Ariel: What will you say to him?
I looked at her and didn't say a thing before returning my gaze to the road. She was talking about Mark Ward's pathetic speech, his own stand against me, defending his actions. I knew what I was going to say and believe me when I tell you, it will be the most intense I will ever be against that son of a bitch.
I arrived in France, earlier in the week. It enraged me to discover that I am once again booked in a tag-match, this time with someone who I consider nothing to be but a piece of shit. Sitting in the limo with my girl, I looked away and shook my head. I should be involved in championship matches, not having to sit here and deal with weaklings time after time. Every partner I've been forced to deal with failed to get the job done - Raynin turned out to be the same. And yet, here I am, one more time, dealing with a joke named Matthew "Prime Time" Kennedy, a man that really has nothing going for him. No hope, no drive, no determination, nothing. He is more or less a rotting disease that should be extinguished once and for all. So it is once again up to me to carry the weight and attempt to get the job done at all costs. That's fine - I enjoy breaking people in half on my own and proving, time after time, that I am the best at what I do.
It didn't take long to arrive at the Novotel Aix En Provence Beaumanoir, a hotel somewhere in France. As Ariel and I got out of the car, it turns out that we were expected. Not just by the hotel staff, but by the media and fans, which was literally no surprise to us. Everywhere we went, we were followed and I didn't give a damn. This is what happens when you become the best in the world; all anyone cares about is your life and you know what? I relish in the spotlight! None of the other men and women could handle what I do on a daily basis and that's just too awesome to ignore! Cameras were flashing everywhere, cheers and boos were thrown at us by the crowd, the media hounding us with questions as security surrounded us and took us into the hotel. We were both dressed casually, but I didn't have time for these idiots. I had a lot on my mind and just wanted to get into my hotel room.
The whole week consisted nothing but training, putting myself to the test in everyway possible and that's why not many people hear from me. Sure, I did the occasional promotion, but, as usual, I was left to my own devices. Ariel pushed me to the limit and when I thought I could go no further, she screamed in my face. She told me to go beyond what I could do and I did, because being back on top meant EVERYTHING TO ME. She knew this as well and loves me for it; she is the light in my darkness. In any case, that's where I have been lately, focusing on the matters that need to be taken care, such as this upcoming match for Climax Control, then I have to settle my personal vendetta with the cowardly bastard known as Mark "Hot Stuff" Ward, who has been getting on my last nerve lately. It was time for me to kick his ass, take my place as the head of the SCW federation, and make sure that NO ONE stands in my way. Once I have it all...the keys, the championships, all of it...no one will ever doubt me again.
We arrived at our hotel room, which was located on the tenth floor. I nodded to my security escort and they departed for the time being. Ariel opened the door and we both went inside, checking it out. It was a large place, big in each section, from the dining room to the kitchen itself. It was like living back in our mansion in Detroit, my birthplace. Ariel dropped off her bags and went off to another room in order to make a phone call. Meanwhile, taking off my shades, I noticed a white envelope that was on the table, waiting patiently. I went over to the table, grabbed the envelope, and ripped the entry to shreds and taking out a piece of paper that simply read...
Welcome to your death!
Suddenly, the glass broke from the balcony view. Two men, all dressed in black with ski masks, quickly saw me and fired with their sub-machine guns. They didn't see Ariel, their main focus solely on me. I immediately kneeled and pulled up the table, as bullets were ripping through the table. Although I couldn't see her, I felt Ariel's presence and immediately feared for her safety. If they got one look at her, it would be the end of her. One guy was headed to the right, doing so just to keep me corner as his buddy, from the left side, continued to open fire at me. The guy on the right never saw it coming, as Ariel grabbed him from behind and pulled him out of the view. The guy on the left, seeing what just barely happened, fired in the room, now realizing that only two people were in the room. He moved towards where Ariel was in, allowing me to silently creep up behind him. He should have concentrated on me throughout the entire ordeal, because I got him in a chokehold and knocked him out.
Ariel brought the other man in and we tied them up. Ariel and I nodded to each other, indicating that we were alright. The security forces were back inside, taking over the investigation with the French police. I had no idea what they were saying, but I could care less. The only question that I had, however, was burning within my mind.
Who exactly were these fucking assholes that ruined my day?
* * *
A long time ago, there existed a world. A world that had peace and prosperity. No evil threatened it, so there was really nothing to worry about. But the prophecy spoke of a man who would enter the world with a simple goal in mind; total domination. This man would become the symbol of darkness, the man that represented everything that men and women would come to loathe in the generations to come. He was only one man, but he was given the powers of a god and had the body of a demon. He used to be a good man once, but tragedy turned his life upside down. He cast away his good side and drowned himself in eternal darkness, unable to get out of its terrifying grip. He was alone, but he was a man of promise, who wielded power like no other. He entered the lives of many in time, destroying his competition, cutting them down like a hot knife through butter. From that point, the world we once knew was no longer in peace and prosperity, but was now in darkness and decay. That man was the King Of Kings. That man is me. Kain.
I have placed myself in the worst situations in my life and somehow overcame them. This will be no different for me, as I have to face my enemies and slay them without hesitation. The Aristocats are about to find out WHY I am destined for greatness, like how everyone else has found out before them. My "partner", blind and oblivious to the truth, should neither feel safe nor welcome in my presence. My presence alone is what will terrify the landscape one more time, dominating the everlasting encounters that await me in every turn, in every corner. This should be considered a lesson to these new rivals, for they do not understand how I function. Of course, no one really did grasp how I evolved into such an unmerciful creature of hatred and destruction. That plays well to my advantage in a match like this - I am more of an enigma, an puzzle that cannot be solved in one night, in three weeks, or a thousand years. Guys like Damon Synn pounded their chests and attempted to claim the top prize in the industry. All of them have failed, because THEY KNOW that I could not be stopped. What gives you the right to say that you have a chance in stopping me? None.
And you don't have to tell me about my pathetic partner, Matthew Kennedy, just how worthless he'll end up being. Long ago, I've learned to only trust myself and never give a damn towards "allies" that are forced to be at my side for a short time. Matthew Kennedy doesn't factor into the equation. Sure, he somehow got lucky and ended up winning a few battles of his own, but should that really impress the hell out of me? Fuck no! Not a single man, on this planet, impresses me nor do they intimidate me in the slightest! People somehow have this notion that other guys will get the best of me and unfortunately, some of that has happened. Fortunately, I can say that none of it was my fault. I absolve myself of any blame from the match, because it's not my responsibility to worry about my partner and should they decide to screw up on their own behalf, that's their problem. More importantly, they are the reason why I keep losing these stupid matches; because they somehow cross the line and end up doing something wild and ridiculous that it leaves them hanging. As usual, I must carry their rotting carcasses upon my shoulders and get the job done, if only to win for my own selfish gain. After all, I look out for myself and no one else!
You see, battles like this bring out the best in me. The odds are somehow stacked against me, yet I piss you off by pulling through and emerging victorious in the end. It will, once again, be no different here! Fact is, the Aristocats have NO CLUE on who the fuck they are dealing with! Well, I'll gladly tell you; I'm Kain, The King Of Kings, the most vicious motherfucker in town that have left men in ruins after I got through with them. Had Mark Ward or Christain Underwood been smart, they would have put me in a handicapped match and allow me the pleasure of dealing with these miniscule fools whose power and speed fails to pique my curiousity! Do you really think you idiots stand a chance in hell with a god like me? Of course not! The writing is on the wall and it spells your demise, a quick one at best! Matthew Kennedy, my "partner", will no doubt be amazed at how quick I disposed of the new competition that will quickly lay bare before my feet. This main event is all about me and the spotlight will be on me, like usual, so you both, along with my "partner", will receive a lesson in violence. More than that, you will receive a lesson in how to get the job in the ring, each and every time.
It is said that this man, Kain, The King Of Kings, will rise to his throne. He will massacre all who challenge him and win the greatest championship here in the Sin City Wrestling organization, with his beloved Ariel by his side. You two will be nothing more but victims of my plans, a stepping stone as I continue my path of dominance and power. The Aristocats will not be around long. In fact, this will be the last time that they will get to savor any time for the entire world to see, because as soon as I crush their spirits, their lives will be forgetton completely. They will be nothing more but a painful memory that everyone will quickly banish from their minds. I will deal with Matthew Kennedy in another time or place, but for now, he'll just have to stay the fuck out of my way and watch how a REAL MAN handles his business in the ring. No one in the world can touch me, Aristocats, and you both will soon discover that to be truth. Like those before you, the two of you sorry jackasses will learn to fear and respect me. You both will beg for mercy, because the pain is too overbearing to withstand. In the end, all will be for naught. The King Of Kings will reclaim his throne and the propechy will come true. And there's not a damn thing you can do to stop me!
