The scene opens on Cain, leaned back against a wall in the arena, cancer stick between his pursed lips. He raises a lighter up, sparks igniting the butane as he strikes the flint. The flames dance on the end of the cigarette and Cain puffs a few times, before exhaling smoke from his nose. He looks at the camera.

Cain: It's exactly as I thought. Hooded Man is a coward. Probably useless.

What he doesn't realize is that for mortals such as himself, time is fleeting. You beta humans, you have about a hundred years. Some have more. Those are the lucky ones, they say. Though I cannot imagine how forgetting everything and shitting oneself can be considered lucky.

Something I'll never know, being the third human ever created. Ironic, isn't it?

He pushes off the wall, ducking his ashes in the floor of the arena. He inhales a huge amount of smoke, blowing it out into the air as he does. He chuckles.

Cain: I am over a thousand years old, yet I look to be in my early twenties. Because God rewarded me for killing my brother. No, you see, this is no curse. I am the Earth's most powerful being, chosen by GOD himself to embody his murderous wrath.

When I think about it, my true form finally revealed itself the day Jesus Christ was born. Because I felt something within me, growing stronger as absolute good appeared on the shitball called Earth. I felt that I knew my true purpose when I learned of his purpose.

Now...

Jesus, his purpose is to offer salvation through mercy. Compassion. Through showing sinners who repent their transgressions forgiveness. But as I am the embodiment of GOD's wrath, my purpose is to punish them. Offer them salvation through death. Destruction. Hate.

There must be a balance, correct? But even you all see it. You all see that good is boring. Helping old ladies cross the street? Not my style. It just seems that EVERY one wants to be some hero.

They want to hear the fans chanting their name, but me? I'd rather they hate me. I'd rather they boo. Because a creature such as myself, I feed on hate.

The scene fades momentarily and changes. This can't be the same time period. No. As the camera pans around we are treated to a smokey battle field. The air is penetrated by the sound of anguished screams, and the source? A rag tag group of villagers, being ransacked by Cain's blackguard.

Vyrna and Alzere had a standoff that day, as only a handful of their troops were left. Their swords clashed and sparks flew through the air as their remaining men looked on. Alzere sidestepped a strike from Vyrna and tripped her, sword held at the prone woman's throat.

Alzere: Surrender, follower of Cain! Your master's reign is no more!

Vyrna spat blood into the face of her sworn enemy.

Vyrna: Hah! My master's reign will never end!

As soon as the man raised his blade high into the air, foot planted on Vyrna's bosom, the scene faded back to Cain, who sat on a table in a crowded yet silent cafeteria. I'm sure it would have been loud if all the people weren't slumped over, blood dripping corpses. Cain smirks

Cain: Humans. So easy to destroy, yet so tasty.

As for fear? Fear is a force most powerful. Fear can destroy anything. Fear is even more powerful than love, and do you all know why?

Just imagine it. You've been dating your significant other for years, upon years, upon years. But just when it's time to pop the question, your fear leaves you paralyzed. You're unable to carry out what is in your heart. Because of fear.

Last week, I faced Ghost Tank. He used to be a formidable competitor. He even had the good doctor D'villes backing at one time. Much like the brother hood believed in me, so did the Asylum believe in Ghost Tank.

He used to be formidable.

But as soon as he felt that first tinge of fear upon seeing me, I could feel his walls crumbling. I could feel it, and feed upon his fear. Then what happened? I burned Ghost Tank. I left him lying in a fetal position, even after all he was capable of doing to me.

Yes. Maybe he was formidable. Maybe he was even dominant, but noone can ever fully dominate me. At least not for long...

As for you, "Hooded Man", I can feel it. I can smell it. Your fear. If I were in your shoes, I'd hide my face as well. Who are you but a man who cannot beat Mastermind, save by a countout?

Here we go again with the weird melting affect into the past. When last with left the flashback, we saw Alzere pinning Vyrna with his foot, sword held high into the smoking grey air. He hesitated though, asking a simple question.

Alzere: Have you any last words, Blackguard? Because once I kill you, I will end your master's tyranny of our town.

Vyrna simply muttered two words, her body weakened from the fight.

Vyrna: Watch....out...

Alzere narrowed his eyes and then let out a loud battlecry. He made the decision to thrust his blade down through her throat, but then he yelled out in pain. The sharp black tip of an obsidian arrow exploded through his chest, an explosion of blood coming through with it.

The path of the arrow is followed back almost a mile and we see the King of Murderers, grinning evilly. Scene once again fades, but the close up of Cain's face remains. Four hundred years ago, he'd protected his interests. Now...

Cain: Four hundred years ago, Hooded Man. Four hundred years ago, I gave men a reason to fear me. Now? I continue to do so to this day.

Tomorrow night, Hooded Man, it's Last Man Standing. Though it saddens me that it cannot be a Last Man Living match, I believe you and I have the very same goal going into this match. You and I, we want to destroy one another. Or at least I think you want to destroy me. No matter.

You might as well commit ritual seppuku. It would be fitting, seeing as how we ARE in Japan.

Cain shrugs.

Cain: You can't win this one by countout, whelp. The fires of hell demand yet another sacrifice.