“This is his destiny. This is his opportunity. The championship gold will be his! No one can stop him now!”
How many times have I been hearing these lines? In truth, I have lost count. This single battle is the only event that everyone’s been talking about, ever since I came on board on the cruise for Summer XXXTreme. Everyone has chosen their favorites for the victory and for the title and a lot of them are split. However, the majority of people on here have placed their bets on me, The King Of Kings, Kain. To them, I am the chosen one, destined to win this battle and change the future of Sin City Wrestling forever.
I knew that it would be a tough battle ahead, but an easy one, nonetheless. Five men are claiming their rights to the title, each for their own reasons. Mine reason was simple; to simply prove that I am the best at what I do and will continue to be the best at what I do once the title is around my waist. The SCW heavyweight championship doesn’t look good on anyone else, because those who held it have simply tarnished it. The SCW title must be given a clean slate and to accomplish this, a clean win is needed against all five of my opponents. Though I will be using dirty tactics to get one step closer, a clean pin or submission will show everyone that I destroyed my competition with ease and earned the title without much of a sweat!
For the entire week, I attempted to avoid the eye of the public. Unfortunately, I had minimal success in this task, for I was hounded by the fans and media. Begging for questions to be answered, demanding that I give them an autograph on anything, perhaps a picture or two. I did my best to be kind, but I had a breaking point. Eventually, I had enough. I told them to leave me be, for my preparations were essential to the mission at hand. They left me alone, every now and then, but not always.
Nick Jones. Rage. Bo Dreamwolf. Lucan Darby. Jordan Williams. All five men, each with their own accomplishments. However, each also own a personality that’s hard to get away from, since some are aggravating. The only mature one, out of the pack, was Bo Dreamwolf, the only man whom I respect. Even then, I know that I can defeat him. I can defeat the rest of these combatants and take my place on the top of the world.
Will it be a tough battle? Yes. But will it be easy? Absolutely! I already had a winning strategy in mind and no, you won’t know it. You’ll just to see it when Summer XXXTreme is finally revealed to the world!
For the whole week, I prepared myself for battle, fighting to stay in the best shape of my life. It was long, tough, and difficult, but my training has been complete, at least for now. I am in the best shape of my life, my instincts are finely-tuned and razor-sharp, and not a single thing can faze me, mentally or emotionally. I even had to stop thinking about my girl, Ariel, and the twins that she is carrying. I cannot worry about my family for right now.
Besides, Ariel would have told me the same thing; to not worry about her, to focus on the match and to kick ass and take names. It’s a job I enjoy doing very much and will be VERY successful at it in the coming days ahead!
Today is Friday. Nothing but a beautiful day, with the sun shining brightly, a breezy chill flowing through the crowd, myself included. I decided to mingle with the crowd by being equipped with bright clothling; a casual short-sleeved shirt that’s covering a white V-neck sirt below, with long, blue shorts, Nike shoes and socks to cover my feet. I was holding a glass of water and drank as I watched the crowd danced to a club tune that’s being played by a chosen deejay, who has awful taste in music! Elsewhere, I spotted my competition in their pathetic inner circles, each of them glaring down each other, as well as me. I was alone, but I showed no hint of fear in my eyes.
They knew that I was extremely dangerous and wasn’t afraid of anything. That will be one of the key factors in my impending victory.
May I have a word with you, Kain?
My thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice and I swerved to the right. I saw Pussy Willow, an interviewer for the SCW organization, approach me. She was in a dress, with a microphone in hand. An interview is what she wanted, I suspect, and I decided “Why the hell not?”
But no interview took place. Suddenly, the ship rocked a bit, causing Pussy Willow to almost fall and I was quick enough to make sure she didn’t fall. My glass of water dropped to the floor, the glass shattering as I let it go and caught her with both hands.As I tried to get her to stand back up, I could feel someone jumping in the air, behind me. Without even looking, I planted a back kick into the unknown assailant’s stomach. I watched as he flew back and crashed through a family’s table hard. The club music faded into silence and the crowd stopped dancing.
I walked over and saw the assailant being dragged to his feet by security. I got a good look at him. It turned out that he was one of the goons of a gang I took down in North Carolina during my underground fighting days. I quickly deduced that he never bought a ticket and more than likely sneaked into the ship without anyone noticing. When will these idiots learn? This guy didn’t. Security brought him over to me and this unknown assasin and I locked eyes. Then he spit on me.
I wiped off the spit from my face, then placed both hands behind his neck and thrusted my left knee into his face, bashing it in. Blood came out of his mouth as he fell to the floor, security attempting to not fall with him. They were successful in staying on their feet, despite almost losing their balance. They escorted the unknown assassin away as the crowd dispersed, heading back to the dance circle, the club music turned back on. I turned to Pussy Willow, who merely nodded her thanks. A servant girl brought me another glass of water, which I nodded my thanks to her and drank a sip of the cold water. Then I turned back to Pussy Willow.
What would you like to know?
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With the exception of one Lucan Darby, everyone else has spoke. I have gone through the garbage, yawned at the unimportant crap that made me go to sleep, and finally woke up to hear the weak, fragile insults thrown my way. Even then, I wasn’t impressed. It sounds like everyone, on here, is having a good time and the final feeling that I get, from all this, is that they see this as another match, nothing more. Rage sees this as another way to hold his title, when it really isn’t. Nick sees this as a fluke and still thinks he can kick everyone’s ass, with or without any title. Bo Dreamwolf wants his golden opportunity and Jordan Williams wants that one last run. Truth is, none of their reasons or purpose for this match is important. They all seem to want to forget about me and are eager enough to fight each other, just to win this match for the most worthless reasons today. But my reasons are FAR MORE significant, FAR MORE powerful than what they offer on the table. It is my job to be the best in not just this company, but the world itself. By taking this title off of Rage’s shoulders and placing it on mine, all eyes will be on me, just like how they always have! All of these useless fools will have no choice but to BOW to superiority and acknowledge the fact that I am the greatest of them all. Summer XXXTReme will finally prove that I am an unstoppable beast that cannot be conquered so easily! That said, I have a lot to say, in regards to those that have spoken to me, so let’s get on with it, shall we?
Bo, do me a favor and chose wisely. You tell me that you respect me, yet you don’t respect me when I tell you the truth? Chose one or the other, Bo, and stop being a hypocrite! I told you the truth, flat-out! I said that you were going to be bowing to me, because it’s what everyone else will be doing so. I didn’t lie to you when I said that you’re the only man that I respect than everyone else involved in this impending symphony of carnage and destruction, because you’re a man of honesty and I can feel a powerful energy surrounding you. But it doesn’t matter what gods you pray to, what kind of a trainer you have in your corner, or the aforementioned energy that you possess. None of it does, because I’m the type of man that’s able to crush all resistance without much of a problem, Bo. You can throw me any kind of obstacle in my way and I’ll shatter it in seconds. I don’t believe a mortal can do that, Bo, because they summon walls of ice that symbolizes fear of the unknown, fear of change, fear of not able to do anything to change their outcome. That makes me different, doesn’t it? I’m immortal already, Bo, whether you like it or not. My name will be spoken in the generations to come, long after I die. That being said, you and I are alike, Bo; we both have been waiting for the opportunity to earn gold and wear it around our waist. It all boils down to who wants it THAT BADLY, Bo. So that’s something I want to ask you; are you wanting it as bad enough as I do? The answer is no, Bo, because despite your bravado, you are afraid of what’s about to happen next. Don’t worry, Bo, you are not the only one to be afraid of what I am truly capable of in this business, Bo, and at Summer XXXTreme, you and I, along with these other gladiators, will settle our business and discover who will win the title. Ultimately, it is on me and I will win, no matter the cost. Will you be able to put everything aside for this one moment, Bo? Will you finally be able to surpass your mentor and become the champion that you say you were born to be? I doubt it, because I’ll stop your dream, no matter what!
Jordan Williams. Am I supposed to be quaking in my boots? That is some of the weakest threats I’ve ever heard from your pathetic mouth! An appetizer for things to come? Jordan Williams, as far as I’m concerned, your days are done. Your legend, so to speak, is just that; a legend. No one cares about what you said or did around here, because your time is over. After Summer XXXTreme, there will be no second clash between us, no matter how desperate you want it. I’ve attacked you for good reason; you’re merely a pesky little shit that begs to be crushed and stepped upon one final time. On that instance and everything else I’ve done to you, I will once again deliver on my promise. You talk about success and how it has gotten you this far, but I’m afraid your journey for added success will be finished shortly. I’m no mere spectator that’s just gonna sit there and watch you get this title. Fact is, you worthless shit, you’re nothing more but EASY PREY, destined to be destroyed from limb to limb. Fact is, my words about Nick Jones and how he easily fooled you to be his friend got you under your skin, didn’t it? You fail to realize that there is no such thing as friends in this business, Jordan. I mean, Christ, man, you’ve been in this business longer than I have! Shouldn’t you have learned that important lesson by now? Truth is, even at the age of thirty-eight, you still have a LONG WAY to go before you have earned the right to get on top. I assure you, Jordan Williams, that you will cease to exist by the time I make you nothing but a bloody corpse for the crowd to be disappointed at and then throw you away like a ragged doll. Your purpose in life is simple; to fade away into obscurity and to be remembered as a man who earned some success, yet was mostly a failure in his career as a professional wrestler. In other words, Summer XXXTreme is going to be a long, unpleasant night for you and again, you will be walking away empty-handed.
Nick Jones, let’s get one thing clear, shall we? I was and never will be a fan of yours. Since the day we met, I knew you would be trouble and not in the good way either. It’s nice that you get to boast to me and talk a big time about how you beat me each and every time. What you seem to forget, however, is that you HELPED ME win MY MATCH. That must have infuriated you to no end, didn’t it, Nick? Thanks to you, you ended my losing streak in tag-team competition and allowed me to earn a clean slate. Then again, without my help, Nick, you would have not won that tag-team match, so you’re welcome! Then again, you don’t deserve anything, Nick. Not the title, not the fame, not the money, not your entourage, nothing, except for one thing; a beating that’s within an inch of your life! If you are honestly hoping for me to go at you with kid gloves on, you may as well forget about it. If this is the best that you can throw at me, then you failed. You failed to hurt me at my deepest core, Nick Jones, because nothing in the world can faze me. You understand that, Nick? I already told you; it doesn’t matter what you do against me, I will always rise from the flames and deliver the power of vengeance that’s just waiting to be delivered upon your doorstep. You should admit it by now; you are human and humans can be stopped. Unfortunately, Rage was the first to prove this when it should have been me all those months ago, when I clearly had the upper-hand, when I took out Synn and you were about to be wiped off the face of the planet for that gold. Thanks to your weak entourage, they saved your ass and made you a championship a little bit more. While that made me furious, Nick, I calmed myself down. I knew that somewhere down the road, I would always find another opportunity to finally take away everything you dared to hope for, Nick. It’s going to be a pleasure, Nick, denying you the chance to be the SCW heavyweight champion, because you were never fit to be great around here or anywhere else, for that matter. Your job, after it’s all said and done, is to acknowledge me as the man that was better than you all this time. Then you go to Mark, the man who got lucky in defeating me, and tell him that he’s going to get the same kind of revenge I’ve been waiting to give for so long. It’s time for you to face the music, Nick, and to embrace the terror that awaits you at Summer XXXTreme!
Lucan, to be honest with you, I really don’t have much to say about you. Truth is, you haven’t come around or impressed anyone in here. Why waste my time to a rookie that doesn’t have the balls to do anything about his path in life? The fact that Mark Ward and Christian Underwood gave you a chance in this match is insulting enough to me. You will be decimated within seconds and you won’t be walking out of that ring alive. You are simply out of luck and out of time!
And then there’s Rage. I’m a piece of crap, huh? I’m the guy who walks around, guaranteeing that I’ll win? Since when, Rage? Since when I have done that? I’ve only done that sometimes, but not ALL THE TIME. I said that I would do everything in my power to win, because it’s what I do best around here. Sometimes, I come up short, and you know what? That’s fine, because no matter what happens inside that ring, I do damage, physically, mentally, emotionally. That’s going to rattle their cage, Rage, and that’s going to get them thinking “Hey, exactly how harmful is this dude?” Truth is, Rage, you want this beating so badly, because you decided to taste what I can do in the ring. You think of me as an incredibly harmless man that won’t make much of a difference. That’s a big, BIG mistake for you to make, especially against a guy like me, Rage, someone who has NOTHING TO LOSE. You have something to lose, don’t you? I know that you want to keep this title around you so badly, but the truth is, no one has been able to live with that title from the day they got it to the day they retired it. In other words, I have yet to see anyone do that, except for me, of course. I am a holder of all the titles in the underground fighting circuit. Around there and now here, I am God. I am a Demon. I cannot be stopped and what I want, Rage, I GET! Therefore, this is the one moment where you’ll have to put everything on the line, to prove Nick wrong on how you won the title against him and how that win was a fluke. You have a chance to say “Hey, I’m the real deal! I am the one that everyone should be giving all their money too!” Do you think you will blow that chance? Absolutely! Fact is, Rage, you don’t have the guts or the courage to retain the title. You have these other nitwits to contend with, but they don’t matter in the end. Therefore, you obviously know who DOES matter in the end and that’s ME! I am the only one in this entire match that everyone should be worried about, INCLUDING YOU! Do not think that this is a game that you can beat me in, Rage, because this will be one of the few times that I will guarantee the biggest victory in my career. That title is mine and when I do pin or submit either you or one of the other fools on the ground of the ring, in that cruise, it’s over. A new era will begin and there’s not a damn thing that you or anyone can do about it!
I am Kain, The King Of Kings, and my word is true! Your fates...ARE SEALED!
