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Chapter One - Genesis (Part Nine)
Topic Started: Jun 28 2008, 12:30 PM (271 Views)
Kaden
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It was only a few hours ago since I had been handed the book that I now held in my hands. It was a red leather bible. I could smell the oldness from it as I turned it over again and read the word out loud that was scratched into the leather.

‘KHARN’

It was like the word was stalking me ever since Arrant had disappeared from my life all of those weeks ago. Was it a taunt or was it a message to me? I wasn’t sure as I stood in the Canadian sunlight in the middle of Toronto in the middle of a busy street. The high brick buildings either side of me stood like a prison, a prison in which people were bustling about on business or social pleasures. I quickly flicked through the book to see if there was any sort of name or message written inside, however I found nothing. I slowly placed the book into the back pocket of my jeans before walking along the street. The CN tower in which I had been handed the book towered in the background like a great building watching over the city below. As I wandered the streets and thought about what the book might be and who the person was that gave it to me, I cursed myself for dismissing the carrier of the book so quickly. I had assumed that the guy was some kind of religion nut, but just like when I assumed that I could beat Alex Ross last week, my assumptions had been shot down just when I was too late to do anything about it.

I was sure that I would make no such assumptions this week. I had to get my eye back on the prize and push the thoughts of finding the cult of Kharn to the back of my mind. It seemed like they were trying to contact me, so I would sit back and let them. I had things to concentrate, no less the SVO PPV that was only a few days away.

I glanced my eyes up at the large billboard that was pasted to the side of the tall building at the end of the street. The main figures on the billboard were that of the current World Heavyweight Champion Psyko Stevo and of the man that beat me last week, Alex Ross. I had been booked in a match against a lot of different people for the Las Vegas title. Not many of the people I had been booked against were big household names, and I couldn’t help but think that if things had been different maybe I would have my face up on that billboard with Alex Ross and Psyko Stevo. If I had concentrate more, if I had focused more then maybe just maybe I would have done much more with the SVO in the time that I had been here and accomplished a whole lot more. Hell I could have done so much more, sure I was undefeated up until last week, but if I had beaten the man that had earned himself a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship then surely people would have to sit up and take notice.

Maybe that was my destiny, maybe I was supposed to rise to the top of the SVO.

It started to click into place. Maybe that was why Arrant had placed me into the SVO? Maybe he wanted me to rise to the top and win what the federation had to offer, perhaps it was part of his bigger plan.

As I continued to look up at the huge banner that took pride and place at the end of the street, I couldn’t help but be envious of Psyko Stevo and Alex Ross as there image towered over the city’s population. Both guys had reached the top of the federation, and I wanted what they had. I knew nothing about my past, but I knew that I could be a force to be reckoned with in the SVO in my future. I seemingly had some kind of fighting training in my past because of the moves I seemed able to execute as second nature, however I wasn’t sure how far these moves could take me, I knew I still had potential that was untapped.

Countdown to Violence was only a few days away, but violence wasn’t the only thing that was counting down. A countdown to my destiny was approaching and this Sunday I was determined to do all that I could to make sure it would be realised. As I continued to walk down the street I felt that feeling pulsating through my body again. I felt the sound of drums in my head, it was like they were pulling me towards something. I had been hearing them ever since I woke up at that show in Sweden with no memory of who I was, but in recent weeks they had been getting louder and louder. Just like the word ‘Kharn’ was following me around, the drumming in my head was getting louder and louder, as if something was coming.

Thump, Thump, Thump.

Something was coming.

Thump, Thump, Thump.

Something that would change everything for ever.

Thump, Thump, Thump.

The SVO would never be the same again.

Thump, Thump, Thump.
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