The light in the isolated room flickers. A flash of light appears in the blackness and the silhouette of an angel appears. Then the silhouette of a hand emerges from the shadows and finally appeared a trident.
Then the lights went out for a moment and all that filled the room for seconds was blackness.
I turned the corner and stared directly into the camera. My eyes were blood shot, my hair had parts of it ripped out and my beard was overgrown. I pulled at my hair and shuddered whilst staring down the camera lens.
My voice was a lost whisper, but as I grow further into my speech my voice gained strength and meaning. Each word had presence and truly meant something. I certainly was not myself.
“The one that they call Cain. Oh dear, oh dear. I know what you are going through. I know, I truly do. Your strength is being taken away from you like blood from a leech. It feels like it is being sucked out of you as the weeks go by and you continue to struggle, something that you are not used to. That much has happened to me before, I recall it was a dark time. No time is as dark as this though. I feel you may either be the luckiest or the unluckiest man on the planet. I can tell you now that I am not quite sure what I will do in that ring tonight. I very may well go on a rampage like none other. Or I very may well be so numb that I do not feel myself slipping away...”
I knew how weak I was feeling right now. Losses to Arryn Connolly, Griffin MacAllister & Tony Santos all in the space of 7 days had eaten away at me from the inside. I continued to tell people I was okay, but I was not. Tony and Griffin have always been tough but I have never lost to a woman before. I should have won that match and I knew that in my head that was the turning point for me. The point of weakness.
“The thing is Cain, I do not care what you call yourself. The last son of Eden or any of that other biblical horse shit. I may well be on a bad run of form, but I am no false man. The honesty inside of you is long gone. Do you really think strangling a doctor to death whilst you demand that he calls you God is proving anything? What a moronic statement to make. That doctor's wife and children were waiting for his return that day, and what an explanation they must have received. Sorry, but your husband is dead because some deluded cunt thought that he was god. There is only one true God, Cain, and his name is death. You are not death. You are exactly what the rest of us are, mere mortals and you may continue to claim to be anything else but I'm not buying it.”
I have never believed in any faith or religion. I merely saw it as a reason to create awkward social tensions and war.
“The thing is Cain, is that religion is for the week. Faith is for the weak. You are weak. You are clinging onto a myth like a catholic family do. These people, they are growing up with these systematic beliefs and why? It's not like they've been proven wrong by science is it? The reason people cling onto faith and religion is because they fear death. They do not believe that when all is said and done, when you lie six feet under or are burnt to ashes that it is over. Well it is. You become meat for the worms. People have often said that I am ignorant for believing this but why should I believe anything else when there is NO evidence. It angers and frustrates me beyond belief.”
I had to get that off of my chest.
“That doesn't matter though. What truly matters Cain is which Steve Davids is going to show up to that ring on Monday. I have a bad feeling for you, because I can feel the excitement, the adrenaline, the anger running through my veins. And that means hell on earth for you. When I step inside of that ring, I am going to fight you with every last inch of venom that pumps from this heart and that is just the way it's going to have to be. I do not like that you are SO confident in yourself. I do not like that you overlook the Psycho Sensation. I have been a force from the get go and yes, just like everyone else I may well go through the odd bad spell but that does not change the fact that I am a monster in that ring... The torment that I have been through? The torture? That doesn't matter. When I step inside that ring, I believe that there will be a NEW Steve Davids. One that is more focused than ever and if you really think that you Cain, a false god, really stands any chance then not only are you a liar but you are a vile fool. I beg of you to up your game though because you've gone awfully quiet this week? I hope nothing bad has happened. I mean it would be such a shame if you couldn't make it to Madness because your god like self got struck down by lightning or hit by a bus. Then again, you're supposed to be a god so I am sure you can prevent that from happening. Let's see if you can prevent a mere mortal from turning you into a vegetable.”
I laughed to myself and then my blood curdled and my spine tingled. The intensity vanished for a moment and then a grumble could be heard. The shot cut to black as nothing could be heard other than a woman's scream.
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