Damien Kain

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My first official OCW promo. Nothing major, as they're not all too worried about hyping up a preshow match. They're more worried about the Aries open challenge and Vincent Valmont beating to aries, Most of OCW, and the OCW fans, know not a damn thing of who I am. Threrefore, I've been given a time limit and little resources, as far as the excitement factor is concerned. In all reality, my promo room is a simple setup. It's being held in the break room of the OCW Hq back room. My surroundings consist of tables and white walls. A few chubby crew members, stuffing their faces with food and drink. At least the promo crew rushes these guys out of the shot before starting. I guess all the better setups were given to the better known competitors... I'm instructed to take a seat near the wall, which I do promptly and without arguement. It beats standing, eh? I remove a few bottles of beer from my jacket pocket before sliding the coat off and laying it on a table to my left, where I stand the bottles of beer, too. I open one and take a sip, smirking as the crew looks on, disapprovingly. "Problem, boys?" I ask, pausing from my drink and holding the bottle just below my lips. "Err no, Mr. Kain." says the, I would call, the director of this shoot. "Make yourself comfortable." A smirk reaches my lips once again, as these words reach my ears. Nodding slightly, I rest the bottle on the table and remove a pack of cigarettes from my jacket pocket, lighting one up as the "director" scowls. "Mr. Kain, you can't smoke in here." "Yeah?" I hit the cigarette again, not putting it out. "Yes, sir. Didn't you see the No Smoking signs posted outside the entrance?" "...Fuck you, and your signs." I chuckle, hitting my cig again. He then instructs a lesser crew member to open a window, which the young man does without hesitation. The entire crew seems slightly frustrated at this point, but I could care less. Watching them shuffle around, setting everything up to perfection, only reminds me the difference between me and them. They follow the rules to the letter... I make my own rules. "You ready, Mr. Kain?" The Director asks, that unpleasant look still about him. I simply nod, taking another drink of Budweiser. Finally, one of the crew members begins the finger motioned countdown. Five...Four...Three...Two..... I can't help but laugh to myself at the silence being filmed. Watching as the crew looks on, confused by my lack of words. It takes only a moment for the Director to whisper "You're on, Mr. Kain." ........ "Fans and Roster, OCW proudly presents to you.. Damien Kain." I set my beer back on the table, hitting my cigarette once more. The smoke creats a vague shroud around me as I speak. "Damien Kain... made a mistake. I looked at the name, OCW, and I thought that this was where I belonged. I thought that this was the place to find everything I deserved in my career. And, I was wrong." By now, the crew is wondering just what the hell I'm doing. These dumbasses can't understand controversy.. "Look around you, OCW. There's nothing here. There's no drama. No challenge. Nothing. I am the only real rookie here with any balls, and my potential and my skills are being wasted on a preshow match up. This roster has no clue, and Aries, himself, has no fucking clue. It was shit before Damien Kain, and it'll be shit when Damien walks away." Now, the crew is frantic. D. Kain is using his air time to leave OCW? I know exactly what they're thinking. "Aries, I'm giving you ONE chance give a so called rookie a shoot. After I dominate this match, OCW better put my talent to use, or I'm OUT of this shit hole. I said, I don't mind starting at the bottom and working my way up. BUT, I never meant being added to the jobbers list and thrown into a preshow circus act. Damien Kain is much more valuable than that... With that being said, I suppose I'll use this promo time to address said reply to OPEN challenge match." I down the remainder of my beer and take the last hit of my cig, dropping the butt into the empty bottle. "Last Man Standing Match, is what i purpose to see if the beating u took from Valmont gave you for show or real. And the only challenge you got was from a kid who simply can't hold his liquor. Trust me, his spidey senses won't help him in a match against you. No Pepsi sugar rush can help him. No pain dulling whiskey buzz can help you. And no make believe superhero powers can what help this so called superhero, kid. I BELONG in this match, unlike you." "??? In Pink. Babe, you don't belong in this match. You've got something special. Something that Damien sees and likes. You know what that is? Tits. You don't belong in around this match, ???, you belong in my bed, right along with me. I'll show you both that, not only am I a soldier in the ring, but a soldier in the sack, as well." I smirk, winking into the camera as the crew members are all beside themselves with cunfusion and disapproval. "Robert Fearo. What are you, the lost Hurricane? You're last promo will probably be a shoot from a diner while you talk unrelevant bullshit and stuff your face with chili dogs. Dude, you might as well not even enter the challege. Or, just jump of the roof top to save Aries the trouble of tossing your ass over it. I open my second bottle of beer and take a gulp. Staring at the crew momentarily, I can see they're ready to wrap this up before I go any further, but my time isn't up yet. "And now, I've saved the best for last i have made alot of changes to myself dealing with others. I have new found friends whose names i aint going to mention. A new found look on life and my career and im making changes. Changes will be made.... Aries its up to You now............. With that, I finish my drink and stand. Before walking away, I send one last smirk into the camera. "???... call me, Gorgeous." I grab my coat and walk way, ending the promo.

The darkness surrounds me. It speaks ever so softly in my ear. It says, it's your time to shine. Not theres. You are doing this for your Wife your family and your kids. You put your body on the line for entertainment, to make sure they can eat. It's hard being you. You must do whatever is possible to win. It's a whole new world for you. Before this, I didn't have a care in the world. She is now the heart of your soul. But I sit in the darkness, all night, with thoughts of waiting for that chance to show what your made of. Now, before anything else. Let me elaborate on the situation. My name is Damien Kain, professinal wrestler. 32 years old, and a father of four. I look at the blinking light on my alarm clock, the time reading 3:30. I have been sitting up in bed for the past 3 hours, making sure everything is ok, I am there. But nothing. I sat up, and moved over towards my bedroom door. I creeped it open, and wandered out into my dark, quiet house. I flipped on the kitchen light, and the lights hit my eyes like a rock. Before long, I see my dogs, the ever so popular X and our latest addition, Shakur. Shakur was outstreched on the floor in front of the cabinet, and X sat upright, right near my coffee pot. I flipped my coffee pot on, brewing yet another pot of my White Choc. Coffee. I believe my third pot today. X rubbed up against the side of my leg, and let out a solid bark. I flipped open my laptop to check my email. Normally spam, random fans asking me to send them 8x10 photos of myself, and I hadn't seen a major company request me in monthes. As I deleted the mail one by one, a message caught my eye. "OCW welcomes Damien Kain!!!" I stared very intensely, looking over the link to the federation. They had some top notch talent. Including Top Notch Superstars. They had some amazing talent in K. Dangleo, David Jackson, Dane Xavier, Mayhem, Crowe, I would do anything to prove my worth against these guys. The next 4 hours were long. I checked my Facebook, drank coffee, did pushups, made sure Shakur and X went outside. I even got dressed at 5am. I threw on some Light Grey jeans, my black studded belt and my black wife beater shirt. I crept past my sleeping wife to my bathroom, where I shaved off the five o'clock shadow and opened up my medicine cabninent. I looked at my medication, and sighed. I know I have a problem, its just I wish I didn't have to take drugs for it. I have Stage 2 Bi-Polar disorder, and Clincal Depression. Being also that I don't sleep doesn't help. I took my meds and walked back into my kitchen. X was bitting the side of my fridge. "X!" I screamed towards him as his brown eyes shifted towards me and he scambered underneath my kitchen table. I then looked at my laptop and it had a message blinking on the screen. I went over and it was the OCW Owner. "Thanks Kain, be in Ocw in a few days. Everyone is waiting for you. You do this, you become on Ocw contenders. Good luck kid." I clutched my fists and yelled in my house. I was so excited, just the chance to compete against top notch talent once again. But I shouldn't take this lightly. Not one bit. My yelling attracted the attention of my sleeping wife. "Whats Wrong?." I went into Bedroom, and sat down on the bed. I looked at her dark green eyes and held her in my arms. "Desiree, I have a chance to show off my talent again honey." She gave out a little smile, and said " You will do fine u always have." As i walk to grab my bag and turn and look into her eyes and say" ill be home soon off to work." Heading out the door to my car the phone rings its my wife " We love you and are always behide. Have fun."

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*The camera fades in and we see Jim Black sitting down in the interview room at OCW Headquarters. There is one other chair in the room and it's occupied by New Comer Damien Kain. They are sitting there bullshitting before the camrea starts to record. Black: Hello everyone and welcome to this exclusive on OCWfed.com. We are meeting with a new comer to the league for the first time let me welcome Damien Kain Damien: Thank you Jim I'm glad to be here. Black: What is it like coming into Ocw? Damien: I wanted to join a company thats been around for a while with great superstars. After searching around OCW fit the call. Around for 6 yrs and having a great roster. I made Ocw my first choice. Black: Let me be the first to welcome you to the league and cant wait to see you in action. Damien: (Grins) Yes, when i'm called up for a match i'll be willing and ready. Black: What was your plans for OCW? Damien: My plans are simple be the best i can be and eventally hold some type of gold here. Black:(Looking into the camera) It looks like Damien is set. He just looking for the chance to show off his skills here in OCW. Thanks for stoppin by Damien. Damien: Thanks for having me Mr. Black. (Reaches put to shake his hand) *The screen pulls back to get a full looks at Damien wearing red black and white army pants a white hoodie with CG on it. *As it pulls back a little farther Damien stands up looks at the camera and says "See U Soon Guys"

I'll be there...love to be on the card>>