Steve Sayers has been in the business for a while now. Everyone knows his face, including all the fans who surround the ring in which he currently stands. Steve us dressed pretty nicely. A really presentable young man, ready to be a professional and perform an interview. This isn't an interview with just anyone, either. You can tell it in his body language that he, Steve Sayers, is a little afraid. In fact, you can see a little shiver in his legs and a frown on his face. He comments to himself, calming himself... "Alright Steve. It's okay. He's not going to kill you. Why would he? This is national television." and with that, he swallows back his fear and speaks out loud.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's good to be back in North Carolina!"

The fans give their obligatory cheap pop. Steve really knows how to work them, going so far as to mention the Tar Heels and get a chant started. He has them in the palm of his hand. Maybe they will protect him against the monster. He hopes so. He opens his mouth and begins to speak once more.

"My guest tonight, North Carolinians, is a man who has been making waves here lately. Win or lose, this man ALWAYS seems to come back. He cannot die. He is eternal. Please help me in welcoming the FORMER RTX Champion..."

The lights dim.

"The Demon Prince..."

As "O Fortuna" by Therion blasts from the PA, blood seemingly oozes from the Xtron. Though, we all know, it's just high tech, high definition tv. A ring of flames slowly circles the center of the stage, and Steve Sayers exclaims as the lights come up to a dark red hue...

"CAAAAAAIIIIIINNNN!"

Dressed in a solid black armani, with gator shoes and aviator shades on, Cain rises from the stage. I mean literally, the monster appears to have arisen from hell itself. He walks down towards the ring with a stride in his step, his confidence undeterred by his recent losses. He isn't limping either, and it's as if he is in the best shape of his life. Sayers slowly backs up into a nearby corner as Cain storms the ring and makes his way to a corner. He stares out over the sea of humanity, and then climbs down and stares down at Sayers. A single spotlight hits the two. Everything else is darkness. Sayers gulps.

"Well...um...Cain..."

Hundreds of sets of glowing red eyes begin to slowly appear in the audience.

"Yes, Steven?"

"On Thursday Night Warfare, you make a rare appearance for the show against one Danny Scott. Now this match is a First Blood match, and the loser gets sodomized. So tell me, how do you feel about these stipulations?"

"Well, Steven..." he smirks. "..I am not worried in the least bit about these stipulations. After all, IF I lose, I've been raped bedore. That's no secret. Hell, everyone brings it up, like it's going to hurt my feelings. I just bring it up because I don't give a fuck. Not one. Not even a porn star fuck. And everyone knows, that they give a LOT of fucks. So how do I feel? I feel like it's just business as usual, and Daniel Scott is just like...well, he's like a vacation day. Shit, I've bled before. But do you know what..." [/color] His grin broadens, eyes flashing."...but making people bleed? Oh, that's...hehe...that's fun!"[/color]

The insanity can be seen. Something has snapped in the once calm, yet Satanic beast. Once again, Steve gulps as Cain begins staring dead at him, an evil smile forming on his lips. Steve loosens his shirt collar.

"Uh...why are you..."

"....you look like food to me, Sayers."

"Ummm...no way...y-y-you wouldn't want me." Steve ran his hands nervously over his body, as if to deter Cain. "L-look, I'm fat. I'll clog your arteries.

Cain gives Sayers a once over, backing him up into a corner. His evil grin doesn't fade in the least bit as he corners the small announcer. Suddenly, he perks his ears.

"Do you hear them, Sayers?"

"H-h-hear who? I don't hear anyone!"

"The demons...my subjects...they speak to me...they're calling for a..."

As if on cue, the crowd begins chanting...

(Sac-ri-fice!)

(Sac-ri-fice!)

(Sac-ri-five!)

The predator smells his prey, licking his lips. Sayers stays perfectly still in that corner, though he can't help but quiver in fear. Suddenly, the lights go out. When those very same lights come back up, Sayers now lays in a crucified position in the center of the ring, his pants soaked with piss. Tears flowing down his cheeks as he stares up at the lights. Cain, however, has dissappeared.

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