[Kain]

 I remember that day. The day that I was a champion.

The Asylum Wrestling Alliance used to be my home. I was on top of the world and I remained undefeated. In a short amount of time, I gained the biggest prize of them all, the AWA heavyweight championship, and I had plans for keeping it in the long run. I had everyone on the run. No one was able to touch me, because I eliminated the competition, one by one. I showed the world that I was a man to be greatly feared. Respect? Fact is, I’m the most complete fighter in the world and AWA already got a taste of my awesome powers. However, it was due to my ferocious might that got them to be complete chickenshits and turned their back on me.

They ended my contract, took away my title, fired me, and left me to die.

I still remember feeling enraged, unhappy with the end result. Not to mention my ankle got broken in my final match over at that pathetic place. I also remember vowing revenge, because I did nothing wrong and they did.everything wrong to me.They chose to harm me by attempting to take it all away. They thought that my career was dead and over. However, I am young, still currently at the peak of my prime. How in the world could they kill me? The answer is that they can’t. Oh, they can try to bury me by forcing me to lose in the biggest match of them and they can try to watch me whimper like a dog, but their plan FAILED! I did neither. Fact is, I’m still alive and so is my dream, to be the best that I could possibly be, without any help. I’m a one-man army, destined to become the greatest of them all.

So I left anf began the healing process for my broken ankle. It would take days, weeks, even months to heal up, but it was good as new. I could walk again, thanks to months of intense rehab. See, I didn’t cry over spilled milk, I did something about it. Reflecting back on it, the fire inside me was too strong for anyone to kill. So I did what I could; I trained myself to the absolute limit, staying in the best shape of my life,mentally or physically, broken ankle or no broken ankle! After that was healed, I decided to drift away for a few years, knowing that I needed to be stronger. What I showed in the Asylum Wrestling Alliance was a taste of things to come; I knew that I barely scratched the surface when it came to my formidable powers and I decided that I wanted more. I wanted to be the best and to do that, I had to train with the great masters of many martial arts and seek out new ways to humiliate my foes. .So that’s what I did; I traveled around the world. I learned many styles, such as Krav Maga, Brazilian Ju-Jitsu, Muay Boran, Karate, you name it. I mastered them all and after doing so, I was called, by those masters, “the best student they ever had.” Their words, not mine. As you can imagine, I was humbled by their words.

And so I returned to the world, a few years from my self-imposed exile, determined to find my way back into the jungle and to showcase my new abilities. The rest you already know; Mark Ward, head of the SCW organization, kept an eye over me and my career and immediately saw the potential that I could bring to his organization. He called, we spoke, agreed on terms, then signed on the dotted line. Since then, my ride here has been nothing but an interesting, wonderful journey. I took part in some of the best matches in my career, won and lost some. I have no regrets on the journey so far and I intend to make the most of it. However, the time for games and bullshit is over. I am not here to lose, especially to those that feel like I’m nothing to them. I’m here to win at all costs and I’m going to enjoy ruining their moment in the spotlight, even Bo, a man that I cannot help but give some amount of respect. Then again, when that time comes, respect is thrown out of the window that bell rings and all of us are in the ring, at that cruise. No one will be safe from my vengeance. No one will walk away with the SCW title. No. In fact, only I will walk away with the SCW title. Only I will deliver the promise I made as a child and from the time I entered and then booted out of the place. Not only will I win, but I will be the next heavyweight champion in the Sin City Wrestling organization.

Count on it!

***

I find this funny and a bit ridiculous. All this trash-talk that I’ve been hearing from our current champion isn’t really meant to be taken seriously. After all, it comes from a guy that dresses up like Batman, a fictional hero that serves as a symbol of justice. More importantly, though, he is the true example of what a man should be, just like me. Like me, he has trained himself to mental and peak perfection. Like me, he has trained and mastered all the martial arts styles. Now comes the best part, something that Rage will not understand or will never achieve in his lifetime; he’s merely human that achieved all of those amazing feats by himself. A mere human that chose this life for himself after his parents were killed by a man with no dignity or respect for the world. Could you accomplish what Batman did? I doubt it, Rage. You’ll never reach that point of greatness, like how he or I did, for that matter. So maybe, JUST MAYBE, you should stop deluding yourself to think you’re just as great as him.

Because you’re not and you never will be. Let’s destroy the lies that you created about me for your pathetic, soulless enjoyment, shall we? Because as you will come to find out, truth always wins out in the end. Your way of truth is simply bullshit and absurd.

First off, I honestly doubt that you could go through the paces with me, especially in a match that I had back at London Brawling. Without the kind of training and intensity needed for a fight like that, I doubt you could live to survive the story and tell all about it in a future memoir. Not that I would buy it, because again, it would be filled with these exaggerated claims and false promises from you. It’s a waste of time, really, telling me that you enjoyed our match or the beating or whatever makes your dick turn that hard about me. So did a million others out there, who like me or hate, for better or worse. But don’t worry though; the damage and destruction I caused against Mark, the man you adore, love, and worship like a God or some fucked-up bullshit? Double that ten times over, except on you, and you’ll wish you never see me pissed after our grueling conflict!

Second of all, I do deserve everything, but only because I worked THIS HARD to get here. I didn’t ask for anything in the end. I earned it, so I expect to get my keep whenever and wherever I want. It’s how life works, pal. Due to my awesome accomplishments and what I’ve done for myself for so many years, because I am truly the man that has done all the hard work around here. I’m greater than you, Rage. Laugh at that now, but after Summer XXXTreme, you won’t be laughing anymore. I don’t care if you loathe me with every fiber of your beating, because I simply don’t give a damn. The problem is, you can’t see past greatness and that, you worthless fool, will be your downfall.

Third, the last time I checked, I don’t walk in every week, in or out. See, I don’t think the public deserves to see me until I see it is right to do so, Rage. I can come in and go out of any place I please, like the wind. When I want something, I come get it on my own time. Also, last I checked, it’s been awhile since I spoke to the dismal public and told them of how I really felt. Instead, Rage, my actions speak louder than my words. Everything I do, Rage, is planned and calculated. My voice isn’t the only thing you should be concerned about, Rage; everything that I do concerns you, doesn’t it? You talk big, you gloat too much, but deep inside you, your voice is telling you exactly what’s being said in everyone else’s head; that I’m the greatest threat of them all. That is the truth, is it not? After all, you said that I was one hell of a fighter, correct? That alone should tell you that I’m not to be trifled with so easily.

At least, in one aspect, you’re right. I am a God around here. I walk into any venue and guess where all of the eyes go to immediately? ME! You need to stop being safe in that comfort zone of yours, Rage. The world isn’t about you, nor has it been about anyone else, for that matter. It’s about me, Rage, because you know, as well as I know, that the world starts and ends with me. Unlike you, I will be talked about in the years to come, after I do retire from the business and when I do die. People will remember me as a God, as someone who did everything possible to be the best that he could possibly me. Will they remember you? I guess they will. After all, I’ll give you credit just this once; you did take down Nick Jones. But was it rather skill or luck that brought you there? It can’t be skill, so lucky had everything to do it, Rage. Thus, you got lucky once. But you won’t be so lucky again. Also, you think that I’ve been attacking Nick Jones or whoever for so long that you’d thought I would just forget about you?

Sorry, Rage, but it doesn’t work that way. I figured, in this case, I would destroy them all in the one instance that would really hurt everyone in the end. All of you can win battles against me, but it’s the war that counts. And this is a war that I know I can win . And that’s another delusion you convinced yourself highly. You feel that I wouldn’t attack you because it would embarrass me? May as well kill that notion now, because I attack whoever I please. Unlike you, I make my presence known. I attack people, yes, but I make sure that I’m man enough to let them know who it was that struck them and left them bleeding in their own pool of blood.  Thus, truth wins out again, Rage; you are simply too scared of me. You are afraid that I’ll take everything from you, which is exactly what I will accomplish in the end.

See, I’m sure you’ll do your best to kill me. But if Mark Ward, Nick Jones, Jordan “P.S.” Williams, and all these other cats cannot kill me, what is the point of trying to triumph against me? You say all this crap to me now, telling me that you just can’t wait to unleash your anger on me, because I’m the one that deserves it the most. Already, you fail to impress me. You have begun to plant the seed of your own destruction that’s just waiting to happen, Rage, because you are way too overconfident, way too cocky for your own good. Imagine that; every lie you spew out of your mouth will be for nothing, won’t it? Let’s face it, you got lucky in that one moment and defeated Nick with too much chaos was happening. Cherish that accomplishment to high heaven, Rage, because that’s the only thing you’ll ever be remembered for. I earn my opportunities around here because I make my point at the best of times, Rage. This will be one of them. I care not if you are not impressed me or if you don’t respect me or so on. I don’t need any of that from a bitch like you!

So, no, Rage, you can’t defeat me. Not now, not ever. I’m glad I make your blood boil, because it’s what I do best. The mere presence of the King Of Kings makes you tremble and after Summer XXXTreme, you WILL bow to me. You WILL come to see me as the man that ended your career permanently. You will see me as the guy that killed your hopes and destroyed your dreams in a blink of an eye, Rage. I don’t want your respect, nor do I care for it, Rage. Getting that out of you is a waste of time, because it will never happen. But what will happen is your untimely demise, Rage. I don’t care who I pin, but if it’s you that I have the make the final pin, so be it. Fact it, it just makes everything all the more sweeter for me. I earned everything I got, Rage, and I deserve what I get. This is one of those times, Rage, and I intend to make the best of it. You are exactly that, Rage, a paper champion whose job was meant to hold the title until someone BETTER THAN YOU takes it away from you for all eternity.

And stop with this “This monster inside me is getting angrier by the moment” bullshit. Your words are full of emptiness, the threats vague and empty. In the end, you know what truly are?

A man that’s full of hype and no substance. Pathetic. Get out of my sight from the time being! You mean nothing to me, little shit, and after the PPV, you will be nothing but a memory. Enjoy that title with what little time you got with it, Rage, because your rage won’t be good enough to destroy the man you should have NEVER underestimated in the first place!

* * *

It sucks having to leave her behind. But what choice did I have?

Doctors ordered Lisa, aka Ariel, to stay behind. Not a whole of traveling can be done in her state, especially that she’s pregnant with twins. Thankfully, we have friends in the area that volunteered their help to stay with her, in case if anything happens.

Outside of their mansion, the limo was waiting. My gear and suitcases were already in the trunk, my limo driver sitting in the driver’s seat, waiting for me patiently. It was a sunny day on Monday. A week before, I was thrown into intense training, making sure that I prepared myself for what is the biggest match of my career. Everything that I’ve said and done has led up to this point and I intend to do what everyone else thought I couldn’t do; become the next SCW champion!

Lisa and I embraced each other in a hug and I felt the tears as he beautiful face was buried on my left shoulder. I rubbed her back, comforting her with sweet words, letting her know that I would return as soon as I could. My wife and my future children are a major priority in my life and I wanted nothing bad happening to them. We broke off the embrace and she looked at me with all seriousness now, the tears gone.

Promise me. Promise me that you will win that championship, Alex.

I nodded to her once. That championship would be mine, come hell or high water.

We kissed each other goodbye, hard on the mouth, then broke it off. I touched my angel’s face, one last time, making sure to absorb that look and carve it deep into my memory, so that I don’t forget it in the days to come. Then I turn around, enter the back of the limo, slamming the door shut behind me.

I looked out the window and saw my beautiful wife backing away as the limo left the house and headed down the road.

* * *

Bo Dreamwolf. Of all the men that I’ve fought and contended with, I have the most respect out of you. In you, I see glimpses of a true champion, determined to fight with every ounce of your pride and dignity on the line, as if nothing else mattered. I can agree with Rage on that, in that one instance, that you are destined for something great and I wish you nothing but the best of luck.

However, your golden opportunity, as you saw it fit, will have to wait for another time.

See, I pride myself as a man, just like you. As a man, I must do ruthless things to prove my point around here. It’s not because it’s personal, unless you make it to be personal, but it’s only business, Bo. And I think, in a sense, you could understand that, could you? You’re like me, Bo; you’ve been working so hard to get here and to find yourself in moments like these, where everything is put on the line in order to make a difference in our careers. A moment like this cannot be thrown away either. I know that you wish for me to be in a better capacity, that you wish for me to see the light, to end my evil ways and become a good person. I can sense that out of you. You’re like Luke Skywalker trying to convince his father that perhaps the route he’s taking is the wrong one.

My problem with that, Bo, is that being on this path of rage and destruction has brought me to places where no man has ever gone before. Due to what I’ve chosen to do, it has landed me many opportunities in here and at the previous places and affiliations I’ve chosen to associate myself with, Bo. So far, I’ve done my best to decimate the competition and have done everything I could to do so. Don’t be fooled by what Rage tells you about me in his promo, because I’m the best at what I do. My purpose, in life, Bo, is to annihilate all who step before me, against those who think of me as a lost cause or completely worthless. My anger, as such, dictates my every move.My anger, Bo, will be one of the key factors in enabling me to score the biggest prize of them all.

So can you win championship gold? I bet you could, Bo, if you tried hard enough. But no one in our upcoming battle, Bo, will prove themselves worthy of owning the gold. After this, Bo, I can assure you that Rage will never get close to owning championship gold ever again. Do you understand why I have to do this? If not, it’s because of my dream, Bo, the one that’s been denied to me for so long. That’s part of the reason why I am considered a threat to everyone around here, because I have nothing to lose. And when a man has nothing to lose, how far will he go to win it all? I suspect that what I do at Summer XXXTreme will test me like walking on hot coals, bare feet and all. I know that you were sent to test me and you know what? I’m fine with that.

But don’t think, for a second, that you have a chance against me. It’s pretty much useless, especially since I’m immortal and I can never die. It’s something that Rage hopes to see me as; a mortal with no chance at all. But I assure you, Bo, things won’t be bad as they seem once I become the SCW champion. In time, you will come to respect me, but more importantly, you will come to fear me, to bow to me, to acknowledge me as someone truly great in this business, that he can do no wrong! Truth is, Bo, I have all the qualities that a true man possess; I have charisma, I have talent, I have skill. All of that will back me up in the days to come after I succeed in winning the championship!

Do you possess those qualities, Bo? Do you possess the charisma, the talent, and the skill to become an SCW champion? I won’t lie to you; you do. But again, this won’t be one of those days that you’ll win it, because in the end, the man that truly wants it bad enough will become that man to win the prize and that man, Bo, is me. I cannot fail at this moment, Bo, because it’s everything I ever wanted. So if I have to attack you in the most ruthless manner possible, then so be it. This isn’t just about you, it’s about four other men that are attempting to wrest away a dream from me. Everyone is looking after themselves, Bo, and I’m merely doing the same.

After every attack I’ve planned, after every word and statement I uttered from my mouth, Bo, there is simply no turning back. Once I am done completing my task and emerging victorious with the title in hand, no one in the world will ever doubt me again. Maybe someday, a rematch between you and me can happen and we will see, without any kind of interference or any other kind of nagging issues, who truly is the best between you and me. Until then, perhaps after this confrontation, you will be able to understand why I rely on my rage. It is my time to be the next SCW heavyweight champion, Bo. With all due respect to you, friend, there is not a damn thing that you or any of the other four can do about it.

Will you, of all people, be able to triumph and win? For your sake, let’s hope so. Otherwise, it’s the end of another golden opportunity for you.

* * *

As my limo driver was making his way to the airport, my cell phone buzzed within my jacket. I took it out, looked at the caller I.D., recognized who it was, then answered it.

Hello, Chief Brown. What can I do for you?

Hello, Alex. I just wanted to give you an update of what’s happening so far with your case.

Go on.

A lot of arrests have been made. Thanks to your testimony, a lot of the guys have confessed to the crimes they did, during your time in the underground fighting circuit, and have been pointing fingers at others for other crimes they allegedly committed in their time. What you did was simply remarkable. you took down a lot of gangs and top kingpins with your actions and your testimony. Mind if I ask why?

Because, in the end, my parents didn’t deserve to die from gangsters like those, people who tried to make a name for themselves with terrible crime. After I took over their organizations from the inside and ruled them all, I decided that it was time to end the violence by turning over a new leaf. WIth kids on the way, I also don’t wish for any trouble to happen and I figured that by testifying now and being granted immunity and no prison time, everything would work out for the best. With what I’m doing, this could be the start of a new day and I don’t wish to see harm inflicted on my family at all.

Don’t worry, Alex. Everything will be taken care of on our end. I wish you nothing but the best of luck in your match.

I will do my best. Thank you, Chief, for taking the time to update me. Have a good day, sir!

I closed the phone and nodded happily, even going as far as to pump a quick fist in the air, excited. Things are really starting to look good for me these days!

* * *

To be honest, while I respect Bo for what he’s done around here and see glimpses of hope and great promise, I don’t like him. In fact, I don’t like anybody. Guys like Rage? I dislike them intensely! Another guy who I dislike with that much intensity is Nick Jones. The failed champion, now a paper champion in his own right, and someone who has been nothing but a thorn by my side ever since we encountered each other.

I fail to honestly grasp why Rage saved you the best for last. Let’s face it; you aren’t the best anymore, are you? After what happened between you and Rage, nothing has been quite the same to you, has it? Of course it hasn’t, because being who you are today, you really haven’t impressed me or anyone else as much. Of course, I know you. You’re going to gloat. You’re going to say that it was you to beat me and it was you who won for our team. Do me a favor and stop thinking that you’re all great, that you’re too powerful to be stopped. Please, Nick, you aren’t that much of a convincing actor, but a man that’s completely full of bullshit. Just ask Rage, he’s full of bullshit too!

See, I wasn’t the least bit surprised to see what unfolded last week. I told the rest of the world about your true play and yet, NOBODY wanted to believe me. Hey, at least I spoke the truth, didn’t I? About how you “being nice” was nothing more than a ploy? Your true colors were there and then once again revealed the moment you betrayed your buddy, Jordan “P.S.” Williams, a guy that foolishly trusted you with his life and his back. See, that’s why I don’t join up with crews or alliances these days. It’s every man for himself and for some people, you have to learn the hard way. Being a nice guy, Nick, gets you nowhere in this business. You’ve been nothing more but a pissant, complaining about how you lost and how it was nothing more but a fluke or a stroke of luck for Rage to conquer you for the championship.

Now, not to give the man any credit, but whether we like it or not, he did kick your ass, made you his bitch, and took away your title. As it should be, because quite frankly, you are in no position to be champion anymore! Tell me, Nick, how does it feel to still be cocky, but not be the best any longer? How did it feel, time after time, when I’ve gotten you when you’ve let your guard down, something that you should have never done? See, Nick, you fail to heed my words and constantly underestimating me. You fail to realize that I’m greater than you, whether you like it or not. I don’t care how many times you’ve beaten me, because those battles are nothing to me. I’m like the Terminator, Nick; I cannot be destroyed so easily.I continue to rise from the grave and I continue to unleash the hell that you and anyone else so richly deserves.

Summer XXXTreme is going to be a test of skill and determination, Nick. It’s what I expect from every man in this competition, Nick. Sadly, you don’t possess those skills, nor do you have the heart, the courage, and the right mindset to make it so. All that time, you got lucky to win those matches, whether it was through some kind of fluke or help from your entourage. It won’t matter. This time, Nick, you will not be victorious. Not here, NOT NOW! That SCW heavyweight championship you covet so badly will not be yours for the taking. Rage won’t retain it either, Lucan or Bo will not get their first SCW heavyweight championship gold, and Jordan won’t be getting his final run with it. You’ve got to understand, your worthless shit, that your time around here IS OVER. Summer XXXTreme is my time, Nick, NOT YOURS. For everything you ever wanted, it will be lost in the flames. I doubt, Nick Jones, that you will survive my wrath. It’s time for you to pay the piper and to prove, to the entire world, what you truly are. A mess.

Yes, you heard me. A mess. Being a nice guy didn’t get you anywhere and I doubt your newfound rage will lead you to the gold. Sorry, Nick, but after Summer XXtreme, it’s time for you to face the facts and understand, once and for all, that I am the King Of Kings and what I do is business. Accept your fate, let it all go, then fade away in obscurity. That’s reality, Nick - you to fade away into the dust while I step on you like the lifeless, worthless pissant that you are and you watching me rule the Sin City Wrestling Organization with an iron fist.

Sad? Not really, at least for me, but for you, it is. But it is true? Yes it is, Nick. Yes it is...

* * *

I slept for a bit, but the sleep was short. From my mansion to the airport, it took us about an hour to get there.

My plane was already waiting for me, somewhere in the hangar area, but I had to get through a lot of security and a lot of people to get there.  Both the limo driver and I got out of our seats and the limo grabbed himself a cart. Once I got out, though, I was approached by a dozen reporters, who found out about my arrival somehow and were immediately asking questions out of me. I had nothing to say, but I let my face do all the talking as cameras were flashing rapidly, trying to get a picture.

The cameras followed me as I turned away from the reporters and walked to the limo driver. I handed him a hundred-dollar bill as a tip while I was shaking hands with him. The reporters, though, saw the handshake, but never the money, as I thanked him for giving me a ride here. As I grabbed my cart and was pushing it inside, security surrounded me, telling the reporters to back away as we walked deeper into the airport. It didn’t take me long to get through customs or handing away my baggage. With the exception of my keys, wallet, and cell phone, I had nothing else to bring on the plane with me. Besides, the ride ahead would be a short one, about another hour out of my time. The Royal Monarch cruise is somewhere on the open sea and I was determined to make it on there without any kind of delays.

After most of my baggage was handed to the airport officials at the ticket counter, security once again surrounded me and whisked me away to the plane that was standing by for me. I walked past people, most of them who were booing, but there were some asking for an autograph. Being the awesome badass that I am, I had no need for the public’s cries. They only saw me when they could, which really isn’t much. I only allow them to see me when I do so and this is one of those times. We reached the outside, away from the public and the reporters that hounded us. I approached my private jet, with a couple of the pilots standing, saluting me. I saluted back in respect.

Sir, we are ready when you are ready!

I nodded and climbed up the steps, then entered the door and to my right. I took a seat somewhere in the back and buckled myself, then I patiently waited as the doors closed.

* * *

Lucan Darby, the man that didn’t really show much promise when we fought the last time and now has a shot in the title. This is pathetic. I expected a better challenge out of you and as it turns out, you managed to slip by and gain one more opportunity. You should be thanking the authorities a million times over for this opportunity. Not on the opportunity to get the gold, mind you, but an opportunity to once again learn the very best in this business.

Truth is, I don’t want you here, in this match. In fact, I don’t want you or any of the other opponents to be involved in this match, because none of you deserve it. Especially you! You failed to answer my question before, so I’ll grant you another chance in doing so. What makes you an exceptional case for a match like this, Lucan? What makes you really special around here? I fail to understand that, to be quite honest with you. For a man who never showed up to the verbal dance last week and then didn’t accomplish much in our match, you really don’t have much of a good reason to be in this awesome confrontation. Let’s face it, this is too much for you and despite how “impressed” people seem to be with you, you don’t stand a chance in this.

Quite frankly, I’m sick and tired of jokers around here, trying to claim that they are that good and then don’t live up to the hype they boast. Despite me winning and losing around here, I’m more of an accomplished fighter than you’ll ever be, Lucan. You need to simply understand that this is no longer the minor leagues. This is the where big boys play and quite frankly, I’m the only man in the house that’s capable of putting the boys in their place and showing who truly is king around here! All I’ve been seeing, from you, is failure. I don’t know any other way to describe your current efforts, yet that word speaks volumes about you.

Why you? Why do you think you’re the chosen one in all of this, Lucan? So far, you’ve been unconvincing in your cause to do anything great around here. Far as I’m concerned, you’re a joke. Anything else is simply unrealistic, Lucan. You still have a long way to go and I hope that by kicking your ass all over the cruise and winning the title, it will show you that you are simply not ready for the big time.

And finally, there’s Jordan.

You disappoint me, Jordan. Of all people, you are simply too gullible. You are willing to believe anything blindly and you paid the price for it. What exactly am I talking about?

Why, the pathetic alliance you and Nick created, for starters. Despite my intense for Rage, I do agree with him on this; you are certainly disappointing. Did you honestly think that you would make headwaves with your “friendship” with Nick Jones? You are stupid, you know that? You thought that, with Nick by your side, nothing could stop you. Jordan, I don’t care if you’re a legend or not, but that’s pretty much one of the worst choices you’ve ever made in your career. To place your life in the hands of a stranger is pretty much like playing Russian Roulette and it took a turn for the worse. Except, in this case, when you weren’t looking, Nick pointed the gun at the head and pulled the trigger.

You have no one else to blame for your mistakes except for yourself. I suggest you be a man and own yourself up to it.

And I keep hearing about this “final hurrah” you want to have. Sorry, Jordan, but it will not happen. I guarantee it, Jordan, that you won’t see that come to pass. Summer XXXTreme brings the stakes much higher than it ever did before. We all want the titles for our own reasons. My dream is about to be realized. Do you understand that, Jordan? This time, I settled a score with you and the next time we clash, I’m going to be settling the war with you, ending it on my own terms. Screw your legacy and your dream, Jordan, because I won’t simply allow it. I know what you are capable of, first-hand, and now that I’ve studied and analyzed you, like how I have done for the rest of my foes, you will see, first-hand, that I’m going to take apart your strengths and draw out your weaknesses for the entire world to see, Jordan.

In time, you will come to understand why I am the best, like how the rest of them will. You will also see, Jordan, why I will be the next SCW Heavyweight champion. I will rule this whole organization and the first step is to win that belt. To make it mine forever, Jordan. When you try stopping a man with that exact goal in mind, you’re bound to get crushed and defeated in the end. Your blood, along with everyone else’s blood, Jordan, is on my hands and I won’t regret a single ounce of it, foolish man. Understand this, Jordan, because when your legend fades away, that’s all you will have; good and bad stories. One of the bad stories that you’re going to tell, Jordan, is how you (and everyone else, for that matter) lost to a man that’s greater than you in every way, shape, and form.

As sad as that sounds, Jordan, I won’t feel like you, unlike Rage, who shouldn’t feeling a damn thing for anybody. I look after myself, Jordan, and believe me when I tell you, history will show that I am the greatest of them all when I hold the SCW title above my head and all of you, yourself included, will recognize me as the greatest wrestler and the greatest fighter to ever walk this Earth.

Nothing will stop me from achieving my dream. NOTHING! For I am Kain, the King Of Kings! And your fates? Well, your fates...are SEALED!