Goth is finally behind me. I can move on to bigger and better things.
After the events of High Stakes III, I returned home and rested for a full week, my body still recuperating from the injuries that Goth gave to me. He is a monster, but I have finally destroyed him and put him in his place. The King Of Kings title, which was always mine since the beginning of my career, has now been set in place. Goth will have no choice but to crawl back to his home and announce to his own federation that he is a complete loser and a failure. Me, on the other hand? I'm a winner and I certainly earned this long-lasting victory against Goth.
My body was completely sore, but I managed to heal quickly and train rapidly, because I wasn't sure what Mark Ward or Christian Underwood had in store for me. It could be a minor fight or a big battle ahead of me, so I knew that it never hurts to be prepared and to be expect the unknown. In truth, I'm ready for just about anything.
So it was very surprising to hear, from Mark and Christian, that I would be involved in a bloody clash for a spot at the number one contender for the SCW heavyweight title.
On Monday, I was in the basement, throwing punches and kicks into an Everlast punching bag that hung from the ceiling via a solid, gray chain. There were gym machines and equipment surrounded around me. The room was big enough to move around in, so it wasn't small, enclosed space. There was also a playroom space made, so that I could watch over my children while I was working out. Arthur, Rose, Cecil, and Angela were hanging out together as my eyes darted from the bag to them, making sure they were within my eye sight.
They weren't bothered by my battle cries or the sounds I was making as I kept it up with my punches and kicks. Suddenly, Ariel ran downstairs and as I turned around, she excitedly jumped into my arms and held me tight.
Baby, what's up? It sounds like you have good news or something.
She kissed me hard on the lips before breaking off the embrace. She now stood in front of me, gripping my shoulders tightly, her stare firm and reassuring.
Alex, it's now your time. I just spoke to one of their secretaries and they have you booked in a match. A match that pits you, Giani, Nick Jones, and Simon Jones for a chance to be the #1 contender for the title.
My eyes blinked for a second
Title? Which title?
She winked at me and smiled that dazzling smile of hers.
You know which one, my love.
My only response to her was a huge grin on my face.
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I'm free. Finally, I'm free.
I'm free of a rivalry that has cost me too much pain and suffering since the day it began all those years. I'm free of any and all distractions that gripped me from the past. Today is the present and I'm now free enough to reclaim my initial destiny, the mission of which I have intended to see complete since the day I entered this organization. I've won a lot of battles, lost plenty of them, and no matter how hard I come close or even try, that belt eluded my grasp time and time again. This time, I won't allow that to happen. This time, I won't allow any of my past or present enemies to derail me from my singular goal...from becoming the next and hopefully THE BEST SCW Heavyweight champion the world has ever seen.
And that's when it got me thinking. It got me thinking about the men who held on to this belt and what has been done to it. Through one way or another, the belt has changed belts, either through controversial or legit means. Since its inception, the SCW heavyweight championship belt has been claimed by both good and bad men, each wanting it for their own reasons. Me? To be honest, it doesn't matter if I am a current belt holder or not. Why? Because I'm a winner in the end. My merchandise sales, my popularity, everything that I have created and given to the world has allowed me to succeed because the fans made all that possible. Yes, you heard me. The fans.
Does that surprise you, folks? I would have not said this years ago or even when I first came in. But then, I saw the light, you could say. Thanks to all of these changes that affected me while I was not on the card or away for a short or long period of time, it has made me grown. It has made me see the world in a better view. On top of that, I continue to pursue my craft in more ways than one, becoming BETTER AND BETTER BY THE DAY! You wouldn't believe me, of course, because I know how you three fools function.
Yes, I called you three fools, because you're nothing like the rest. You may be laughing at me because I'm different, but you know what? I'm laughing at you because you are all the same. Nothing more but degenerate corpses that deserved to be crushed beneath my boots!
In any case, that's why I am here, I suppose; to achieve a dream. A dream that has haunted me since the day I turned on my television, when I was a kid, and watched wrestling for the first time. I always envisioned myself as the guy that would be standing in one of the four turnbuckles, laughing and grinning like a Cheshire cat, holding the belt high while standing tall, as the pictures would be created from millions of cameras flashing all at once. Headlines would be made around the world, letting the entire landscape know that here is the true King Of Kings, Kain, the man who is willing to do what no one else in the business could do, not even Nick Jones himself...
And that's defend the SCW heavyweight champion WEEK AFTER WEEK AFTER WEEK! It is how it should be done and that's the clean start I want to give the title to. I want to restore it with honor, dignity, and pride. I want to start over and breath an epic, but prosperous era to the SCW heavyweight championship. More importantly, it's to show that I am truly the best in the business and that I'm willing to take the SCW to a whole new level! After all, even if I am thankful for the fans, the majority of the work is done from me, the biggest badass of them all, the KING OF KINGS!
Sorry if I got a LITTLE carried away from there, but everything I spoke of? It was the truth. Since class is in session, I'm going to knock you three fools back to the ground with some cold, hard facts.
Let us begin with that upstart, Simon Jones.
Yes, I called you an upstart. You may want to rethink your thoughts on my name, because it's not silly. My name wasn't ripped off from a famous professional wrestler that works within the WWE nor was it stolen from Goth either. Do you really want to know where it came from? During my time in the underground circuit, Simon Jones. That's where I cut my teeth in this whole fighting profession, boy. Unlike you, I've fought some of the biggest, toughest badasses those gangs and rude idiots could throw at me. It didn't matter if it was either one-on-one or ten-on-one, Simon Jones. They put me in different situations and I played by their rules and you know what happened to all of them?
I kicked their asses by the end of the night. Sure, in some cases, my body was bruised and busted open in many places, but I survived, Simon. I'm a winner in this game. I made people see me in a different light back then, you know? For the first time in their pathetic lives, Simon, I made them fear something greater than themselves; ME! In time, they learned to not only fear, but to respect me. Every time I came out of my domain and walked in their presence, they backed off and literally kneeled to me and all I kept on hearing, from that point on, was The King Of Kings. It wasn't a name I labeled myself either, pal, I was GIVEN that name. That name may sound silly to you, but not to me. No one, in their right mind, has the right or authority to call themselves that. Not this Goth and certainly not this clown named Cyrus King either. In any case, that's how the name is born.
In any case, I couldn't help but laugh. Was this your famous gameplan all along? You couldn't come up with anything significant or bone-crushing to use against me, so you had to resort to THIS? What do you mean, you ask? It's simple - you are trying to intimidate me by stating a useless fact about defeating Jordan Williams for the SCW Heavyweight championship?
You're joking, right?
Am I supposed to be quaking within my boots, Simon? Am I supposed to be pissing in my pants and start to have these nightmares about not beating you, just because you beat ONE MAN? I don't care if you, Jordan, or anyone was a present or former SCW Heavyweight champion, because at the end of the day, son, they are all one thing; HUMAN. Me? I'm human on the outside, but pretty much indestructible within the ring. You can beat me in a lot of matches and win those battles, but I'll be winning the fucking war here, thank you very much! And this war of ours, Simon Jones, is going to end on MY TERMS. By that, you worthless shit, I mean that I will rise above the chaos and become the #1 contender to the SCW heavyweight championship and I will go on to face Drake Green for it. Meanwhile, a foolish, deluded dipshit, such as yourself, can only do two things about it.
The first is nothing. The second is to accept it!
Finally, I wish to tackle something else very briefly. Your threat against me, the one about how I should not be underestimating you? Meaningless! I know who you are, but I care nothing for your past accolades and present accomplishments and any future achievements will perhaps be noted in the books, but I could honestly care less. What I care about is my own present that leads to the future, Simon Jones. Heavyweight champion material or not, I'm going to crush you. I'm going to bury you six feet below. After all, that match with Goth that happened not too long ago? You should consider it to be a mere preview of the destruction I cannot wait to unleash. This is all I'm ever good at, Simon Jones. I'm here to prove that I'm the most complete fighter in the world and to be the very best that I can be. Earning money? Secondary. I'm a billionaire ten times over; I'm set for life. The offers outside of the business that comes along with it? It's fine, I'll take it as it comes, but the championship is my primary focus and you are in my way, Simon Jones. You and three other men.
You can tell the world that you won't intend it to happen, but believe me when I tell you, I won't let you realize your dream ever again!
Now...on to Giani Di Luca.
To be honest, I've watched you in bits and pieces and I honestly don't know you as well as I should. But your own deeds, like Simon, should not go unnoticed...but only for a brief time. The fact that you held a tag-team championship reign for a little while is impressive, yet that was taken away in the blink of an eye. It's too bad, really, but that's just the nature of the beast, Giani. One thing is for sure; it doesn't matter what your circumstances are or how it led up to it, but you failed. You failed to keep a firm grasp on the tag-team titles for a long time, so it really comes down to one question.
If you're able to win the SCW heavyweight championship in the end, how long would you be able to keep it? The answer is obvious; not for long.
Truth be told, championship reigns are very short and your short reign, Giani, proves that, including my own reigns as well. It doesn't matter how hard you try or how much effort you give over to the process, it won't work well. That's why I am very excited to give the new title belt a shot and to eclipse everyone else's chance at the SCW heavyweight championship. Tell me something, Giani, what makes you an excellent candidate to go after this belt, much less hold the belt for a longer period of time than any of us? Do you have some sort of uncanny talent that none of us have currently? I know how you work; you will do whatever it takes to get anything you want. I've seen it before from others in the past, Giani, so I know what to expect out of you. Granted, you're just as dangerous as Simon or Nick, but in the end, it will be all for nothing.
Look at me, Giani. Look at everything I've done up to this point and you'll know, FOR A FACT, that I am the most dangerous beast today. I've gone through major wars and ended up clean on the other side, win or lose. All I've ever wanted to do was take on the very best and show them exactly who and what I am. I want to tell people, like you, through my actions, that I'm no stranger to the ring, that I'm not a walk in the park. This four-way fatal match between you, Nick, Simon, and myself doesn't scare me at all. I'm not fazed by the odds stacked against me. I love pressure! Don't you? I know you don't, because you want things to go YOUR WAY, but what if they don't, Giani? What if you fail to win the big one, fail to move on and face Drake for the championship? You know it's going to happen and you know why?
Because you hate pressure. You don't want a lot of pressure to burden your shoulders, don't you? You want things to be on your terms, where everything in life is just fine and peachy. Bad news for you, kid, that's not how the world works and I'll be happy enough to force you to re-learn that harsh lesson. It's really simple to me, Giani; you're not walking out of the arena with a shot at the title. I AM! So either used to get that fact now and run away or stand and be ready to given some of the worst punishment that's ever been inflicted upon you. This is not a joke, Giani; this is real. And I promise you, reality is going to hit you hard at Climax Control.
Now that I'm done with you, it's time to deal with Nick Jones.
Nick Jones. You don't need to tell me. You've beaten me every time we faced.
Honestly? I don't care. That was all in the past. This is now.
I want to talk to you about the now, in fact. I know that you've been chasing after the SCW heavyweight championship for a long time now. You want to be on top and in a sense, I can respect that. I mean, who wouldn't want that at all? But I can't help but shake my head. Why? Because I've seen what you've trying to accomplish for yourself and each time you've gone after the championship in one of those battles, you lost. I want to know, Nick Jones. Why is that? Why have you failed to sit on the throne time and again? I'll tell you why.
It's all because of you.
Go ahead. Laugh all you want, but it's true deep down inside, isn't it? For a long while, you've been involved in some major drama that happened with you and your boy pals or even your girl, Diana, and those are nothing but distractions. Truth is, even if you won some of those minor fights, that got into the way of things, didn't it? Of course it did, Nick. You let those petty distractions get in the way of your insignificant conquest and it cost you the title very now and then. You are the sole reason for you constant failures, Nick Jones. You are not the man that used to be. On your own, Nick Jones, you are pathetic. But with your entourage, with your girl by your side, you can win at just about everything and that makes you a coward. You can't win without them, Nick, and even on your own two feet, you certainly won't be able to win the biggest battles in your life.
Such is the nature of things, Nick Jones, and this is going to be another one of those nights where my words will prove to be true. At this point in time, Nick Jones, I'm not the man you faced countless times in the past. I'm quite differently, set in my own ways still, but improved nevertheless. I'm hardened by steel, wrapped around in a blanket of love, encouragement, and support by my wife, my family, and my fans, and my firm belief in my body, skill, talent, and charisma sustains me to this day. You saw that, didn't you, when you had a chance to watch the battle between Goth and I? You saw how I was able to push his buttons, make Goth try to hate me more, beat me down some more, but couldn't get the job done, didn't you?
Believe me when I tell you; despite you puffing your chest and boasting otherwise, you've been afraid of this moment. You've been afraid of Kain, The King Of Kings, coming back to haunt you at the peak of his powers. I assure you, Nick Jones, I'm going to make sure that not only Simon and Giani fail in their quest for immortality, but I'm also going to make sure that your quest for the belt dies once again. This may be a fatal four-way clash, but I'll be the one coming out on top. I'll be the one who will be awarded a shot with the #1 contendership spot for the SCW heavyweight title. You, the pathetic peon that you are, will be erased from my memory forever. This one match will not only allow me to earn my revenge for all the losses you handed to me, but for me to win the war between you and me.
These recent events have not been kind to you, Nick. I assure you that Climax Control will not be a pleasant day at the office either.
Make no mistake about it, gentleman; I'm coming in for the kill. It is my sole duty and obligation to chase what's rightfully mine; the SCW heavyweight championship belt and the right to face the man who currently possess it, Drake Green himself. To finally take that step firmly, however, I must enter the ring and destroy what's left of the three of you. So be it...I will gladly put everything on the line to end your hopes and dreams and to walk away as the one man that is destined to be the SCW heavyweight champion for the first time in his career and to make sure that nothing will ever stand in his way of staying on top forever. I'm going to be the man of the hour, gentlemen, while you three are to be left behind in the dust!
For I am Kain...the King Of Kings! And I...HAVE SPOKEN!
