06-01-2014, 05:06 PM
He sat there quietly for a moment as the cameras focused on him. And he was alone. No Miako. No Lillith. Just Cain. The Master of Pain leaned back in his lounge chair, and stared out the window, the light of the full moon illuminating his beast like features. Of course, at this moment, he'd taken a very human like appearance. He spoke, as if to noone in particular.
"The Saybrook Serial Killer...
Said the Master of Pain. He believed that he had heard that somewhere. He smirked and steepled his fingers in front of himself, like some sort of evil genius.
"...The King of Darkness, oh yes...hahaha..."
It was his belief, at one time, that names were just that. Names. But over the years, things had changed. He had evolved. Yes, there was the two thousand year old murderer named Cain. But there was also the pro wrestler. The decorated champion of the Independents. A side of Cain that Duke or any of the XWF had ever seen.
"...you know what I am, Duke. But do you know exactly who I am? I doubt it. I cannot account for the rest of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation but you? People, including myself, call you a legend. You are, in fact, one of the most well known names of the XWF. Right up there with Morbid Angel, Duke. I have faced many legends in my career...well...legends in their own companies. Champions, Hall of Famers, Hardcore Kings. Entire factions gunning for my hide due to a shift of power surfacing whenever my boot hit the grounds of theirs. THEIR company. Oneman in particular was so jealous of me that he tormented me endlessly.."
Deep, throatly chuckle.
"I feel like I am repeating myself. These replays though will be...hahaha...well, they will show you that I am not just a gimmick. Mister Steel, you see, was so afraid to actually wrestle me that..."
"...he sent me down to Mexico. FUCKING Mexico, Duke. Imagine this Don Johnson looking mother fucker going as far as to try and send my ass to Mexico because HE wasscared. A fucking HALL of FAMER. Scared to wrestle..."
Sarcastic tone, smirked.
"...a rookie. Right, Duke? Or your messenger? Whatever. You say I am a rookie, but what you have failed to understand is that...this is NOT my freshmen year at High School. This is NOT my first big dance, "amigo". Haha. I learned that in Mexico. But back on topic Duke, I've fought and one just as many..."
"...Matches. Hell, I fucking had a street fight with Haku and won. Bitch ran away because, and I quote..."
His voice actually CHANGED to that of the Tongan wrestler...
"But Sebastian, I digress. As a matter of fact, barring the glimpses into my career history I have given you, why don't we put the past behind us? I mean, sure, I could bring up the fact that you are supposedly a serial killer....oh....wait..." he stroked his chin in thought, an evil glint his eyes. "...didn't you murder your own wife? Hrmf, seems that somehow...somewhere, I heard you did. A little bird told me that you were FORCED to kill her, but I believe you did so from Malice. I mean, come on Duke. What did she do? Was dinner cold when you came home? Did she forget to pack your son's lunch?"
Cain gasped, placing a hand over his mouth.
"Oh shit! He's dead too, is he not? Heh...sometimes I forget myself in the midst of these interviews. I forgot myself and my manners just fly out the fucking window. But I wonder..." He tapped his chin in profound thought. "...do you ever wish your son was alive? That your wife was alive? That you three could be a happy family? Ahhh...nah, you're Sebastian Duke." Cain made air quotes. Yes. Air quotes. "...King of Darkness. Soooo...you won't mind if I have Lillith ressurect your wife so I can assrape her? Oh! Fuck yeah..." Big toothy grin "...ressurect your son and give him the chilhood his father couldn't!"
Cain laughed loudly, holding his tight abs.
"Maybe I'll force them BOTH to call me daddy! Lord knows you weren't much of one, eh Duke?"
His facial expression went cold.
"No disrespect intended. "Dad". Hrmf.
And The Master of Pain scoffed.
"The Saybrook Serial Killer...
Said the Master of Pain. He believed that he had heard that somewhere. He smirked and steepled his fingers in front of himself, like some sort of evil genius.
"...The King of Darkness, oh yes...hahaha..."
It was his belief, at one time, that names were just that. Names. But over the years, things had changed. He had evolved. Yes, there was the two thousand year old murderer named Cain. But there was also the pro wrestler. The decorated champion of the Independents. A side of Cain that Duke or any of the XWF had ever seen.
"...you know what I am, Duke. But do you know exactly who I am? I doubt it. I cannot account for the rest of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation but you? People, including myself, call you a legend. You are, in fact, one of the most well known names of the XWF. Right up there with Morbid Angel, Duke. I have faced many legends in my career...well...legends in their own companies. Champions, Hall of Famers, Hardcore Kings. Entire factions gunning for my hide due to a shift of power surfacing whenever my boot hit the grounds of theirs. THEIR company. Oneman in particular was so jealous of me that he tormented me endlessly.."
Quote:...match went out into the alleyway, rain pouring doen on both Ace Steel and Romulus Winters. The surrounding crowd screamed for blood as the "German Giant" locked Steel into a quick front chancery and drove his knees into the sternum of the veteran repeatly. Left, right. Left, right. Clubbing blow tothe shoulder blades and the veteran falls to his knees. Quick heel to the jaw, Ace Steel crumpling onto his back...
Deep, throatly chuckle.
"I feel like I am repeating myself. These replays though will be...hahaha...well, they will show you that I am not just a gimmick. Mister Steel, you see, was so afraid to actually wrestle me that..."
Quote:It was dark. It smelleddank inside the pine box. But Cain wasn't deterred as his eyes fluttered open. He could hear the engines of giant plane engines and felt the vibration beneath his feet. He felt it...something else. A drive to win is what he felt. The Mexican music he heard of the plane? Annoying...
"...he sent me down to Mexico. FUCKING Mexico, Duke. Imagine this Don Johnson looking mother fucker going as far as to try and send my ass to Mexico because HE wasscared. A fucking HALL of FAMER. Scared to wrestle..."
Sarcastic tone, smirked.
"...a rookie. Right, Duke? Or your messenger? Whatever. You say I am a rookie, but what you have failed to understand is that...this is NOT my freshmen year at High School. This is NOT my first big dance, "amigo". Haha. I learned that in Mexico. But back on topic Duke, I've fought and one just as many..."
Quote:Total Wrestling Federation...
2006....
TWF Hog Wild...
The cage hummed with electricity as "The German War Machine" stared down his opponent. Jaddix? He had taken a knee due to exhaustion. Cain? He leaned ginferly against the ropes, blood pouring from his wounds. He is not complete. He is not perfect...yet. Jaddix charged Cain quickly, knowing it was now or never. He'd underestimated the "rookie". Cain ducked a clothesline and came right back with Das Boot...and went for the pin.
1.....2......
He pulled Jaddix up and grinned sadistically, watching electricity arc through the cell...
"...Matches. Hell, I fucking had a street fight with Haku and won. Bitch ran away because, and I quote..."
His voice actually CHANGED to that of the Tongan wrestler...
Quote:"Something wrong with him. Crazy mother fucker."
"But Sebastian, I digress. As a matter of fact, barring the glimpses into my career history I have given you, why don't we put the past behind us? I mean, sure, I could bring up the fact that you are supposedly a serial killer....oh....wait..." he stroked his chin in thought, an evil glint his eyes. "...didn't you murder your own wife? Hrmf, seems that somehow...somewhere, I heard you did. A little bird told me that you were FORCED to kill her, but I believe you did so from Malice. I mean, come on Duke. What did she do? Was dinner cold when you came home? Did she forget to pack your son's lunch?"
Cain gasped, placing a hand over his mouth.
"Oh shit! He's dead too, is he not? Heh...sometimes I forget myself in the midst of these interviews. I forgot myself and my manners just fly out the fucking window. But I wonder..." He tapped his chin in profound thought. "...do you ever wish your son was alive? That your wife was alive? That you three could be a happy family? Ahhh...nah, you're Sebastian Duke." Cain made air quotes. Yes. Air quotes. "...King of Darkness. Soooo...you won't mind if I have Lillith ressurect your wife so I can assrape her? Oh! Fuck yeah..." Big toothy grin "...ressurect your son and give him the chilhood his father couldn't!"
Cain laughed loudly, holding his tight abs.
"Maybe I'll force them BOTH to call me daddy! Lord knows you weren't much of one, eh Duke?"
His facial expression went cold.
"No disrespect intended. "Dad". Hrmf.
And The Master of Pain scoffed.
-End Scene-