Two weeks ago, I was teamed up with my most hated enemy, Goth, and we took on and defeated Nick Jones and Giani De Luca in a tag-team match.
Now I'm thrown into another battle, but with an opponent that was easy to dispose of back then and will certainly dispose of once again.
After saying goodbye to my wife and children, I flew to Hollywood, California from Detroit, Michigan, my hometown. I was already told, by someone within the offices of SCW headquarters, that the bosses booked me into a match with Casey Williams, a man that I've fought on before. He's someone that I clearly dislike and have no desire to face him in the ring. Unfortunately, at least in this line of work, one cannot chose who they wish to demolish.
Seething with anger throughout the whole flight, I actually came to a conclusion as I walked into the airport at Hollywood, California. This will most likely be an easy victory for me, so I've accepted it in the end. But I couldn't think about the match, especially since this was Monday. I already knew, in fact, what I wanted to say to the poor soul that's getting in the way of my possible title shot in the next PPV, December 2 Dismember. However, I had to put it out of my mind for the time being.
All week long, I have to train and stay focused on the task ahead. That means studying up on Casey Williams, figuring out what he is up to and what his ring work is like in the present. On top of that, I have to set aside time for my brutal training regimen and I have to make sure that I eat the right foods and drink nothing but water to keep me going. After all, I have a serious reputation to keep and I cannot let any of my fans down and I certainly cannot let any of my own family members down. I've worked so hard to get to this point in my life and I still have a lot more to accomplish before I pass away from this Earth.
Casey is about to find out, once again, that I am The King Of Kings for all the right reasons!
After exiting out of the airport, I headed into a limo and the driver immediately sped off. We were on our way to the Best Western Hollywood. The ride would take us awhile, so I pulled out my PS Vita and was about to start up a game of Street Fighter X Tekken when the window before me slid down and the limo driver looked me at in the eyes.
Excuse me, sir, I'm sorry to bother you, but I had almost forgotten. Someone wanted me to give this to you. The person didn't say who they were, since they were dressed in all black from head to toe. But he handed me some cash and had me keep this so that I could give this to you.
He handed to me a small envelope. Setting the PS Vita on the seat to my right, I took it from him, thanked him, and then tore apart the envelope as the window rolled up again. Taking out the contents of the envelope, I only read a small message.
Hello Kain. Could you please do me a favor and let Mark know that I am coming? You won't know who I am just yet...or anyone else, for that matter. But tell him that I'm coming.
I re-read the message, trying to decipher who it could have came from, but that's impossible to tell. The writing was created with newspaper clippings in mind, each letter looking more different than the next. Truth is, it could either be some sick fan or a real person that's interested to see Mark Ward. The only thing I could do, at this point, is to just deliver the message and forget about the whole thing. Mark wouldn't believe if I told him what happened, so I decided to keep the envelope and letter as proof that it did happen.
Putting the letter inside my pocket, I reached over to my PS Vita and started it up.
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My name is Kain. I am The King Of Kings, NOT The King Of Wrestling, although at this point in time, I may be able to rectify that. Enough about me, however, I have important things to discuss with an old rival of mine.
At first, I wasn't sure why I was booked for this match. If memory serves me well, you and I clashed in a match that was two out of three falls. We fought each other, tooth and nail, engaged each other in bloody carnage. You earned the first, but I came out on top with the last two. Therefore, you honestly have no right to be involved in my world or in my business ever again. Yet here you are, Casey Williams, crawling out of the shitty hole you appear from, already eager to get your disgusting, pathetic hands on me. The whole affair in itself is bothersome if you really sit down and think about it. After all, why now? My life is headed in a place where everything will finally come into place, while your your life is headed in a place where everything will finally go wrong for you. I mean, that's what your life has been for a long time, hasn't it? You call yourself a dominating man in another federation, but around here, you're a joke, a freaking waste of time for everyone involved, whether they are your ally or your friend. So it just puzzles me as to why Mark and Christian decided this match needed to happen.
And then it hit me like a bolt of lightning.
You see, Casey, this is the only time in my career when I'll ever praise you just this once. You are like the Ryu of SCW - you bring out the best in everyone you fight. Unfortunately, that's the greatest strength you bring to the table. In the end, everything else falls apart for you. You see, I've been watching you from the shadows. In fact, I watch my competition as best as I can, so that I can stay on top of things. That's what an amazing fighter like me does, Casey; we always study our opponents and make sure we know their strengths and weaknesses so that business can be taken care when we arrive at the chosen battlefield. Anyway, I've seen how you function for years. You clearly possess this knack of talking trash, telling people that you'll break their bones, make them feel pain like nothing before, all this stuff. Problem is, Casey, you lack the intelligence to convey yourself in a manner that's tough and threatening. You don't make our hairs in the back of our necks stand up, you don't make us sit up and take notice of your ability as a man that exudes confidence. Try as you might, Casey, you just fail to get the job in the trash-talking department. You, my unfortunate, helpless friend, have no chance in this game. After all, you've been watching closely yourself, haven't you? Have you been watching as I decimated guys like Goth, Giani De Luca, and Nick Jones? Sooner or later, you're going to have the face the music and accept this fact; I'm better than you, in every way, shape, and form.
Now that I've slashed you to ribbons on the talking side of the "monstrous" Casey Williams, let's focus on your abilities in the ring. You remind me of Goldberg. Yes, you heard me; Goldberg. You attempt to stand straight up and walk down the ramp in a tough manner, growling and act like you're the man of the hour. You step into the ring, face your opponents, and you do everything within your power to crush their bones and break their spirits. Sometimes, Casey, you actually seem to be doing the job right, but not all the time. That's what life is all about, Casey Williams; actions speak louder than your words. I don't know if you caught on to that phenomenon this late in your journey yet, Casey, but I suggest you do it now. In fact, you'll need to do a lot of things in order to destroy a man like me (which, by the way, will never happen in a million years).
You need to stop being a broken record.
You need to be more original, more creative, more intelligent in your thoughts.
You need to show people who exactly should be the one running the show around here and that's by WINNING, NOT LOSING.
Of course, you'll never achieve those three goals in your life, Casey, and that's the saddest part of it all. One glance at your career and you turn out to be nothing more but a broken shell, a man who will be remembered as a man of wasted time and little talent.
Now, when you look at the other side and see me, I'm a totally different animal to contend with, Casey. For all your minor accomplishments and boastful pride, it is nothing like what I've achieved in my career. You think of yourself as a giant that can fling humans away like toy blocks, like me. But I'm the one human of that whole bunch, Casey, that doesn't get flung aside. He just stands there after all that rumbling you cause and laugh right back at you. I don't care if you know me inside and outside, Casey, you're going to lose this contest because I have all of my powers at the ready each and every time I step into the ring. Forget the losses I've endured, forget the pain and suffering that others have inflicted on me. To me, all of that is nothing but battle scars and I carry those scars with pride. Of course, even with all those losses, Casey, I also earn victories a lot these days. Those wins, Casey, strengthen me! They empower me! When I'm on that ride of victory, glory, and nonstop fame, I know with every fiber of my being that there's not a single person in the world that can stop me!
See, you might think of all this as mere boasting on my part. The truth is, Casey, it is exactly that and it is truth because I BACK IT UP! Granted, not all the time, but I'm a man of truth and that's why people respect me for it, Casey. You see, every battle that I've participated in has made me grown stronger. You shouldn't be looking at the surface to understand what I mean, Casey, because I'm grown from the inside as well. I'm more than capable of handling any situation that's thrown in my way. Hell, you give me an army of Casey Williams to deal with, I'll knock them all away as if I was flicking away a fly. It's that simple, Casey, and you know why? Unlike you, I'm confident. Unlike you, I'm charismatic. Unlike you, I'm tough, dangerous, and one of the best, if not THE BEST in the world. You talked about opening up some sort of wrestling career with that girl of yours, right? Trust me when I tell you, nobody would believe in a fragile, harmless man like yourself. Me? If I were to open that school, people would FLOCK to it and I would be making MILLIONS. Why? Because I am simply the best when it comes to fighting and I know everything there is to it. People would believe me and every word I say like it was the fucking Bible, Casey, and no one would dare to look at your school and go "He's better than Kain, let's go to his school and learn from him." Again, that will never happen, not in a million years, boy.
I don't want to sit here and presume on the particulars of our own futures, but I will say this.
Your destiny currently lies in the hands of Simon Jones, who I'm pretty sure is going to kick your ass. He's not going to kick my ass, that's for sure, but since you're that huge of a weakling at this point in time, he'll get the job done!
My destiny, on the other hand, lies in another championship opportunity that's awaiting me. Whether I'll be a Roulette champion or Tag-Team champion again or maybe, JUST MAYBE, for the first time in my career, I'll finally be able to take on whoever holds the SCW championship belt, destroy them and then walk away as a first-time SCW heavyweight champion in the process. I have the makings of a bold and bright future that continues to shine like the stars that guides the darkness above us all.
Casey, I want you to understand something. This may be a singles match, with rules attached to it, but I will not hesitate to put you down for the billionth time in my career and in yours. You unfortunately have a lot to prove to the world and you certainly have a long way to go before you even remotely reach my God-Like status. Yes, Casey, I said GODLIKE, because that's exactly what I believe in myself to be. A God. A demon. A man that's perfectly capable of handling his own affairs anywhere, anytime. So while I am ultimately disappointed in the upcoming fracas that's about to happen, I've completely accepted it in the end. You are, without a shadow of the doubt, one of the biggest disappointments to ever happen in the Sin City Wrestling organization and all Mark and Christian ever did was hand me an easy win, one that I'll easily take as I continue my path to greatness. Does that mean this fight will be a walk in the park? No, because I've fought you in the past and know that you can as mean and evil as they come, but this week will be my night, Casey. I'm the one that will shine in the upcoming PPV, December 2 Dismember, while you will have your hands full with one Simon Jones. But first, you have to deal with me and if you are to gain any kind of momentum, you will have to defeat me and that, my unfortunate friend, is not an easy task to accomplish. The only thing you have going for you is motivation. After all, why else are you still there? But Casey, motivation isn't enough to take on a fighter like me. I'm the most complete fighter in the world, boy, and there ain't a single man on this planet that can kill me!
So go ahead, continue being repetitive, unintelligent, and a foolish man from the start. You're going to give me everything you got, bring out the best in me, but that's all you will succeed in. When Climax Control airs this week, I'm going to be David once again taking out a bigger Goliath and proving once again, to the entire world, that I am the man of the hour and you are nothing but a insignificant, little pissant that deserves to be stepped on and crushed into many pieces!
For I am Kain...The King Of Kings! And I...HAVE SPOKEN!
