[Mark Ward]

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[Kain]

 My name is Kevin Johnson and I have a story to tell the world.

To begin this story, I must confess to you my profession; I'm a journalist for a famous wrestling new site that brings up constant dirt sheets, inside information that no one wants to see, but finds out about it anyway. I live behind a computer desk, spending most of my hours unearthing information on the business and the wrestlers involved in it. I've been a huge fan of the world of wrestling since my youth back in the early 80s, but my love for it spans back to an earlier age and time, when I came across a single man that devoured my attention like eating the world's best soup that taste so good, I just wanted to eat it again and again. This man was everything I lived vicariously through and would dream of being, but is too lazy enough to do it. He has it all; the looks, the talent, and the drive to make him succeed. He also has the hottest girl by his side, the kind of woman that I always wanted to be with, but could never be, for she is totally out of my league.

His name is Kain and before he was a wrestler, he was an underground MMA fighter that mixed it up with some of the toughest men ever seen, men from dangerous gangs that wanted to break him or men that lived outside of that life and simply wanted to strike it rich and famous if they could beat him. But I saw every one of those fights as I was growing up, on national television, and I couldn't help but notice how selfish, arrogant, and ruthless he turned out to be. I saw his demonic smile, witnessed the power of his strength, his might, and his determination. He was the kind of dude that I NEVER wanted to meet in an alleyway, because he was THAT dangerous. His fights in that time proved it.

That's why I am here, this short man that averages about 5'5 in terms of height and weighing at 110 lbs, nothing but a skinny, lean man to show for it after all these years. I was never the type to get a group of women, let alone ONE WOMAN, by his side, nor was I popular. I was the kind of guy that you would see in any grade school being beaten up by the jocks or bullies that ruled the school. That's the kind of guy that I was back then; not extremely popular and not well-liked either. I was a man of seclusion, staying in my room and keeping myself to my world, looking for something to escape to.

Some time during that lifetime, that's how I discovered Kain, the ruthless son of a bitch that kept on winning, despite the odds that were stacked against me. I watched him laugh with glee as he hammered all of his foes to the pavement, taunting them with words of viciousness and truth. I saw him take on ten guys and slaughtered them all within a blink of an eye. Witnessing events like that made me root for him. He was the Stone Cold Steve Austin, you could say, anti-authority, never trusting anybody, kicking everyone's ass and putting them in their place when they had to be. Soon, he was so good that no one could defeat him and eventually put out a hit on him. That turned out to be a mistake for many, as they were caught and eventually sent to prison AFTER he testified to them once he was granted immunity on everything he's done.

But seeing him for who he is now...I'm not sure. He's gone a bit too soft, I felt, especially after changing his ways and becoming a family man. So when the announcement for Kain vs Goth at High Stakes III happened, it only left me with one question.

Would the Kain of old finally come out yet again? I got an answer to that question when I interviewed him recently.

The interview I got by sheer luck, for my boss, Nathan Williams (another huge wrestling fan) was the one that gave me the task of interviewing the famous man. You could imagine the excitement that rose over me when I first got the news! I was told to meet him at a local bar in Detroit, a bar called Foran's Irish Pub. I wasn't sure why he wanted to meet me there, but I didn't care. All I cared about was interviewing the man and finally getting his story from the source itself.

I meet him at night, on Tuesday, October 1st, 2013. He was sitting in a corner of the place, not wanting his presence to be revealed as much. I could understand that, given the fact that he's a major celebrity with a bank account that dwarfed any amount I had, let alone the salary I was making. He's a billionaire by this point, able to live the life that he chose. But today, he chose to wear casual clothing, but made sure to keep a hoodie around him. When I saw him in the bar, I politely made my way through the crowd, a pleasing atmosphere, to say the least.

The music was noisy, but not loud enough to the point of where I couldn't hear the whole conversation between him and I. I introduced myself and shook his hand. He nodded politely and bade me to sit across from him. From there, it was polite banter between him and I. For the next two hours, I interviewed him on everything; his reflection of his parents' death, his career back then and now, everything that I could think of. He was in a good, jovial mood and gave long answers to some questions and short answers to other questions. From there, I learned a lot, but that question was still bothering me. I decided to use that as my final question to him and when it came time to ask, I did.

I asked him...do you think the man that I saw back in the MMA days will rise up to the fore against Goth or will I see a man that will be totally different?

That question processed into his brain and I watched his eyes gaze into me, now turning somber and serious. Before that question was asked, he was leaning back, completely relaxed. But he leaned forward now and never dropped his gaze. In my heart, I could feel it beating hard. Seeing that look on him made me want to just run from the place, but I couldn't. I was frozen with indecision and stayed in my seat, waiting for an answer.

Then he smiled.

And that smile told me the answer I was hoping for. He didn't have to speak a word that time. His eyes and his smile told the truth; he would be the cold, ruthless man that never let anything stood in his way, the kind of man that would laugh and mock his opponents after destroying them in the ring. I knew, at that moment, that things would be alright and that hopefully he could take out Goth at High Stakes III, but let's not be hasty though; Goth is a formidable opponent for Kain and even Kain acknowledged this during my interview with him. He knew that Goth would be an incredibly-difficult foe to take down, but he wasn't scared, wasn't intimated by him either. He's succeeded in winning against him, but he promised me that his feud with Goth would end at the pay-per-view and that nothing could save Goth from his permanent extinction.

Suddenly, he stood up, indicating that the interview was over. I stood up as well and shook his hand, told him that I was a huge fan of his once more and that I wished him luck against the fight. He smiled, said "You're welcome friend." and left the table. He walked through the crowd and once the people inside the bar saw who he was, they gravitated towards him. But I saw why he was that popular - that body of his is something to die for, the kind of body that I wish I had back in high school, the charisma that just oozes with charm all over, and the way he handled and carried him with a certain kind of confidence that I have, but to a point. I couldn't help but nod to myself, happy about the interview as I watched him leave.

I just hope that he was a man of his word after it's all said and done. I look forward to watching the bout between him and Goth at High Stakes III!

* * *

Goth.

It is time that I speak to you, man to man. I have a lot to get off my mind and most of what I'm about to say? You're not going to like it at all. But that's OK with me, because it's nothing but the truth. Truth is the greatest weapon on my side and I intend to get a lot of things out of my system, because quite frankly, it's been boiling within me for quite sometime.

The day that you fired me from the Asylum Wrestling Alliance was a day that was quietly instilled into my brain and would never let go. You decided and eventually committed to one of the worst decisions you've ever made in your career. YOU FIRED ME! Not because of my knee being broken or that I lost the championship at all. No. You fired me because you knew that I was literally the best thing that ever happened to the Asylum Wrestling Alliance and that all the spotlight was on me, but not on anyone else...especially you! You grew jealous and enraged of every one of my success inside that ring, from regular matches to hyped-up PPVs that gained all the money and hype because of me, The King Of Kings...KAIN. For those reasons alone, Goth, you stabbed me with your sword and left me to die. That's a crime that I'll never forgive you for by any means.

So it must have shook you up to the core, Goth, when you saw me make my triumphant return to the squared circle here in the Sin City Wrestling organization, didn't it? When you saw me flip over those ropes and stand in the ring, my angry gaze piercing into your eyes, you knew that nothing would ever be the same again. Did you honestly think, Goth, that the past WOULDN'T catch up to you? Did you really believe that I would be gone in the blink of an eye, thinking that you won both the battle AND the war? No, Goth, my life would not be the same until my revenge was exacted on you and truthfully, I have made your life a living hell.

Countless times since my return, you and I have engaged each other in battle, whether it was one-on-one or in tag-team competition. Plenty of times, Goth, I turned the tide and showed you who the REAL King Of Kings turned out to be and because of that, I walked away from you. I said NOTHING to you after that because I've already proven myself to be the better man in our endless struggle. You, on the other hand, WOULD...NOT....GIVE...UP! Week after week after week, you pursued me like a man stalking the girl of his dreams twenty-four seven, driving everyone up the wall with your delusional rhetoric by speaking of wanting a match with me, conjuring up insane dreams of destroying me in a million ways, and breaking me in half. But it felt good to ignore you, Goth, because I KNEW that my actions got you under your skin and by saying silent, I watched as you dissolved into a shade of your former existence.

Sure, Goth, I'll give you this - you are extremely tough and extremely dangerous when you have to be. After all, the recent clash between you and Kevin Carter guaranteed that much. But to see you lose the biggest prize on the line, Goth, proves the point I just uttered a second ago - that you aren't the same man I met years ago. You aren't the same man that lead Asylum Wrestling Alliance into the golden age. You aren't the same man that saw me as great promise and talent. Fact is, the man that I see is a coward. The man that I see is someone that NEVER cared for ANY championship at all. All you care about is hurting others for your amusement. Pathetic, Goth. I was hoping that you would be what you promised the whole world to be - the SCW Heavyweight Champion so that I could FINALLY get a shot at that title and to take away at least something from your rotting corpse at High Stakes III.

But you blew it, didn't you? You won a lot of battles during your time here, but when it came to the biggest fight in your career here, you threw all caution to the wind and lost to a man that was simply too powerful for the likes of the "almighty" Goth. Of course, I know that you're going to use the same argument and say that I lost to Kevin and his piece of shit partner for the Tag-Team championship belts, but you know what? Losses like those don't faze me, pal, because they've made me stronger and the next time Kevin Carter and I meet, it will be a day of reckoning and vengeance when I impale my sword through his body and walk away. It's that kind of result, Goth, that will make me stronger in the end, like how our clash at High Stakes III will be. You may have lost the championship, but I can still take away everything from you in this game. I intend to settle our score and leave you lying in the dust, nothing but a fading footprint to look at in my past and say "Well, Goth was nothing but a talker and not a man of much action."

I have ample reason to hate you. Not just because of you firing me from your federation and leaving me to die a horrible death, but because you cost me my rematch with Max Burke, a man that is a coward and a weasel that only won BECAUSE OF YOU. I intend to get my revenge for that and for so many other things you did against me. You already know them all, don't you? You already know how bad you've made things for me, Goth, and I intend to make you feel my pain, my suffering, and my anger with the power of every punch, kick, throw, and submission I deliver to you at High Stakes III. But first, I want to ask.

How is your bitch doing?

You know whom I speak of, your slut, your whore, Sapphira. Tell me, Goth, how did it feel to watch the only woman in the world that you may have..."love" (although I honestly doubt this, because you're not a lovable creature by any stretch of the imagination) be touched by another man? A man of supreme greatness and power unlike anything you've ever seen in your entire, pathetic life? How did it feel when you saw me caress her face and kiss her cheek? To know that I'm the only man, in Sin City Wrestling history, to touch her body and watch your face as it grew from happiness to rage? My actions towards her is something I don't regret, Goth, and it's one that I will NEVER apologize for, because you deserved it after everything you put me through. Give your bitch my regards and tell her that I will always be a piece of her mind, her dreams, and her nightmares. She'll NEVER escape the touch that I gave to her, because SHE KNOWS that what I did to her was...exquisite, to say the least. And you want to know something? My wife, Ariel? She approved with a HUGE smile.

I guess what you did to me was payback for the Roulette championship match, but in your mind? Maybe. But that was unfair. That was dishonest with you. I was hoping, Goth, that you would have been a much smarter man. I was hoping that you would take the high road, kept your cool, and just waited until High Stakes III to finally unload everything you had against me. But you didn't, Goth. You had to be a selfish bastard, once more, and you cost me the Roulette championship. That's another sin that I'll never forgive you for either and I intend to make the best of what I'm hoping to be our last, final confrontation with each other at High Stakes III. You see, Goth, our hatred for each other will never die and I have a nagging feeling that this match may not be the last of it. But I'm going to make the best of it, Goth. This isn't just a grudge match, Goth. This is a match it's nothing but personal. We have tried to strip each other of our pride and dignity since my return to the squared circle and in most cases, I've succeeded in dethroning you and making you my bitch, my easy prey, time and time again. But you refuse to give up in your selfish, delusional, insane quest to take me out and have gotten even recently.

That all ends at High Stakes III. Every cat-and-mouse game that we've played against each other stops here and now. High Stakes III will be the biggest battle of our careers, Goth. It's going to either make us or break us and I intend to walk out of that brutal confrontation as the sole winner of it all. I'm not talking about winning just a simple match, Goth; I'm talking about winning everything and finally proving to you, once and for all, who exactly is the REAL DEAL, the REAL King Of Kings around here. Not you, not this man named Cyrus King, not ANYBODY. Fact is, Goth, this match is going to finally end it all between you and me, because I'm putting you into the ground, six feet below, man. When I am finished destroying what's left of your body, when I am done annihilating what's left of your legacy and exposing the whole world on WHO and WHAT Goth truly is, I'm going to take a shovel and bury you for good, leaving you to be nothing but a memory that will eventually be forgotten over time...unless my memoir is written in stone and only then will I bring you up just to gloat, just to brag on how Goth, the self-proclaimed King Of Kings, was once a challenge, but was and always is an easy obstacle to overcome in my career.

I want you to think about something, Goth, and I want you to answer it.

How far will you go to see your revenge completed?

Will you FINALLY be the man that I wanted you to be, since day one? The ruthless, arrogant man that gave it his all?

See, I don't want the sniveling, pathetic coward that I see in front of me. I want to face Goth, a man who was hungry for anything and willing to go far beyond his capabilities. I once saw a glimpse of him when he earned the SCW Heavyweight championship for the first time and made me go "Fuck, if he's going to be that type of guy, then maybe, JUST MAYBE, he could give me a run for my money." But no, Goth, you immediately reverted to who I always knew you ended up being yet again, a shade of your former existence yet again. Sad, Goth, because I guess I won't be seeing that man who once held great promise, that man who was smart enough to bring me into the ranks of the AWA and see me as the man that would be the flagship of your entire company. After all, Goth, I was the man that brought it all to you; I made your company FAMOUS, more famous than it ever was before, Goth. And all you did, you fucking son of a bitch, is ruined everything for me back in the day.

That was yesterday, Goth. But this is today. Today, Goth, is a Kain that's FAR MORE powerful and ruthless then he was back in the Asylum Wrestling Alliance days. You may think that I have grown weak due to me being a family man and I know that you will abuse that point to your advantage, but I'll debunk it now. No, Goth, being a family man to my wife and my four children was the best thing that ever happened to me. They inspire me to get better and better at my craft. And please, don't tell me that you made me into who I am today, because that's not true. Fact is, Goth, you've made me simply angry and I chose to take the high road and be the man that unleashed everything upon your mind, body, and soul at High Stakes III. And you know what, asshole? I'm going to let my family be the motivation and inspiration to keep me fighting and to improve my craft on a daily basis!

YOU, on the other hand? You only motivate and inspire me to rise above the chaos and inflict a staggering amount of pain to my enemies in the ring. Do you think, Goth, that every battle that I've undertaken, whether it's a win or loss under my belt, would only weaken me? Wrong, you son of a bitch. It's only made me stronger and the day I returned into your life was a moment that you have been fearing since you the day you fired me!

Let's face it, Goth, you didn't want to face me at all, DID YOU? Why is that, I wonder? Truth is, there is no mystery of the answer to that question, because it all comes to one thing; you have feared me ever since the day I met you. I know this, Goth, because I can feel it every time you walk out to the ring and speak to the people about me or rush into Mark Ward's office and demanding a rematch between you and me. You simply can't get wait to get your hands on me, but not for the reasons you think is right. No, Goth, you simply want to get your hands on me so that you can quickly eradicate me, like the government trying to hide its petty actions and act like nothing is wrong when everything is wrong with it. A politician, in other words, Goth, is what you also are right now; you want to tell the masses that everything is OK, that I am nothing, but that's not true, is it? Your face tells it all and the words that you speak can be read between the lines.

You fear me.

You fear me and my power. You have grown jealous of my success and you have grown enraged at everything I have done and will continue to do, Goth.

After High Stakes III, Goth, you will no longer have to fear me, because dead corpses cannot feel any longer. You will finally understand why I have risen above everything you've given to me. You will finally acknowledge the fact that I have and will always be The King Of Kings and you will finally accept the fact that I have ALWAYS been better than you in everything. Let's face it, Goth, I have what it takes to be a more dominating SCW Heavyweight Champion than you ever will be. I have the talent, the looks, the charisma, the marketing power, everything that a global superstar needs to thrive in a business like this. You, on the other hand, are nothing more but a fading legend that will crumble into the Earth's dust and leave a broken, bloodied man that has nothing left to live for afterwards Goth.

I know that you are going to laugh at me, going to retort with a lot of things back to me, and that's fine. I want my words to drive you under your skin once more. I want you to feel anger, to feel pain, and I want to see, in the next few weeks, if you are the Goth of old, not the Goth of today. But I have a nagging feeling, once again, in the sense of being truly disappointed in your next performance. Quite frankly, you've been wasting my time and everyone else's time with your tenacious obsession of me and quite frankly, it's sickening to me. And I, for one, can no longer ignore you. You have been a thorn by my side since day one and no matter how many times I've embarrassed and humiliated you in the ring, you come back like some sort of indestructible machine that cannot be killed, like the Terminator. This time, however, all things will change...for the better.

This has been a long saga that could be turned into a movie, Goth. This movie, which chronicles a long war between you and me, finally gets a happy ending. An ending that you won't like at all, but an ending that I'll be enjoying when it's all said and done between you and me at High Stakes III.

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

[Goth]

 Chapter of my life,

Why this is my life, part 1:

The letter is written down with words, they are written with not normal ink but with a substance that looks like blood. The feather is across the paper with the substance dripping on the piece of paper, making a drop that gets larger and larger with every moment. The table is the same, black oak. But this time we see pictures all over it, pictures of a young Goth wrestling in the ring to the current man that we know today.

We hear soft music playing on an old fashioned record player, music played by a Jazz band. Something we have not come to know by the man that we have witnessed throughout the years, mostly it was just metal and Goth like music. Piano playing, jazz trumpets playing and the mood has been made to a calm situation. Awaiting the storm that would ultimately come as a rasp voice speaks.

Truth needs to be told…..,

Silence comes over the voice, a soft cough can be heard before spitting out some fluids before returning to talk.

It is these days that make me understand what makes it all worth it wouldn’t you agree? To fight for something beyond that what people can comprehend. To fight for the existence of that what you created, or to be forced to either retire or start all over again.

His eyes are focused upon the piece of paper, his hand grabs the feather and he looks at the leaking fluids

Its moments like these that I dare to comprehend the one thing that makes you or breaks you. To put it all on the line, for what reason you may ask? Foolishness is always the one thing that comes to mind. A fool in life that wants to prove the other that the world isn’t big enough for the both of them… it ultimately ends up in tears and people reminding them what they have accomplished in life. The problem of it all is that you know that your time could come to an end, you just never seem to amaze yourself… by ignoring that one important thing. It is that what makes me want to break the boundaries of my life and put it all on the line once more… the question is…. Can you???

Silence comes over the figure that we know as Goth, this time no face paint. No Armani suits, no leather surrounding. No shirts that allows the world to see his tattoos. A pure white long sleeve shirt covers his upper body. A plain pair of jeans and boots complete him.

To put something on the line, it means that you need to break down to the core. To walk to the ring not as the figure you have become, but the figure that you always have been. To allow the world to see the core that who I am… that makes me, Gerrit van der Krift.

His hands run across his head, running through his hair as if he is counting every piece of hair that is covering his upper head. His eyes are focused, they are not intense as they seem to be plain. We see his lips, coloured with his natural skin colour as it has no white face paint.

Why you wonder to yourself that I allow my vulnerability to be shown upon the world? The question soon will be running through your mind that I allow people to make fun of me. But isn’t that what makes a part of our lives? Fun is just another exploration to get under the skin of your opponent, it molds you, it widens your character to the point to see who snaps first… me or you… too bad that the other would not ever dare to retaliate with saying that your right… but we all know that I am…

I first started wrestling when life was over, life I tell you. Life where I was staring into a dark void, staring into the waiting eyes of death as he was just sharpening his nails on his axe. We all know that Death knows no deadlines now don’t we???

I was a bum, a nobody. I was scrawny, I was trying to get my stomach once again get used to food. Drinking some energy back into my system, as only thing I was hearing was his laughter…. Chains rattling, the ticking of the clock and his whispering was clear to me… that I had to do something, or else my time had come…

He runs his fingers over his chin, hairs can be seen as he hasn’t shaved in a long time. Brushing away the hairs one by one, telling us that he has no hurry to tell his tail.

Then it hit me, I became a realist. Realising that when I started this struggle against death, that I knew that fighting was my thing. Granted, I was 16… what did I know? I had no scholarship, I had no clue on physics. And my body??? Ruined by these tattoos, the same tattoos I have to stare at when I stare at myself in front of the mirror. Remembering the tales that belong to them, one by one… death of my best friend, betrayal by loved ones… the laughter of Death in my ears every time I close my ears… ever had that struggle to remain sane? I don’t think so… and yet, here I am… all alive, all withdrawn from the struggle that I went through… just like HE went through when he entered the desert upon his own… coincidence that this is a similarity between HIM and me?? Who knows….,

The man drops his hand, he pushes both hands on the black oak table that bears the letter in the center. Staring at it, not showing his face. As if he is hiding it with shame before the world to watch.

Memories have drawn me closer to death so many times that people sometimes ask me how I could not snap? Who is to say I didn’t? who is to say that I never went off on someone? Breaking a ligament? Trying to be something that I am, but the world wishes not to recognize??? That’s a flaw and a weakness that you need to explore, explore to take advantage from… that’s what made me who I have become…  but Goth is not me, not a shadow of a doubt…. Goth never was in prison like I like to talk about when I am on camera posing to be him. He never had that blade across my throat, threatening me to cut me and watch me die. He never had that chance to make something of my life, all I ever did was enter a wrestling company and signed up as…. Well you know who.

It was moments like these when I realised that I needed to escape reality and create one of my own. A reality where we patch things up, create a whole new world and for what?? To hide the truth of who we really are… I dare to speak out my true name, a no no in this business, but then again..  who was I to ever play by any rules???

His eyes are nowhere near any sign of emotion, no rage, no fun, no fear, no pleasure. Just pure void in his eyes as his voice is soft and mono tome. He looks like he has not slept in ages, apparently a lot has gone through his mind.

This is what I know, this is what I do best. And guess what? I am putting it all on the line, for what? Fun? Pleasure? The money? This is what each and everyone is here for, the money. Even those who speak of the admiration of the fans, the many cheers or boos. The many lines of fans, trying to get your autograph…. And in the end, does that save your career when you put it all on the line? Or is it the mere fact that you need to get home and get your bills paid?? I am that man, I am him that knows everything and speaks out the truth… just like HIM, who once told his dearest of dear that he would betray him three times… and the man whispered to him that he would not, that he loved him…

Love, such a futile meaning of expression in my world huh??

How many times have we not seen a love story being exploited? To have the love ooze from each other, being soft… being helpless for each others gaze and grasp? To have the world witness your marriage and birth of the younglings…. Oh the many times I have watched a Elizabeth and Randy love story gone to waste. And for what? Because you feel that a love story is good enough to be watched, to be aired upon National Television…

I know I have a love, I know she is the one for me…. Realising the world has seen her enter the ring. Being a part of my matches, control outcome and be the one that put me in the right track for a match. But do I talk about love? Do I talk about having children? Being romantic? Being the father that I always dreamed about? The world is such a romantic place that does not exist in my wrestling life….

Wrestling life….

Life…..

Until then, I forgive you to wait.. until another time.

Present day, a press conference:

We can see Goth sit down at a local press conference for this months PPV. Talking about his up and coming match against Kain, the former World heavyweight champion sits down with a pair of sunglasses on his face, hiding his eyes for the world to see.

Spokesperson: Welcome to this press conference as we have the former SCW world heavyweight champion awaiting every question.

The first reporter raises his arm in the air as he gets the chance to ask the first question.

Reporter 1: Goth, how do you feel about the fact that you wont be entering this match as the SCW Heavyweight champion of the world??

Goth shows no emotion, he stares forward as if he has not heard the question at all.

Reporter 1: Goth? I….,

Goth: I heard your question, you want to know how I feel? The now champion proved to me that at that given night he was the better man than me. He was able to beat me in a way that he has not done in two past attempts. I congratulate him for that win.

A second reporter gets up and asks a question.

Reporter 2: Goth, do you intend to use your rematch clause??

Goth: Do I look like I am looking for a two year wait for another title shot? I know that I can beat Kevin. I know I have his number, I know that I can make the hair stand from the back of his neck. So yes, when I am done with Kain… I intend to get what I want… my way.

Reporter 3: Goth, you say you are intending to take care of Kain. But in the past you…,

Goth: You wish to refer to the fact that he has beaten me before? Yes I admit, he has. There is nothing I have not said before that would refer to otherwise.

Reporter 3: Yes, but Kain has said.

Goth: I believe Kain has had a lot of time to say a lot of things now hasn’t he??

He chuckles, he grabs a bottle of water as he takes a drink from it and continues to answer the question.

Goth: You see, there is no love lost between me and Kain. We all know the history, we all know I fired his ass. We all heard him talk about it don’t we?? And we all know that Kain tells the truth, so yeah…,

Reporter 1: Can you clarify that Goth??

Goth: Do I really?? Ok fine, I will give you an answer. Here is a guy that I once thought that he could be like me in the GWA days. Why? Because back in the day I was just starting to grow into this man that reached a level that I had not reached before. A man that had not reached his fullest of full potential as a wrestler. Yup, that is right. I am talking about my own career if you haven’t noticed.

Goth takes another drink from the bottle of water, he licks his lips and takes a few moments to dry up his lips.

Goth: Excuse me for that delay, I really hate it if I would let some water fall from the mouth. Where was I?? Oh yes, I remember. You see, I was wrestling the Global Wrestling Alliance that closed their doors. Grinder and Al Cohol trusted their wisdom and guidance to a man that was still a wrestling GOD. Late twenties, in wrestling ages too young to be a main eventer, yet I was. I was the biggest name that the company had and you know why???

He awaits the answer of one of the reporters, but none of them dares to open their mouths.

Goth: Because I dared to be what nobody else ever wanted to be. I dared to be me….,

Reporter 2: What does that have to do with you and Kain??

Goth: Everything, it is obvious that you just come here as you have written down some questions. Unable to comprehend a single thought that would resemble anything that tells me originality. You see, Kain wanted to be special. Kain was a raw talent, I give him that. He had the size, the strength and the determination to learn from the best. He watched me every day, he studied my matches. He watched me cutting promos and yet, the only thing I saw was some kid wanting to be like me…. He even wanted my infamous title… the King of Kings… hasn’t he not???

The reporter nods his head in agreement of the words that Goth has spoken.

Goth: There you go, it is quite simple. I thought I had another Eric Corrayo that became my rebel in the beginning of the AWA. A guy that dared to stand up to everyone else, a guy that hated my guts in the entire run that he was in the AWA. And yet, when I see a marketing tool… I grab it… I exploit it, I drain it… until I have no use for it….

Reporter 4: So you did not want Kain to be in the AWA??

Goth: What took you so long? Call it greed, call it business, call it whatever you want to. Like I said, Kain and I never will look eye to eye. We have two sides of the story, who will people dare to believe? A husband? A man that has given birth to four kids? A man that wants to show the world that he is a family man? And yet has no remorse of abusing another mans wife??? I once read an old book where it said… thou shall not desire another mans woman?

Reporter 3: He claims he did that to get under your skin

Goth: So does that mean it is a right thing to do?? Now I know I have not been a man without my own two cents of sinful thoughts. Believe me, I would speak of everyone in this room that we have done one or two things that God would not approve??

Everyone in the room laughs as Goth shows a smile on his face, clearly calm as he has done this many times before.

Goth: I know that he did it to make a stand, to send me a message. A man that claimed that he had me in the grasp of his own hands…. A man that is a husband and trying to seek an edge over me, an edge over an old timer. A man that is washed up, a man that never could beat him. A man, oh I am just starting to sound like a Kain cover band as I repeat every word he utters…. Thankfully I do not do cursing words though.

Goth excuses himself as he takes another drink from his bottle of water that is slowly starting to get empty.

Goth: He wanted to grab me by the throat and demand things, I never listened to demands in my entire life. Because when you give in once, they always come back for more. To me, it gives so much more peace in my head as I know that I stood alone in this world of many.

Reporter 5: Goth, I have a question for you…

Goth: I am sorry folks, I have a few visits to do at a local hospital. I want to thank you for your time.

Goth gets up as he walks away…..

Present day

The same jazz song is once again being played on the record player, this time we see Goth on his bed as he is watching the ceiling. His eyes locked on a crack in the ceiling, that is tracing a path from one side of the room to the other.

See that crack? It is just like a lifeline that is telling you a story.

The camera tries to move upwards towards the crack, but it is stopped by the hand of the former World Heavyweight Champion. Forcing it to be locked upon him

I asked you if you saw it, not to show it. It would give so much away, so much that I need to discuss and so little time that I got left to do it in.

The camera remains locked upon his face, the face that is once again without the paint that we know him off.

Today I am going to be revealing a side of me that the world has never seen before. Why? Because this is the perfect moment to show the side that we wrestlers should hide at all times. I know what you are thinking, if this is what you should hide, then why do you intend to show it? Good question, it is not that I have changed beliefs in what wrestlers should do, it is merely the fact that I like to show a side that you want to see. A side that you cherish, a side that makes you belief that we are also mortal men besides wrestling stars.

Wrestling stars, please….,

He puts his hands behind his head and stretches his body, we can see several marks upon his body. His ribcage area show many scars, from past wars that he has been in over the years.

People have often asked me in private mails, why I do not show any romantic sides to my character? Why don’t you show some intimate moments with Sapphira? I know that the recent days of living in a society that craves on watching real life soaps crave to show a life on tv that the world cannot have. The wealth, the fast cars, the women throwing themselves at your feet, the lust of the era of Sex, Drugs and Rock & Roll… and yet, it seems that the more people ask… the less I show… why???

Don’t you love her anymore??? Are you having an affair??? Has she lost her touch???

A sinister smile emerges on his face as he shakes his head in disbelief.

I know that there is a line that people often enjoy to abuse to their own good, a line that only limits them to their own stupidity. What you see, is what you get…. A story lined tale that washed up celebs put upon the camera. Always bickering, airing their dirty laundry, celebs that give birth in front of the camera to earn a quick buck. Something I always wondered what the next big thing would be??

But to call this something that we never saw before is something beyond my grasp, a man in his thirties… in his prime of his wrestling career. A man that runs a federation as well, a man that knows everything that there is in life, what can be aired and what remains personal and private… a man that has decided to keep his private adventures… private… something that some of you find hard to understand….

There are those who like to do things differently, those who like to air their private lives in front of the camera. To have the world watch on in awe of how much he or she loves his or her mate. To let the cameras in their personal lives, to see how their kids are raised and to show the world how much of a good husband or wife he or she really is…. How often do we need to be blinded by lies and deceit huh Kain??

The name of his opponent has been uttered for the first time this night since the camera has started rolling. The man that he has been waging war over with since the moment he signed his release

How is the family life treating you Kain? A father of four, a husband of a wife that looks at you with love in her eyes. I just wonder Kain, what did you tell her that night that you had that whole master plan embedded down your mind? To ambush a helpless and defenceless woman? That you would force her to be your marketing tool to get what you thought was a water proof master plan idea. Title vs. Title….  I wonder Kain, did that shed a little tear of pain down her cheek? You see Kain, that’s the beauty of women. No matter how much you think you convinced them otherwise, they will still feel the pain of betrayal. The doubt in their minds whether they did something wrong. Whether you love them?? And I can understand you would look at other women Kain… because lets be honest, pregnant from twins causes intimacy to be dropped at a low level now did it???

Normally Goth would show a sign of a sadistic grin, but he remains without emotion. His eyes locked upon the ceiling as he continues to talk in an eerie slow and soft tone.

I know you have studied me well Kain, back in the days when I allowed you to learn from me. I allowed you into my personal life. I see that you are trying to use the same mentality that I always put against my opponents, trying to work a psychological worm through their brains and try to find that weak spot. I know you are still young, nowhere near the few years away from forty that I am in. But that’s ok Kain, I did not become a King overnight. I had to swerve through the lines of deceit and lies to get where I got today. But the difference between you and me is this Kain, I always sat alone in my room with Sapphira. Coming up with ideas to get where I am today. While you? You were just offered a possible seat at the throne of gold, all you had to do is to do what I wanted you to do… but I know, in your mind you did that and so much more….

Tell me, explain to me that since that faithful day. You never achieved the goal in life to become a champion? Something that you have boasted with so much vengeance and authority, that I wonder to myself…. Why Kain? But perhaps I have missed something, perhaps the chance of a lifetime came when you were blinded by the greed of the Roulette championship gold and that of the World… that you became desperate… trying to find a way to put me in hatred and disadvantage??

Oh come on Kain, I admit. That was the wildest idea that you ever had, you know why? Because you never dared to get out of your own comfort zone. Always being at home at 9, in the hopes of telling your kids a bed time story and then do the dishes for your wife. Thinking about all the missed opportunities you perhaps never had??? While I told you that a family life almost always ends up in failure. But you never dared to listen didn’t you Kain? Like now, always following your own version of reality. Never allowing yourself to see perspective through the eyes of another person… Never giving yourself the chance to think things over and realise perhaps you made an error. Why? Because in your mind I never did either…..,

So you had it all worked out, I do an angle where Goth is in the ring. I enter the room with Sapphira and I bring home in a camera. You had it all worked out, you wanted me enraged so I would make a mistake, you wanted to get an advantage over me that you knew you hadn’t since the tag titles match and in the hopes of touching the soft skin of a different type of woman… a woman that enjoys pleasure, a woman that enjoys watching other men, a woman that isn’t a stranger to some physical attention…oh when I just think back to the fun times she had in GWA…. My brother Fang could elaborate on this subject too.

A first sign of emotion comes over him as the corner of his mouth slowly start to move upwards for a few moments. Clearly remembering some of the moments he had when he was younger, thinking back to Brenda as he has had some intimate moments with her as Fang with Sapphira.

Some crazy times, the forming of the Dark Enforcers, him and I combining blood to become blood brothers. To have that bond for eternity, something that she enjoyed too so much. But that was then, this is now. The now where you tried and succeeded in merely one thing, angering the man to realise that I had to set things straight. You see Kain, I follow my own rules, I bend them whenever I choose to. Because Kain, I do not live the life of a moral code when it comes down to personal life and wrestling life. I do not air my love life in front of the camera, why? Because it is a distraction. But that night? All I wanted to do is to make you my personal…..

You can fill in the dots DAD

Oh the troubled soul you always were Kain, never been able to focus on more than one goal in life. Size wise, physical wise, strength wise are you a gift to every wrestling industry. But come on Kain, you are one dimensional. You have nothing that would tell me, Mark or Chris that you are championship material? If you were, would you not agree that you would have been that man that would have beaten Kevin Carter in his first title defence instead of me? But no, you are at home… frustrated, seeing the fact that your life has gotten nowhere, realizing that the time was ticking and understanding that you and I would meet. But you had to come home, home to your woman. Look at how the difference of male respect for the other gender separates you from me, I respect your woman to the point she will realise that you are nothing more than a loser of a husband and a father.

I know I will anger you even more…. Good, let it all out Kain. Because in the end, it will only make you more of the idiot that you already are.

He slowly rises from the bed, the sheets all wrinkled up as he gets up and walks over to the table with a bottle of water. A picture of him and Sapphira is next to it, not as Goth but as his true alter ego Gerrit van der Krift. He takes a drink from the bottle as he stares at the picture for a moment or two.

That picture was taken when I was in Venice, ever been there Kain? Have a gondolier go through the most romantic channels in the whole of Europe… perhaps the world. Having him sing the most romantic songs in Italian, while you just hold each others hands and forget everything. But today, we must forget even love for a few seconds as something else is on the line huh Kain? The prospect of losing that what is a part of you, that almost as if a Luchador loses a mask in a mask vs. mask match. The biggest fear in their lives, because not many wrestlers could have a career after losing their mask.. and that given title is your mask to your one dimensional career and you realise that don’t you???

You see Kain, that title is something I gave to you… something that the old book once wrote… I giveth and I taketh away….. something you need to understand Kain. That one part of that sentence I have fulfilled, and fulfilling destiny has no barrier of age. You speak of age of being some sort of hindering my career?? If it was, then tell me that I have done something that you could not?? Please your own woman for instance??? Now I understand that I am getting personal, I understand that I am going into the subject that you will foam to the mouth with and say it is all lies……

But have you Kain? And I do not wish to hear the excuses of four children, because there is so much more than that to please a woman. I can imagine that she often wondered to herself that did she marry the right person? Have you told your children to tell a different woman that it is ok to call her what you did to mine?? Or has your wife asked you a thousand times if Sapphira truly enjoyed the lips of the one man that she craves for to be kissed? Another weakened state of a woman that gave birth would ultimately end up her crying at night before she told you for the thousand of times that she is alright… I know women Kain, you are just seeing the outer shell of that what is far more complicated than what truly is…

He puts down the bottle and turns his head, glancing over his shoulder towards the camera.

You see Kain, it will be Gerrit van der Krift that will put his crown on the line. Not Goth, even though I will be announced as him. That’s what the label says now does it? But no, it will be the man that created Goth, the man that created life as this character. And I do not intend to hand it over to some loud mouthed brass idiot that thinks he has got the right to say whatever he wants. You see Kain, it will be a submission match inside a hardcore environment. Something that the world has to witness to shut one of the two up, to have him bow down before the other. Have him being disgraced in time and public for the remainder of time. Do you understand how much of a humiliation that is Kain? Or are you just still at the level of how much torture you could put me through???

I am willing to put my career on the line Kain, because in the end of that night… my career has come full circle and a new evolved one is already at the door. Already knocking at my door and trying to create a whole new personification that you do not wish to endure. So no matter what you will say, the end result will burn a hole through your soul. As I intend to take home everything that you worked for… Everything that you love, everything that you hold dear. You see Kain, I intend to take home with me so much more than just the pleasure of watching you bow down before my feet. Handing over that what is already mine, I intend to take home your dignity, I intend to take home your courage that you got written down on a piece of paper. I intend to take away your wife, your children, your home, your dog if you got one, your car, your paycheck, your life. You see Kain, when I take away your title as King of Kings… I have taken away so much more than you have ever held possible. And in the end Kain, I will extend my hand to you. Extending it in a gesture of forgiveness of betrayal you put upon your master.

Jesus got betrayed, as he promised to his loved one that he would betray him three times. That he would hear a rooster at the end of the third time.. he refused, he denied the possibility to think of that way. And the third time will be coming Kain, only this time it will be me that will stare you in the eyes, not with sadness. But with joy, joy that I finally allowed you to be branded as nothing more than a complete failure.

You have the potential to make it in the future Kain, the problem is that you do not wish to wait for that future to happen. You want it to happen right now, you are desiring lust over love. You do not have the slightest of ideas what would happen if you let go and be more like me…. But for that to happen it is already too late.

The truth hurts doesn’t it Kain? Was this what you were expecting from me? Like you expected a man that would allow you to reclaim something you did not even deserve? You blame me for not winning back that title? Like I said Kain, I giveth and I taketh away, something that a true King of Kings would understand, not a failure that holds a crown over his head and flaunts with it.

Tell me Kain, has it been worth it? The wait? To you it always has been about you hasn’t it?? That I had to come to you, because I made a challenge so many years ago. Has it been worth it my friend? Has it been worth the wait? Has it been worth the fact that you grew in confidence, while you were just experiencing a shell of that what you could have become? You were not even close of being confident… like I told Kevin, I took away a piece of you when I beat you to become tag team champions. And who did we beat to become the tag champs Kain? Wasn’t it you and that masked idiot? Tell me Kain, did that create a dent in your shield of confidence? Or was it just a sign that you were having a bad night?

To my recollection Kain, a war is not won by a battle…. A war is won inside the mind. A war is won when you see the light at the end of the tunnel. Seeing that white flag waving, in the hopes I would ask MY Father in the heavens for forgiveness, as they did not know what they were doing.

But for you Kain??? I decide to put fate in the hands of your lovely wife. Because I do hope, I do hope you will bring her to the ring at that night. I do hope she will be allowed to watch everything that I would do to you. I hope she will be watching me as our eyes will meet, I will even bow down before her. Bowing down to a woman that is truly a queen if she would allow herself to be lowered to a standard of a farmers boy like you. Giving up everything she had, only to be granted nothing more than a man that knows no sentence without disgracing himself with curses.

You see Kain, there will be a day that me and Sapphira will settle down and have a family. To be a husband 24/7 to be there for the kids all the time, not being a halfwit like you. A husband that skypes with his children, believing that they love daddy who is never there. I will do you a favour, I will do your wife an even bigger favour. I will do to you what some of the greats never could… I will do to you what I should have done to Metamania many times before when I had faced him… I am going to send you into retirement. Because when the night is over, when you hear that final bell clinging… you know that it is time to say goodbye and what better way to do that is to bow down…. Bow down to the King… the King of Kings…

Think about that Kain…. Think about that….

His eyes are set as he closes them slowly as the shot fades to darkness.

[Christian Underwood]

 The first RP period is over. All posts following this will be for RP period two.

[Kain]

 My name is Lisa Grayson. The entire world knows me better as Ariel and I have something to say now.

I remember the day that I met Alex, when he was still competing in the underground fighting circuit. Back then, I was the most ruthless woman in our division and, like Alex, I pretty much took control of every territory I could get my hands on. Like Alex, the odds were stacked against me - you could get me to go against ten women and I'd still kick their ass. Life wasn't easy back then, but it was also challenging and I enjoyed proving people wrong. I enjoyed showing their bosses that I am not to be disrespected, but to be feared and respected instead. My style was roughly the same as Alex's - nothing but MMA and a mix of other elements from other martial arts that gave me enough leverage and advantage over my opponents to make me deadly enough that no one could destroy me.

That night, however, it was a day off. I watched from a crowd in Detroit, MI, where he was in a cage, fighting an opponent that tested his skills to the limit, even to the point of where that opponent injured his left knee. But it was Alex that took him out instead and won the main event, as usual. One of the perks of being part of the MMA circuit is the amount of pay you'd earn and that fight alone guaranteed Alex (who was starting to be known as Kain back then) at least 4 million, which he earned that night.

Something about him made me attracted to him. Perhaps it was his look, his chiseled six-pack abs, his muscular arms and legs. Perhaps it was his confidence, the way that he carried himself, the kind of man that knew how to take care of business. To this day, I still believe it was a combination of many things that made me feel differently about him. Before him, I dated a few losers and they were nothing but mama's boys. I didn't need men like them, but Alex, aka Kain? He was different. Different from all of them. Seeing him and the way he moved, the way he spoke, the way he never let anything get in his way, that ruthlessness, that ego, that terrifying power. He was like me...the man that would complete me. I didn't know that at the time, but it felt that way instantly.

That night, my heart changed. I realized that I was feeling something vastly different than anything I ever felt before.

I was in love. Not puppy-love, not the kind of love that you would feel during your days in high school or college. No. This was real, the kind of love that you share with only one human being, the one person that makes you feel complete and whole as a person. He was the only man I wanted from that point on and I decided to make that point across to him that night.  

After the fight, I saw him limping to his car, ready to leave. But it was my voice that made him whip his head around, to find me as I approached him. He wasn't thinking of anything else but his knee, unaware that it would be this night that would change everything for him. It would also change everything for me. He looked at me and something within his heart stirred as well. We struck up a conversation that night and we have been inseparable ever since.

For a long time, he and I engaged ourselves in brutal competition within the underground fighting circuit. In time, I realized that he was quite different. He wasn't just a man's man; he knew that his woman could take care of herself completely without the aid of a man by her side and that's something I loved about him. He knew, from day one, that I was tough, committed, and strong. I had the kind of body that most men would dream of wanting to be in bed with, the kind of face they would want to wake up too. Kain's opponents and certain men, regardless of whether they fought or not, tried MANY times to take my body and soul for their own selfish purposes.

That was a bad decision to make on their part. A lot of men forced their affections on me and it cost them almost their life and a lot of broken bones that meant a trip to the hospital.

From that point on, everyone understood that I was Alex's woman and not to be touched. Alex never had to lift a finger to protect me; he knew me well, by this point. After all, we weren't just best friends and, at the time, a boyfriend-girlfriend couple - we were also confidants, willing to spill our deepest desires and secrets to each other, knowing that it would never be revealed to anyone else but each other. That's part of the reason why our friendship blossomed into something more powerful than anything we have ever experienced together - because we were unstoppable. Together, we saw ourselves as a team that could take on anything and never cared once for what others thought of us. Everyone hated us and that was fine by us - we were determined to take everything for their own, never once caring for the consequences and basking in all the rewards and glory that we earned from everyone and everything.

That is my story and we have been together since that time, at least thirteen-fourteen years now. We have given birth to four children and to see the transformation that he has gone through and what I've done is nothing short of amazing.

But I'm afraid. Deeply afraid.

For Kain is the man of my dreams, the man who has undertaken this journey to fight legitimately in a sport that he loved as a young child. But he's also a man that may find himself to be too soft, especially in a match of this caliber, against a man whom he worked once for. And I don't want him to be at all, but with the way he views his children and his wife to be the most important things in the world, it could be a major distraction for him. It would be that distraction that would cost him one of the biggest wins of his career, especially against Goth.

Goth is a man not to be liked and certainly not to be trusted. To me, he reminds of a famous celebrity, a certain red-head that released a lot of records, few of them to be excellent due to musicianship and singing. However, the problem is the lies that he speaks and only reveals either few truths or a lot of half-truths. I don't believe in people like him; people who lie to make themselves look good for themselves and not revealing much of everything else in mind, for their actions spoke more than words. Goth is that kind of man and what I saw from his promo, last week, indicated as such.

As open as I felt he was, I knew what his dark intentions were. Kain told me that this would be one of the biggest fights of his life. I believe him. Goth isn't the type of wrestler to be given the "Finger Poke Of Doom", fall down like a tree, and to be given a free pin. He's going to do whatever it takes to destroy Kain and end his legacy once and for all.

Kain, on the other hand, is nowhere to be found. Not even in my own home.

For the last two weeks, he's been away, focused and determined. I received text messages from him, once a day. He told me of what was happening to him as he strove to prepare himself mentally, physically, and emotionally. He had to become the ruthless son of a bitch that I know him to be. He had to become the Kain of old, the kind of man that would laugh at his opponent's faces before breaking their legs or arms. He had to be the man that let NOTHING in his life faze him. He certainly couldn't be thinking of our children or even me and I understood this.

I want Kain to win. I want him to finally walk out of that long rivalry as the ultimate victor, to end a feud that's been haunting him for so long. True, their hatred for each other will never perish, but I have a feeling that it was all going to end, with one man standing, the other falling. It won't be Kain that falls, for he will stand. He will win and look down upon Goth's bloody corpse at High Stakes III. And that's what he been focusing on - that singular vision of ultimate supremacy over a foe that's been a pain in the ass to him. I seethe with hatred every time I think of him, for all the hurt, pain, and suffering that he's caused for the both of us.

So here has Kain been? He's been fighting in the underground circuit, although through legal fights now, and has been gaining more and more confidence than ever before. On top of that, he's been promoting the High Stakes III event and hyping it around the world with his TV and radio appearances. This is his job now, a trained professional that knows how to make a business look good. No one in that locker room, he felt, could touch him. Sure, he's lost a few matches, here and there, but has that ever fazed him? No. It has made more pissed off, more venomous than before and I think that part of him will be shown once again, but on a darker, more intense level against Goth, the man that ruined everything for him.

That was in the past. Today is the present. Detroit, Illinois, in our famous mansion. Two of my older children, Arthur and Rose, were playing together in the living room while my other two babies, Cecil and Lydia, were in their cradles, fast asleep. It was a lot of hard work, having to depend myself on everything here. Believe me, most of me wants Kain to be out there, to be doing what he does best, but at the same time, I can't help but have some part of me want him home, to be with us for good. Then I remind myself that I cannot be a distraction for now, that he has to stay on target and worry about the one man that needs to eliminated at High Stakes III.

My cell phone vibrated on my phone and I picked it up and saw that the message came from my husband. It only had one single line to be read from it...

I need you. More than ever.

Knowing what he meant, I wrote back with the following...

I will be there, my love. Only for you.

With the text message sent, I called on a girlfriend that can be relied on to watch over my children while I was gone. It is time that I supported my man, to be with him as he confronted Goth, the self-proclaimed King Of Kings, and to show the entire world that Kain...my man, Alex...is the TRUE King Of Kings!

* * *

Goth.

These will be my final words to you. After that, I have nothing left to say until High Stakes III.

It's easy for anyone to sit down, crank some music in the background, stick a pen into a piece of paper, and write down your thoughts. You talk about anything and everything, from your current goals to your deepest, darkest fears. In your case, you chose to spoke about the past. You chose to tell the world, through words, about you who were, what kind of man you appeared to be back in the day, and what you wanted to accomplish.

In a sense, perhaps I can understand what you trying to showcase here. You are trying to connect with people on an emotional level. You're attempting to tell everyone that you put everything on the line, that what you speak is truth, that nothing is hidden from the world. You want to expose yourself as Gerrit van der Krift and be known as that, not just the nickname that they announce every time you step into the ring. You want everything about you to be as personal as it gets, because you want the crowd to BELIEVE in you. Absurd, I know, because that's not who you are at all today, but back then? Maybe. In any case, perhaps it's believable because of your own history. Who am I to question the long list of accomplishments that you've achieved in the past? Who am I to sit here and call you a weakling, a fool, a fragile, pathetic human being when you are much more than that?

But in the end, it's hard to believe any of it. Why? Because that you, in another lifetime. The man that was in the past irrevocably changed into a formidable monster with no heart and soul. The man that I see today? He's a liar and while some of what he speaks is true, the rest of it is lies. You have to read in-between the lines to figure out who Goth or perhaps Gerrit van der Krift REALLY is. Unfortunately, it's not hard to; even a male or female of low IQ can figure out the man behind the white-painted face.

It doesn't matter if it's in the past or in the present, Goth. You are like me - both of us are men of tremendous ego and we love to hear our own voice. We love to talk a bit too much about ourselves, boast ourselves of pride and supremacy. We use that voice enough to the point of where it can make men and women drive us crazy or love us all the more for it. The difference is, however, is that people hate you while the people love me. And I'm thinking, deep down, inside your black soul, it's something that you really wanted, isn't it? You speak of love and how only one woman in your life desires for it, but I'm sure, Goth, that you want the people to love you for your wrestling ability and for the carnage you demonstrate in your wake. The problem is that any chance of regaining their confidence and support was gone the moment you chose to become a ruthless dictator. Yes, Goth, I said RUTHLESS DICTATOR, because that's exactly who you are.

You are a man of total control. You want to be the man that everyone looks up to, aspires to be, and should be feared and respected. Hey, I want control too, but do I look like the type of guy that wants the entire universe to be centered around me? In the world of wrestling and in the world of underground fighting, definitely yes. But, you see, the moment I chose to start a family of my own, Goth, I decided that the world outside also needs my attention and I do what I can to help. Granted, I don't go around, kissing babies and shaking hands with every stranger I meet. Quite frankly, with all the distractions handed to me and the priorities I chose to do first, it's impossible. But I do what I can, Goth, and that's why I am more revered and worshipped by all creatures of this Earth.

Including you!

I know. You're going to laugh so hard when you attempt to digest that statement into that small, idiotic brain of yours. But it's true Goth. After all, that aforementioned control of yours? You tried to do the same for me. You're like Vince McMahon, aren't you? You want every wrestler, under your federation, to be held in the air like puppets on strings, Goth. You want them to follow your every command. Obey or perish by your hands. That's why, despite all your hatred and rage towards me, you can't help but admire the fact that I had the BALLS to stand up to you, to show you that I am and have always been MY OWN MAN. When you couldn't do whatever you wanted with me, when you eventually became jealous of who I am and everything I stood for since my entry into the AWA, you lost it. You found an inexcusable reason to let me go. You threw me into a dark forest and watched with glee and laughter as the wolves slaughtered me for awhile.

But I broke out, Goth. I broke out of the pack, killed those wolves that you hoped would finish the job, and came out of the other side clean. In a way, think of me as your Bret Hart or your Ultimate Warrior, the kind of man that was literally stubborn, a bit crazy, but set in his own ways. I became my own man, Goth, and rescued my identity from the brink of peril. I swore revenge and was in exile for a couple of years. In that bleak, haunted mind of yours, you HAD to wonder what became of me, didn't you, Goth? You had to sit in your chair, high up in your office, and ask "Where did that man Kain go?" In truth, however, you hoped that I was dead. Not figuratively, but literally. You wanted to see me gone. But here I am, Goth, in the flesh. I returned and, thus far, paved a career of amazing success and taken on the best SCW has to offer me so far. My journey with this place is by no means finished; I still have scores to settle, championships to win, accolades to earn, and accomplishments to add on my resume. In your case, the only thing I have left to do is destroy the man that calls himself Gerrit van der Krift, aka Goth.

That is why, Goth, you revere and worship me. You wanted to BE ME since the day I entered your pathetic life. You saw, within me, a man of potential, a man that could make decisions for himself, without being told by others. Sure, I was in a stable or two, but I still made my own choices, didn't I? Absolutely! From the day that I started in the Asylum Wrestling Alliance, Goth, you saw me as a champion, a man who would go on to do great things on his own. And that pisses you off greatly, doesn't it, Goth? To know that the man who made himself to be a millionaire and a major success long before you ever came along with a man who created success on his own, through hard work, determination, courage, and his looks and talent alone. Not a single person in this world, Goth, made me who I am today. Only a few, tragic events made me shape me who I was then and who I am now and will forever be.

Your past defines you and brought you to this point, Goth. But that's exactly what it was back then, Goth. The past. Today, the present looms like a shadow that trails us every day and we must make sure that the choices we make are the best ones. Yours, however, wasn't good at all and to be honest? It was unsurprising and exactly what I would hear from you. You, Goth, are nothing but a predictable creature of habit, unwilling to let go because you think it serves you well...

But it doesn't.

In any case, you decide to speak to a couple of reporters in the present and you, as usual, decided to ramble on like an old, crazy hermit. You spoke more lies once more. You decided to go on record to tell these reporters and the entire world, for that matter, that I wanted to be like you. That I wanted to learn from the best, that I had to study under you to get to where I wanted to be back and where I am now.

Here's a question - are you THAT delusional? Do you have a case of schizophrenia that nobody knows about? Those aren't the facts, Goth, merely lies with dark, evil intentions. You are trying to tell people that I sucked up to you, that I wanted you to be my master, and to be your pawn, just so that I could be the best and be the champion. You, my unfortunate friend, have NO IDEA what you are talking about!

Long before the Asylum Wrestling Alliance ever entered my life, Goth, my dream of becoming a professional wrestler (on my own terms, of course) was starting to take shape as a kid. As a kid, when my parents were alive and healthy and I was living with them, I sat down, in front of the television. I sat there and watched, for endless hours, seeing these bulky, but strong men and, in a few instances, women put their reputations and careers on the line, trying to deliver these entertaining matches and cut these amazing promos that I never heard before. Before I came a professional wrestler, Goth, I lived vicariously through those characters, because that's exactly what I wanted to be. You NEVER showed up on my screen until I caught that glimpse of AWA long after I chose to retire from the underground scene and decided on my next course of action. However, Goth, you were one of the many wrestlers making their mark, even going so far as to becoming chairman. Therefore, while you made a strong impression out of me and what you were, you NEVER influenced my choice to be a professional wrestler. Fact is, I had NO DESIRE to ever learn from you, to study from you, and to serve you as your bitch in the hopes of ever gaining a championship.

Fact is, Goth, the only thing you ever did was handed me a contract that got my foot into the door of professional wrestling. Perhaps, you could argue that you made my success possible. But you didn't. All you did was have me sign a piece of paper. After that, I took the football from you and ran with it. It was not you, Goth, that made it all possible from me. No, Goth, it was ME! I was the one who took control of my own destiny! It was I who fought those battles, by myself or with others, and either won or lose, all the while getting my legend to grow with each and every step. You tell these reporters all this crap, Goth, just to make yourself LOOK GOOD, when in fact, everything you said to them was untrue. And that pisses you off, doesn't it? You try to convince yourself that it was Goth that handed Kain his success and made him who he was.

But that was a lie, Goth. All of it. You want to know the real truth? When you saw that I was too big for the company, when you saw how I decimated much of the competition and became the champion, you knew I was a threat. After all, Goth, whose merchandise flew off the shelves and sold MILLIONS for Asylum Wrestling Alliance? MINE! Whose face and body was on the cover of every wrestling magazine out there as reporters and TV talk-shows wanted a major exclusive out of? ME! Without me, Goth, your company means NOTHING. Mark Ward and Christain Underwood can deny it all they want, but if it wasn't for Kain, if it wasn't for The King Of Kings, SCW would not be the company that it is today.

Because of what I accomplished in Asylum Wrestling Alliance, Goth, you grew mad by the day. You hated me. You hated me because I wouldn't do all those things you wanted me to do. You didn't like the fact that I paved the way for it all to happen and decided that you had to cut me off. And that choice, Goth, became your undoing. It was a heinous crime, a crime that's one for the ages, you could say. You must've been proud of that act, aren't you? To see me suffer in pain and dignity as you stripped me of my worth, my title, and most importantly, my life...

That's why I'm no longer in the Asylum Wrestling Alliance. I refuse to be part of a club that's full of degenerates and pawns that live to serve your every need and whim. I refused to be a robot and instead made myself as a man that could think and act for himself. I refused to be a part of your pack. And that's why you destroyed me with that one act alone. By doing that, Goth, you didn't just make me dislike you - YOU MADE ME HATE YOU. After I left, Goth, I moved on, but my thoughts were of you, of vengeance and one day reclaiming everything you took from me. I traveled around the entire world, Goth, learning from true masters of various martial arts, and learned to be more dangerous and focused than I ever have been. You're going to be all of that be put into action. Two years of my work, during that time, will finally be revealed....

That being said, you wanted to go ahead and reveal another..."private"...thing about your own life. Sad, Goth. Don't you know, by this point in your career, that the moment you become a celebrity, it has all gone out the window? Your privacy, your adventures during your time off from the business, all of it? You can try to keep something hidden from the rest of the landscape to see, but everyone's going to find out about it, Goth. Everyone's going to know about who and what Goth is, because they can't help but be interested in that person (something that you no doubt crave everyday in your worthless life). But you can't accomplish that, can you? I didn't think so.

You can try to hide it all away, Goth, but in the end, your troubled secrets, your biggest joys, and everything in between is going to be found and read like a book.

Your love for Sapphira, private as you claim it to be, is known to everyone, because it's seen on camera. Your time with Fang, a dangerous man in his own right, is a chronicle of its own making, Goth, and you seem to revel in the pleasures of both. But here's the problem Goth - people, while they do know all about your adventures, don't care about it either. In fact, we are given this celebrity status for the simple truth...how exactly did we make our money to be that huge? What exactly are the secrets to becoming one of the biggest successes in our profession? Did we pull off a certain move or say a certain line that made people "Holy shit, that's awesome?" Absolutely, Goth. That's why people care to see us on television, to see how we handle business, because we did something that the rest cannot. That's the only thing that you and I have common - we are dangerous, professional fighters that did or said something in the ring that caused us to be given a second glance and, eventually, a long, impressive look.

It is solely your business to love Sapphira in the way you deem appropriate...however misguided and torturing it may be. After all, if I was a woman, I certainly wouldn't want to be around a man that spoke of insane delusions and constant rambling of things that turn him on. Sapphira is certainly a troubling woman and maybe that's why she couldn't help but enjoy the touch I gave to her, Goth; because it made her feel something different for the first time in her life. So I KNOW for a fact, Goth, that, despite what you claim to be different, does trouble you. You wanted to get your hands on me and you rushed to her rescue in a moment's notice. You can try to spin it every way you want it to be, Goth, and it makes no difference. You lied about your..."private" love, didn't you? Your face, your body language portrayed a different story.

Because of that, Goth, it goes to show who exactly you are. Human. You are a man of emotions, but you wish to hide it all way, to make yourself a man that's capable of showing no emotions. But you are like me in that sense too, Goth - you can't live without your woman, can't you? She's the only thing in the world that makes sense to you and if she's gone completely, it's understandable that you would go completely berserk, unable to function as a person without her by your side. That is why, Goth, you want my wife to be at ringside. You want her to see me suffer in pain, in humiliation, because she cannot live without me, as I cannot live without her. If I were you, Goth, I suggest you do the same - I want Sapphira to be horrified of the damage I inflict upon your fragile body. I want her to see her man suffer with excruciating pain unlike anything he's ever felt before, because he's about to understand exactly what it means not to screw with a man of my own being. Sapphira, more importantly, is going to wish that she dumped you, a loser, a nobody, a fading legend, for a man like me. But she'll never have me, because she'll stick onto you like a scab, because you, the deranged, insane lunatic, cannot live without her and vice versa. You both are pathetic fools that deserve to be with each other in the depths of an relentless hell, Goth.

High Stakes III is going to be that for you all night, Goth. Hell of my own making, Goth. A kind of hell that's been waiting for you ever since you became what you are now.

This match, Goth, is going to be the end of everything. For months, Goth, I let you slide. Sure, I acknowledge the fact that you've beaten me in a couple of situations, but still, even after all that, I'm the one that got the last laugh. If you want proof, it's in the match that you recently gotten yourself involved in, with Simon Jones (a former SCW heavyweight champion like yourself) rolling you from behind and getting the pin - WHILE YOU WERE THE CHAMPION. Isn't it ironic, Goth? That the man that you claim yourself to be, the man who claims to have the golden touch and knows how to beat all his foes with the right moves, got handed to him one of the biggest losses of his life? That wasn't just a loss, Goth, that was a major embarrassment, wasn't it? All because of me, Goth. You chose to end any hopes I had of a long, everlasting reign with the SCW Roulette championship, so it's only fitting that vengeance is guaranteed when I embarrassed you in front of the entire, wrestling landscape. How did it feel, Goth? How did it feel to lose to a man you felt was beneath you? Must have been cruel and punishing, wasn't it?

In any case, like I said before, this is going to be the end of everything. I want this match, more than ever. I already want this to be High Stakes III, because the stakes between us are raised to a whole new level. Like I said, you revere me. You worship me. Most importantly, despite everything you've tried to do against me, you can't help but respect me. I only have respect for you in the form of your prowess, your wrestling ability, and for what you have accomplished. However, everything else is out of the question, Goth. At High Stakes III, you are going to be my bitch. Yes, you heard me, MY BITCH. It is now my time to shine around here and the only way that I can move from our feud is to finally eliminate you from the picture. After this, Goth, I will have no doubts, no regrets, no apologies. My revenge for everything you've done to me, up to this point, will be realized. My feud with you will finally be over and I can finally walk away from you, for good.

You are not going to like what I'm about to do to you, Goth. And quite frankly, I don't care. I'm going to rip you in half, tear you apart, expose you as the liar and fraud that you have made yourself to be, and show the whole world that Gerrit van der Krift, aka Goth...that he is human, that perhaps he isn't the indestructible Terminator that I spoke of. In time, Goth, you are going to be completely forgotten, only to be remembered for the brief moments you've had with the SCW Heavyweight Championship. When you die and die you shall, Goth, you're going to watch over me from the depths of Hell, cursing and spitting venom towards my direction. You are going to wish that you had treated me better, you are going to wish that you had accepted me as a man of greatness, the King Of Kings, a title that I NEVER stole from you. In fact, I was given that name long before you entered the picture in my life. I'm going to move on with my life, Goth. I'm going to win the SCW Heavyweight Championship from whoever is holding it at the time and eclipse your sorry excuse of a reign.

Goth, this is it. This is my last and final words for me to say. You are nothing. You are not my best friend, my confidant, none of that positive bullshit. You are an eternal rival that I must destroy, a man who I will never form an alliance with, a man that must crawl back to the hole that he came from. You are going to acknowledge me as the King Of Kings. You are going to kneel before me and tell me and the entire world that I was and will always be the better man, the better fighter than you'll ever be. I want you to feel every ounce of my rage and hatred flow deep within you, Goth, because this is no longer business.

It's personal. This war between us has gone too far, shaking the very foundations of the Earth. You played with my heart and soul for the last time .

This time?

This time, Goth, I'm going to end you. And I'm not just talking about just your body. I'm going to end your career, your reputation, and your life. This will be the match that everyone's been wanting to see and I have no doubt that you are going to rip me apart and give me one of the hardest battles of my life. Granted, Goth, you are a formidable opponent. You pushed me to the limit in the past...I'll give you that much. But beyond that, Goth, you did nothing else for me. All you did was handed me a contract, I signed it, and became the man I wanted to be. I never served, wanted to be you, study you, any of it, just to be like you. In fact, I only studied you and listened to you because I need to be on top of my game, so that when the time is right, it will slowly transform itself into a huge advantage.

High Stakes III isn't just a day of reckoning, Goth. It's a day of vengeance and justice for the King Of Kings. It will be my sword that will deliver the final blow and it will be a happy ending that will finally conclude our long, but chronicled history. The only two questions that I have for you are this...

Are you ready to go to the limit, to finally be who you are?

If so (or not...)...are you ready for the inevitable?

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

[Goth]

 Story of my life,

Chapter: Holding on to something, or let it go….., the beauty of pressure….,

The dark oak table once again in view of the camera, with the paper on top of it. Words written in dark black ink, ink dripping from the feather as we have come to know by now. Visions of that what makes Goth the person that he is…. But there is so much more that the world of wrestling often wondered about, now they have the chance to find out what makes this infamous man tick…..

How often is someone willing to sacrifice something that he worked his heart off for?? Willing to sacrifice that what he cannot reclaim once he loses it. And I am not talking about something that you can put in the lost and found section of a newspaper or some company that stores things that people misplace and forget. No, this is something that is a part of you. Something that you cherish the most, the precious of one imaginary character once said in several movies….

Is it worth it? To give something up? Knowing that someone else could take it away from you? Your life work? Your life essence? Your everything?? Most people like to play it safe, put a price tag on it. Or perhaps have a insurance of millions and millions of dollars to make sure that if you lose it, that you get something in return… but how about losing that what cannot be replaced??? How about your loved one? How about your very own flesh and blood? About the given title that made you who you are today? Can you replace something like that with a mere Insurance company bullshit talk?? Tell me, does that put fear into your soul? Or the mere confining moment that you would cherish the moment to prove your worth, your worth to in your mind a lesser man??? Tell me, has gotten that you excited or what???

A hand touches the table, slowly the fingers roam for the piece of paper. As if the eyes are unable to locate its whereabouts, but turns it into a piece of pile when it finally grabs it. The hand becomes a fist, showing some last signs of the paper as it is tucked in the fist. Unable to free itself from his grasp.

I once knew a tale of a man that was forced to reclaim everything that was once his. His championship belt, his trust in mankind, his trust in his own ability… as he was fearing the one thing that seemed unthinkable a few weeks before. How quickly tide can change now does it??? A man that looked at himself in the mirror, staring at his very own eyes. Hoping to find a glimpse of his own self… wondering what it could have been that he had done wrong? Why the world betrayed him, why? Why? Why?

Does that sound familiar? I am sure that everyone once or twice in their lives comes to that crossroad. The very thin paths of that crossroads, leading to ends of eternity. One even worse than the other, one staring into the eyes of death… while the other you hear the chuckling laughter of death itself. Knowing full well that you cannot make a decision when your life is at stake… I mean would you know any other alternative??? I do…..

For I have been a mortal man all my life, never have I once said that I was a God.. I know that people often made that wrongfully accused assumption, as they once or twice read through a few papers of the Holy Bible. A book of essence that some people would claim to be false, as an entire legions of followers would bestow their hearts and souls to that very fateful believe. A believe that merely is upon HIM, his son that he send from the heavens. To become a mortal man, a person with ideals, a voice that he did not fear to ignore. A voice that opened up the eyes and ears of many, made others become jealous and fearing of their own unlawful places in society that they claimed to be theirs to be taken. Something that happens to this very day wouldn’t you agree people? Taking pride of their high society places, when in all fairness… their ideals are nothing more than merely written lies on a single peace of paper… papers becoming books, books becoming ideals. Ideals that they need to voice out their own ideals, strengthening their own believes in their lies… Even now when I speak out these ideals, I can understand how people can confuse reality with lies. Because its within their slow and painfully ignorant minds that they can be lied at. Confused by ideals that were true at one time.

At one time Adam and Eve were just like Gods… not caring for nature being their clothing. Not caring that they were in nude, as they did not know the meaning of sins that would make them ashamed for their own being… what would be so different that people would be admitting to themselves, admitting that they adored the wrong prophet? The wrong leader? The wrong ideals of a man that is just like them? A common figure? Realising that their believes in one, were the ones of sinful obsession?

You see, I do not wish to turn away the attention of what I speak off. People want power, people desire power. People gain power of the weaklings that know nothing more than merely you having the power. The power of the speech, the power of the mind…. You have it, until they take it away from you…. Now tell me, how many of you fear the day that you are staring into the darkness, when there is no more light? When there is no more hope? No more ideals, no more lies that would protect you as a shield from their ignorance…. I speak of the truth, I am willing to put it all on the line, because in the end…. I cannot lose, what has never been a lie to begin with…. The question remains oh unfaithful one…. Are you???

Present day: New York City, nightfall.

A street corner, somewhere in the well renowned New York City. It is 9 pm, some people are still walking around, trying to find something to do in this town. A town that even though it is not labelled just like Las Vegas, but it rarely sleeps. We see a figure standing in the street corner, looking across the street at a lady who is trying to make a quick buck sweet talking to every car that stops.

It’s a way to make a living isn’t it???

The figure grabs a match, he lights a cigarette and inhales the smoke. He blows it out with his nose, staring at the lady as she badmouths another guy who didn’t wanted to pay her fee.

It’s just like a salesman at a store, trying to convince the customer to buy this type of article. Giving them a sweet smile, showing some patience… and in her case, perhaps flashing some of the goods. Just to keep the interest solely upon you, so you could make a quick buck. But sometimes you just need to do more than just sweet talk your way to become the employee of the month.

He takes out the cigarette, blows out some more smoke as he lets out a soft chuckle. He sees the girl extend her arms, gesturing how she is getting frustrated after missing out on another ‘customer’.

Some tough loving honey….,

He is about to move down the street to the corner, when she spots him. She is calling out to him as she is trying to attract his attention. The figure stops as he turns around and whispers to himself

(whisper) This aught to be good.

Just when he turns around, he stares into her eyes. He gazes at her face before lowering his gaze to her outfit. Something you might expect from someone that tries to pick up a ride.

Girl) I saw you staring, looking at how I was trying to pick up a ride. I had the feeling that you were interested in what I had to offer.

My mind works overtime when I heard her say that, interested? She must be joking, someone that desperate needs to be put in her place… and then again…..,

So what was it that you had in mind???

I see her puzzled look on her face, clearly not expecting that answer coming from me. But then again, I always play a hard bargain.

Girl) What I had in mind?? Are you serious? I mean, look at me!!

So I did, I asked her to turn around as she does. I see that she has got some great body, but I am not going to let her get her way that easily. Lets see how far she is willing to go.

So what are you willing to do for 20 bucks? I’m kind of short on cash, I….

Girl) 20 bucks??? Are you serious??? Gee I cannot believe the fact that you have the audacity to ask me that??? Listen honey, if you want to enjoy some good stuff. You better bring the big money, don’t fucking waste my time ok!!

She is about to turn around, mad over the fact that the figure insulted her by offering such a low price. He grins, he knows he has gotten her the first time as he grabs her by the arm and turns her around.

Girl) What do you……

The figure grabs her by the mouth, pulls her close to his face as she starts to pound his chest to break free. He pushes her against a wall as he has dragged her into an alley. Out of sight of anyone out there, he stares into her eyes as he slowly starts to talk to her.

You have such a big mouth for a little girl don’t you? Haven’t you ever learned to behave little girl? Not to talk to strangers and certainly not make demands towards someone who is bigger than you? Heavier than you? And most of all, much stronger???

He grins as he starts to sniff at her neck, giving his nose the pleasure of smelling up her perfume that she is wearing.

Hmm, that is a good scent. You sure got taste little girl, something I did not thought was possible after you gave me a rather bad first impression.

Girl) Please, I am sorry. I did not know….,

You did not know what? That 20 was in this predicament a pretty good bargain?? Now you see, that is just wrong. A real good and convincing salesperson never lowers his price after his first attempt, that is just wrong…

Girl) sales person?

The figure chuckles, he knows he has her struggling, just where he wants her to be. He then grabs her wrists with his other hand and places them behind her back… causing her face to be right at his, giving him a good opportunity to breathe down her neck.

I could teach you so much little girl, I could teach you to be convincing in the eyes of those who need to listen.

Girl) Please, I would do….

Anything I ask you to do? I am sure that you were aware of that situation after I pinned you down to this wall like this, that I would be getting what I wanted no matter what. Am I right??

She struggles to free herself from his clutches, but realises he is too powerful

I said, am I right???

She whispers softly yes, giving him a chuckle once more.

Another thing you should learn pretty girl, not to give in that easily. Not to change your whole outcome, even if it is as hopeless as it is right now. It would give your customer the assumption that you are incapable of telling the truth. Now that is a sinful thought in your line of duty, because you need to be strong and stick with what you know best…. And that’s convincing them don’t you??

DON’T YOU!!!!

He grabs her tighter against the throat as he pushes her harder against the wall, her eyes widening as she is gasping for air. Trying to push her away from him. But her hands are having no effect as she attempts to push away from his chest.

I never thought that salespersons could put their hands on their customers? It gives them the sign that you are trying to overpower them. Strike fear into their hearts and use force to put the negotiation in your own benefit… but then again, you seem to fail to convince me with your intentions. You are just merely wet behind the ears….

Girl) Please, stop. I….,

Oh I will stop alright, I stop after I take away that what isn’t yours to begin with. I take away everything that you worked for, everything that you put so much time into… and for what? To earn a few lousy bucks?? I am sure that your ability in bed are as pathetic as your ability to sell your merchandise… I am not even interested anymore. I have bigger things to deal with than merely taking out some pretender to a real….. now I cannot say that here now can I???

The figure stares into the camera that zooms in on him, realising that the world is watching as he drops the girl. She gasps for air as she starts to run away, leaving the figure we all know as Goth alone in front of the camera.

I’m done playing, it is time to get to the real deal folks… I just took away her identity as a failed attempt of a street hooker. But don’t we know that I have to take someone else his identity? An identity that isn’t his to begin with?? Oh I just love to be around the corner of the holiday season and unwrap my early presents…. I just hope you will be too….

Goth closes up his long jacket, protecting him from a small rainfall that just started to fall down upon him and New York. He walks over to a bar as we go to a break.

Is he serious???

Is something that you often hear when you address your opponent, he or she never takes you too seriously. Never understanding the seriousness off the matter that you put them in… as it is your job to convince them of their stupidity, do it to others before they do it to you…. Sums the whole tale up in a few lines doesn’t it???

I know for a fact that life in the wrestling world is complicated, seriously complicated. At least to the point of where you want to take it to… isn’t that right Kain???

The name of Kain echoes after Goth has uttered his name, clearly stating the importance in the confrontation that the two will have with each other this coming PPV. The stakes couldn’t be any higher, not only their ego and their pride on the line. But also the fact that the loser must bow down before the winner. Nobody wants to go through such a humiliating situation like that and come up short.

A complication that renders to make decisions in life, I have made the decision to have the one bow down before the other. To humiliate yourself to the point where you cannot go back, something I have been thinking about for a long time.

A long time…..

He repeats the final three words, to clarify the seriousness that he has gone through to get this match done with his former protégé

You see Kain, it is obvious that you are more focused upon our past, less about what is at stake. A chance to humiliate the other on national television. Not just any ordinary show, no on the grandest stage of them all. Humiliate the other to the point of where retirement comes to mind, no even worse. Running through the back door of the arena, to never be heard again. Reminding the world how easy it is to forget a legacy, because lets face it. That’s what is up stake for me Kain, a legacy that cannot be matched. A legacy unparalleled to the imagination of the common man. A legacy of a King….

I have had to hear about how you boast about my elderly state, how I am no longer the man I used to be. And how can I Kain? I am wiser, I am older, I am more matured. Its like a bottle of wine, it is created from the berries that people pluck from the vineyards. It is young, it is not in a state that you can allow yourself to taste the full potential of that what could ultimately be a part of a great year. Oh no, you need to combine it with other substances that comes with time, patience is a key to turn from a youthful and bashful unworthy of lips to a kid that starts to rebel. To have that first taste of that what could become the biggest wine in the world….

Are you getting my notion Kain? I am sure that you would say otherwise, it is well written in your eyes that you wish to disagree upon everything that one man says. Stupidity is a dish well served with fake wines, imposters to the real deal… the reality check that mature wines and aged wines always beat those who are just trying to knock them off their … should I say throne?? But no, you refuse to ignore the impossible is possible with you come face to face, with that what you dare to call a formidable foe… formidable to the point of a mere formality Kain?? Or is it the mere fact that you only pick up information here and there, combine them to something that could be called crap, but prefer to be called worthy of a King. Tell me Kain, ever started to think of other names to use after this match is done? Seeing how you are so well deserved confident that I do not stand a chance in hell to beat you, because in your mind… you never lost to me right???

I am not a man that is capable to be championship material and yet you dare to ignore the fact that I am that what you are so angry about. So fumed about, the fact that I am the first ever triple crown champion, the first ever man to obtain such a high priced honour, a man that soon will be a two time World heavyweight champion. A feat as such impossible nature at my age… something you only dare to dream about don’t you Kain???

So what do we do? Oh yes, we return to what brought you to the dance. You take some words, combine them to a story that you could understand and then have it be read out by your lovely wife. I am sure she doesn’t mind to tell you a bedtime story, along with the kids? To tell about the gallantly man called Kain., travelling the world on his mighty steed. Oh that’s another word for horse, in case you never watched one of the Shrek movies where donkey turned into a horse….

We see his face slowly emerge from the camera, once again without his face paint. Once again showing his true self, not the Goth like character. But the man that portrays it.

Its quite simply the worst ever told tale known to mankind, but even those need to be appreciated from time to time. To have that young King travel the world, in search for his true calling. To challenge an evil man, that ruled the kingdom that needed to be rescured from his clutches. A noble man as the prophecy has for told would come to the world and free the kingdom from his tirrany.

I can see it already, have you clutch the bed sheets with your little ones, whispering soflty so you wouldn’t disturb your wife. Who always gets so annoyed when someone tries to overtalk her in vocal ability, something I have been told she gets quite cranky. But then again, you are married to her aren’t ya?

But off to the tale, here he comes. Wearing his shiny armour, with the weapon of your kingdom that you once had in your mind. A fantasy here and there and suddenly you have a weapon on your armour. We see diapers on the left and milk on the right. As the young king has a wife at home, who needs to nurse her four little rugrats of a kids while watching her daily soap series… As the Kingdom turns… and we all know how King Kain is a sucker for dirty diapers… don’t we Kain???

Goth lifts his shoulders as he continues to talk.

As he finally enters the realm, a realm unlike others. He demands a sword fight, claiming he has never lost a fight… true, as he only fought his kids brothers pet panda. And we all know that they just run whenever given opportunity. And then came the King of the underwold kingdom. No sword, no shield. Only his mighty word, blasted through the room with fire behind every final spoken word. Fear struck the young king, never experiencing a real life thread… and how could this be? The king was 93 and yet the aura, the might, the charisma of someone beyond that what he ever could be…

I know your wife would agree.

He chuckles, he sighs as he closes his eyes.

And in the end, no matter how many attempts a young King can have… you cannot be a king if you cannot back it up… you cannot be a king that dares to put out the challenge, trying to lose it all. You see Kain, I made that challenge, I am willing to lose it all, where only you sit down and contemplate a grand victory notched at your own gun. That’s why you are such a failure why? Because you never dare to be someone that takes a stand, tell your wife to start to shrub the floor while you watch the Flintstones, because lets face it… your appearance reminds me of a Bam Bam that fails to do whatever he says…..

Trust me Kain, you are just another example of how the world can look tough when you are able to do some moves. Are able to call me a bitch or whatever you can come up with and say to everything I mention that it is wrong…. No Goth, you are wrong!! I can do the dishes just fine!! No Goth, you are wrong!! I can go to bed AFTER I watch Sesame Street. No Goth, you are wrong!! I am allowed to have an opinion by my wife!!! She told me that this morning!!!

Is it that obvious that I know so much about you that I do not even have to go through our storied history one more time??? It has been said before, it has been documented by you over and over again. That even the future sperm cells that will enter any woman’s womb will know the tale of how you proclaim yourself to greatness. While you just seem to forget what you are incapable to understand…. It is not about our history, it is not about how old I am.. it is not about how many times you can lift your leg up, until your wife tells you to quit being a jackass.

No Kain, it is about the fact, the mere fact that you have to fight to keep your dignity. There is no chance in hell that I am going to be walking to the ring and bow down to a joke like you. There is no chance in hell that I am going to be allowing a degrading scene to take place.. you know why Kain??? Because this is what makes me the most dangerous man in the history of this industry. Not what I used to do, but what I am going to do. Are you following me Kain?? Or do I need to put some pictures up to make you grasp something that is the essence of this great bottle of wine that is just maturing with every passing second.

He shows his hand in front of the camera, where he starts to count to five before lowering it. That signifies the statement that he made about being like a bottle of old wine.

An old bottle of wine that is in a wine cellar, is a wine that is untouched. A vintage wine that has not been matched by anything else that is its superior. Oh sure, wine can have a small setback every now and then, but that is only allowing the greatest to survive. Removing the young and bashful kinds that are just weak and in experienced. Not ready to take that fully destined travel to be worth millions upon millions. Unlike a bottle of wine, our profession is about being the very best and stay that way. Allowing time to catch up on us, but never to surpass it. The decay of what you speak so fondly off is far from fetched. I have nothing that would make you utter the words retirement home. And you know why Kain???

I enjoy putting boys like you in their places, whether I do it quickly and without any remorse… just like Monsieur Alfonse always said in a classic English comedy ‘ Allo ‘ Allo… Swiftly with style… a French undertaker in a small town in German captivity during the second World War. Something that you would undoubtedly never had a chanc to watch, as you were too busy trying to explain to your kids why the Powerpuff girls are in much more ways more superior than their lowlife father… a man that never is at home, a man that never dares to do his parental duties as he is on the road six days every week!!!! Should I just forget the name of Kain and call you Mojo Jojo? Lets face it, you both have too much of an ego, that would overshadow your incapability of a wrestling star… in the case of the monkey a villain. But the same always happens, Mojo manages to strike with the first blow, but in the end it is the destructive force of the true heroes of the show that would overcome his evil deeds.

Again, another ability of me to at least attempt to make some similarities that even the smallest of the small can understand. The understanding that you cannot win, because your heart is merely on the fact that you want revenge upon what happened eons ago.

Eons Kain, am I going to do some bad Start Trek imitations?? Oh please no, forbid me to go even further the path of what I can use to degrade your even lower status of nothing. No Kain, I am going to end this with reality. Reality that I am going to wrestle you for that opportunity, that what you fear the most. The fact that you have to bow down when you make that one mistake, that one small mistake that will haunt you for the rest of your life. Not only the fact that the world will look on in awe, that you lose to a retired wrestler. Not only will you find out that I know holds that were not even made when the Egyptians were coming out of their shelfs. You see, I want this for a reason. Not to gloat, not to make fun of you days after we can look back at our careers. No Kain, I did this because I want to make you suffer the way you thought it was never possible. I am doing this, because I can. Because I can wrestle the way you thought it will never happen again. You see Kain, winning the Roulette titles, the tag team titles and even the world title was nothing when it comes to my one mission at hand.

How long was it that I challenged you, you just allowed me to do the things you should have done, you Kain. You did nothing, you are just a parasite that sinks its teeth into someone elses flesh, waiting for that one moment that you could strike and take it away. Like I said earlier on, you never do something that is you. Oh sure, you can claim that what you did to Sapphira was something that you never would expect from a father, a trustworthy husband. A man that never had that other taste of another skin besides that of the sandpaper that is that of your wife.

Trust me Kain, you are a complete idiot if you want to believe that your wife would approve something like that. Only in the hope that she would belief it was merely to get under my skin. Your wife has not the same mindset like mine does. Your wife is a faithful woman, never dared to look at another man. That only saved herself for the mediocre lovemaking that her husband handed to her.

You are blinded by your own greed to understand that she wants me to destroy you. That she wants me to end this tirade and allow you to sit at home, while she does what she does best. Trust me Kain, I see a fire inside of her that you cannot tame, a fire inside of her that she truly needs a real man. A real man that knows his duties off and on the wrestling world. Not someone who just hops in every time he needs to take a leak

His eyes close, as he is taking a few moments to let silence fall over him. He whispers some words and grins

You said that I would laugh, a laugh is always a sign that could be interpreted several ways Kain. It can be interpreted that you are confident, calm and collective. To be like a buzzard that stalks its prey and then strikes. But it also can be interpreted as someone that is insecure, that wants to hide that insecurity in the hopes that others do not see. Often discarded with sweat running down your pours, in the hope that others would merely be distracted by the opening that hides or shows your teeth and whatever that comes along. A laugh is good Kain, a laugh is something that builds character, something that I cannot see. A character is where you take stand, defend what you are proud off. Something I did at that faithful night. Defending my woman, defending my love. While you only defended the greed that you always had, to get a title over someone elses back. To think that you have grown a mastermind, squirming inside someone else his or hers brain like Kahn did in the second ever Star Trek movie. Allowing a creature to penetrade the head of the Russian pilot that Kirk has. Oh yes I am aware of my classics Kain, classics that always find their way back to greatness. Worshipped until the end of time. Something that you don’t have, time. Only the end, an end that comes to a closure when you realise I beat you.

A hardcore submission match Kain, a hardcore submission match. Not only will you have to allow the joints inside your body scream you to tap out, but also will you have to endure the fact that either man can do whatever they want. No interferences, no run ins, no obvious assumptions of hiding behind the skirt of your wife. No Kain, just you and me. Nobody else, you and me. Two men that defend their pride, that defend their honour. That defend the fact that their wives have been in the mix of it all, to defend the fact that neither of them want to bow down for the other. Hatred will be a key Kain. You hate me, you despise me. You cannot until this very day accept that what I did to you was what I had to do. Its funny of you uttering that you do not wish to come back to my company, what would you say that I want you back Kain? You are resorting to childish behaviour that is unsuitable for anything that is worth of AWA. The truth is Kain, neither will you here. Neither will you be in any other company known to man.

I am here to destroy your legacy, not to kill you. That would be too easy, worth of a sentimental Hall of Fame inductee ceremony. Oh no Kain, I am going to allow you to live, I am going to allow you to endure the fact that you will be facing someone you have never faced before.

You will be facing Gerrit van der Krift. Not the man that you have been fixated upon since day one of your demise. No Kain, you do not know the man that is going to face you who will defend his role as the true King of Kings. The man that is going to put his name Goth on the line, the man that is going to put his honour of his woman on the line. A man that is not going to tap, a man that is not going to say the words Uncle… not because you cannot do it, but because if I would… I would have shown the world that I have no spine. Pride can do horrible things to a man, but pride can make you stand up and take charge…. I am going to face you Kain, as the real me. Something that only happens in life once or twice, a feat that you cannot and will not ever overcome. To face the reality, not a character. To face the man that is true to the world, while you are just merely a second rate Mojo Jojo….

Until that moment Kain, you will remember these words. The words of warning. Not to sleep at night, not to whisker away in tears as you see your woman cry once more. To understand that when I destroy every ligament in your body in that match, I will keep your knees free. I am going to break you except your legs. Because, I do not wish to give you that excuse to the world that you could not stand up straight, that you could not bend down like a failure that you are. I am going to make you submit, I am going to hold on to whatever lock known to man until you utter the words… that you will quit. Quitting often is said not be the worst thing that you could do, but can you Kain? Can you quit when your wife watches on? Can you quit when you know that your children would be better off? Quitting is the only solution that you can have, because in the end Kain. Your life has become nothing more than a joke…. Accept Kain… you have lived the live of a King… and now it is time to once again be my very own btich….

With that Goth stares at the camera as the shot fades to darkness.