough. I’m hungry for gold and I’ll do whatever it takes to shake up any division that I chose to strike in and take the gold from those who currently hold it, to bring it back around my waist and be called a champion once again. Truth is, I’m already a champion, even if I’m not a belt holder. After all, you’re hearing from the same guy that has been conducting fighting seminars and has passed on his knowledge of fighting to thousands of individuals that wish to study under my leadership, whether it may be male or female. People know of the potential that continues to be released from The King Of Kings and I have no intention of stopping in my quest to be a champion again in Sin City Wrestling, to go after someone that is actually a legitimate threat to that division and to take their belt from them.

It’s not personal. It’s just business!

Last week, I struck. A pathetic peon known as Matthew Kennedy had a bounty placed on his head and I decided to destroy him that week, taking out his goons before he threw the first punch. He should have NEVER connected with that shot! By punching me in the face, he brought out the vicious beast within me and I gave him a beating that he’ll NEVER forget in his lifetime, ramming his head into the soda machine countless times and watched, with great satisfaction I might add, as he fell to the floor, bleeding profusely, completely taken by surprise of the attack. Why did I attack him? Was it just for the money that the bounty promised…or was it something more that I wanted out of the poor, delusional fool? People were obviously mystified of my relentless assault on the snarky, little bastard, but don’t worry though; everything I do is for a reason and I had every intention of explaining those reasons for the entire world. And now, after what happened, a match has been decided; Matthew Kennedy has no choice but to face the King Of Kings in glorious combat, only to fall by my sword and to declare me supreme than anyone else out there, including HIMSELF.

I looked forward to the challenge and to quickly annihilate this foe, perhaps put him in the hospital quickly enough to the point of where Thatcher, this unnamed challenger, and I would not have to deal with this worthless cockroach that stands before us at Into The Void II.

Flying towards Santa Barbara, California, in my own private plane, I witnessed Matthew’s insane rant on television, promising himself a victory that would “carry his momentum over” into the pay-per-view. I can’t help but shake my head at the man. I don’t know what aspires him to do nasty things towards people these days, but he’s about to encounter someone that isn’t about to make his day any more pleasant than it would hopefully be for him.

My cell phone is ringing with an audible hum and I picked it up from my table and opened it up to connect.

Kain.

I’m guessing you saw his promo, didn’t you?

Yeah, I did. I’m not intimidated by this low-life punk at all. He’ll be easy to take out at Climax Control. If I take him out of the picture completely, I won’t have to worry about him as much as I will with Thatcher Rex and this unnamed challenger, my love. Sooner or later, I plan on winning that title honorably and carrying the Roulette division to untold heights. Thatcher Rex is a great champion, my love, but once he takes me on, he’ll find me to be a challenge, not to mention someone that can and will defeat him at Into The Void II. But my energy isn’t focused on him right now; Matthew Kennedy is my primary focus.

Good luck, sweetheart. I’ll be with you as soon I can.

I hung up the phone and placed it back on the table, then glanced at the warm, blue-sky, thinking of the terror that I couldn’t wait to instill onto Matthew Kennedy this week.

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Matthew Kennedy...

I used to watch you from the shadows, when my mind wasn't focused elsewhere. These days, however, I have officially considered you to be a waste of my time and effort. The reason for it is very simple, Matthew Kennedy; it's because you aren't that good in the business. Maybe, back then, you screamed potential, a man that finally had what it took to possibly destroy us all and take up the biggest prize in the Sin City Wrestling alliance. But, as time passed by, my expectations of you began to perish quickly, since the nature of your personality truly revealed itself to be that of a coward and a liar. A coward because you stole a man's rightful title and a liar because you make yourself to be a VICTIM when, in fact, you are a CRIMINAL. Sure, you could provide this argument that I have fought in illegal tournaments back in the day and am therefore no different. Perhaps, but that is no longer the case, because I've now made sure that every fight I participate in is one of legal standing, even in the underground circuit. After all, you're talking to the man that took over every territory in that circuit and changed the rules, so now everything is legit and no matter who challenges me, Matthew, I make sure to do my job and annihilate them in the process, all for the sake of proving myself to be the best that I can possibly be. But today isn't about the past, Matthew Kennedy, so I'm getting a little sidetracked. I want you to know that I'm not focusing on the Roulette title this week, nor am I focused on Thatcher Rex or even this unnamed challenger as much, even though I'll talk a little bit about Thatcher Rex and his title defense in a bit. More importantly, this week, I'm solely focused on the little boy that can't tell the truth at all and feels like everything should be handed to him on a silver platter. Matthew Kennedy, you know NOTHING of hard work, perseverance, and determination. This week's Climax Control, you're about to find out that you walked into the wrong place, at the wrong time. When I am finished with you, I want you to think of this as a lesson in violence, along with discovering the truth about me and my violent tendencies. Forget the family man that exists outside the ring, Matthew Kennedy, because he's no longer in plain sight once his music hits and he enters those ropes, challenging all who dare to block Kain, The King Of Kings, and his path to victory. Some have gotten away with a win, most have failed. You, my forgettable, miserable little "friend", are no doubt the latter and I plan on showing you exactly how much of a coward, a loser, and a worthless cockroach you've turned out to be after all this time.

You see, I find it incredibly stupid and ridiculous that you grew to be a jealous man for no reason. I've watched Thatcher Rex perform and I have to say, he's one of the best fighters that we have on the roster. The biggest difference between you and him is that he IS a man! He never backs down from a fight and always gives his opponents more than a hundred-percent in every match that he's booked in. Win or lose, he just accepts the nature of the beast and moves on without crying about it. Something that YOU do not accomplish on a daily basis, don't you? So you had to do the one thing that more than likely insults him the most and I'm pretty sure that he has a few choice words about you on it - you stole his Roulette championship. That's not the actions of a man, Matthew Kennedy, that's the actions of a coward who is deluded and insane in his own thinking, probably right up with the insanity and mindless rants of one Goth, one of my most-hated adversaries currently. Let's get something straight; it doesn't matter who carries the title, whether it is Thatcher Rex at the moment or if I should be the rightful owner after Into The Void II concludes, because it honestly doesn't belong to you. Never has, never will be. And you know why, you little shit? It's because you never worked hard in your life, something that your own parents should have taught you when you were a little kid. I guess that lesson failed to make an impact on you and your worthless career, didn't it? Basically, it all comes down to you being a dishonorable boy who hasn't made much of an impression to himself or anybody around here lately. Do you honestly believe that your boss, Erik Staggs, really cares about any contribution you make for his idiotic group of friends? No. That little man was always for himself, Matthew, and I honestly doubt he cares for your well-being and safety. To him, you're probably just a spoke on the wheel, another body to be used until it has served it purpose, only to be discarded like trash. That's your problem in the end, Matthew, and I'm glad that I don't have to worry about it. My job, however, is to inflict as much pain and punishment as I possibly can unto a soulless degenerate like you. Talented warrior? I'm more than that, asshole. I'm the biggest thing to EVER happen in the Sin City Wrestling organization, the greatest legend ever told in the world of professional wrestling, so you can take your minor praise and shove it directly up your ass, because I don't want your empty words of encouragement. What I want is to destroy the entity that's Matthew Kennedy and believe me when I tell you, that's going to happen, whether you like it or not! You're going to give that title back to Thatcher Rex (or he'll probably steal it right back from you at this week's Climax Control) and if that's the case, I won't stop him. I will, however, meet him on the battlefield at Into The Void II and make sure to show him, you again (unfortunately) and this unnamed challenger that I am the rightful bearer of the Roulette title and I WILL carry out that promise, Matthew. There's not a damn thing that you or anybody in the world can do about it!

Now, you talk to me about Mark Ward, about Team SCW, and why I am allied with them. Honestly? I don't need to explain ANYTHING to you, because I've carried that out when I faced Erik Staggs and his crew, all those weeks ago, and revealed my true intentions. I don't ever want to be associated with a man that is empty on his promises and lies to his own people and it's unfortunate that you decided to pair up with that pathetic man, a man who is really nothing but a façade that tries so hard to be charming and willing to help you when he is currently neither. Mark Ward, despite our history, and I actually agree on a few things, but let it be known that I am not his puppet and he clearly understands that, Matthew. You know why? Because at some point, after this is all said and done, that truce will die and I will immediately resume my journey to possibly settling the score with the man. He knows what's up, Matthew Kennedy; he's a very smart man, UNLIKE YOU. You, Matthew Kennedy, are more comfortable with being a follower than a leader, someone who allows others to control your thinking, your emotional and mental state of mind, and force you to do their deed, all the while you never giving a second thought of their true intentions. That's sad, Matthew Kennedy, the blind leading the blind. You ask me, Matthew, and I will tell you that both Mark AND Christian have made a hell of an effort in convincing me and being truthful, whether they like me or not. I know and am well-aware that our clash will be a win/loss thing for either team, so my forthcoming victory over you will be another win in this war, something that I have no doubt you'll be unhappy with. Hell, kid, you'll probably scream in rage, blaming something else other than yourself for being "screwed over" as you adequately put it. No, Matthew, when I pummel you into submission this week and showcase my supremacy once again, the only blame to be found is the one you need to put on your shoulders. Everything you do in life, KID, is on you and it's another lesson that your parents failed to teach you, didn't they? I look forward to this match, because I'm going to be the son of a bitch that's going to put you in place a thousand times over, Matthew Kennedy, and the only thing you can do is to literally shut up and enjoy every moment of the beating that I have planned for you.

And speaking of beatings, did you enjoy the one I recently gave to you? You know, where I took out your inept goons and slammed your head into that soda machine? You should have NEVER punched me in the face like that, because I'm an angry man and when you get me angry, I'm not a very nice guy to be dealing with in at that time and space. It's funny that you never mentioned that beating and it's even more funnier that you tried to act like NOTHING EVER HAPPENED. Please tell me that you are kidding, young "man", because that beating should have lodged into your brain permanently, Matthew Kennedy. That beating, unfortunately for you, is the beginning of your end, little one. Consider it a sample of my indestructibility, a taste of my undeniable powers that only I possess. No one can help but respect me once they have felt my terrible strength in combat for the first time. Go ahead, ask anyone that has faced me in the past, if they have won against me; Rage, Mark Ward, Goth, Casey Williams, ask anyone of them and they will tell you that I am, pound for pound, one of the strongest, if not THE strongest, fighter they've ever encountered in their entire career! If they tell you this, then you shouldn't doubt their word or their truth, because it is real. My strength, my speed, my cunning, and my ability to think faster than anyone else on the roster or on the damn planet, for that matter, is second to none! I HAVE NO EQUAL! You are about to be joining those victims that have felt my horrible wrath, Matthew Kennedy. You are about to finally understand what it is like to cross swords with a man that doesn't have anything to lose and everything to gain. That's what makes a man like me all the more dangerous, you worthless shit. I'm the kind of man that is hungry for domination and is willing to go above and beyond the call of duty to set things right and to place myself at the top of the game. Sooner or later, I am going to be challenging Jordan Williams for the SCW Heavyweight championship, something that I see you NEVER doing in your lifetime, Matthew Kennedy, and I WILL WIN THAT TITLE. But that's in the distant future. Today, it's all about you and in the near future, it's all about the Roulette title, something that I'll be happy with earning rightfully and honorably when it's all said and done!

Now, I've never been in a Roulette match before, so I honestly don't know what to expect from that. What I do expect, however, is no matter what the rules may be, you're still going down in flames. I'll be the one, in the end, with his hand held up so high, while you are lying on the mat, bleeding profusely, looking up at me and wondering just exactly what the hell you got yourself into. Truth be told, it wasn't just the bounty that I desired from you when I first heard about it from Mark. The reason why I attacked you isn't just for the sake of the Roulette championship either; it's because I finally wanted to teach you a lesson in everything. I wanted to be the man that would forcibly drag you into the school of pain, the kind of pain that only I can deliver, and show you exactly what it is like to take all that punishment and eventually leaving you lying in the dust. It's because, Matthew Kennedy, I've been wanting to shove every word, every lie, and every action you chose to say and do and shove it down your throat for the longest time. I just never had the time to do so because my mind was pre-occupied on other matters that I had to attend to at the time. This time, however, you will have no excuses. You will have no one to cry to, especially with those jackals you call "friends". They won't help you from me, the most powerful beast on the planet! You should think of me as a dangerous animal trapped in a small cage; my perfect teeth are really fangs, my body riles up with anger and rage, and I emit grunts, growls of pent-up frustration like a dog or wolf growling from some deep pit within. And when that cage is finally opened, it's pretty much all over, Matthew Kennedy. I want you to think of that image and have it planted within your mind, your consciousness. Why? Because that's exactly the kind of carnage and destruction I plan on doing to you at Climax Control. Quite frankly, I don't know what a Roulette Rules match entails, simply because I've never been in one in my legendary career. However, if the higher-ups listen to me well, then all I ask is that my first clash with you is one of violence and brutality. It is my job to destroy the weak, the make sure that only the strong survive and for the strongest one, such as myself, to rule them all with an iron fist!

By now, Matthew Kennedy, I hope you understand my clear intentions with you. You want to think of this as a formality? Think of our first confrontation as a PRELUDE! Think of this as the beginning of a relationship, where I become dominant against you, time and again, whereas you become the one that cannot help but submit to my godlike powers that's beyond your pathetic comprehension! I'm going to take you out of the game, Matthew Kennedy; you won't survive long enough to have a shot at the Roulette championship, because I plan on taking all that away from you. I plan on being a vicious son of a bitch in the ring against you. You can laugh futilely at all this and attempt to show an ounce of courage against me, but it will all be for NOTHING. Thatcher Rex will get his title back and he will face me for the Roulette championship. Truth be told, I respect him more than I will ever respect you, Matthew Kennedy, and if that gets you under your skin, then mission accomplished! But that doesn't mean that I'll let him or the unnamed challenger off the hook; they too will finally realize the truth about the devastation and the emotional toll that I will grant them at Into The Void II. In your case, however, you won't be getting any chance. If, by some miracle, you end up getting away from me and either losing or, whoever forbid, become victorious, mark my words; you are going to perish painfully and horribly from Sin City Wrestling. You, Matthew Kennedy, will become a victim of my amazing success, success that continues to swing upwards. You will be nothing but a stepping stone to my everlasting greatness, Matthew. That Roulette title will NEVER be yours until you WIN IT and so far, I've yet to see you do the job correctly! Whether it's Thatcher retaining or the unnamed challenger and I taking over the reigns from them, one thing is for sure; your life is mine and I'm going to kill both you and the career that you've amassed for yourself! Once that is realized, only YOU will be the one to be canceled from the program - FOR GOOD!

For I am Kain...The King Of Kings...and I...HAVE SPOKEN!