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The King and I
Topic Started: Feb 13 2010, 04:41 PM (61 Views)
Alex Cain
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I slammed my fist into his face, then again, and again, I just kept pounding, I felt hands on my shoulders trying to pull me away, but I shrugged them off and kept laying into this poor guy, I was in a blind rage and it took 3 men to finally pull me off of him. I then lashed out at the three men, pushing one into the crowd and clocking one of the others across the jaw, a spray of blood flew out of his mouth as he stumbled to the crowd, someone grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back, I wrestled to break free, but my arms were held tight, I let out a scream of frustration.

“ALEX!” I looked over my left shoulder, to see Trent looking over the young man I had just beaten seven shades of shit out of. He got up and walked over to me and motioned for the guy holding my arms to let go, I shrugged him away as he loosened his grip on me.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Christ, Alex, that kid is barely alive.” My fists are still clenched, I shoot a quick look over at the blood soaked body on the floor, more people have come over to try and help the guy, but he is out cold, I see one of the men wave frantically as another man comes running over with a first aid kit, I recognise the man, he is a doctor ‘in real life,’ his eyes were focused, all business. I could tell the kid wasn’t doing too great.

“So? Its last man standing isn’t it?” I switch my attention back to Trent. “Last man STANDING Alex, not last man alive, Jesus, I know this is supposed to be no holds barred and all that, but you nearly killed that guy, it doesn’t work like that anymore, you know that! People have died doing this before, by accident, but you were actually trying to kill that guy. You’re done here Alex.”

I was incredulous, done? What the hell did that mean? This had to be some kind of joke.

“Done? What the fuck are you talking about Trent?”

He looked at me, his face deadly serious, I’d never seen him like that before, normally he was pretty laid back, but there was no messing about in his voice. This was no joke.

“You’re finished here, you have become a liability. We can’t risk having you around, you have some personal issues that you need to sort out and this isn’t the place, you are too dangerous a person to let loose in here now. I don’t want to see anyone killed and I don’t want blood on my hands, let alone yours.”

I couldn’t believe it, I was really being thrown out of an illegal bare knuckle boxing outfit, I shoved Trent out of the way and then pushed my way through the crowd that had gathered around and threw the warehouse door open and stormed out into the cold air of the night.



It was lashing down with rain, I had no jacket but it didn’t seem to bother me, I was in such a foul mood that I felt like the rain was reflecting it. I wanted it to wash away my problems, but life wasn’t as easy or as kind as that unfortunately.
It hadn’t been the best of weeks; it seemed that lately each week was outdoing the last in terms of sucking. My match against Jarvis and Adam Price went better than expected on Massacre, but I’d be fooling myself if I thought that Jarvis brought his A-game to that match, and as for Adam Price, well if that was his A-game then god help him in CWF, because he will get eaten up and spat out week in week out if that’s all he has. So the result of the match was pleasant, but the aftermath, not quite so. I knew Elijah had a problem with me talking to Rish, he made that much clear the week before, but this week was just odd. He came out and cleared the ring after Jarvis blindsided me, and then dismissed me out of hand when I went to thank him. It was disrespectful, and that’s something I never thought I would say or even think about Elijah. I understood his concerns about Rish, I had them too, but my concerns about Chaolin Sahn superseded my concerns about Rish at the moment. Although I have to say that Sahn was currently taking a back seat to other problems in my life, most notably at the moment, revolving around Elijah and Angelica, for varying but equally frustrating reasons.

I had met up with Angelica earlier in the week, having heard about her turning up on a GCWA show on Friday I wanted to find out what the hell was going on. When I spoke to her last week she said she had something to tell me, but having not heard from her since that conversation, this was my first opportunity to speak to her about it. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it to be honest, I knew she was disappointed to lose the Tag titles at Genesis, just as we all were to lose our titles that night, but I didn’t realise the extent of her resentment of CWF, and more importantly, Rish. She was ambitious and that was understandable, but she felt she was being held back and that GCWA will offer her some better opportunities. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, she was seriously going to leave CWF and join one of its most bitter rivals. Rish wouldn’t stand for it I knew that for certain, and it would probably instigate a war that I don’t think any of us were ready for. But there was one thing I knew about Jelly, and that was that she was the most stubborn person I had ever met, and if she had made up her mind to do it, then there was nothing I could possibly say to her to change her mind.

I stayed for a while and we chatted about the old days, and her intentions for her time in GCWA, she had clearly been thinking it through for some time, and she had covered all the bases. I could see her point of view, she never did get a fair crack of the whip in CWF, she was by some margin one of the best in the fed and yet she had never been given a shot at the top prize as far as I could remember, I think it riled her a little bit also that Angel was the first female to challenge for the CWF title in this incarnation, not that she had anything against Angel as a person, but simply because she felt she had been paying her dues in this version of CWF as well as all others. She did have a point, but I couldn’t back her move to GCWA, maybe I was being selfish, but I felt like all my friends were falling away from me now. Jelly was switching companies, and from what I could see on the latest episode of Inferno, she has no intention of coming back to CWF. Elijah seems content to watch my back, but there has been a wedge driven between us now, and I’m not sure what impact that will have on the Insurgency, Angel will fight to keep us together I know that much, but if Elijah continues to disrespect me like he did on Massacre then I don’t know how long we can continue. He may not agree with the decisions that I make, but he needs to respect my right to make them. He can question it all he wants, but I’m no fool, I know exactly what Rish is like, probably better than anyone else, I know exactly what he was up to with Bishop and Xtingwish at Massacre, I can see him moving his little chess pieces around, but I’m not one of his pieces. I understand what Rish wants from me, but I’m not opposing Sahn because of Rish, I’m opposing him because he will destroy this company, but Elijah isn’t ready to listen.

I walked into the house and went straight upstairs, the rain dripping off me unto the wood flooring of the stairs, I walked into the bedroom and took off the sopping wet clothes and took a towel out of the bathroom and towelled myself down. I threw the towel onto the bed and picked up the glass of water on the side table and took a sip, the door of the wardrobe on the far side of the bedroom was ajar, the full length mirror built into it reflecting my image right back at me. I took a long hard look at myself, at the man I thought I knew, but all I saw was a stranger. A month or so ago I was contented with life, I had my son around, my friends both old and new and I was the reigning CWF Champion and the figurehead of the company that I have loved for the best part of a decade. And now I stood staring at a man who had nothing, his son had gone, his friends were falling away one by one, and the CWF Champion was now a cocky but talented big mouth. I didn’t know this man anymore, a man who in trying to keep his grip tightly on the life he loved and let everything slip through his fingers. The rage built up inside me, anger that I had previously directed at others, but now looking in the mirror I realised that the only one I should be angry with was myself. I gripped the glass in my hand a threw it with all my strength at the mirror. The glass shattered and the mirror cracked and almost in slow motion piece by piece fell to the ground. I sighed and sat down on the bed.

When I went to England last week, I thought it would be the beginning of getting my life back on track, I arrived with a semblance of hope, Scott wouldn’t talk to me, but I had built bridges with Angelica and I left with a more uplifted feeling than I thought I would. But here I sat, on my bed in the house that I worked so hard for, but it was a house that was devoid of life, devoid of love, empty as if it was the physical embodiment of my life. I closed my eyes and tried to gather my thoughts. The only thing that seemed to be going right for me at the moment was my job, in the ring, I was still a force to be reckoned with, and a win over the team of Jarvis and Adam Price, did wonders for my confidence following my title loss to Mr King at Genesis, and now this week, I had two goals to achieve, to win the Impact Championship, and as a result of that progress to the next round of the CWF World Title Tournament and get one step closer to re-gaining the most prestigious title in the sport.

I got up and walked around the bed, stepping over the smattering of broken glass on the floor and made my way downstairs. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer, I quickly glanced at the clock, 1.37 in the morning, and then grabbed three more bottles and closed the door. I walked into the living room and put the bottles on the coffee table and walked over to the DVD player, I picked up the copy of Genesis I had got from the production team a few days ago and put it in the player. I sat on the sofa and flicked the DVD through until I got to the King Nothing vs Angel match. I figured that if he could get the better of Angel, then that was all I needed to know about him, that match would teach me all I really needed know about King Nobody. Angel was one of the fiercest competitors I had ever fought with, or against, and if King Kong could get the better of her, then he had to be taken seriously. I had no interest in his other conquests, both in and out of the ring, his few one on victories had come against nobody’s and never weres, the likes of Ramsey and Vincent Vail, men who weren’t fit to lace his boots, let alone mine. His track record was of little interest to me, apart from his win over Angel, he has done little of note, aside from aligning himself with the Cyndicate.

I can’t seem to get away from the Cyndicate, I’ve had more dealings with them, in their many incarnations, than I care to remember, I think King S’ofLeon is the only one of them I haven’t faced before in any capacity, so it would be uncharted territory for me. Watching the match, I noticed that other than a few basic moves that he managed to execute with some skill, he spent most of his time choking the life out of her and being reprimanded by the referee. Not much to concern me so far, a 6’4 inch 280lb man choking out a 5’9 inch 190lb woman is hardly something to write home about, and had it not been for Angels bad knee, which despite the cortisone shots she had taken prior to the match must have taken its toll from the punishment of the match itself, I think she would have bettered him. She kicked out of his finisher The Crown, but one from the top rope finished her off. It was a telling final blow, and had she been at her best I think the story would have been different, but credit where it’s due, nothing saw his opportunity and he took it. The Ultimate Opportunist indeed, but I saw nothing from King Tut’s in ring skills that should prevent me from taking the Impact Title and progressing to regain the CWF Title.

King Lear was a talented individual, that was for sure, he was a slightly messed up person, but then I think the first question on the application to be a member of The SindyCunts is “From 1 – 10, 1 being the lowest, 10 being the highest, How Messed up are you?” and King No-one is probably around an 8 on that scale, he seems to enjoy inflicting pain on others, which is fine by me, just gives me all the more reason to do to him what I did to that fella at the warehouse earlier in the evening. He prides himself on being a remorseless son of a bitch and I suppose that’s why he fits so well into his little band of brothers, he probably sees me as a weak minded, weak willed sycophant, and he will probably see my loss to Jarvis king as proof that I am on the wane, that my star is falling. Well I see this match as the perfect opportunity to prove that isn’t the case. King of Queens may call himself The Ultimate Opportunist, but the opportunity here is mine, I have nothing to lose and everything to gain, he on the other hand could go into the match with everything in the palm of his hand, and could walk out of it with nothing but a battered body and a bruised ego. King Nothing will be exactly that, king Nothing, King Zip, king Zero, King Nobody and if I have my way King Never Was and King Never Will Be.

He walks around like his shit doesn’t stink cos he has a little bit of gold around his waist and he has the backing of the CWF Commissioner, but Sahn can’t protect him on Tuesday, and if the SindyCunts know what’s good for them they will stay the hell away from that ring, let King Nought fight his own battles and see just how good he is, whether he can mix it with the big boys, cos I don’t think he has what it takes to up his game to the level he needs to stem the challenge from a former 3-time CWF Champion.

A lot of people seem to think that this title holds little value to me, that I am all about the CWF Title and my main event status, but that couldn’t be further from the truth, Angel instilled some much needed prestige into the Impact title, prestige that King NoChance is smudging with every passing day that he can be called the CWF Impact Champion. It’s something I intend to rectify on Tuesday. The Impact Title holds just as much importance to me as any other title in this company does. They all say the same thing about the person, they are all evidence of the desire and hard work someone puts into the attainment of their goals, and I set my goals high, and the Impact title is one of them. People might look at it as a step down, but I see it as a journey down a different path, a path that leads to the same place as the one I was on previously, the top of the mountain, but it’s a harder path that will reap richer rewards for me. It’s a challenge that I wasn’t expecting, but I’ve never shirked a challenge in my life and I don’t intend to start now. King Nonce better bring his best to that ring on Tuesday, or that path will have a huge roadblock on it, in the shape of Alex Cain.

I woke up to the front doorbell ringing, I wiped my eyes, licked my dry lips and hauled myself off the sofa, a partially empty beer bottle rolled off my chest and clattered onto the floor, splashing warm flat beer onto the rug. I grumbled and lazily wandered out into the hallway, I opened the door and stood in front of me was a young guy of around 22/23 years old, in an immaculate pinstripe suit, white shirt and blue tie, he smiled widely at me, his teeth almost as white as his shirt

“Good morning Mr Cain, my name is Tom, I’m here to drop off your brand new Ferrari”

He held the key up at me and dangled it in front of me, he stepped slightly out of my line of sight and parked behind him on the drive was a brand new black Ferrari 458 Italia.

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I had ordered it months ago, when Angelica made off with my GTR after a phantom game of poker. I had completely forgotten about it, with all that was going on recently it had totally slipped my mind. In the mood I was in I couldn’t even bring myself to crack a smile about it. I mumbled a quiet thank you and signed the paperwork. Tom looked rather confused at my lack of excitement about it and wished me a good day and walked over to the truck that had delivered the car and got in and drove off. He had probably never had a customer less excited about receiving a brand new Ferrari. I strolled off the porch and walked over to the car. It was a beautiful machine to be sure, but at the moment I wasn’t in the mood to appreciate it like it deserved. I strolled alongside it and rubbed my hand along the bodywork.

“Nice car.”

I turned to see the person who had spoken, to find Trent standing on my lawn, he was wearing a black suit and dark glasses, only just hiding the black eye that had clearly come up from a fight the previous night, the night he had told me I was done.

“I’m surprised you have the front to show your face around here after last night Trent.” I took a few steps closer to him and he took off his shades, it was quite the shiner he was hiding.

“Why would I hide away Alex, I’ve nothing to be ashamed of, what I did last night was for the good of our little group of like minded fighters and for you.”

I could feel myself beginning to get angry again, I clenched my fists as the blood rushed through my body.

“For the good of me? How in the hell was that for my own god damn good! You embarrassed me last night!”

“I did no such thing Alex, I was protecting you from yourself, if it wasn’t for me you would have spent this morning making a phone call to your lawyer and trying to explain to him how you came to be involved in an underground boxing community and how one night you took it upon yourself to beat a young mechanic to death with your bare hands. But instead you are taking receipt of a brand new Ferrari. What you did last night Alex was so far and beyond out of order it’s not even true. Back in the old days you could have gotten away with shit like that, back in your grandfathers time, it was all part of the game, but not these days. Jesus Alex, some of the people we have in our ranks are police officers, Christ we even have DA in there, sure they won’t want to get their hands dirty by seeking to have you put to justice, but there’s no way we could hide what happened in there for long and do you think any of those guys would bat an eyelid to save themselves if it means handing you over? Not a fucking chance!”

I bowed my head, I knew he was right, I was letting my anger cloud my judgement, and last night I let it take over. I walked away from Trent, as right as he was, I wasn’t ready to listen to it, I was still too angry, once I had calmed down I knew I would see it in a level headed way but right now I couldn’t.

“Alex! Come on, let’s talk about this!”

“Not now Trent, I’ll see you around!”

I walked back into the house and closed the door, I don’t know if Trent stayed out on the lawn for any amount of time, I walked into the kitchen and turned on the kettle. With Angelica gone, Elijah and by association Omega keeping me at arm’s length, and Angel being somewhat distracted by McQuaide, I was on my own at the moment, and I needed to shape up and sort myself out, lots of people were after me and I had to keep my head above water. I didn’t want to get lost in the mix with this GCWA thing, so a win on Tuesday and a title around my waist, will be a stepping stone to getting my life back to how I want it.
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