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Cain · **08-27-2014, 01:07 PM**

The packed arena. A televised house show. Thousands of adoring XWF fans, screaming at the top of their lungs. Awaiting the arrival of a superstar, a particular superstar. One whom they know better than to cheer. But we all know that nowadays, the "heels" are the "babyfaces". There are no heroes, however, there are anti-heroes. The arena goes dark.

As the speakers crackle to life, the fans chant "CAIN!" with the beat. The lights flicker, coming up to a shade of red. Standing at the top of the ramp, camera quickly zooming in on him, is Cain. He is dressed like a modern day Ric Flair, all black with a red tie. Expensive armani suit, gucci loafers, rolex, aviator shades. He slowly raises his arms, chin inclined with pride as sparks shower him from the ceiling, and he's soaking in the cheers of the fans with the cockiest and most sadistic. He makes his way down to the ring with a swagger, smacking the hands of a few fans. A few fans who have actually sliced open the palms of their hands, sharing blood with the innovator of murder. The future of darkness. He rounds the ring, stepping onto the first step...ascending to the second. The third...the ring apron. He steps through the ropes and heads to the center of the ring, taking a crucified pose, head bowed as flames erupt behind him. A microphone rolls under the ropes and Cain grabs it. He plays to the crowd a bit more...

"CAIN!"

"CAIN!"

"CAIN!"

The chants last even as the ambience of the arena returns to normal. He awaits silence, the lights once again going dark...a single spotlight falling on him. Cain speaks.

"This all began when I murdered my brother over two millenia ago..." he chuckles low...silightly insane. "...and now my evil children...my...Cainaanites, you worship me as a God. But..." He holds a clawed finger up. "...there are some amongst us that do not see my vision. There are some that call me a fraud. A fake. A false messiah, if you will."

He is of course referring to those such as Conan O'brien who mock his legacy. His very lineage. These Cainaanites are all booing as he names of the names of all those who doubt him. But he gets a hopeful smile. Creepily hopeful.

"I forgive. I forgive them because they know not what they do. They do not understand their own words. In an age of internet...in an age of television...video games...facebook...the "information age", they all seek to prove that their word is fact. They want to prove me wrong, and for that, I do not fault them. I blame the parents who lie to children. Oh, sure, an immortal fat man has a bunch of little midgets with pointy ears make toys. Then he delivers them all in ONE night. But a two thousand year old veast can't be real. A aix foot rabbit hides eggs for children to find on one day of the year, but the "boogey man" is just a FIGMENT of their imagination. They lie to the young ones about the monsters under their bed. Why? To protect them, I suppose. We wouldn't want little Jimmy to grow up and worship Satan because he sees how powerful and real the devil really is, now would we?"

His eyebrows arch downward, his grin becoming one of sheer evil.

"Then we have what we had with poor Sacrelidge." He clears his throat as the Cainaanites boo, obviously disliking the imposter. "I wouldn't call Sacrelidge a man, no. I wouldn't call him a dog, no. Dogs and men were above the late man, Satan torture his soul. You see, this worm sought to dethrone me. He sought to make a mockery of my art, which is the art of murder. Now I may have lost to the likes of Sebastian Duke. Eli James defeatede. Steve Davids even got lucky, but Sacrelidge...well, he disrespected me. He thought he could defeat me, but he was sorely mistaken. He paid the ultimate price for dishonoring the name of Cain Arkham. His death should be a message...a warning..."

We hear the chants of Cain growing ever louder as the Xtron lights up with a brutal death scene. We see Cain literally cutting poor Sacrelidge to pieces. Then we see him torturing the man with a bag of salt, then we see Cain, in a scene reminiscent of werewolf movies, tear Sac to pieces. The scene cuts back to Cain. A very serious Cain Arkham.

"...to all those who seek to mock me."

"Say it with me..." He speaks four words, the fans gettimg behind him and beginning to chant. "...Cain's gonna kill you!"

They chant mockingly..like nananabooboo...

Cain's gonna kill you.

Cain's gonna kill you.

Cain's gonna kill you.

The crowd is deafening by now. Cain grins evilly.

"Which brings me to..." His eyes flash red under his shades. "...my next Sacrifice."

He is, of course, speaking of his opponent for Monday Madness. Deep down he thought about the fact about the words "You can't win on Madness.". Of course, a newfound confidence had found him, as he continues.

"Griffin."

"What is a Griffin? Well, in Greek mythology, a Griffin is a majestic creature. A griffin is the cross between a lion, and an eagle. Hell, you can even see it in Harry Potter. But this Griffin, this human...he is neither majestic nor legendary. He is an insane, girl scout cookie eating moron who had the BALLS to accept my challenge. Griffin is a man who has the BALLS to say that he is not afraid of me." The camera zooms, and Cain waggles his finger. "I am addressing you personally now, Griffin. Listen up as you should feel blessed that I have once more decided it fit to waste my time on the likes of you. Come Monday Night, I want you to look above that ring. What you see is a prize to you, but to me...well, it's just a box of thin mint cookies. Made by girl scouts, which is disappointing to me. I was hoping they were made from real girl scouts. But, I digress. Because Griffin...you are my prize. Your blood is my prize, and come Monday night..." He raises his shades and his black pools of his eyes show..."...I'm gonna kill you."

An eerie silence strikes the arena before the chants start up once more...

Cain's gonna kill you.

Cain's gonna kill you.

Cain's gonna kill you.

And that, my friends...is what the scene fades out to. That eerie chant. Good luck, Griffin.

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