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Cain · **02-09-2015, 06:12 PM**

He sat in front of that camera, a man defeated. Not a demon. Not an angel. A human being. The angels had abandoned him and he had alienated his demonic benefactors. One would think he was lost because he looked absolutely dejected. Well, what you could see of him anyway. His eyes. His eyes were brown, the pupils...normal. Not flashing red. He waited a few seconds then spoke in a very serious tone.

"As I sat there following my elimination from the rumble, many thoughts ran through my mind. In a silent locker room like this one, you really don't have anything to do BUT think though, so this was expected to happen. It was dark. Lonely. For the first time in forever, I was actually considering my actions."

"You see, my actions had always been to serve another. Lucifer. God. Crowley. I'd never done anything for myself except outright challenging Sebastian Duke. I'd lost that match too. It was becoming commonplace for me to lose."

"But why? I'm fit enough. I am six foot eight, two hundred ninety eight pounds. I am schooled in twenty seven mixed martial arts as well as Greco Roman wrestling. My skills in the ring shouldn't be in question. I mean, my words to Heyman kept ringing in my own ears."

"Warriors do not care who they fight."

"In retrospect, perhaps that wasn't entirely true. I meant what I said. I didn't care who I fought. But am I truly a warrior if I am merely fighting for no goal other than that? Just to fight? That's not what makes a warrior. Big words and threats do not make a man a warrior. So what does? I sat there for the longest time in that locker room. I could feel humanity creeping in as the powers of the angels abandoned me. Then it struck me."

"Like a bolt of lightning, the epiphany I had of what a true warrior was is this."

"A true warrior fights for a goal. The ancient shaolin warriors fought to maintain peace. Ironic, yes. The warriors of the American Revolution fought for freedom. Native American warriors fought to protect their land. Crusaders fought to spread their beliefs and convert Muslims. These warriors didn't fight because they wanted to...no. They fought because they had to. They fought because they had something to believe in. They fought for a goal."

"All men have goals. I am now a mortal man. Thank the fates I stayed twenty three, but from now on I age and I have to rely on myself to win matches. Not other worldly powers. If my "curse" was a "blessing" this "blessing" is just that though."

"A blessing."

"Humans always had something that I lacked as a heartless monster, and that is what makes them more powerful than the angels. The human spirit now burns within me, and that goal I spoke of earlier? To be the baddest, best mother fCENSOREDer in this business. To rise through the ranks of this business and have my name spoken. To succeed on my own."

"No powers. No gimmicks. Just a badass named Cain."

He sighed.

"My transgressions against mankind may cause me to be hated by some. That's fine. After all, a man can be forgiven, even if he has committed the most atrocious of crimes. However, I do not seek forgiveness for those atrocities. No, I did what I did but I do ask forgiveness from man fans. I seek forgiveness from my own self as well, and that forgiveness is for not living up to my full potential."

"I do have potential, mind you. That potential was always limited. Limited by serving others. Being the emperor's top Gladiator, the King's favorite Knight, Hell's Henchman. As I said, it's time to fight for my own purpose. For myself I will fight. You will remember my name."

"You won't remember my name as a loser. Nor will you call me a failure, because though I will no longer kill, I will break bones. I will win."

His eyes became resolute as he continued.

"By any means necessary."

"You may see me as a broken man now, but you will see me rise. You will watch the rise of Cain Arkham from a front row seat as I dispense with my own brand of greatness. It all starts Monday on Madness."

"But you ask isn't that guy on Warfare?"

"You ask and I say I'll go wherever I want and there isn't sCENSORED anyone can do about it."

Human or not, good or evil, Cain had always wanted to do what he wanted to do. You might even say that he never intentionally killed his brother. He did it under the intentions of another. Lucifer. Lucifer was the one who got his parents banished from Eden. Lucifer went on to plant the seeds of Envy and Lust in the once "good" Cain.

Lust? It was a lust for his parents' and God's favor. That lust as we now know, led to the murder of his younger brother. But from seeds come plants and plants die. He still has that lust, but now it's different. It's a lust for something new. Something, in his opinion, that he has been lacking.

"I told Herod that if you do not have thoughts of shiny trinkets and gold, then you are in the wrong business. I meant what I said. I lust for that Television Title. I know there are seven other..." a light passed over his face and we see a smirk on his lips. "..."men" who lust after the gold as well."

"See, now these guys have the right idea. They know what this business is all about, and that is competition. Competition for pride. Competition for glory. Most of all, competition for gold."

"I want it. I don't care who I have to go through."

"I am still a killer, boys. Only now, I am a killer of dreams."

He nodded his head, his conviction quite strong. You could see it in his newly human eyes that he was dead serious. A new fire burned in the heart of Cain.

"This fire burns! You people may not choose to believe it, but I have what it takes to succeed! I am not a fCENSOREDing failure! Whether or not I am a "beast" or not, I can do this! Do NOT take me lightly!"

He drew in a breath.

"You, C.C. Hollywood, who bragged about never having been pinned or submitted since you came here. You, who believe that will never happen. So who have you fought, Hollywood? Let me think for a moment. Hrm..." He tapped his chin in thought. "...Simon Lyster? I beat him too. A tag team match with a shitty Jesus Christ impersonator? Another win over Aerial Knight and some black dude. Of course, you won a number one contender match for the Prophetic Championship, and I don't recall you taking your opportunity yet. I have actually WON that title, back when it actually MEANT something."

"Anyone can lose, Hollywood. Even you. Never forget that."

Cain just shook his head as he addressed his next opponent.

"Kennedy Nikomedes is running for office. Did you guys hear? Did you care? I didn't. This isn't Washington, Kennedy. Hell, this isn't politics. This is wrestling. Yes, it helps to be able to talk, which you can. But the fact of the matter is, you go around and apologize for saying unkind things about others. What the fCENSORED is that? I saw your little video to Mastermind, and I was so sickened by your lack of conviction that I turned it off. Which means that I didn't watch that crap all the way through."

"Do you want MY vote? If you want my vote, you better damned well start slapping babies and breaking hands because right now you look like a fCENSOREDing pansy."

"Pansies can't hang with bad asses. No way."

"Then there's Scully. I guess I should be intimidated by the fact that you went toe to toe with another curtain jerker named Darren Dangerous. In a scaffold match. I suppose a normal man would, but I am not your average ham and egger. I'm the guy that tossed one of the toughest sobs in XWF off a scaffold. Tommy Gunn. A Heyman guy."

"You don't impress me, Scull-fCENSOREDer."

"Goat Face Killa, I am underwhelmed by you as well. I mean, there you go, talking about putting goats on the line in matches. This isn't the farmer's market. Maybe you're lost. Maybe you think this is some crazy place where men fight for livestock rather than titles."

"What the hell is this world coming to? A man putting his wife on the line in a match he is clearly going to lose. Oh no, it's not this match. It's another, but that's still pretty messed up."

"Weird.......o."

He shrugged.

"I suppose it's a sign of the times though."

"We've got a guy here named after a guy who wore his mother's clothes and a guy who looks like a chick. No. No this D. Shadows. But I am off track, aren't I?"

"Trent Gein, you supposedly have a history here but if you fCENSORED with me, you will be history. I don't care who you are, or where you came from. Just like I don't care about D. Shadows' history."

"Oh hell no."

"The only one I am truly concerned about in this match is Caroline. Do you know why? Because quite fCENSOREDing honestly, I think she's got more balls than any of my opponents. She may be a woman but she is one bad bitch. In another world, the two of us could have wild sex in her parents bed. In which I would tear her a new asshole."

"With my dick."

"Unfortunately though, I have to tear that new orifice open with my foort because with all the fiction that has been going on in my life, you all have to deal with one fact..."

All semblances of smiling and joking faded from his eyes and he said quite plainly... "I have to win so I will. That's bad for all of you, because I will do so by any means necessary."

"This heart of fire is burning proud."

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