07-25-2014, 06:54 PM
A black wall with a chain link fence laid into it, and the Xtreme Wrestling Federation logo in the center. The cameras are rolling and suddenly, we are greeted by the sight of a man. This isn't any man, however. This man is more than a man, he is a demon. This man is a perfect physical specimen who never misses a work out. For those of you unfamiliar with this man, he has been around XWF.com for about two months now. He always dresses nicely, in kayfabe. But this time, at this very moment, this man is dressed in cowboy boots, blue jeans, a Pantera t-shirt, and a custom made genuine leather jacket. His long black hair is tied back, a strand falling on the left side of his face.
Even as an immortal demon, he appears vulnerable. Weak even. The man you are looking at is Cain Arkham, and he looks to be in a very serious mood. He leans back against the wall for a moment, a sigh escaping his lips. He looks at the camera, and speaks.
"Ya know, I don't do this often."
"Normally, when you see me, I am killing men. Raping women. Kidnapping children, turning them to my sick, twisted will."
"I am and forever will be a beast among men."
He looks down for a moment, then looks back up.
"Think what you will of me, it doesn't matter. What matters is what I am, and that is a professional wrestler. You may believe that a man like me, a beast, isn't capable of winning matches without a gross display of my power. This isn't true. What's true is that I know the difference between a hammerlock, and a keylock. I know about leverage. I know that you have a five count before you have to break a hold in the ropes. Yes, believe it or not, I know all that."
The scene switches to a replay of last Wednesday night and we see Cain hit the Devastator on Frodo Smackins. The little man flips in the air, and we get a close up of Cain smiling, the screen going blood red. Then we get Cain once more. He's not smiling right now. He is dead serious.
"Frodo, this isn't personal."
"I am just fucking frustrated. Very much so. Think about it man, I want you and everyone else to consider this. I had Kendall Sawyer beat. Heyman screwed me. Again. Then you offer Danny Scott lube? Really? That seems to me that you thought I was gonna fucking lose. Don't say you didn't offer the shit to him first. I have eyes and ears everywhere. But still. It's nothing personal. Honestly, I wanted to make a statement and you just so happened to be the wrong person.."
Dramatic pause, and finally we get a smirk.
"...at the wrong time."
"You angered me and you paid for it. Your dues are paid."
"Speaking of paying your dues, my partners have paid theirs. Maybe I haven't, but each and every week I come out there and work my ass off. Why? Is it because those people out in that crowd chant my name and catch phrases? Or is it the latent predator inside me, having to prove his dominance? Whatever it is, I need to say that one way or the other these mortals will respect me. A wise man said...if you don't like, learn to love it...because it's the best thing going today!"
Cain suddenly throws his head back and howls.
"WoooooOooOoooooooooo!"
"So...here's the thing. Morbid. Peter. I would advise you not to trust me, because if it meant getting ahead in this company I wouldn't think twice about sticking the knife in your back. But Monday Night, we three bad asses have a task. A common task, and that is the tie we have. This tie is a blood tie, boys, because the three of us want to make the fake Mafia bleed. So trust me or not...we have to conquer. We are made from greatness, and forged in the fires of hell like Satan's own weapons."
"My only mission?"
The scene fades to black slowly, Cain's eyes glowing bright red.
"Sacrifice."
Even as an immortal demon, he appears vulnerable. Weak even. The man you are looking at is Cain Arkham, and he looks to be in a very serious mood. He leans back against the wall for a moment, a sigh escaping his lips. He looks at the camera, and speaks.
"Ya know, I don't do this often."
"Normally, when you see me, I am killing men. Raping women. Kidnapping children, turning them to my sick, twisted will."
"I am and forever will be a beast among men."
He looks down for a moment, then looks back up.
"Think what you will of me, it doesn't matter. What matters is what I am, and that is a professional wrestler. You may believe that a man like me, a beast, isn't capable of winning matches without a gross display of my power. This isn't true. What's true is that I know the difference between a hammerlock, and a keylock. I know about leverage. I know that you have a five count before you have to break a hold in the ropes. Yes, believe it or not, I know all that."
The scene switches to a replay of last Wednesday night and we see Cain hit the Devastator on Frodo Smackins. The little man flips in the air, and we get a close up of Cain smiling, the screen going blood red. Then we get Cain once more. He's not smiling right now. He is dead serious.
"Frodo, this isn't personal."
"I am just fucking frustrated. Very much so. Think about it man, I want you and everyone else to consider this. I had Kendall Sawyer beat. Heyman screwed me. Again. Then you offer Danny Scott lube? Really? That seems to me that you thought I was gonna fucking lose. Don't say you didn't offer the shit to him first. I have eyes and ears everywhere. But still. It's nothing personal. Honestly, I wanted to make a statement and you just so happened to be the wrong person.."
Dramatic pause, and finally we get a smirk.
"...at the wrong time."
"You angered me and you paid for it. Your dues are paid."
"Speaking of paying your dues, my partners have paid theirs. Maybe I haven't, but each and every week I come out there and work my ass off. Why? Is it because those people out in that crowd chant my name and catch phrases? Or is it the latent predator inside me, having to prove his dominance? Whatever it is, I need to say that one way or the other these mortals will respect me. A wise man said...if you don't like, learn to love it...because it's the best thing going today!"
Cain suddenly throws his head back and howls.
"WoooooOooOoooooooooo!"
"So...here's the thing. Morbid. Peter. I would advise you not to trust me, because if it meant getting ahead in this company I wouldn't think twice about sticking the knife in your back. But Monday Night, we three bad asses have a task. A common task, and that is the tie we have. This tie is a blood tie, boys, because the three of us want to make the fake Mafia bleed. So trust me or not...we have to conquer. We are made from greatness, and forged in the fires of hell like Satan's own weapons."
"My only mission?"
The scene fades to black slowly, Cain's eyes glowing bright red.
"Sacrifice."
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