[Christian Underwood]

 Please post roleplays here.

First RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Saturday 06/20/2015
England: 04:59am Sunday 06/21/2015  

[Kain]

 At first, I thought she was kidding.

But she wasn't.

My wife wanted me to stay in Dubai and prepare for the match ahead. I wasn't too keen on the idea, however.

My priorities as a husband and father take over everything. Let me tell you, this isn't a easy lifestyle, especially when you have a family. I wrestle and fight 365 days of the year and get few vacations off. I make special appearances for this company and I honestly don't mind it one bit. I mean, I make a hell of a lucrative living out of it and with all the merchandise sales for my brand flying off the charts, there's no telling how limited the sky is for me!

But...

My children and my wife mean EVERYTHING to me. I don't have a single clue where I would have ended up without them by my side.

And yet, she wants me to stay behind and prepare for the match?

I remember having the conversation with her, earlier in the week. Arriving late from a business meeting at my own headquarters that’s located at my stomping grounds, it was a day of rain and gloom in Detroit, but I quickly stumbled inside and wasn't able to shut the door in mind, since the wind was intense and slammed the door hard before I could close it by myself. Gathering my bearings, I walked into the living room and smiled at the sight I saw.

Arthur and Rose looked up from playing with their toys and laughed, calling me Daddy as they hugged my legs. I laughed and embraced them as Lisa was rocking Cecil and Lydia back and forth with their chairs.

Alex, we need to talk.

She said that statement in a state of calm and I looked at her as I sat down on a comfortable recliner and held my two first-born children, who were begging for attention at this point.

What’s on your mind, Lisa? It is about our arrangement again?

She nodded, although she smiled, which threw me off. She’s been unsure of how to work things out between her and I these days. It’s not that I’m avoiding the discussion at all, it’s because there’s so much going on with my career here that I haven’t had time to stop and think about much outside of things except looking after my family. The friends that I have outside are ones I don’t hang out with often often, but I still keep in close contact through quick phone calls and text messages, so it’s not like I’m ignoring the outside world either. But I just haven’t had time to breathe the free air and smell the roses with my wife. So I’m just thankful for the short time I do with her, especially right now.

I know that this match is important to you, so I’d like for you to go on ahead and not worry much about the kids while you are training and preparing for the biggest match of your career.

I slowly got Cecil and Rose down to their feet on the ground and they were running around the household, yelling and screaming as I inched myself forward and shook my head at her.

No, love, this is where I need to be. I need to be here and focus on both things so that I can make you guys happy and keep myself happy. I know that Sean Jackson will be a powerful threat for me to contend with, but I’m not in a ring right now. I’m here, at home, with you guys and I want to take care of you guys.

Ariel stopped rocking our two youngest kids and bent close to me, planting a finger under my chin and lifting my face to meet at her gaze.

I wouldn’t worry about us right now. Sean Jackson ruined your moment and I was at ringside, crying in tears when I saw how devastated you were that night, Alex. You need to pour all of your energies and focus into that man and not think about what’s going on with the kids or with me. Go to Dubai and train yourself intensely and we will Skype each other and set up the appropriate times to do it. Arthur and Rose are already proud of their father and I know Cecil and Lydia would be too once they understand a lot of the hard work and success you’ve earned for us, for the family. So do your best and do not concentrate on us heavily, OK? Promise me you will do everything in your power to beat that man and take the SCW Heavyweight championship title for your own!

A promise like that is hard to keep, especially since the odds are not in favor of me. The entire locker room don’t see me as the man leading Sin City Wrestling alliance. Despite my last victory against him, Sean has risen from the ashes and has admittedly done quite well for himself. Even with all that in mind, I believed in myself more than anything in the world today and it doesn’t hurt to have that push from your confidant about the battle ahead. I decided to try and honor my queen once more as I nodded my head and kissed her hard on the lips. Then I broke it off and nodded once more.

I promise you, Lisa. For you and the kids....I will.

* * * *

My name is Kain. I'm The King Of Kings!

Before I go ahead and address the main event that I am participating in, the opponent that I am facing, and the championship belt that I'm going after, I need to clear up a few things that rose from a few directions.

First off, I'm unsure as to who was in charge of writing the card, because they needed to get their facts checked or perhaps their egos! It came to my attention that the card spoke of how Gabriel had me at the end before Sean Jackson ruined the night for the both of us. Wrong! Gabriel almost had me that night and we never found a conclusive answer to that dilemma due to that horrible man's actions. On top of that, I would have gotten up, brushed it off, and told Gabriel to bring it on until the job is done!

Now, with that fact set in stone, let me direct my attention to Mark Ward, if only briefly!

Mark Ward, you want to call yourself a betting man and place all your foolish hopes and dreams upon a man that's about to be terminated? You go right ahead, asshole! Despite the respect that I have for you, you are obviously one delusional man. On top of that, you've been in the ring with me? No, Mark, we ran around your old stomping grounds in London and you had me at the very last second to get the win. That was a LONG TIME AGO. This is now, Mark, and I assure you that the result will be VERY DIFFERENT next time. So do me a favor, boy, and I suggest you sit back, relax, and watch as I decimate your boy for the title and for the win!

Now I'm focusing everything that I have against the man that cost me the belt last time.

Sean Jackson.

Under that intense sun in Riyadah, Saudi Arabia, I took it upon myself to claim my destiny when I faced Gabriel, a man who I have respect for and, at the time, the most dangerous man in Sin City Wrestling history. I put everything on the line and the battle could have gone either way.

But we didn't get the answers we wanted, did we?

No. Not at all.

For one man came into the picture and cost us everything for his own selfish gains.

That's you Sean. The man that is about to pay dearly for his actions!

If there's one thing that mankind has a tough time shying away from, it's truth. Truth can either be our greatest ally or our greatest enemy.

For me, the truth makes me free. I've come to accept every loss that was handed my way and celebrated in every win that I've earned. I've come to terms with everything that I've done in my past, both good and bad, in order to reach this moment in my life. I've reached a new, spiritual path, you could say, that has lead me to enlightenment and, for the most part, inner peace. So I know that whatever happens at Into The Void IV, all I can see is a clear goal, a set path, and a vision that will be realized, Sean. That's the truth and truth is one of the few things that I can count on in my life.

But you? No, you never could. Anytime someone would try to hit you with the cold, hard facts, you would be running away like a little bitch, acting like a politician and denying that it ever happened to you or you would blame someone else for your own insecurities and foolish pride that gets in the way all the time. According to a fictional hero, criminals are a cowardly and superstitious lot. That fits you to a tee, doesn't it?

So it's now time to cram your worthless brain with facts that cannot be disputed!

First and foremost, let's talk about your history with going after the SCW championship belt, shall we?

First off, you've been given every opportunity to get the SCW championship belt and every time you tried to, you failed. Do you want to know why that is? It's because Gabriel was the better man each and every time. You got pissed off at the fact that he swatted you away like the pesky, irritating fly that you are and walked out with his head high and with the belt in his hands. You HATED that sight, Sean Jackson. No matter what you tried to accomplish with your own two hands, Gabriel emerged victorious each and every time and that, my stupid friend, is what drove you to try such low means!

Eventually, you got your hands on a briefcase that full of money and you tried to offer people, left and right, a reward to slaughter Gabriel. When that failed, you chose at the worst opportunity to strike. Yes, Sean, you heard me correctly - the WORST TIME.

That night, at Climax Control, you stepped out of the shadows and interfered in my match against Gabriel. You did what you tried to do for so many others - you offered me money. BLOOD MONEY! You tried to use me for your petty ambitions! But I saw right through you, Sean Jackson, and I declined! A true man relies on his own ability to get the job done. But I should have not underestimated you, for what you did next was unforgivable.

First, in order to prevent me from becoming any further of a threat...that or you were scared of me, you knocked me out with the suitcase and gave me a win, although it was by disqualification and titles do not change hands through that method.

Next, you cashed in the gold, went to town with Gabriel, pinned him for the 1-2-3, and walked away as the new SCW Heavyweight Champion.

By committing these two crimes, you effectively killed two birds with one stone.

One week later, Sean, you come out from the shadows and deny me a shot at the SCW Heavyweight championship, calling me unworthy before going back to that rat hole and clutching onto that belt like an obsessed man that has control over a woman 24/7. You know what I mean, boy, the clingy type that can't live without wrapping your arms around it. But you were denied your wishes, weren't you Sean?

You are now in a shit load of trouble, Sean. You have NO CHOICE but to face me and for once, I may have to praise and give thanks to Christian and Despayre for setting things right. I intend to honor what they did and finally claim what I felt was rightfully mine since the very beginning, Sean!

Those are the facts, Sean, and you cannot dispute them in any way, shape, or form!

Tell me Sean, how proud are you? Sure, I'll give credit where credit is due, you pulled off the unthinkable and got the win and the title. You surprised everyone in that locker room. It was your night. But you shouldn't be too happy, because now you have me to deal with and after Into THe Void IV, I honestly doubt you will be happy when I'm through with you!

This match, Sean, is going to make me go far and above the call of duty to get the job done. I'm not doing just for Gabriel or for Chad or even my own family. No, sir, I'm doing this for me. I want that title so badly that I could taste it and what you did to me that night made me scream my legitimate hatred towards you. Like many of the bad folks in this town, you are certainly one of the lowest of the low and you certainly don't deserve the belt either! Do you know who deserves that honor more than you?

ME!

And by thunder, I will stop at nothing to eradicate your legacy from the face of the world, Sean Jackson. After all, you should remember asshole, I have successfully defeated you in the past and since that time, I have grown and evolved over time since our last meeting. I'm stronger and more powerful than you will ever be in your current state. Where you are at? Your abilities are pretty much miniscule and those so-called mind games everyone thinks you're good at?

Nothing but kid games.

Yes, you heard me. Petty stuff. Knocked out the power, tried to mesmerize the crowd with your ridiculous theme song, and then knock us out for your gain. Stupid stuff.

You may have gotten me once, Sean. It won't happen again.

Sean, I know who you are and what your ambitions are and I plan on putting a stop to it. I plan on finishing the job that I started at Climax Control not too long ago and getting back what I've always dreamed of getting and that's the SCW Heavyweight championship title! This isn't about making history as the first-ever Grand-Slam champion! This is about me getting revenge for what you achieved that night and humiliating me in front of the world.

Sean...

I promise you.

By the time I'm finished with you at Into The Void IV, not a trace of your flesh will be found and you will forever be lost. Your fifteen minutes of fame are officially over. I'm coming to claim the SCW Heavyweight championship and you know to do with it, you worthless bastard? I'm going to make that title have a new lease on life and make sure that it is defended properly and without fail.

Your time is over, Sean. You will get on your knees, bow to me, call me King, and beg for mercy.

And when that's done, you will hand me the title and let me walk away in peace.

You don't?

Then I'll be happy enough to end your career and put you on the injured list permanently. That's not just a threat. That's a promise!

For I am Kain...

The King Of Kings...

And I...HAVE SPOKEN!!!

[sean jackson]

 After shocking the wrestling world in Doha Qatar, Sean Jackson wasted little time in packing up and getting the hell out of Dodge.  After making a mockery of the Qatar National Anthem, the death threats were legitimate and Sin City Wrestling became very concerned of losing their world champion.  

Who wouldn't have wanted to be a fly on the wall in Mark Ward's office when Sean's grand entrance stopped the anthem in mid note...

Come on now, how many people pissed their pants when it happened?  they may not want to admit it, but every single person in the backstage area cringed, they couldn't hide it.  In that one fleeting moment, Sean Jackson stuck it to the entire wrestling world by basically going out and doing the impossible....

One upping the cash in from the week before.

But he's used to doing that, sticking it to anyone and everyone NOT named Sean Jackson.  Yes it's the way he is now, but he's like that because of you...yes especially you.


June 15th
Saudi Arabia
exact location unknown


As the five vehicle convoy made its way through the Saudi countryside, Sean Jackson found himself once again in familiar territory.  He had plenty of friends in the Kingdom of Saud, friends who would ultimately aid him with whatever plans he had...

As the camera zooms inside the third vehicle of the convoy, Sean is on his phone, hatching a plan to keep Adam from finding Pamela.

Sean:  Said (pronounced Sayeed), is Cameron still looking to take Pamela back to Texas?

It was a stupid question.  Of course Cameron was still looking for his daughter, and when it came to getting the job done, money wasn't an option.  But any information obtained from Said would be helpful and with the camera panned in tight, the response from his Saudi friend is easily heard.

Said:  They left for Qatar the day after you did.  

That didn't sound good.

Sean:  They?

There is a long pause before a sigh is heard coming from Said.

Said:  Sean, Mr. Duke sent several men here to take Pamela home and he wasn't happy when they failed to find her.

This time it is Sean who takes the deep breath, then letting it out slowly.  He stares out the window in an effort to prevent Pamela from seeing his face.  Even though the camera can pick up the conversation, remarkably Pamela does not.

Sean:  I need a private landing strip Said.  Some place where...

He looks over at Pamela, who at the same time has turned her attention to him.  Something about the one sided conversation has piqued her attention.  He then leans forward to better speak with the driver.

Sean:  I need you to stop the vehicle.

driver:  What?

Wait, I spoke proper English didn't I?  Sean immediately thought to himself.  

Sean:  I said, I need you to stop the vehicle.

The request seemed even more weird to Pamela who has now touched his arm.

Pamela:  What's wrong Sean?

He couldn't tell her, at least not yet.  Instead he needed to work in private with Said to set up the perfect place for catching a jet ride to a destination of his choosing.  With Cameron Duke sending company "employees" to the middle east to retrieve his daughter, secrecy was now important.

Sean:  I...uhh...just need to speak with Said in private.

Sean motions with his head towards the driver of their vehicle.  The idea is to fool Pamela, making her believe the secret is to keep security in the dark, but that just confuses her more.  Why would he need to keep secrets from the very team tasked with protecting them?

Sean:  Driver, just stop the vehicle.

The driver looks over at Scott Cooke, who in turn, looks back at Sean and Pamela.  With Pamela shrugging her shoulders and Sean's look of defiance, Scott finally gives the signal and the driver finally does as instructed.  Once the vehicle is safely on the shoulder of the road, Sean opens the door and steps out, making sure to close the door behind him.

Sean:  Said, I need a private runway.  Some place where a jet can land in secrecy, and then take off without Cameron's people finding out about it.  That way I can hide out with Pamela until my match with Kain in Dubai.

As Sean continues to speak, members of the security team take up positions on both ends of the convoy.  Tasked with protecting the vehicles, eyes are glancing in all directions to safeguard against any of the jihadists.  One of those members is Scott Cooke himself as he stares daggers towards the heavyweight champion.  He couldn't believe that any phone call would be more important than their lives, but true to form, Sean thought otherwise.  

Sean:  Matter of fact, you could help us with that too.

Said:  Sean, I can only help so much.  Saudi Arabia may be huge, but there are only so many places where Americans such as yourselves can be off the grid.  

This isn't what Sean wants to hear.  Not even close.

Said:  Besides, you are talking about two weeks so Riyadh and Dhahran are your best bets.  Outside of that, there isn't a place in the Kingdom that can keep you and your security team out of public view.  So if I was you, the plan would be Riyadh or Dhahran.  Unless...

Ah yes, the word that he'd been waiting for.

Said:  You take her to Europe.

Europe.  Now Said was thinking.  His Saudi friend had expensive suites and vacation homes all over the European continent.  It was the ideal spot for hiding in the open.

Said:  I've got a place outside of Paris that would be perfect for you both.  But that would probably create bigger problems for you my friend.

Sean:  How is that?

As he waits for Said's response, his eyes glance over to Scott Cooke who is still staring daggers at him.  Then it dawns on him, basically at the same time the words flow from his phone.

Said:  Wasn't your security team hired by Cameron?

*BINGO*

Sean takes a labored deep breath as he looks up at the clear Saudi sky.  How could he be so stupid?  how in the world could he possibly hide from Cameron Duke, when it was an associate who hired his security team in the first place.

Sean:  Well technically they are working for Pamela...

Said:  And Pamela knows nothing about her father wanting her home now does she?

Sean grips his chin with the free hand, hard.  As he pinches his fingers together, an effort is made to decide which would be the lesser of the two evils.  Does he tell Pamela, hoping that she can convince the security team to go rogue?  or does he pull the wool over everyone's eyes and ditch the team in Saudi Arabia?

But if he did that, he would definitely have to explain everything to her.  

Sean:  No, she doesn't know.  So stop busting my chops and help me out of this.

Looking at his watch, Scott Cooke has delayed long enough.

Scott:  Mr. Jackson, we really need to get rolling.  We are sitting ducks here on the side of the road.

Said:  It would be better if you just told her the truth.  She's a big girl and can make decisions on her own.

Feeling trapped, Sean knows his time is running out.  Or at this point it has when the window rolls down and Pamela pokes her head out.  

Pamela:  What's going on Sean?

He deeply inhales before slowly letting it out.  In that moment, his mind is finally made up and a plan is set in motion.



June 19, 2015
undisclosed location


The camera comes to life with Sean Jackson standing against a solid white wall.  Wearing dark slacks and a gray dress shirt, he has the world title draped over his shoulder.

Sean:  Kain, are you really that stupid?

As he stands there, Sean makes it a point to tap the faceplate which once again bares his name.

Sean:  Just because Mark Ward placed you in a championship match...

He raises his left hand in the air, his index finger sticking up with the thumb pointed out to the right, forming an L by accident.  His other three fingers are curled.

Sean:  Does not make you championship material.

Even though he is shaking his head in disbelief, Sean couldn't blame Kain for wanting to possess the title at least once in his career.  But when you are left in a crumpled heap, totally destroyed by the greatest wrestler alive, then you can forget about ever possessing it.  

Sean:  No Kain, your fifteen second of fame ended the moment I cashed in my contract.  Your moment of glory ended the moment I won King of the Hill, setting in motion a series of events that ultimately corrected the single greatest travesty in wrestling history.

Sean now points to the camera.

Sean:  Christian, do you really think Mr. Ward will appreciate the continued execution of his roster?  First it was Jamie Dean, followed by Drake Green, and then Gabriel.

A smile begins to form.

Sean:  All three thought it would be nothing but business, nothing personal at all.  But they quickly discovered that I take all of this shit personally.  You see Christian, I've had to battle suits like you my entire career.  Suits who thought they could take things from me at will, as if there wouldn't be any recourse, or any consequences for their actions.  Suits who lived their lives through the actions of intransitive pieces of crap like Jamie Dean....

He raises his index finger.

Sean:  Drake Green....

Two fingers.

Sean:  And Gabriel.

Three fingers.

After holding them up for a split second, his hand drops.

Sean:  But what surprised me is when you dropped the name of Kain into Mr. Ward's ear.  Didn't you think he suffered enough in Riyadh?

Sean once again refers to his successful cash in.

Sean:  Come on Kain, tell Christian the truth.  You know damn good and well that you don't want to step in the ring with me in Dubai.  When I blasted you in the back of your skull with that briefcase, it knocked you straight out of the ring and onto the ground.  You laid there, knocked the hell out from the hardest hit you've ever received and you knew the better man was about to win the championship.  But because of an obvious concussion, you seem to have forgotten all about it, trying to act like it didn't hurt.  But it did hurt, didn't it?

He shrugs after the rhetorical question.

Sean:  Come on Kain, admit the truth.  I watched you last week staggering to the ring, practically held up by Ariel, trying to give the appearance you weren't hurt.  But believe me Kain, Ariel wasn't just holding your hand....

The smile gets larger.

Sean:  She was holding you up.  Then as you were trying to enter the ring, you fell on the ropes to keep from passing out.  

Actually he was holding the ropes for Ariel.  But Sean has given it his own little twist.

Sean:  Which prompted Ariel to think enough in advance to make it appear you were holding the ropes for her.  I mean it was obvious your manager was working overtime, trying to make you look better than you were.

He pivots slightly, pointing towards the white wall.

Sean:  But if she's going to purposely let you bang your head on a brick wall, then maybe you should get a better manager.  Because Kain, what you got in Riyadh is nothing compared to what I'm capable of In Dubai.  In Riyadh, I was merely sending you a message since you didn't want to collect twenty-five thousand dollars in cash.  But in Dubai, I will be dead set on crushing the vertebrae in your neck twisted, or blasting out the back of your skull.

He reaches off screen and is handed a metal folding chair.  As he leans it against the wall, his attention is turned back to the camera.

Sean:  I showed you mercy in Saudi Arabia, thinking you would do the right thing.  But true to form, you mistook that for weakness, putting us on this collision course for my world heavyweight title.  So because of your delusions of grandeur, mistakenly handed to you by Christian Underwood, I now have to show the world the extent I will go to keep my championship belt.  

Sean's eyes are cold, evil.

Sean:  I know you remember the intense heat of the Saudi Kingdom.  How even when the sun went down, the heat was still enough to smother you.  I know you remember your muscles cramping up because no matter how much water you drank, it still wasn't enough.  Well Kain, in little more than a week, you won't be stepping into the ring with Gabriel....

He points towards the title belt.

Sean:  You will be stepping into the ring with the man who destroyed him.  The man who snatched the championship from his cold, dead hands, then left him laying as a shell of his former self.

Not lost on Sean Jackson is the fact there won't be any difference between Riyadh and Dubai.  SCW will need to request a late start because it will still be close to one hundred degrees when the sun goes down.  Except in Dubai, there will be humidity due to being close to the sea.

Sean:  Just like I'm going to do to you....

He recalls Kain's in ring rant from last week which brings a smile to his face.

Sean:  Oh and by the way Kain, I really liked that grade school drivel from last week.  It made me proud you didn't get to walk out of Saudi Arabia with the world heavyweight championship because frankly, you didn't deserve it.

However, the smile is short lived.

Sean:  Just like you won't deserve it at Into The Void.  Face it Kain, you are nothing more than an expirament.  Someone that Christian hopes can derail "The Mental Rapist" from further corrupting Sin City Wrestling.  Someone who can stop the emphasis on the word Sin, and can actually save this company from the era of Sean Jackson.

He looks up towards the celing, tapping his chin.  How was it put again?

Sean:  How did that message go again?

He has one of those fake eureka moments as his head comes back level and his eyes fixate again on the camera.

Sean:  Oh yes, I believe it went something like slaughter the bastard.

There's one more smirk from the world champion.

Sean:  Well, to that I say this.  In my world, you don't fear a lion that leads wolves.  You fear the wolf that leads lions.

He gives a wink.

Sean:  Isn't that right Gabriel?

The world champion then steps out of view before the camera fades to black.  

[Christian Underwood]

 The first RP period has passed.

All RPs posted now will be counted towards the second RP period.

Second RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Friday 06/26/2015
England: 04:59am Saturday 06/27/2015

[sean jackson]

 For those still confused, Sean Jackson didn't give a damn about Kain's feelings.  When he cashed in his contract, he did so with as much malice as he could muster, not caring who got hurt in the process.  It wasn't about making friends, it wasn't even about pissing off the fans.  No, it was about correcting a wrong perpetrated by that idiot Christian Underwood, and in this case...

The end DID justify the means.


June 24, 2015
Paris, France


As the door swings open and the dark changes to light....

"SURPRISE!!!!"

Large groups of people pop up from behind furniture, from behind doors, and from hallway entrances.  As they do, Sean Jackson is a picture of total shock as his wife Pamela stands behind him.  In Said's Presidential suite, the champagne corks are popping and confetti begins to fall from the ceiling.

Sean:  Ah guys, you shouldn't have.

He is a picture of smiles.  As his eyes pan the suite, he notices dozens of balloons as well a banner with *Congratulations* written across it.  As Pamela places her hand on his shoulder, he turns and leans in her direction.

Sean:  Especially you.

She returns the smile, just before their lips touch.  After pressing together ever so slightly, Pamela pulls her lips back just a bit before motioning for him to step farther into the suite.

Pamela:  You deserve it my love.

As he accepts the invitation, his attorney Marshall Owens and valet Vanessa step towards him with champagne glasses in hand.

Marshall:  Congratulations champ.

As Marshall hands a glass to the world champion, slightly upbeat music begins to play as the party atmosphere begins to pick up.  Once Pamela is also handed her own glass of champagne, a large cake is brought in and sat down on a table in front of them.  

Sean:  Thanks Marshall, but really it was nothing.  I told the world that Gabriel's time was up, but no one wanted to listen.  They thought I was crazy, fully prepared to laugh me out of the company...

He takes a sip.

Sean:  But who is laughing now?

Marshall shares a smile as he nods in approval.  For months he listened to his client warn the SCW hierarchy, as well as Gabriel for their actions in regards to the world heavyweight title....

And for months, they chose to ignore the warnings.  

As everyone raised their glasses, Sean continues.

Sean:  That's right, I am.  

Sean leads in taking another sip as everyone else follows suit.  He could have left it there, but that was never his style.  He was the world champion now, and damn it, he was going to rub it in.

Sean:  After months of listening to his drivel, it was nice to finally shut Gabriel up.  To see him begging and pleading for Kain to do a job he couldn't...

Everyone in the room was now hanging on his every word.  It was easy to see that the room was filled with non wrestling fans, but instead with a bunch of people who were there for the free booze and food.  After all, it is what rich folk do when they get together.

Sean:  and that was shut me up.

He thinks about carrying it further, but decides against it.  This is about his party now and not the fifteen seconds of Gabriel's shame.  This was after all, supposed to be a party to celebrate legitimacy coming back to HIS championship and not about Kain being brought back down to Earth.

Sean:  Come on people, this is a party...

He holds his glass up, his arm extended towards the ceiling.

Sean:  So let's party.

That initiates the proper response as slightly raised cheers begets further mingling and drinking among those present.  As they do, Sean and Pamela takes each other by the hands and make their way to the balcony where Said (pronounced Sayeed) is standing.  Once they do, he turns his attention from the Paris skyline to his friend.

Said:  Sean, welcome my friend.

For a better part of five years, Sean Jackson has known and worked alongside the Saudi businessman.  As a close personal confidant to the royal family's Prince Bandar, Said had the ear of the royal family and therefore was a valuable asset to the Mental Rapist.  An asset he enjoyed using on a regular basis.

Sean:  Said...

As they shake hands, the customary kiss on both cheeks follow.

Sean:  Thanks for the...

He never gets to finish, only because it wasn't necessary.  If there was one thing to remember about the Saudi custom, it was this.  When you are in, you are in and the word thank you just isn't needed because it's generally understood.

Said:  Sean, what are you doing?

Said has a huge smile on his face, attempting to hide the fact he was almost insulted.  After five years, he thought the two of them were beyond the petty two step dance usually taken by businessmen doing the feeling out process.  It doesn't take Sean, or Pamela for that matter long to discover the same thing.

Said:  You are my guest, and my friend.  The last thing you need to do is thank me every time I do something for you.  So if you don't mind, let it just be understood.  Okay?

If the situation would have been normal, then his request would have had merit.  However this was a totally different beast with multiple facets working against him.  Had it not been for the kindness of Said, then Sean and Pamela would have been on two separate continents until the end of the tour.  Which in the mind of Sean Jackson, was completely and totally unacceptable.

Sean:  You're right, and I apologize.  The last thing I want to do is insult an act of kindness.

As he is speaking, he moves towards a table where the three of them can sit and continue the casual conversation.

Sean:  It's just that...

He turns his attention towards Pamela as he stops in mid sentence.  This gives every indication to Said that Sean still hasn't told her what is happening with her father.

Said:  You still haven't told her?

Wearing a shocked look on his face, Said is about to continue before Pamela speaks up.

Pamela:  I know all about my father's plan...

She and Sean are still staring each other in the eyes.

Pamela:  and even though it pissed me off that no one told me, I do understand the problems that were presented.  So while I forgive you both for not telling me this time...

She alternates the pointing finger towards them both.

Pamela:  It had better not happen again.

Ah yes, the crazy American culture where the women could call the shots.  In Said's home country of Saudi Arabia, a woman wouldn't dare talk to her husband, or any man for that matter, in the way that Pamela had just done.  In Saudi Arabia, women were no better than third class citizens and would be severely punished for less than that.  But it was the way Americans did things and even though he didn't agree with it, Said respected his friend and his friend's wife enough to overlook it.

Said:  You have my word.

Like a smart man, Sean too agrees by giving a convincing nod.  With that problem taken care of, Marshall Owens steps out onto the balcony to join the private gathering.

Marshall:  So there you are.  Everyone is thinking that you skipped out on them.

Sean shakes his head as Marshall sits down with the trio.

Sean:  Nah, just wanted to come out here and get some fresh air.  Besides, from what I saw, there's plenty of alcohol in there so I doubt the festivities will be ending anytime soon.

You can tell the wheels are turning in Marshall's brain, and he doesn't hesitate to bring Sean on board.

Marshall:  While we're out here, I want to see if there's anything we can do to top the interruption of the Qatar National An...

In one of those foot in mouth moments, Marshall realizes that he has no idea how Said will react to his question.  It was quite the controversial moment when Sean Jackson's entrance music interrupted the Qatar National Anthem.  It was such the moment, that as soon as the show ended, Sean was whisked away by his and Pamela's security team to Saudi Arabia...and away from the Qatar officials.

Marshall:  Uh, you know what I'm talking about.  To one up that moment where...

He's now dancing around the bush and there isn't any music.

Marshall:  You know, you one upped the cash in?

As much as he enjoyed Marshall's "predicament", his attorney was correct.  If he was going to one up the national anthem fiasco, he needed something really good.  Then it dawned on him, he didn't need to wait until Into The Void to bust Kain's chops.  He could do that right here in Paris.

Sean:  I've got it....

Quickly Sean gets up from his seat, a smile sweeping across his face.

Sean:  I've so got it.

Pamela:  What?

As he begins to make his way back towards the party happening inside the suite, he responds to her question.

Sean:  Tomorrow.


June 25, 2015
Le Grenier a Pain
Paris, France


Sean:  Yes sir, I would like to order a cake.

The bakery came highly recommended, by some of the most prominent people in the city.  But there was another reason Sean chose Le Grenier a Pain....

man behind counter:  Anything specific you are looking for?

Without hesitation, Sean speaks in a clear and concise voice as he describes exactly what he wants.

Sean:  Absolutely.  There's this person I know, a professional wrestler, and I want a cake made specifically for him.

Sean takes out a piece of paper, the exact instructions for what he wanted is written down, and clearly visible as he places it on the counter.  As Sean describes the cake, the man is able to read along.

Sean:  I want a wrestling ring....

Next, Sean produces a photo of an SCW ring, that contains the outline of the mat and canvas.  He then slides the picture towards the man as well.

Sean:  That looks just like this, and I want it themed as a pity party.

At first the man likes the wrestling ring idea, but immediately gets confused with the pity party reference.  But then again, the cake itself won't be cheap so why should he care about the theme?

man:  A pity party?

The man strokes his chin a few times, trying to picture exactly what it is that Sean Jackson wants.

man:  Exactly what kind of pity party?  are we talking about an injury? somebody losing their job?

The questioning tone in the man's voice draws a smile from the world heavyweight champion.  He is about to describe exactly what he wants, and will enjoy every moment in doing so.  After all, Kain was going to be so deserving of it.

Sean:  It is going to be for a guy who thought himself bigger than he actually was.  For a guy who listened to a bunch of thoughtless slack jaws, following a thief who believed he could ever be world championship material.  For a guy who got a small taste of what true professional wrestling looked like, and still believed he could compete.  

Sean presents one more picture, that of Kain laid out on the stadium ground.  Victimized by a briefcase in the back of the skull in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

Sean:  When you put that ring down on top of the cake, I want it to be placed on top of this picture.  A reminder to that particular individual that when it comes to the world title match in Dubai...

He sets the picture down on the counter.

Sean:  It will be the same result as Riyadh.  Him being empty handed, and me still holding this....

One more picture is presented, this time it is of Sean Jackson standing on the stage, holding the SCW world heavyweight championship.

Sean:  The world championship.

The man nods his head a couple of times, the wheels turning in his head as ideas are already racing.  With an inner sense of vision, he begins to picture the cake with everything Sean wants.  

Sean:  So can you do it?

A legitimate question, worthy of a legitimate answer.

man:  When do you need it and where would you like to have it delivered?

Now THAT is the hundred thousand dollar question.

Sean:  I'm glad you asked....


Fade.

[Kain]

 The camera opens up as the sun slowly starts to rise from beyond the moutains of Dubai and slowly move its way upwards into the heavens. We see Kain sitting on a hill that overlooks the city. It's early in the morning and he's quietly enjoying the view. As the camera approaches him, we see him nod at the camera, acknowledging the device before re-settling his gaze back onto the sun.

Kain: The day is almost here. I've been digging deep into my training and trying not to think of my family as I prepare myself for the hell that awaits me at Into The Void IV. For now, though, I've taken a little time to relax and enjoy the view.

Wearing a red shirt and blue jeans, with white Nike shoes and socks to cover his feet, he sits there with his hands folded together and his arms wrapped around his legs as he sits comfortably, thinking of memories long past.

Kain: It's going to be a great day, but also a sad one too. While Ariel will be arriving in time to be with me, my parents won't be. They knew of my dream to be a professional fighter and wanted me to succeed. I am their only child, for no siblings followed after I was created, and they placed all their hopes and dreams within me. After their deaths, I plummeted and became a mean, nasty customer to deal with for all walks of life. Honestly? I don't regret anything, but can't help but wonder if they would be proud of me, for all the bad I've done and then changing myself around to be a better person?

He nods to himself as the birds begin to chirp their songs in the distance as the sun continues on its journey.

Kain: Not to bring it out there for the world to see, but I finally believe in a higher power and all I know is that as long as I do the right things in my life, good things will happen and I will have earned it. At Into The Void IV, anything goes between Sean and I. I have no intention from walking away from a grand opportunity like this. Sean is going to be a major threat, but I am not scared of him. Far from it. The truth is, I'm confident and I'm ready to go. Whatever he has to dish out at me will be harsh and painful, but nothing I've been through in the past, if you know what I mean. Sean played dirty because he's afraid of guys like me, guys who have fought long and hard to get here. I deserve this more than anyone right now and I have to give thanks once more to Chris and to Despayre for coming to my aid, even when I didn't ask for it at all, and helped me. This time, I'm going to honor them, honor Gabriel, and most importantly, honor my friend Hank Henry III.

He inhales loudly and then lets out a huge sigh, shaking his head back and forth. You could see tears coming down from his eyes.

Kain: He is one of my greatest opponents in my career, but outside of our fights, he was also a true friend. Always one to make me laugh, always one to give me the advice that I needed, and always one to be there when I needed him. I'm going to dedicate this match...not just to Gabriel, a man that I highly respect, but to Hank Henry III as well. If I had a fork in my hand, I would definitely stab Sean Jackson with it as a tribute to my friend. He's with me in spirit now, resting comfortably. I'm going to do my best to take the fight to Sean Jackson, to let the man know who is boss around here, to capture the biggest prize in the business, to live my dream, to become the first-ever Grand-Slam champion! This match has been on my mind ever since it was announced and although I was Gabriel was part of the fracas, it cannot be so. I have to instead carry on and finish the task that I started awhile back at Climax Control. Hank Henry III would be proud of me, win, lose, or draw. But I intend to win and I have a feeling that he's looking down at me, smiling greatly.

Wiping the tears away, he sits up and looks at the sun one last time, which finally stops at a spot northeast of his position, and gleams brightly as the clouds join with it. He turns around and looks at the camera deeply.

Kain: To my wife and my four children that are watching...I love you. To the fans that have followed me through this arduous process and have faithfully supported me thick and thin, I thank you. To the critics and those in SCW that doubt me, screw you and what you believe! And to my parents...I won't let you down. This is the biggest moment of my life and I know you both are also with Hank Henry III and watching over me. I intend to make you proud. I won't be hiding in public like how Sean does. I won't be giving out a pity party or encouraging such nonsense. Everything I do at Into The Void IV will have meaning and purpose and I assure you, Sean Jackson will NO LONGER be the SCW Heavyweight champion! This is my moment now, my time to shine, and my dream to FINALLY be the NEW SCW Heavyweight champion will be realized! I am VERY excited for this battle and I will stop at nothing until the job is done!

Kain takes a moment to look at the sky and tears are drawn anew.

Kain: Mom...Dad...

I love you.

Then Kain walks past the cameraman and his crew and walks down the hill. They watch him disappear from his sight as the cameraman turns his camera around gazes upon the arena that the main event will take place in as the scene slowly fades to black.

* * * *

Greetings once again, Sean.

Once again, my name is Kain and I am The King Of Kings.

I have to say, listening to your drivel turned out to be a dull, unimpressive event for me to witness.

Am I supposed to be shaking in my boots now? Am I supposed to be terrified of your skill as a wrestler these days? Just because you hold the SCW Heavyweight championship belt now doesn't mean you are automatically what you called me to be - non-championship material. Believe me when I tell you, my fifteen minutes of fame is about to expand like a great empire blossoming from the ashes.

I want you to understand something. I'm not underestimating you by any means. I am not overconfident either. I know how tough and dangerous you have proven to be numerous times in the past. But I know the truth, just as all of us do, Sean.

You're not Gabriel.

Gabriel was a man that faced down all of his challengers and destroyed them in diligent fashion, Sean, yourself included. No matter what methods he used, dirty or not, he got the job done and you have to respect him for that. But you don't. As I previously stated, you are jealous of the man that accomplished great things during his time here and all you've ever wanted to do is wipe him out in a fashion that suits your twisted, sick agenda. One that was easy and predictable to see from a mile away.

But let's not carried away here. You had to mention a few things that pissed me off. In doing so, you pushed the wrong buttons that are within me.

So let's get clear on a few things, shall we?

First and foremost, in regards to my wife and manager, Ariel. Let's just say that she wasn't happy with your pathetic comments, but she brushed them off all the same. Truth be told, you are wasting your breath talking about a woman that could literally crush you within seconds. Laugh it off if you like, but she has made a name for herself before becoming a parent to our four children. In any case, she is not worth your time or should even be considered a priority for you to focus on. I'm the man of the hour that you need to deal with.

Fact is, you're scared. You're scared of me and what I have achieved so far in the ring. How dare Christian and Despayre try to put a guy like me in the ring with you, right? Don't be mad at them, asshole, they did the job right. They put me into a fight that I'm willing to put my life and reputation on all for the sake of winning the SCW Heavyweight championship belt, the one prize that I desired the most ever since I returned. The Roulette, Tag-Team, and even the Internet championships? I've earned them all, but they are NOTHING compared to the big kahuna around here. The SCW Heavyweight championship is a symbol of great pride and dignity, one that deserves to be defended on a weekly basis.

Yeah! Imagine that, Sean, doing that all the time. But I know you wouldn't do it, would you? Of course not! Your scheming tactics and flawed tactics have proven you to be not a man, but as a coward instead. Although I don't listen to him often, Sean, the immortal Tupac Shakur sang a legendary line that always stuck with me.

"I'd rather die as a man then live as a coward."

That statement itself is powerful, is it not?

Here you are, a craven, selfish man that doesn't want to be seen by the fans, that wants to hide out in the open. Are you scared of the fans that much? Do you hate it when you see their faces and they constantly boo at the sight of you? It has nothing to do with spending time with Pamela, Sean. No, sir. You hate the public and what they think of you. Don't try to deny it, pal. You want to be badly admired and respected by the audience that watches your every move, but since they don't flatter you with such attention, all you can do is loathe them. That's a pity, Sean.

Me, on the other hand, I know what I want out of this business. I want to face down Death each and every time. I want to put it all on the line and show my critics, my naysayers, my admirers, and my peers, along with upper management, that I'm more than capable of handling business around here. I'm not a fluke no more, Sean. I'm not an Average Joe that earnestly hopes to make the dream come alive. That side of the world is no longer there, because I'm already on top of the world. I've gained millions in the bank, I've earned an amazing fanbase that NEVER gave up on me, and I have the family of my dreams that have stayed by my side, no matter what happens. Because of all that, Sean, I intend to make a name for myself in the business, Sean. I want to carry the company into greatness and surpass even that of Gabriel's four-to-six months of a reign and show that I'm the greatest around here.

But can you do that? Can you handle the pressure, Sean, of carrying not just the title, but the ENTIRE COMPANY as well? I don't think so.

Truth is, Sean, you've been given chance after chance to deliver. Despite what you accomplished awhile back, does that really make you the man? Did you fight long and hard that night? No.

All you did, Sean, was cashed in, knocked me out, then used your stupid, ridiculous finishing move and pin Gabriel to win the title. The only thing that proves to me that you've been afraid of Gabriel all this time and that you were NOT man enough to get the job done from start to finish, like how you have tried to do in the past.

That's on you, Sean. Not on me and certainly not on Gabriel, who must be seething with rage back at home. If I was in his shoes, I'd be pissed too. I don't blame the man one bit for feeling what he feels.

That being said, the match at Into The Void IV is going to be not just a highlight for me, Sean, but rather a crowning milestone in my career. You claim that you want to crush my vertebrae and leave me broken? Please. Is that the best you can SAY to a guy like me? Pathetic, abysmal at best! You are the guy currently leading the company, Sean. You're the guy that, at least for now, everyone looks up to and possibly aspires to be or NOT...and that is the best you can dish out at me? "Oh, Kain, you're nothing but a peon that begs to be put out of his misery." Such simple, but inadequate statements for you to conceive!

Yes, it's going to be brutal. Yes, it's going to be chaotic and filled with destruction and carnage unlike anything you've ever seen. You can try to destroy my body and kill the soul that lies inside of me, but as I told you and many other opponents countless times before, I cannot die so easily of a quick death! I REFUSE to give in, Sean. I REFUSE to let you, the group that are simply title "Assholes R Us" to get in the way of my dream and vision! You can try to break all the bones in my body, you can try to humiliate me, go for it, I dare you! But in the end, all of your efforts will be in vain...

IN VAIN!

And why is that, Sean? Because compared to me, you are NOTHING. I have everything going for me. The looks. The skills. The charisma. If my fellow peers wish to look down on me and consider me the man NOT to win, be my guest. I love proving people wrong, including a guy that I have respect for, but has the wrong kind of thinking that's deadset in his mind.

I'm looking at you, Mark Ward!

In any case, if that's what I have to do at Into The Void IV, so be it. Every critic that has lashed out at me in various forms of the media, every naysayer that doubts me and my success will be disappointed. If I'm lucky, I'll even earn a few, if not A LOT, of new believers out of me after Into The Void IV. To you, Sean, it's just another day at the office and in some ways, I feel that too, but it's more than just a match. It's a chance of a lifetime for me to set things right, to amend all the wrongs I've made, to correct a few injustices, and to do what's right for business. On top of all that, Sean, it's about a dream for me.

Since you hated my kid-grad drivel, I'm going to hit you with a story that's most certainly going to annoy you and honestly? I could give less than two shits if you hate it!

When I was a kid, Sean, I used to sit on the grass, in my backyard, on early mornings before I had to go to school. I would gaze at the sun and daydream about my future and ponder what's in store. One of those dreams was to be at the top of the world as a fighting or wrestling champion and I've done that in both the underground circuit and in the other federations that I've been involved in multiple times over. But nothing like this, Sean. This dream will continue to live on and even be realized, because should I defeat you and make you my bitch at the end of the night, not only will I be crowned the SCW heavyweight champion, Sean, but I'll be the first-ever Grand-Slam champion!

Truth be told, I didn't give much thought to the idea or the accomplishment in itself for awhile, mainly because I've been focusing on training my mind, body, and soul to the max. But now that I have, the idea is both enticing and exhilarating. I think of it as a goal for me to see through at Into The Void IV, one that I will see realized through your cold, dead hands, Sean. That title will be mine at Into The Void IV and what I always wanted to see accomplished is inevitable. Don't try to fight it, Sean. You KNOW it's going to happen and all you can try to do is stand your ground and fight with everything that you currently possess in your arsenal. But at the night ticks away slowly, you will slow down, you will be in pain, and you won't have a single, fucking clue as to what you will do next when it comes to me. Think of me as your worst nightmare, Sean. Think of me as the guy who is going to take EVERYTHING away from you and make sure it stays that way for eternity! When that happens, Sean, tell me afterwards - how will it feel for you to be put in a state of humiliation and embarrassment? After all, the only reward you're getting, at the end of the night, is bruises and pain that will be inflicted not on the body, but on the mind and spirit as well.

My intention is quite clear at Into The Void IV. I'm going to enjoy getting payback. This isn't just justice for me, Sean - it's about revenge. Revenge for taking away my shot at the gold at Climax Control, for cheating and backstabbing a man that did just about everything right to call himself a SCW Heavyweight champion. Normally, I don't do this, but I'm dedicating this match to Gabriel, because he deserves to be honored and I'm going to do everything in my power, Sean, to do what he asked me to do, through Mark Ward.

"Slaughter the bastard."

I'm done talking, Sean. I've heard everything you've had to say and I'm quite frankly unimpressed and unfazed by what you throw at me so far. I'm going to let my every bit of my actions do all the talking. I'm going to let the dream be my pure motivation for our confrontation, Sean. I'm going to let my fists knock your senseless, my feet driving into your body and watching in great satisfaction as you scream in pain and agony. I'm going to do whatever it takes to strip you of your pride, your dignity, and your legacy and leave you lost, lifeless, and broken in front of his majesty as he sits in his court and watches the action from his seat. I make no promises to him that I'll be gentle.

I don't plan on being kind to you at all. Your life is mine, Sean, and I'm going to enjoy doing what I do best, what Ariel and the kids urge me to do when I'm in the squared circle. Do not think, for a second, that I consider this to be easy. It won't be. You're good at what you do, but I know how you act and I know how you function. You're going to use it all to keep me at bay and secure the gold. That's fine.

But you also made the wrong choice in doing so, because I plan on unleashing the beast within me. Into The Void IV will change EVERYTHING for me. You're the only obstacle standing in my way. From here on out, I don't care what you do. I don't care about the pity party you want to throw for me. I don't care about your boring thoughts or half-witted opinions or lies about me. I care nothing for you Sean. You are my enemy and I'm going to destroy my enemy in order to get the gold!

For I am Kain...

The King Of Kings!

And I....HAVE SPOKEN!!!