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Cain · **01-08-2015, 08:39 PM**

Cameras hadn't caught the breakdown of The Messiah of Pain, and he was thankful for that. He wondered though how could all of it have gotten to him of all people? I suppose you could say that a man under as much stress as he was could do with a breakdown from time to time, seeing as how it didn't happen often.

But enough about that. Today was a new day, and The Messiah had a job to do. His job? Be an XWF Superstar. His purpose? Win. He'd decided this morning when he woke up that he would fight as the Beast he was intended to be.

Steve Sayor woke up this morning and knew he had a job to do as well. It was an unenviable task considering their last encounter, but as Cain stood just outside of the line of his sight, he kept a positive attitude. He looked at the red light as it flashed on.

On The Air

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to XWF Exclusive. I'm everyone's favorite backstage reporter, Steve Sayor, and I am trying once again to get a word with Cain Arkham. Well, I was, but he has actually requested this interview time for his upcoming Three Way Dance with-"

"-Let me stop you there, Steven. This will not be a dance, mark my words, but a slaughter!"

"Speak of the devil-"

"-and his herald doth appear, Sayor. Understand that. You know, a lot of people do not talk about me, well, until they are faces with the possibility of stepping into the ring with me. Then, let me tell you..." He grins evilly. "...I am all ears, Sayor."

Cain stood tall, head held high. Win or lose, he always retained his pride. But his style of dress was different. Black wind breaker pants and a shirt that actually paraphrased Brock Lesnar.

Eat
Sleep
Murder
Repeat

Yes, he went there. Steve looked at Cain and cautiously asked his first question.

"Glad to see you're in a better mood, Mister Arkham. I know that last time we met, you stormed out. Why? You had ten minutes of interview time left. Management was not pleased with you that day.

"DillIgaf Steve?"

"Huh?"

"Do I look like I give a fuck? #Dilligaf."

"Well, that makes sense. I guess we're all on Social Media nowadays. Now Cain, the question is, how did it feel going into the match so sure of yourself only to lose to a wom-"

Cain held his clawed hand up in Steve's face.

"-Stop right there, Steven. Understand one thing. Iris Oppenheimer didn't beat me. You see, while she was more powerful than she looked initially, she didn't beat Cain. No. I beat myself by underestimating a woman because of her naive nature and diminutive stature. However...this is the one thing that you and everyone else will grow to understand. It..." he chuckled. "...will not happen again."

"Steve, do you know what predators do? They adapt. The learn from their mistakes. Do you think wolves always ran in packs? That tigers always had such sharp teeth? No, it's all a part of the evolution of a hunter."

"So you're a Darwinist now?"

"No, you idiotic sycophant. I was there to witness the events of the bible, but that doesn't mean I disbelieve evolution. I mean, just look at some of the creatures of this world and time compared to those of billions of years ago. Giant lizards shrank into tiny birds."

Steve tilted his head.

"The dinosaurs weren't in the bible, Cain."

"The bible is history Steven, and dinosaurs are Prehistoric. Like I said, every creature that omnipotent bastard creates evolves. He created me, but Lucifer has evolved me. Now, if you are talking about who HAS evolved, surely you give mention to those who haven't. Example given colon Lucius Fyre. Example given colon Patrick Kissinger."

Steve thought it was odd that Cain actually pronounced the colons in his sentences. But nonetheless, at least the Beast was being...well...civil.

"So I guess you already know about the match for this coming Wednesday?"

"Steve, does Frodo rape grown men? No shit. I knew about it, I knew that eventually that wannabe Fury and I..."

"Fyre...his name is..."

"...Irrelevant to me. But yes, I knew. Now Lucius, he thought he was being a bad ass by jumping hour's truly from behind and hitting me with his stupid finisher. Yes, I said stupid. A Razor's Edge into a Pedigree? I let him have his night that night. Otherwise, he wouldn't even come CLOSE to being able to hit me with that unpolished, rachet looking finisher."

"Moving on."

"Men like Fyre, yes I got it right this time, they seem to think that they are making a name for themselves. They come and attack the big dogs, thinking their bite goes deeper than it actually does. Now Steven, I have a propensity for guessing what the future holds. It's not a supernatural Miss Cleo bullshit type of thing but I can see the cause and effect process. Fyre attacks me. I get pissed. We wrestle. His career dies not with a whimper, but an explosion. That explosion, Steven? My foot in his ass. Next question."

Steve looked unsure of Cain after those last statement.

"Um...you seem sure, but...you were sure about Ir-"

Finally, the real Cain came out. He leaned down, just inches from the face of Sayor and did that thing Theo said he does.

"I said..."

"...next..."

"Question."

"Don't piss me off, boy. Trust me, that's a keg of worms best left closed."

Steve cleared his throat.

"Um...right. So I just wanted to ask you about the other man in this Three Way, and that man is none other than Patrick Kissinger."

Cain grunted.

"Who the fuck is that?"

"Well, he's..."

"Dillygaf, Steve."

"Look, after the revelation I have had I believe I will be ready for anyone. Whether it be a new guy like Kissinger or whether it's a legend like Unknown Soldier. I will be ready. Let's focus on Kissinger though, because I don't want the kid to feel left out. Patrick Kissinger is a man who has something without even knowing it. This is a man who has an opportunity to face off against a man who, by all rights, should BE the Universal Champion right now."

"I digress."

"Patrick Kissinger more than likely has no idea of the peril in which the bookers have put his life in. In fact, if I were him, I would just take my rookie ass and walk home. Because, no homo, he's a pretty young man. He has a career ahead of him as a heartthrob type like...well..you know, those guys in Connecticut. From San Antonio. If he still chooses to face me though, he's gonna end up being my prison bitch. Nuff' said."

A sigh of relief from Sayor. After all, he knew that when Cain said things like that, it meant the interview was over. It meant that he had gotten out with his neck in tact. He smiled for the camera and began to sign off.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this has been Steve Say-"

Cain grabbed Sayor roughly and swung him around for what appeared to be a Rock Bottom. Cain then leamed forward, Steve's legs positioned out behind him, then he swung his body weight backwards. CRASH!!!! He sent Steve through a hard wooden bench positioned behind the men, a shower of splinters flying everywhere. Cain crawled over an unconscious, bloodied Sayors, and looked straight into the camera, eyes flashing red.

"The fires of hell call for a sacrifice."

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