After all the times I’ve done with the illegal underground fighting competition I was involved before joining legal wrestling, it was time that I came clean.
It was a very long process, something that was being worked on. Ariel knew what I was up to, but I didn’t want her involved unless she had no other choice. During the weeks of my recovery, I spoke to the police.
I told them everything that I knew. I began by letting them know about who I was and how I got to that point. I named every single opponent I’ve tussled with, gave them stunning stories of how I destroyed them, going after their bosses and taking over their territories. I told them about the threats that were placed on my life after retiring from that profession, narrowly avoiding death and taking out the goons they sent against me. I gave them names, places, and people that still haunted there. And, since I never took any kind of participation, I made sure to record conversations of them planning to stash someone or to kill someone outright, things of that nature, figuring it would be very useful. No one, back then, had a clue of what I was really doing. I was trying to destroy the gangs from the inside-out, as much as I could, because they represented the killers that took away my parents’ lives.
With all this information coming from me, I was granted immunity and had a deal that gave me no prison time. They knew of my history with the schools that I attended, how I got expelled from there, and what caused me to do street fighting, legal or not. Also, they knew that I was no saint either. They reminded me that I didn’t have to take the law into my own hands and should have asked for authority. Perhaps, but I did remind me that I was my own master and that anything I do is my responsibility, not theirs. I also told them that fighting underground provided me the wealth I needed and the fame to see me as a superstar worldwide. My face is recognizable, like how it is with the famous martial arts master, Bruce Lee, a worldwide icon that accomplished many achievements in the life he lead before dying at the age of 32. I’m that popular and to put me in prison would not be a wise idea. Besides, all I did was partake in fights that weren’t legal, but I never killed anyone. After all, they were asking for it and they made the first move, so it was self-defense on all accounts.
After I gave them everything I could possibly give, from tape recordings to photos that I captured on my cell phone (with clear-quality), that gave them enough ammo to receive a lot of warrants and go after them all. A lot of them, by this point, have been arrested and are now rotting in jail. From what I was told, last time, more arrests will be made and my recorded testimony, along with any other future testimony, will put them all away for good. Once they are gone, I intend on changing those territories to something more positive and useful for the future of the children; a better life, perhaps, one that I didn’t get until at a later age. For me, the moment that I found out that I am going to be a father is when I began to see everything differently. Arthur and Rose need good role models to look up and I wasn’t about to disappoint them and neither was Ariel, who is aided by her girlfriends with her current situation while I was away on business. She didn’t mind this, of course; she knows how much I love fighting and must do this to earn a living. Not that we needed the money, because we were rich beyond our dreams, but the economy could crash at any given moment and all of our fortune would be lost. So it’s imperative that I continue to work at a steady rate and do what I do best, to enjoy the life that I’m already loving at this very moment.
I returned home, after a disappointing showing, thanks to my pathetic partner, Lucan Darby, who pretty much failed in my eyes. I would address him later, but I wanted to be happy as soon as I walked in the door. It didn’t take long to make me grin widely at the sight of Ariel, my beloved. She was now eighteen weeks into her pregnancy, with twins, a thought that initially terrified me, yet I embraced it after getting used to that fact. We both embraced each other, holding us close as the cameras panned around us, as if the world was just the two of us, alone, like we were the only creatures to inhabit the planet.
We broke off the embrace and looked at each other, then I took her by the hand and sat her down on the couch.
You ready for your next match?
I nodded. I don’t like the idea of a tag-match happening to me often, but I gotta do whatever it takes to make a difference for myself and for the company.
Ready as I’ll ever be. This isn’t about my partners or competitors. This is about me. This is about us, Lisa. I need to make sure that we are given the right tools and money to survive and to help out kids. None of them will survive my wrath when I get their hands on each and every one of them. If they think I’m going to be acting as a dutiful ally, think again. We both know that the spotlight shines on me and only me, Lisa. Not those stupid, unwelcoming fools.
I know that you will beat Rage and the other contestants for the championship at Summer XXXTreme. This is your time.Not theirs. What about the people we fought in the underground fighting circuit a long time ago?
So I explained to her everything that has happened so far and updated her on the kind of progress It took a long time explaining things, but she understood everything after I was finished.
We’ll finally be rid of the past. The present is here to stay.Come on, baby, I have something to show you upstairs.
It didn’t take me long to realize what she really meant.
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To those involved in the main event this week, I am the King Of Kings and my word is true. What I have to say, today, will either benefit you or destroy you. It’s your choice, really!
Let’s get realistic, shall we? Let’s not play games or beat around the bush, because I’m tired of that bullshit. This is nothing more but a colossal pig screw, right from the get-go! Again, I am booked in a match that involves partners, people whom I would NEVER trust in this lifetime, especially after what happened recently. Lucan, Bo, and Jordan all have connection to me in some fashion. This is going to be a battle that tests everybody to their mental and physical limits and no one is friends on here and I mean NO ONE. If the authorities above think that we are going to get along just fine, holding hands and playing stupid, childish games together, you got issues and definitely need a checkup with a psychiatrist. This isn’t one of those times to be screwing up and letting the competition rattle your cages. This is a time, however, to win at all costs, to make sure that you succeed on your own terms and not on anybody else’s dime! So, what exactly am I trying to say? That I care for no man in this world, except for me! I’m the biggest threat in this entire confrontation, so maybe, JUST MAYBE, all of you should just shut your mouths and pay attention, because I’m only going to say this once and then let my actions do the rest.
Jordan, you tell me that I do sneak attacks nowadays. No, you worthless jackass, that’s not what I do! I make sure to let my enemies know that I am coming and strike when they didn’t see it coming! You were obviously terrified of my presence and saw how quick and effective my strike was against Nick Jones, the stupidest motherfucker on Earth! The stupid man has the nerve to call himself the best when his time as champion is officially over! It’s even funnier that you are buying his act of self-righteousness and dignity! And the fans are just as clueless too, they don’t know what’s really going on, do they? Of course not, so let me spell it out for you; this is nothing more than a facade on Nick Jones’s part! You heard me! He’ll act like the best friend that he is until the championship is his again, then he’ll reveal his true colors and will come out and say that he used you all. How pathetic is that? Jordan, one thing you gotta get straight, in a brutal business like this, you should be trusting no one except yourself! How do you think I managed to stay on for this long? It’s because I ally myself with no one! I am the number-one priority in this world. I look after myself and my own interests. The games that people like Nick Jones is astonishing, because he plays this performance that you believe to be convincing when it’s really not. As for Summer XXXTreme, don’t worry; you’ll get what you deserve too. Winning this tag-team match, then the championship at the next PPV, will be the biggest upset of them all, at least for you and the others involved. This isn’t just business anymore, it’s also personal and when you decide to fuck with a man like me, you’ll pay the price for your foolish decisions. Mark my words, Jordan, you’re going down in flames and you won’t be able to get rid of the nasty burn I’ll be providing you and your worthless, grotesque body when it’s all said and done!
Bo Dreamwolf, you are a completely new foe. Like you to me, I have not faced you yet. I have been watching you from afar, however, and I am honestly impressed with your skill. I have to say this; you are an impressive human being and you have my respect. Your skill, your courage, your athleticism, and your courage in the face of danger brings out nothing but respect from me. You earned it. That being said, you made a huge mistake. Granted, I give you credit for being a man and coming after me, but the beating you gave to me was nothing. In fact, it did very little damage to me, despite the powers that you boast. Sad, isn’t it? The fact that you tried to capitalize on an opportunity that you’ve been waiting for since the day you walked in this place was gone within a blink of an eye. A draw, wasn’t it? Despite your words, you failed to get the job done. So explain to me how you are going to get the job done at Summer XXXTreme, because quite frankly, you’re going to fail miserably. You’re going to lose the next golden opportunity for the second time in a row. The moment you made that huge mistake, that alone sealed your fate , Bo. You attacked me and got into my business, which you had no right to participate in whatsoever! This time, I’m going to settle this first-piece of business by destroying you and your partners, alone. You honestly think I need the help of the two clowns I’m forced to team up with, to help me with anything? Think again, Bo, because I’m the one-man army around here and no matter how times I lose or win, you can’t kill me. Mark Ward thought he could kill me, but he can’t. No one can, because I’m literally an indestructible machine that’s destined for greatness. If I have to get booed out of every arena, so be it, but no one can deny the charisma and power I possess when I walk into the arena. Would your Native American heritage and the powers that come with it be able to save you? Would the good spirits, as the Indians would call them, be by your side for a battle like this? I doubt it, especially after they see the devastation from my side of the street. You’re not safe in this world, Bo Dreamwolf. Fact is, no one is and this tag-match will finally prove that point. You will suffer horribly and then, at Summer XXXTreme, I’m going to kill your career permanently. Trust me when I tell you, you aren’t the only one who will see the light. Rage, Nick, Jordan, and you will finally come to understand that I’m immortal, everlasting, and cannot be stopped. So do not EVER think that you have my number in this game, Bo, because you don’t! Got that? I hope so!
Lucan Darby, you failed to impress me. You’re like every other tag-team partner I’ve been forced to team up with. You look and sound impressive on paper, but after what I saw first-hand, you really don’t have what it takes to be a champion. Since I’m God around here and not those fools, Mark Ward and Christian Underwood, nothing about you is spectacular, to say the least. I would have thrown you out of the Sin City Wrestling organization. Simply put, you can’t draw, you can’t contribute well. In fact, no one can, so you can at least be comforted by the fact that I’m not singling you out in that regard. But you get my drift, don’t you? In other words, you’re nothing. You are as insigificant as an ant that gets crushed on a daily basis; nothing home to write about, nothing worth discussing around the dinner table. I did my job last week and it sucks that I had to carry your dead weight for last week’s match. Like every tag-team partner I’ve been shoved down my throat, you failed to provide me support and backup when needed. Thus, you alone are the reason why you lost. Were you there to kick Nick Jones out of that final pin? No. You were somewhere else, Lucan, lost in your own world, thinking that what you did made some kind of difference or significant contribution to MY cause! And now that you are on the other side of the ropes this time, it is only fitting that I destroy what’s left of you and in your career, Lucan. It is only fitting that I use you, as a stepping stone, as I crush you like that ant and rise to the occasion at the Summer XXXTreme PPV, where my destiny will finally be realized. Once I have you placed in the hospital, you will be sad, forced to watch me perform at the peak of my powers and earn the biggest prize of them all. You made the foolish mistake of costing me my match and most importantly, MY WIN! If you think that I’m going to feel apologetic at this time, forget it. I apologize to no man. I bow to no man and I won’t be starting today. So I’ll give you this once chance to run away like the little bitch that you are. If you don’t run away, then prepare to be awake for a long time, because I’m going to enjoy beating the shit of a worthless man like you!
As for my partners, Nick Jones and Rage, you both need to shut up and stay out of my way for this entire battle. I know what you are going to immediately say, Nick Jones. “I beat you to retain my championship and I beat you again. You can’t stop me.” No, Nick, just because you beat me in a couple of matches doesn’t give you the right to claim superiority over ME! I told Mark this and I’m telling you this right here, right now; you cannot kill me. I am eternal and everlasting, Nick. I cannot die. And that’s what pisses you off about me, doesn’t it, you worthless jackoff, that I’m the man around here and my legacy will be told for generations to come? Winning championships and matches are a great accomplishment, but it’s the legend that you create, in the end, that matters the most. So when I will finally win a championship or two and prove myself, in the ring, each and every time, for a longer period of time, I know you’re going to be jealous of me, like how you are jealous of me now. See, the fact is, I know your bullshit games and I’m not falling for it. It’s stupid and incredulous, Nick. It’s retarded to see that you’re trying to play this “I love the fans” game when we all know it’s pure nonsense and the sad thing is that the fans are falling for your act. I won’t be. And that’s another one of the millions of reasons why I’m better than you; I’m not a facade, I’m not a liar. What you see is what you get and I play for keeps as much as possible, win or lose. And I’ll do whatever it takes to win, even if it means breaking every bone in my body to do so. As for Rage, I didn’t have a problem with you until that little Twitter war that we engaged in a short time ago The fans couldn’t help but eat up our words of rage (pun intended) and hatred against each other and are already sailivating at the possibility of a match between you and me. That chance will happen soon, Rage. Your reign will end at my whim, Rage. If you want to see how a real fighter works in the ring, you better take out a notepad and write a lot of notes, because what you will eventually witness, first-hand, will shock you and not in the good way either. It’s going to be really satisfying, Rage, to watch a bitch like you crawl towards me, begging me for mercy at Summer XXXTreme, pleading for mercy when you will have done. I will make sure to finish you off and show you the nasty, angry side of me. You’re going to hell in a handbasket at that PPV, so in the meantime, for this upcoming conflict, you better stay the fuck out of my way and listen to the King Of Kings and watch him as he slaughters his opposition swiftly and without any haste. After seeing all that, you better be terrified of me, asshole. VERY TERRIFIED!
The time for talk is over. I will once again see you all on the battlefield, ready to engage you with everything I got and so much more. Whether you guys decide to heed my words or not, it’s up to you. But in the end, actions back you up and I intend to show you fools and the entire world that Kain WILL be the next SCW heavyweight champion and every single foe will do nothing but bow to me and accept me as your leader. As a God, as a Demon, I cannot be toppled. Prepare yourselves for the biggest ass-kicking of a lifetime. After this, there is no turning back. After this, there are no excuses, no regrets, nothing. This is the time where all of you must either put up or shut up. Succeed and you’ll walk away with victory in hand. Fail and you’ll walk out with nothing. I intend not to fail, but to succeed. I intend to win and if I have to carry Rage and Nick Jones, two of the most pathetic jackasses in the history of this company, then so be it. No one can touch a candle to my eternal greatness! No one can strike wtih fast precision and speed as well as I can. In fact, none of you ARE ME and that’s the greatest thing about me. I cannot be duplicated nor imitated! Only the strong survive and at Climax Control, nothing will ever be the same once I destroy Lucan, Bo, and Jordan. I will put those idiotic, stupid bitches in their places and show them what a true fighter is all about. Fact is, I am the most complete fighter in the world. You don’t believe me? You just wait, because hell just got a lot hotter!
My name is Kain. I am the King Of Kings. Your fate? Well...your fate...IS SEALED!
