[Vic Cappotelli]

 

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It was made official on the December 22nd, 2013 edition of Climax Control within Sin City Wrestling. The number one contender for the SCW Heavyweight Champion – as of last week; Damien Kingston and will be taking on the SCW Heavyweight Champion; Giani Di Luca. On top of that the championship will be on the line. Without a doubt this is the best way to end the year for Sin City Wrestling. A big match for the richest prize in the game and the winner of the match will be setting the tone for the year 2014.

At the same time though people got their questions and got their wonders about the match. Giani is the current champion but that's not saying a whole lot. Over the last couple of months the SCW Heavyweight Championship has been passed around like a New York City hooker. From it going to Kevin Carter to Goth back to Carter then to Drake Green only to go back to Goth and now it's on Giani. Needless to say it seems like the SCW Heavyweight Championship is playing hot potato among the roster – that or no one seems to be good enough to actually keep it.

On the flip side of things Kingston hasn't exactly had the most promising career within Sin City Wrestling. Only real claim to frame he has is the fact he's beaten Casey Williams – which is something that everyone has done. He did beat Kain and that alone could be considered impressive. Then of course there was the Open Battle Royal win from last week where he made sure to take advantage of an opportunity that was placed in front of him. But at the same time he hadn't really proven himself and therefore there wasn't too many people that believed he'd be leaving with the championship.

Not to mention Damien wasn't exactly the most liked in the first place. So therefore it was obvious that peole weren't going to support him and they'd want him to do anything BUT win the biggest prize in Sin City Wrestling. Needless to say this is match cannot be predicted and it's going to come down to which man wants it the most. Can Giani prove that he's not just a flash in the pan and keep the belt right where it's at? Will the Italian Stallion keep things going strong for nXt? Or will Kingston come in and do what he claimed to do when he signed a contract with SCW earlier in the ring? Can Kingston finally win the big one?

All of this remains to be seen this Sunday Night. Be sure not to miss Climax Control because it's going to be historic.

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“FUTURE IN DOUBT”

¤ People Featured: Damien Kingston & Tristian Kingston
¤ Location: New York City, New York - Home
¤ Date: December 9th, 2013

In a few days Damien Kingston was going to have the biggest match of his career. Well, technically the third biggest match of his career. The first two matches were in NLWF when he had a chance to become the NLWF World Heavyweight Champion twice. Only to fail on both occasions. Now this match he had a chance to become the SCW Heavyweight Champion - thanks to a Battle Royal he had won last week. Needless to say he seemed more relaxed this time around than the first time around and we say that because our residential loudmouth found himself laying on his couch watching the Jersey Shore.

All of the sudden he heard the back door not too far away from the kitchen area open and shut. Probably shut a little louder than usual, but eh it's not something he minded considering it could only be one person. His attention was directly on the big screen television. For the love of God, he couldn't figure out why watching this show was going to do him any good going into the match with the SCW Heavyweight Champion. Aside from the simple it was going to provide him the lawls and provide him with a lot more ammo to make jokes at the expense of Giani.

All of the sudden Damien found himself looking at the rather pregnant stomach of his wife; Tristain. Thanks to her standing directly in front of the television with her hands on her hips. The Man of Liberty found his eyes scrolling up a bit. As he waved briefly.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Have fun shopping? ... oh, and would you mind inching a little to the left. I'm trying to watch TV.

TRISTAIN KINGSTON: I'm not moving. Infact...

She then takes the remote and turns off the TV before throwing the remote to across the room to the right of her. Damien found himself sitting up quite quickly as he could tell she was in a mood. Before he could say anything she was shouting at him.

TRISTAIN KINGSTON: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?

He sat there with a puzzled look on his face when she shouted her question. Damien started to raise his eyebrow a little bit as if he was thinking back to what he could have possibly done in the twenty four hours that he had been done to upset her. Yeah, he was drawing a blank. He slowly started to stand up looking still super confused.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Um babe... you know before you start yelling at me and what not. You might want to clue me in on what's got you upset. Cause I don't even have the slightest clue.

TRISTAIN KINGSTON: Does the name Jacob Anderson ring a bell?

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Uh... can't say that it does? Should it?

He shrugged his shoulders just a little. Of course he was trying to be careful because it was obvious he was treading on thin water, but he had no idea just how thin.

TRISTAIN KINGSTON: He was the child who won VIP access to SCW. The child that you called Retarded because he liked Drake Green over you.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Oooooooooooooh Yeeeeeeeeeeah, him. Now I remember!

There was some slight nodding as Damien just made this face as if it wasn't a big deal only to let words come out of his mouth which was only allowing him to insert his foot into his mouth. Figuratively of course.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Well, c'mon babe. Let's be fair here. Something had to be wrong with him if he likes Drake Green over me. I should be everyone's favorite superstar always - hands down.

Tristain's eyes grow wide as she slaps Damien across the face. Almost right away Damien grabbed his face where she had hit him. Boy was it stinging as he looked back at her. Not too pleased.

TRISTAIN KINGSTON: YOU are nothing but an egotistical asshole who doesn't know how to treat a child because you are nothing more but a child your self of the bully variety. I'm starting to wonder why the hell I even agreed to have a child with you.

There was some light rubbing against his cheek thanks to his hand. Damien looked at her with some pretty intense eyes as it was pretty clear he was pissed off at this point. Mainly for her putting her hands on him, but he wasn't going to lose his cool just yet.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: First of all, here's the warning I thought we'd never ever have... That was your first and last time you touch me like that. Don't do it again.

He slowly moved his hand away to reveal there was a red handprint on his face thanks to her hand.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Secondly, I don't even see why it's that big of a deal? What I said to that kid and what I did doesn't even directly have anything to do with how I am going to be with our kid and I think it's fucked up that you think that.

All he did was shake his head a little.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: And yes. I'm an egotistical asshole Tris. I always have been and I always will be, I kind of thought that was one of the many things that attracted you to me in the first place... but obviously not.

TRISTAIN KINGSTON: Voy a ir a hospedarse en mi madre. Cuando o si decido volver gilipollas? Es mejor que haya una actitud ajustada.

With that being said Tristain turned and walked out of the room. Damien stood there still confused for a moment or two. She hit him with the spanish knowing that he knew next to nothing about the language. Not to mention knowing he found it attractive - yeah he was weird like that. Never the less Damien started to follow her.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Okay, so that was your way to end the argument right? I mean we're just going to go upstairs and do what we always do? ... I'm confused here, woman. I don't even know what you said!

TRISTAIN KINGSTON: I'M GOING TO STAY AT MY MADRES!

DAMIEN KINGSTON: ... Yeah, not how I saw this working out.

In one quick swift motion Damien moved himself right past her. She couldn't nearly move as fast as she wanted to thanks to lugging around what many called the spawn of Satan aka Damien's child. He put his hands up to stop her from moving any further. He knew he was risking himself to be slapped again for getting in her way, but it was a risk he was willing to take.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Look, I don't need all the extra stress on me this week going into one of the biggest matches of my career. I'd like to be able to focus on becoming champion without the extra bullshit on top of everything. Bullshit that's happening for no reason.

He looked to see that she was looking at him all wide eyed almost as if she couldn't believe he said that. Damien sighed and started to rub the back of his neck nervously trying to find the right words to say.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Okay, that also came out wrong... but honest to God, Tristain. I didn't mean to upset you. I didn't think what I did was that big of a deal but if it's making you regret a child with me. Then clearly, I really fucked that up and I'm sorry, you don't have to believe me if you don't want. But I am sorry.

TRISTAIN KINGSTON: NO, you are going to spend a few days in this house by your self with out your little angel embarazada so you can think about what you did and why it was so wrong because I will be damned if our child grows up and acts like that. And never EVER come to me talking about stress hombrecito.

He was starting to come to terms with the fact that he might not get his way and might not be able to talk his way out of this one. She was stubborn as an ox sometimes and seeing as he really pissed her off this time. Yeah, she didn't appear to be backing down anytime soon. He sighed a little more.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Tris, c'mon... I said I was sorry and you know me. I never actually apologize for anything, unless I actually mean it.

Not exactly the truest of words to come from this man and she knew it. However that wasn't going to stop him from pulling the only card that he had left in his deck.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: ... You know, I don't do well alone and you know, it's harder than hell for me to even leave your side when I have to go on the road. Don't do this to me, just because I made a mistake.

The New York Loudmouth looked her dead in the eyes before speaking three words that he knew could get to her.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: I love you!

TRISTAIN KINGSTON: SAVE your te amo. Bye Damien. Take the time. Think it over. in the end maybe you'll have the bolas to apologize to Jacob.

For a moment or two he just looked at her. Obviously this time he lost. She wasn't going to back down from what she had to say and what she felt she had to do. Even though it pissed him off and to be defeated. There wasn't shit he could do. He stepped aside and sorta of presented the floor to her with a hand motion.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Well, do what you gotta do then Tristain.

She looked at him still very much irritated with him. Her look was more like a glare before she walked right on past him and made her way out the same door that he had came in. Damien just stood there looking at the door that she had walked out in before shaking his head a little bit. Clearly this is not how he had expected his night to end up going. Not even in the least bit. He shook his head before turning around and walking right back into the living room area picking his remote off the floor then flopping right back on the couch turning the TV on.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Looks like it's just me and crappy reality TV for the night.

He tossed the remote off to the side on the couch and propped his feet up on the coffee table in front of him. Placing his arm behind his head there on the couch his attention went right back to this horrible as show. If tonight was any indication of how his week was going to go. Nothing was going to be an easy ride for him on his road to becoming the SCW Heavyweight Champion. Truth be told though he didn't expect it to be easy – despite him being as good as he claimed to be. However if this situation wasn't solved by the time this Sunday rolled around. It was going to have to be one of those things that he put behind him and to focus on obtaining the one dream and the one dream he had since he was a little kid.

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“MY TIME; MY CHAMPIONSHIP!”

¤ People Featured: Damien Kingston
¤ Location: New York City, New York – Old Warehouse
¤ Date: December 20th, 2013

Inside an old abandoned Warehouse in the middle of New York City, New York. Cameras opened up to feature the man that many knew around the wrestling world as the Man of Liberty; Damien Kingston. He was sitting there on the dirty floor just looking around the room. It's like he was taking everything in. He seemed so at peace and he seemed so familiar with the place. There was a good reason for that as his eyes soon fell onto the cameras before him.

Sin City Wrestling,

In 48hrs I come face to face with my destiny. I come face to face with my ultimate dream. I come face to face with the ultimate goal; the one goal that I have yet to accomplish. For those that aren't sure of what I am talking about. I am making reference to the SCW Heavyweight Championship. When I became a professional wrestler. All I ever wanted to do was hold a Heavyweight Championship and have my name etched in with the greats.

And here I am thirteen years later. I have yet to make that dream a reality. Sure, I have held some independent titles here and there but we know at the end of the day they don't mean anything. Yes, I was the NLWF Respect of the World Champion, but it wasn't their Heavyweight Championship. Although I did get a shot at the NLWF Heavyweight Championship twice and failed on both attempts to become champion.

There was some slight shaking of his head; obvious due to him being disappointed in himself. That was a painful memory for him to bring up, but he did so for good reason. After all as much as he was hated he always had a good reason for things.

See folks,

I can admit that I have had my faults and I can admit that I have had my fair share of failures. I am that asshole you call me every night. I am egotistical and arrogant. I'm a self centered son of a bitch. I am cocky as all hell but I have failed and it's those fails that make me better in the end. It's those fails that make me stronger. It's those fails that make me everything I am today. I learn from them and I grow from them. I could have given up a long time ago but I decided not too.

I could have given up when I started training at eighteen years old in this very building. Because when I got here I was told by my trainer that I didn't have that look. I didn't have that charisma. I didn't have that IT factor. He said I was wasting my time and he said I was wasting my money in attempting to become a professional wrestler. He said that I was never going to make it. He said that I would never get booked and that I'd never make it to the big show.

He said I would never get picked up and I'd never get signed to a major promotion. I didn't let those words get to me though. I used them for motivation and I used them to drive me. In two years tops I was wrestling all around the world for some of the biggest promotions in the world and against some of the biggest names in the world. As you could have imagined it shocked the hell out of my trainer and made him admit later on that he was wrong about me. Something that he should have realized long ago but took him many years to do so.

Kingston paused for a brief moment while he looked around the ring a little more. So many memories of his place. He put so much time and energy into his career in this very building. It ended up working out for him the best way possible but he was far from done at this point in his career.

But...

The one thing he always said that he has still proven to be right at this stage is the fact that I would never be the Heavyweight Champion in any company. That has driven me for years. It has gotten under my skin for years. It is something that just irks the hell out of me and pisses me off to no end because I know he's wrong and I know that I can pull this off. I know I got what it takes to be a Heavyweight Champion.

The first two chances I got. I failed horribly and I fell flat on y face over in NLWF. But I kept getting back up and I kept trying. I was getting closer and closer to finally pulling it off, but then the place went down due to the shitty ass owner. From there though I came over to SCW and I came over here to make it finally happen. I came over here to meet my destiny. I came over here to make it all a reality, but from day one I was held down.

I got distracted by losers like Casey which ended up taking way too much of my time. Then I got forced into teaming with him – which was complete bullshit. I could see that SCW didn't respect me. I could see Mark Ward and Christian Underwood didn't give a fuck if I was on the roster or not and that's when I took my leave of absence. That's when I went into retirement. That's when I went away to get my head straight for I knew I couldn't let myself be this guy that got held down forever and ever.

The frustration was there in his face.

Then...

Just like Batman in the night I had reappeared and I was gunning right for Kain. Something that I have done admitted that I did to get the attention back on me. Something that I did in order to make people see that I was the real deal. Something that I did in order to get my name out there once again and something that I did because I knew the only way I was ever going to start getting somewhere is by taking matters into my own hands and doing things big way. Obviously that's what happened you saw me defeat him at December 2 Dismember II.

But even destroying Kain and doing so in such a manner where I forced all eyes on me. It didn't do me any good. It didn't get me anywhere. It didn't play out for me. Not at all. Because once I beat him, it's not like anyone cared. Sure people were upset because they didn't want to see me win, but it wasn't enough to keep their eyes on me. It wasn't enough to keep them caring about me. It wasn't enough to continue to keep me in the lime light. Just like that people were back to forgetting about me and I had to react fast.

Which I did when I found out there was going to be an Open Battle Royal for the number one contenders spot for the SCW Heavyweight Championship. There was never a question about it. Once I heard that I knew I had to put my name in the mix of things and I knew that I was going to enter that thing. After all it became clear to me the only way that I was ever going to get into the main event and the only way I was going to get a shot at that SCW Heavyweight Championship is if I forced things to happen for me and that's where the Battle Royal came into play.

As much as it pissed you people off. You watched me run through the Surf Boys. You watched me work circles around Jon Dough and then you watched me toss your hero Ben Jordan out of the ring and onto his ass. Then and only then did you people finally truly begin to care because that's when the sick feeling set in that I was now the number one contender and now I was in a spot that none of you ever expected me to be in. I was now getting a shot at the championship that so many said I'd never get and the shot that everyone believed would never come.

Kingston was starting to push himself up at that moment from a sitting position into a standing position. He placed his hands inside his pockets and his eyes fell right back onto the cameras there before him.

And of course...

Not a single person believes I can win. Not a single person wants to me to win. Not a single person is on the Kingston Nation or on the bandwagon. Something that I expected and something that I always want to happen. Because I don't want sympathy from anyone. I don't want jock riders. I don't want anything to do with anyone, because I want to be the one that rubs it in. I want to be the one that proves people wrong and I want to be the one that gets all the glory out of things. That's exactly what's going to happen when I win the SCW Heavyweight Championship on Sunday Night.

But there is one thing stopping me from becoming the champion and that just happens to be Giani Di Luca. You know the guy that currently holds that championship. Also the guy that doesn't seem to be very fond of me. In fact it almost  appears as if he borderline hates me. I mean after all I've heard the things he's had to say about me. I've heard him trashing me in interviews. I've heard his ego flare up. I've heard him doubt me. I've heard him claim he's better than me. I've heard quite a bit in the last week. That's just the thing though. Always has been with him.

He paused stroking the facial hair on his face with a small smirk leading right into his next point.

Giani is all talk; and no walk.

He can talk a big game but when it comes down to actually backing it up. He chokes more than the Tony Romo in the 4th Quarter with the game on the line. Now I know that he first thing that's going to come out of everyone's mouth is the fact that he didn't choke against Goth and that he did get the job done against Goth. That he did beat Goth and that he did win the title so obviously he isn't a choke artist and that's where you people are clearly wrong and that's where you people clearly have no idea what you're talking about at all.

Here's the thing folks. Everyone gets lucky in life at least once. Sure you're right when the spotlight was on Giani and when he had his chance at the SCW Heavyweight Championship. He stepped it up and he took it home with him. But it had everything to do with luck. It had everything to do with the stars and the moon lining up at the right time. It had everything to do with a miracle happening for the Italian Stallion... at the same time everyone seems to forget that Goth is a charity case all in himself.

Goth has gotten lucky twice and brought that title home with him on two different occasions. Of course the luck eventually wears off like it will with Giani and then it'll just be a matter where their names are in the record books for being the champion but it's not like they actually good enough to be champion and it's not like they lived up to the standards. Trust me I know these things and Giani has that written all over him despite what his ego says and despite what his little friends are telling him behind the scenes when the cameras are off.

Kingston rolled his eyes a bit. It appeared that he knew and he had seen a lot more than what Giani might have thought and that very well could have back fired in his face.

Lies,

That's all you're being told Giani and you're letting it get to you. Of course why wouldn't you when you've got the infamous Spike Staggs in your ear aka the same man that didn't have what it took to stick it out in the long haul. So now he's off being a little manager type bitch. Of course you're letting a disgusting foul mouth little cunt whom acts like a two year old over everything aka Misty feed you lies and get inside your head. I mean she's a huge success around here. Of course when she has everything basically handed to her and when she's got it easy.

And of course you're listening to the lies of everyone else in that group because they are the ones that are going to have your back – at least until you are no longer a use for them anymore. Then when that happens they will turn their back on you quicker than shit and leave you to die with the wolves. Believe me I am someone that's been around this business for a very long time. I know how things work. I know how things go. I've been apart of it on both ends many different times. But I know at this moment I am just talking upon deaf ears. Doing nothing aside from wasting my time.

But I can tell you this much Giani and it should catch your attention. I hope that you are having all the fun in the world out there trashing me. I hope you're having fun saying that you're better than me and I hope you are enjoying the fact that you are doubting me and saying that I can't do something – especially when you're just a match away from proving you're a choke artist like I had just gotten done saying.. I say that because you're getting lumped into the same category as my former trainer and getting lumped into the same category as all those fans that boo me every single night.

He kept taking shot after shot after shot. He was burying everything that Giani was and everything that he stood for. With that being said though; Kingston did have a final message to deliver.

Clearly you people don't get it,

I thrive off of being told that I can't do something. I thrive off being told that I'm not good enough. I thrive off being told that I'll never do this or I'll never be able to do that. I mean obviously that's the case if I proved my trainer wrong in the first place about being told that I'd never make it into this business. Clearly that's the case if I'm still holding on to what he told me about never becoming the Heavyweight Champion of any company. I mean after all I am still very much out to prove him wrong. Of course though people like your kind don't seem to get common sense.

And along with that I can't expect someone that's a big dumb jock like yourself to even understand the smallest of things. It really fucks you over being from Jersey. I would say that I would forgive you for that, but you can't forgive and you sure as hell can't forget stupid. Nor can you fix it. So therefore I just have to chalk this up as a situation where I just have to make you pay for your ignorance much like I am going to make my old trainer pay for his ignorance. It's all going to come full circle right here tonight.

After all I just don't think you or anyone else for that matter understands how much that championship means to me and it's more than just being told that I can't win it. It also has everything to do with the fact that for the last thirteen years I have seen this business change. I have seen this business go from one of the biggest sports in the world to becoming something that no one even takes pride in – like most people won't even admit to being wrestling fans and that's because this business has failed so much with their changes.

He gritted his teeth just a little bit because obvious this was a big deal. It was pretty clear that this bothered him and it was pretty clear that he was unhappy with the direction that this business was going in.

Seriously stand back and look at things for a change...

This business used to have respect. This business used to have honor. This business had liberty and justice. But somewhere along the way in the last thirteen years it has lost everything that it was once. There is no honor, no respect, no justice, and no liberty. People take advantage of this business time and time again. People only get into this business for the fame and the fortune. People only get into this business to make money and that's it. It just gets under my skin and drives me insane.

That's why I have been on a mission for a long time now to restore respect, honor, liberty, and justice back into this business. I have been out to make this business mean something again. I have been out to get rid of the selfish cockssuckers that are only here to be famous. It's why I have been out to destroy those that only want to make a couple thousand bucks a year and then be on their merry way. That's why I am out to take control of SCW and to take that SCW Heavyweight Championship into my own hands as a hostage because when I do that. I know things will have to change and I know that I will be the leader in that change.

I might be the bad guy around here to everyone else because I want change and because I want to make this business everything that it was back in the day. I might be the bad guy because I want destroy those that make this business weak. I might be the bad guy because I'm the only one taking a stand and because I'm the only that's setting out do some good – despite not a single person seeing that. But you know what? I am perfectly fine with being the bad guy if it means that in the end I stand tall and in the end I make things right for this business. It's part of my destiny.

Kingston found himself pausing once again and this time it was for a good reason. For he was getting his thoughts together in order to deliver one final message and one that would stick out like a sore thumb.

Tell you what Giani,

You go ahead and let Pauly D, The Situation, Vinny, and even Snookie fill your head with lies. You let them feed your ego. You let them make you think and make you believe that you are better than what you are. Go ahead and buy into all the hype, but in the end it's not going to work out for you. In the end you're going to have to step into the ring with me on your own – even if you bring the whole Jersey Shore or NXT – whatever your calling yourself crew with you. You got to step in between those ropes with me on your own.

You've got to face the man that you decided to trash. You've got to face the man that you talked shit about. You've got to face the man that you ran your mouth about. You've got to face the man that you said wasn't worth a damn, who you said wasn't championship material, and you've got to face the man that you claimed that you were better than and that you could beat. Not only do you have to face me Giani, you've got to back up all the bullshit that you let spew from your mouth in the last week and then people are going to see what you truly are capable of.

And the only thing that you are capable of in this situation is getting your ass kicked. Getting it kicked in the worse possibly way. Rest assured Giani; I am not going to stop beating your face in until I am satisfied with myself for every little thing that you have said about me. I won't stop until I have justifiably proven to the entire world that what you said was bullshit and until I have proven that I am better than you. Like I said before Giani, I might not be from the Jersey Shore and I might not fist pump your face. However I am a loudmouth bold cocky and brass New Yorker that has no problem kicking your fucking face on my way to becoming...

THE NEW SCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

Kingston stood there with that evil little smirk spread across his lips. No doubt about it going into this match Giani was the favorite. No doubt about it going into this match Giani was the one that everyone wanted to see walk out with the championship. Going into this match Giani was the one that was going to be cheered and supported all night long. It didn't bother the Man of Liberty and it sure as hell didn't shock him or surprise him. He knew how this was going to go and he clearly knew what he needed to do. On that note Kingston started to walk forward until he had walked right on out of the cameras view causing the cameras to cut out to static and leaving so many questions unanswered.

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“JINGLE DEEZ BELLS!”

¤ People Featured: Damien Kingston, SCW Crowd, & Santa Claus
¤ Location: Las Vegas, Nevada – Gold Coast Casino
¤ Date: December 22nd, 2013

Finally the night had arrived. It was the December 22, 2013 edition of Climax Control. Inside the Gold Goast Casino there was thousands upon thousands of fans sitting in their seats preparing for the event. All week long people had billed this night as a historic night and sure enough that was going to be the case; especially with the huge Main Event that had been booked for later in the night with the SCW Heavyweight Championship on the line. All of the sudden though the arena lights began to flash colors of white, black, and silver as the opening gutair rifs to "This Is My Life" by Downstait began to fill the arena's speakers.

Instantly there was a reaction from the fans.  There was loud boos coming from every single one of them and that was something that had been completely expected seeing as the Man of Liberty was hated. Only a few seconds had past before DAMIEN KINGSTON came stepping out on the stage in his usual gear. He had a huge smirk spread across his lips as he dropped down to his knees there on the ramp before he reached up and pulled the hood back to his hoodie revealing his smirking face. Boos got even louder.

Justin:  Ladies and gentlemen. Introducing to you at this time from New York City, New York. He is the number one contender for the SCW Heavyweight Championship and happens to be the Man of Liberty; DAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIEN KIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGSTTTOOOONNNN!

By now Damien had started making his way down the ramp. At the very bottom of it he stopped and looked around at the fans there in attendance once again. That smirk of his seemed to grow just a little bit as he nodded his head seemingly okay with the reaction he was getting from them. That's when he took a couple steps forward and pulled himself up onto the ring apron. He stepped through the ring ropes and quickly climbed the turnbuckle to the second rope. He threw his hands up into the air and shouted at the top of his lungs getting the crowd behind him a little more. A few seconds later he got down and walked to the opposite corner calling for a microphone. It didn't take long before was one got handed to him aleading to his music dying down. That's when he made his way right back to the middle of the ring with something on his mind.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Still not liked here in Las Vegas, I take it?

That's when the boos got even louder. Kingston simply shook his head with that arrogant smirk of his.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: That's fine with me., because I didn't come here to be liked. I didn't come here to make friends. I didn't come here to have fans. I thought this was stuff that we had already gone over when I signed a deal with this company months ago. But it's been obvious to me for a long time now that you people just don't seem to get things – even when they are made perfectly clear to you. For whatever reason you've all got it stuck in your head that you're going to be able to make a difference. You've got it stuck in your head than anything and everything that you say matters. You've got it stuck in your head that you people can turn things around in order to make them exactly what you want them to be. Well newsflash per usual... YOU'RE WRONG!

As one would have expected the fans started to boo even more when he made those comments. No one wanted to be wrong, especially the fans. Here as of late though Kingston had been making them look like fools over and over again by proving them wrong.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Take Decemember 2 Dismember II into consideration shall we? Every single one of you showed up or ordered the event on your television just for the sake of watching me lose. Not a single one of you seemed to believe in me. Not a single one of you wanted to believe that I had what it took to beat Kain. Not a single one of you wanted to believe that I could beat the holy piss out of him. You were all convincened that Kain was going to beat me and make me regret what I did to him. You were all convinced that your supporting Kain and cheering him on was going to be the thing that made the difference. Of course in the end I proved you wrong. I proved that your opinion means nothing. I proved that you couldn't change a damn thing. I proved that you can't make a difference. But more importantly I proved that Kain was no match for someone of my caliber.

The Man of Liberty paced around the ring with that smirk featured. It was rather clear he was proud of himself. He enjoyed that win he got over Kain. Maybe a little too much because it was something that he had brought up time and time again. Clearly it was the one win that defined him so far in SCW and he'd milk that cow for all it was worth as long as he could.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: And of course that pissed each and every single one of you off to no end. You all booed me out of the building that night. You people took it to twitter and took it to facebook. You ranted and raved all over the internet about the win that I managed to obtain despite me telling you all along that I was going to do just that. Then of course it goes even a little further than that. Because the very next week – right down the road at the Boys and Girls center. You people showed up to event with the same goals in mind. You wanted to boo me. You wanted to hate on me. You wanted to see me lose the Open Battle Royal match. You wanted to see me crash and burn – in a sense that I wouldn't be the one getting the SCW Heavyweight Championship match. All night long I heard the chants. I heard that hate and I heard those boos. I heard you people doubting me, but then what happened?

He looked out to the crowd as if he was going to get an answer, but all he got was loud boos and even a few hateful comments causing him to shake his head.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: I won, that's what happened. I out asted your hero Jon Dough. I outlasted your hero Ben Jordan. I outlasted those losers known as the Surf Boys. I stood in the middle of this ring with my hand raised high as the winner of the Open Battle Royal and the official number one contender for the SCW Heavyweight Championship. I did exactly what I said I was going to do and I did everything that you people said I couldn't do. It just went in one ear and out the other from the start – so of course when I was right. It was such a let down. It wa such a punch in the face. It was enough to shock every single person that was in that arena... but it wasn't enough to change your mindset sadly. It wasn't enough to make you see the error in your ways. It wasn;t enough to change anything at all when it comes to you people.

There was some more shaking of his head. It was pretty obvious that he was disappointed in them and he was disgusted by them. But much like he didn't care about them or their opinions. It was a two way street. They didn't care about him or his opinions to say the least bit. Kingston soon found himself leaning over the top rope a bit looking at fans right there in the front row.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: And If you don't believe me, I can prove it right here right now that you people haven't changed. I can prove that you people haven't changed your views. I can prove that you people are still stuck in your bogus mindset. Want to see me do that?

SCW CROWD: NO!

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Too damn bad, I'm going to do so anyway. After all each and every single one of you are puppets in the first place. Now, with that being said. Didn't you all show up here tonight to watch me lose to Giani?

SCW CROWD: YEAH!

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Every single one of you showed up here tonight to watch me fail at my dream to become Heavyweight Champion, am I right?!

SCW CROWD: YEAH!

DAMIEN KINGSTON: And every single one of you are just waiting to laugh your asses off when I am left laying in the middle of this ring defeated, isn't that correct?

SCW CROWD: HELL YEAH!

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Well you know what... GO FUCK YOURSELVES!

He shouted out at the top of his lungs as loud as he could while glaring out at as many fans as he physically could. His attitude just got him more boos not that it made a difference. That's when Kingston pushed himself up off the ropes and started to pace the ring picking up right where he had left off.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: You people couldn't be anymore wrong if you tried to be. The last thing I am going to do tonight is lose to an extra from the Jersery Shore television show. The last thing I am going to do is fail to become the SCW Heavyweight Champion. The last thing I am going to do is lay in the middle of this ring a broken man. No instead, I am going to crush Giani's face in when I kick it in. No instead, I am going to beat him within an inch of his life. No instead, I am going to walk out of here with that gold held high above my head and finally achieve my destiny. I will finally accomplish everything that I set out to accomplish years ago. Once again I finally restore liberty and honor back into this business when I take that championship into hostage. In fact, I'll finally make the SCW Heavyweight Championship mean something again!

Boos just rang out from every single fan sitting in their seats. They hated the idea as much as they hated him, but he was letting it roll right off his shoulders. That was just the thing. It wasn't getting to him. It wasn't having the effect that they were hoping that it was going to have and therefore that's what bothered them the most about things.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: But you know what? I've said this over and over again. I have done proven myself yet you guys don't take what I have to say seriously. You refuse to believe in me. You refuse to take my word. And seeing as I am sick and tired of wasting my breathe. I have decided to go out and find the one person that you people will believe. I went out and found that one person that every single kid here tonight believes. I went out and found the one person that would never lie and the one person that would make anyone a believer – even if they were the worse of doubts. So without further ado allow me to introduce to you my special guest for the next five minutes.

No sooner than those words came out of his mouth. There was a rather familiar Christmas song that started to play over the arena's speakers. That song just happened to be none other than “Santa Claus Is Coming To Town” and it got the attention of a lot of younger fans in the audience. Only a few seconds had passed before SANTA CLAUS was shown being carried out on stage by nine reindeer that happened to be pulling a sleigh. Santa was standing there waving to the fans which got an even louder reaction. They were cheering as loud as they could and with everything they had in them which was pretty much expected for the obvious reasons.

JUSTIN: Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like yoiu to put your hands together at this time. Making his way to the ring all the way from the North Pole, GOOD OL' SAINT NICK aka SANTA CLAUS!

By now Santa had popped on out of his sleigh and was making his way down the ramp. He shook hands with the fans a little bit before finally making it to the ringside area. He walked up the steps and then forced himself into the ring. Getting caught up on the middle rope briefly which caused Kingston to point and laugh. Thankfully Santa was able to recover quickly. Now that Santa was standing there in the ring with Kingston. The music died down and that's when the Man of Liberty moved in to stand right next to the white beared man.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: You know if you laid off the cookies fat man. You wouldn't have these problems!

He started to chuckle with that large smirk spread across his lips and as one would have expected. The fans booed heavily for his comments and didn't seem the least bit impressed by Damien's dick like moves, but it didn't matter to him obviously. That's when he brought the microphone right back up to his lips to go on with the point of everything.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: In all seriousness Santa, how the hell are you doing you chubby bastard?

SANTA CLAUS: Well Damien, I am...

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Yeah, that's nice. I decided that I don't care. Now with that being said I brought you here tonight for a reason. Isn't that right?

SANTA CLAUS: Yes you did but...

DAMIEN KINGSTON: No buts old man, no buts at all. I brought you here for one reason and that reason is to tell these people that they are wrong about me. To tell them that they are wrong about my abilities. More importantly I brought you here so you could tell these people that tonight I will defeat Giani in the middle of this ring and that I will leave with the SCW Heavyweight Championship around my waist... Now do it.

Kingston proceeded to shove the microphone right into Santa's chest as he grabbed the microphone and held it in his hand just looking at it for a second or two. Fans tried to will him on and encourage him to take a stand against the Man of Liberty. Santa hung his head low for a moment before lifting the microphone up and then looked out at the crowd.

SANTA CLAUS: Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls. Children of all ages. It was with a heavy heart that I have to ruin Christmas for each and every single one of you. For I have to tell you the truth and the truth is... the truth is... the truth is...

All of the sudden he stopped himself. It was quite clear that he was  struggling with what he wanted to say. It was quite clear that he has having a hard time putting everything into perspective. It was quite clear that he didn't want to say what he was meant to say. Kingston started to become very frustrated and quite quickly as he pointed at Santa. There was a sigh from Santa as he went on.

SANTA CLAUS: The truth of the matter is that right here tonight Damien is... Well, you see he's gonna...

He stopped himself again and that's when Kingston lost it.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: You better fucking say it. You better say it right this minute!

SANTA CLAUS: I can't do it Damien... I don't have it in me to ruin these people's Christmas.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: I swear to god if you don't tell these people the truth right this fucking minute. I willbeat the living hell out of you in front every single child here tonight and then expose to them that Santa Claus is not nor has he ever been...

SANTA CLAUS: STOP! ... Stop, I'll do it. I'll do it, just don't say that to them.

Kingston had this pleased smirk on his face as he seemed happy with the fact that he was getting his face. That's when Santa looked right back out at everyone as he stalled for a few seconds and that's when he lifted the microphone right back up to speak to the people.

SANTA CLAUS: You see the truth is that right here tonight Damien Kingston is going to find out that for the last thirty one years...  he's been on.... ... ... the naughty list!

Right away the crowd popped as Kingston swung his head around clearly in shock over what he had heard.

SANTA CLAUS: There was always a reason why I didn't bring you that My Little Pony you wanted for Christmas when you were five. There was always a reason I never brought you that Macho Man Action Figure when you were eleven. There was always a reason I didn't bring you those wrestling boots when you were eighteeen and that reason was because you were on the naughty list. You are the most self centered person to ever walk this earth. You are egotistical. You are arrogant. You are rude. And most of all you're what these people often refer to you as...

SCW CROWD: AN ASSHOLE!

SANTA CLAUS: Exactly folks... You might think that you are something special and you might think you're a God around here. You might think you can change the bussiness and that you can make it mean something again. You might think that you make a difference in SCW and in wrestling as a whole, but the truth is you don't. You never have and you never will. And you know something else Damien?! You cannot and you will not beat Giani nor will you become the SCW Heavyweight Champion here tonight or EVER at all!

Every single fan was on their feet cheering and showing their support for Santa Claus. Kingston was standing there all wide eyed as he was more than pissed off. That's when he lost his mind and charged forward:

KICK TO THE GROIN!

Kingston's kick landed perfectly in the nuts as Santa dropped the microphone and fell to his feet. Fans turned so quickly as their cheers became hateful boos. The Man of Liberty grabbed a hold of Santa's head and started to land punch after punch after punch just laying into him with everything he had. Boos continued to rain down on Kingston, but he was so zoned out it wasn't even funny. He grabbed a hold of Santa's head and then:

BRUTAL KNEE SHOT TO THE HEAD!

Santa was knocked unconscious thanks to that knee as the crowd watched him fall to the mat. They couldn't believe what they saw and continued to boo. At this point even some of the young fans in attendance were crying watching their hero get beat up. From there Kingston leaned down grabbing a hold of Santa and started to pull him up before putting him on his shoulders. Kingston looked out at the crowd with an evil smirk for a second or two before launching Santa off his shoulders.

FALLING FROM THE EMPIRE ON SANTA CLAUS!

Kingston drove Santa's head into the mat with everything he had before getting himself up to his feet. He looked down at the jolly old man laying there unconscious. It didn't take him very long at all to grab a hold of the microphone that was on the ground and lift it up to his lips as he just looked down at Santa.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Big-big mistake you fat fuck. You will see. You and everyone else will see. I am the future of SCW and I will be the SCW Heavyweight Champion here tonight... NOW JINGLE DEEZ BELLS!

He let go of the microphone as it fell to the ground and Kingston proceeded to grab his crotch giving it a little shake to drive his point home while standing over Santa. That's when "This Is My Life" started to play over the arena's speakers a second time. Kingston looked up to see the booing fans and all the sad faces in the crowed before he stepped right over Santa to climb out of the ring. He walked up the ramp receiving a ton of hatred but he didn't bother to respond. It wasn't long until he was backstage as he had set the tone for the night and left everyone wondering what was going to happen at the end of the night. For now it was really going to be a night that no one would want to miss and a night everyone would be talking about for years and years to come!

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OOC;; I know that I lost, but this is what I came up with. Hopefully, at least it's an enjoyable read.