I found myself stewing in rage, with Ariel attempting to calm me down. It was hours after Climax Control wrapped up for the week, the two of us heading out to the airport to go home and see our kids, Arthur and Rose, back in Detroit, Illinois. We were inside our customized limoseuine, our driver taking us away from the arena in Carson City, Neveda, not bothering to listen to the chat was currently in progress.
Kain: Of all the stupid decisions that Mark Ward had to go ahead and make, this is simply one of the worst he can pull off against me. I thought I clearly gave him the message to stay out of my way and to let me do what I want when I torched his car recently?
Ariel: He didn't get the message apparently. Are you thinking of giving him another warning?
I nodded in response.
Kain: Yeah, I'll have to think of a more creative, more effective way of sending the message right back to him. After all, Ariel, I'm the guy that takes his company and leads it into places that's beyond his comprehension! No one else on the roster has the courage to take this place, by the throat, and lead it to where it has to go. I may be a tag-team champion with Frost now, but make no mistake about it; I intend to get everything I want out of this business and go after the biggest prize on the table; the SCW championship, the one that Spike Staggs currently holds.
Ariel: Don't worry, baby. Everything will be given to us the way you and I want it. I even think about wanting to get in there and mess with the divas to get the SCW Bombshell championship. Only one thing, although significant and important, holds me back.
Kain: The kids?
It was her that nodded, this time, and looked away, at the scenery, as she continued to speak.
Ariel: Yeah, someone has to be around for them and as much as I enjoy tearing people apart, I have to ask myself. Are we setting a good example? Will they be able to understand that we are showing a dark side of ourselves, but only for a limited time? That's why I'm holding back, Alex, because I still want to show that both of us can be good parents to them. My parents weren't good to me when I was a kid, but with our twins now born, my relationship with them has improved considerably. And that's another factor too, Alex, would my parents understand if I fought in the ring again?
Kain: Well, the way I've always seen it, you've always made your own choices, right? No matter what people thought? If you want to enter SCW and go after the Bombshells and hunt down the current SCW champion, by all means, go for it. But if you don't think it's the right thing to do, then just leave the matter alone. Either way, whatever you do, I will support you in whatever decision you make.
She looked at me and I returned her gaze as the limo continued to drive us towards the airport.
Ariel: Are you sure?
Kain: Absolutely, sweetheart. You fell in love with me and chose to be with me until death does us part. I won't be letting you go anytime soon. Besides, a good man always sticks by his woman, no matter her ups and downs.
She smiled that beautiful smile that only belonged to me and kissed me deep on the lips. My cell phone was ringing within my suit, so I broke off the kiss and snatched the device out of its pocket. Checking to see who it is, I recognized the number immediately; the number came from a secretary that works in one of the offices of the main SCW headquarters. I accepted the call and placed it on my right ear as Ariel put her head on my chest.
Kain: Yes, this is Kain.
Yes, Kain, would you be able to willing do an interview with Rocky Mountains?
Interviews is something I don't mind doing as long as they are with the right people and it's better her than Pussy Willows. Why not? They needed to hear what's going on with me currently, especially if I want my voice to be heard all over the world. It's a voice that no one can escape really, because it's really good to hear and it's a voice that speaks the truth. Without truth in life, what else can you use as an excuse for anything?
Kain: Tell her that's fine and to meet me at my mansion in two days's time.
The secretary hung up on the other side and I closed my phone and re-inserted it into its pocket again just as we were arriving at the airport. Unfortunately, the media are like wolves, always waiting and eager to chomp us. We immediately put our game faces on and got out of the limo. Ariel got out of the car first and security surrounded her and got her inside the airport, telling reporters to make room. The reporters, in return, shouted questions towards her while I paid an airport attendant to grab our bags, place them on a cart, and bring it inside. We, too, were also surrounded like security of our own and we entered the airport and left the cameras behind.
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My name is Kain, The King Of Kings, and it is now my time to speak!
I’ll be frank with you. After speaking to Rocky Mountain, about one week ago, and spoke to her about everything, I came to realize that I loathe repeats. Not repeats of victories, mind you, because they boost you with confidence and make you even more excited about the future, but repeats of opponents that are not up to your standards and don’t give you any challenge. No matter how brutalizing their beating towards me becomes, it’s not enough to take me down completely. As a result, I’m able to rise up and deliver the goods, without much ease and without much sweating either. It bores me, having to deal with the same people in the same circumstances, over and over again. It’s like listening to your favorite artist’s single and getting bored of the act really quick. It was good the first few times, but after that, it quickly becomes a tiresome act that you just want to stop listening to. When I took on Goth and Casper Grey the first time, along with the Young Lions, for the first time, it was invigorating, challenging even! But now, it’s a pointless tale that everybody quickly grows of and I hate it. I’m sick and tired of having to use my amazing skills and superior physique against fragile, unintellectual foes to get the job done. Why not throw me a real challenge, such as Nick Jones or why not even give me Spike Staggs to deal with for a change? It would be a refreshing pace of change for me to deal with and I would enjoy it even more than dealing with a bunch of inept clowns that were NEVER ready to step into the big leagues with me. First The Young Lions, now Goth and Casper The Friendly Ghost, both teams involved in this upcoming carnage. To make matters worse, the titles are up for grabs YET AGAIN! As much as I hate the situation and what’s been given to me by that asshole Mark Ward, I have no choice but to step on to the battlefield, one more time, and deliver a beating of epic proportions. No, I’m not talking about one that’s enough for a pin or a submission. I’m talking about a beating that will end their existence for all eternity and I’m hoping that Frost is on the same wavelength as I am, because I’m ready to destroy all who oppose me and leave them in the dust. Blood Omen will be the ones to rise up, kill the words of the naysayers, gain more believers, and walk away with the SCW tag-team championships one more time! It is now time to deliver the verbal beating that you all love SO MUCH, because it’s just as painful as the physicality side of things inside the ring. The great thing about me lashing out in rage is that none of you can withstand my anger and hatred, not to mention every word being laced with truth and honesty. No lies, no crap. What you hear from me is the truth from everything that I have seen and experienced. With that in mind, let’s begin with the first of the two idiotic teams, the Young Lions, and how stupid they were to make the choice that will cost them in their lives at Blaze Of Glory II.
You see, Trevor, I’ll only admit this one; I allowed my blind rage to get the best of me and that made me focus solely on your friend, Aleksei, enabling you and your buddy to jump me from behind. That’s my responsibility, so consider it a freebie, because you won’t be getting free shots from this point on. Do you honestly think that you could just walk away, thinking that you are going to “kick that boy’s ass” at Blaze Of Glory II? It doesn’t matter how much words of encouragement Aleksei is giving you, because none of it will aid you when I see you in the ring. Your actions, as of late, has proven to me that you cannot handle anything on your own, nor would you ever have the balls to challenge me in fair combat, Trevor. Truth is, you are like so many other fools out there; it’s either with an entourage, a friend, or making up some kind of lame excuse or protest with lies and dishonesty to get what you think is rightfully yours, a match of your own choosing. So I want to ask you that very question; why can’t you simply be a man, admit defeat as it happens, and chose another path that’s more suitable for you, such as the minor leagues? Quite frankly, Trevor, you don’t belong here, in the Sin City Wrestling organization, nor do you belong in any other professional wrestling capacity. And why is that? Because out here, son, the competition is too hot for you to handle. Try as you might to jump into the frying pan, you’re going to get burned and will quickly ask for cold water to soothe away the pain. And that’s what happens for most of your matches, except for the ones that involve the King Of Kings, a man destined for great things in the world! In fact, every time I decimate you and your worthless partner to shreds, all I leave is a lifetime of scars that you cannot simply wish to see go away. Try as you might to stay away from my world and attempt to see them all heal, but they stick on to you like a parasite. Try taking out that parasite and it only comes back for more. Well, you got your wish, Trevor, you are coming back for more. More pain, more torture, more of everything that you could ask from me and so much more. Hell, you’ll even get my “condescending” tone, all its trademarks and truth that everyone just LOVES to hear from my side of the street! If you don’t like my voice, my skill, or my superiority, for that matter, all you had to do was simply walk away and never cross paths with me again. But you had to be a complete moron, didn’t you? You couldn’t allow yourself to be the better man, walk the high road. Instead, you foolishly chose to attack me to exact revenge for your loss. It had NOTHING to do with protecting your friend, Aleski. Fact is, Trevor, you were and still are jealous of the fact that Frost and I overcame all the odds and destroyed the opposition in order to retain the titles in our wake. Our last match wasn’t completed and, out of the kindness of our hearts, I might add, Frost and I decided to give you one last shot at it, but it’s no longer about business anymore, Trevor. It’s personal! I just hope that you and your partner, Max, are ready to perish from this world, because I am now on a mission to eradicate the competition, use you both, along with Goth and Casper, as my stepping stones towards victory, putting one more match in the win undefeated and showing the ENTIRE WORLD that Blood Omen is no joke, no fluke, and is a team that will stay for a long time, WITH the titles around their waists!
Max, you should have done the right thing all week long. You should have shifted your focus and made sure it stayed on Frost and I. Instead, you decided to waste your time and deliberately spoke of Goth and Casper, thinking they were the more dangerous team that you both should be contending with. Are you kidding me? Why are you ignoring the biggest threat there is of all? And I’m not talking about Goth, despite what HE loves to think on a twenty-four hour, seven days-a-week basis! Goth is an idiot, a sore loser that doesn’t understanding the meaning of honor and pride and it’s unfortunate that you and your friend are part of that club exclusively! I can’t help but wonder what exactly makes you someone that even qualifies to be a champion or a wrestler, for that matter? Do you like to think that getting all the advice from your confidant and leader is what makes you the hottest man out there? Do you think that it’s your personality or your lack of seriousness that makes you an attractive force for all walks of life to look up to? If you believe either to be true, then you are out your mind! Max, I’m going to put it into words that even a toddler can understand; you will lose in this game. You will not win the titles at all and do you really want to know why? It’s exactly what I described to you previously; neither you nor your pal, Trevor Irons, are serious enough to handle the titles and the pressure that is given once you earn them with blood, sweat, and tears! Good lord, if it were to happen, Mark Ward and Christian Underwood would be sweating their balls off, trying to figure out a way exactly how their business would be better for the good of mankind IF the Young Lions were the tag-team champions! We all know it by now; you both contain a serious lack of charisma, you are obviously unpopular with the masses (except for the minor, collective few that are obsessed about The Young Lions, in which case I can’t help but pity the poor people for their lack of decent intellect and good judgment on their behalf), and you possess little to no skill. Like Goth and Casper, neither you nor Trevor bring any amazing skill to the table. It doesn’t matter if the odds favor or not in your hands, Max, neither of you will never be able to get the job done in the ring. So it should be completely pointless to you by now, don’t you think? If I were in your shoes, I would have given up on this business and walk away from it all. But no, Max, you are simply too stubborn, too foolish, and too weak to do the right thing. You and Trevor, this time around, are finished for good. I can’t wait to take one good look at you both before I start giving you both the kinds of beatings your parents should have given to you all those years ago. I can’t wait to crush every bone in your body, force every ounce of your blood to spill, and leave you dying in that pool of gore. I can’t wait to have the referee hold up Frost and I’s arms in victory, the titles once again in our possession. When all that happens, Max, maybe, JUST MAYBE, you’ll finally have the decency to say “You know what? We fought that Kain guy. He’s too good, too powerful, and we need to make sure to give him the proper respect that he deserves.” Then again, you probably will NEVER get to say that once I’m finished with the both of you, witless worms that deserved to be crushed beneath my boots! For now, I suggest you pray to whatever God you seek power and enlightenment from, because the man that you’ll see will no longer be a man. He’ll be a God that will bestow no mercy upon you or your worthless soul and he’ll cast you to the bowels of Hell forever. Prepare to bow to the TRUE King Of Kings, acknowledge my superiority over you, then die and return to the place whence you came, Max, because you won’t be walking out of Blaze Of Glory II with either the title or your life! Count on it!
You know, Goth, a zebra never changes its stripes and it’s funny to see it all unfold my eyes. You know, how predictable you are, how you utter the same nonsense to me, over and over again. This has to be the worst act since the Harlem Shake! You make it sound like this was all part of your master plan; lose to me again and again, let me think that I have the upper hand, then take me when I’m that overconfident. Are you that insane? Do you really think that I’m going to be falling for any of your traps in this mindgame of ours? Yes, we have a long history of hatred towards each other, but do not think, for one second, that I have grown overconfident. I know of the game that you play inside the ring, I know how dangerous you can be, but I can’t help but wonder how exactly you appear to be new. You tell me that, in our next encounter, you are going to be reborn and put into the body of a more terrifying monster than before, but I cannot take you seriously. You, the man that leads of what was once one of the greatest wrestling federations of all time is now a man who provides little or no entertainment to the public. I cannot help but shake my head at every word you use, every lie you fathom, and every psychological mindgame you try to throw at me, only to end up backfiring you in the end. I don’t think you fully understand what’s at stake here and more importantly, I don’t believe your ambition against me will become the decisive factor in the things to come. May I remind you, Goth, that you and I have fought each other plenty of times and each time we have clashed, I simply have become the better of you, the man to rightfully bear the King Of Kings title. Truth is, Goth, you tell me that you aren’t jealous, that you are a man of your word, that you’ll take me out for good, but you can’t. And you want to know why? Because to me, it’s like a chess match; my opponent may think he’s two-three steps ahead of me, but I’m ALWAYS ten steps ahead of them! For in our previous encounters, Goth, I have been able to match you, move by move, counter you with anything you dish at me, and I bring it back to you tenfold, in the worst ways imaginable. What you see in front of your eyes is not John Cena, not by any stretch of the imagination! As great as it is for the crowd to cheer for me, you have to realize that everything I do within any federation I work for is all for me. I am VERY appreciative of all the efforts that Frost is putting into his match and I have no doubt that he’s just as responsible as I am for the success that we have attained together, but the truth is, I’m the one that everyone looks to for leadership when all else goes wrong. Not the two leaders of the federation, not anyone else in the lockeroom, certainly not you either, but ME! Everything I do, Goth, resolves to two things; determination and courage to set matter right with their bare hands, something that you lack in both departments. How many times must you fall before you get back up, Goth? How many times must you realize that I am CLEARLY the superior man capable of punishing all those who dare to stand in my way and be wiped out from the face of the Earth? You don’t think I have what it takes to kill you, but I do. I’ve put men in a hospital and have even paralyzed some to the point of where they can no longer move in their own will, forced to be stuck in a wheelchair for a long time and have even reached that boiling point that no one else wishes to go. I don’t care who you are, Goth, but everyone holds back in whatever they do, because they don’t wish to lose something. I NEVER hold back my anger, Goth, and you will certainly attest to this truth one more time, when I take you on in the ring, when I clench your throat with both of my hands, choke the life out of you, showing you that I am not one to play around. To me, Goth, every fight that I’m involved in is NOT a game; it’s a job, one that requires my life and my reputation to be on the line. Twice now I have dethroned you from your title. Twice have I shown you that you are no match for me and for what I am capable of. So you can go on ahead, Goth, keep on examining, keep on talking, keep on telling the world the lies that you believe to be truth, because I swear to the high heavens, I’m going to put you to sleep, put you out of your misery, and show the ENTIRE world that Goth is not a legend to be remembered, not a name to be feared of, but a mere, mortal man that had everything to lose and nothing to gain and when it was all taken away from him, he was stripped of all that he was. Goth. Then I really want you to take a good step back and answer me this; had things REALLY changed or were you really just bullshitting yourself to the point of where you have deluded yourself to believe it in full? Because in the end, you won’t win the titles at all, for you and your partner are not cohesive enough to complete the job in a timely fashion. It’s too bad, Goth, because you’re simply out of luck. No gun is required to do what is necessary; only my fists, feet, my amazing mind, my awesome body, and my incredible skill is all it will take to demolish the likes of a boy like you!
Since I mentioned your partner a short while ago, allow me to rip him a new one, if I may! Casper, the last time I heard from you, you boarded a train of ugliness and spoke unintelligently. You proceeded to trash my name, my tag-team name, spoke of a videogame that had nothing to do with our match, and got your ass kicked for all the trouble you caused. You see, I expect YOU to try come up with something different, but I doubt it. As I see it, you are going to try to change tactics and try to hit me with untruths and petty ridicule and it’s unfortunate, Casper The Friendly Ghost, because you will not succeed. I didn’t think of you as much of a threat the last time we clashed and your blows, whether it be from your punches or kicks, didn’t really matter in the scheme of things, because they simply NEVER damaged me, Casper. For all your boasting and trash-talking, your actions sure made you the man around that place! I cannot believe that Mark Ward had you partnered up with Goth, because you literally FORCE the guy to carry the majority of the load on behalf of the team and it’s just damn sad. And even then, Casper, it just wouldn’t be enough to hold on to the titles. In truth, I honestly think you don’t want to be here. I honestly think that you desire nothing more but to get more involved in singles competition, hoping that you’ll have a better chance in possibly winning a match, becoming a #1 contender for a certain title, or even winning that title. At one point in time, I thought you had potential. At one point in time, Casper, I thought you would be able to stand out in the crowd. As it stands, however, you remain one of the biggest fools I’ve ever had to deal with in the SCW. So here’s what I’m going to tell you; if you are somehow thinking that you’ll have a chance against Frost and I, now that you’ve faced us, please think again. The titles are staying around our waist for a good long time, Casper. You better take my warning, as should all of you, at least this once; immediately contact Mark Ward and Christian Underwood and tell both men that you want NOTHING to do with our next encounter. Otherwise, stay on this course and you will give me no choice but to reward you with my fist in your mouth, destroying your teeth in the process, making you bleed profusely, and my feet kicked on your chest and ribs, breaking their bones into tiny, little pieces! Casper, you’ll do well to perish from the rest of this world, just like how the rest of my opponents will after it’s all said and done!
For now, I will say this. The titles that are around our waists will be staying with us for the longest time. I take each victory and soak it in with pride and happiness, because it allows me to grow stronger in every way possible. With Frost by my side, we are able to dominate the competition, one by one, and tell the entire landscape that Blood Omen is going to be remembered as the greatest tag-team champions to ever exist in the Sin City Wrestling organization. Frost and I, however, are tired of you jackals, always striving to make a name for yourselves and yet are forced to crash hard into the ground, gaining nothing from it. This time, everything will be at an end. Everything will be taken away from all four of you and none of you will walk away with what you desire the most; the SCW tag-team championship belts. I, along with Frost, have shown to you both teams, time and again, that we know how to work together as a unit, we know how to deliver the goods when the moments are right, and we both take our team seriously. We take it seriously because it means EVERYTHING to us and we chose to follow this path together. Frost is a fighter of immense talent and since he has me to back him up, I believe, within my heart of hearts, that no one will ever be able to annihilate us from the face of the planet. It’s literally impossible to take us out. You could hit us with a heat-seeking missile, for all I care, and we would still stand in the dust, literally untouched and unfazed from it all! Goth, Casper, Trevor, and Max, you better show it to us just how badly you want the titles. You better show us just how badly you want to win this match and avenge yourselves from the losses that you sustained, because Frost and I are coming at you with everything we got and much, MUCH more. None of you will leave the arena alive. None of you will ever see the light of day, for every time I walk into that arena, it’s nothing but hurt, misery, and pain that follow in my wake! Your inevitable destruction is at the palm of my hands and I look forward to delivering that destruction at Blaze Of Glory II. When it is all said and done, Blaze Of Glory II will be OUR crowning achievement, our tag-titles retained and our foes wiped from the Earth for all eternity!
My name is Kain, I am The King Of Kings, and I…have spoken!
