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Cain · **06-27-2015, 03:16 PM**

Fontana Said:CAIN! You my friend have done pissed me off! I'm here to tell you that there is only ONE monster in this company and your freaking looking at him! Cain you said you "demoted" yourself to the Madness brand for practice! Well I'm sorry about your luck son because there is nothing bush league about me! I am the future of this company! When I win this match...and I will win...but when I make that three count...It's going to be on your big ass. Don't make me tell you I told you so Cain! See you in New Zealand Bitch!

"Oh. I'm scared. Yeah."

The young lady with the raven black hair looked at Cain, searching his face for any truth to the statement. However, what she saw were the doorways into Hell she was used to as he stared at her nude form, almost shying away from him. She knew him. She'd known him for over two hundred years. The truth was that he'd trained her, and given her his mark when she was still a virgin.

You see, virgins are easy to corrupt. Nubile young things, made by God for Cain's amusement. Cain motioned and watched as she slipped her kimono back on, getting dressed before him. She spoke demurely.

"Permission to speak, my lord?"

A slight incline of his chin, followed by the lighting of a cigarette gave her the okay. The Beast was listening.

"Well, sir, he seems rather determined. Almost like that Lucius Fyre fellow. Perhaps he believes that he has found the chink in your armour, m'lord. Why does this not concern you?"

Cain walked over to the window of the building and looked out as lightning illuminated the dark New Zealand sky. He inhaled the smoke from his cigarette and let it out slowly, smoke wafting through the air.

"It doesn't concern me because he should know full well what I am capable of. Now whether he chooses to believe it or not is on him. Though, I will give him credit. He is the only one of my three sacrifices who has shown the testicular fortitude to speak his mind.

Cain chuckled.

"To say that I am confident in my abilities would be an understatement."

She looked at her master quietly, afraid to speak. He had spoken to her, yes. But her respect for him was so great that she hung onto his every word. He looked at her through the corner of his eye and she felt herself quiver as a cold chill ran up her spine.

"Um..."

"Your thoughts, my sweet Vyrna?"

"It's just that...well, it's just that he seems so determined, my lord. You can see it in his eyes."

"True. But I see something else in his eyes. I see fear. If I was close to him, I'd smell it. Understand?"

She understood all too well. She remembered the time he was routed by an entire army. She also remembered the looks on their faces as he took everything they had to offer and only managed to come back stronger. It was fear. He fed on this fear as if it was red meat and he was a lion.

He was a young lion after all. Just coming into his prime at this time, he had become a bonafide professional wrestler. He wasn't "The Rock", Ric Flair, or even The Undertaker. No. He'd modeled his in ring style as of late after another well known beast in Brock Lesnar. Some say that he did it better. Its a matter of debate.

"Got somethin' to say? Any thoughts?

She couldn't see herself disagreeing. Not only because she had no doubt in her master but also because she knew how unstable he could be. She knew that it mattered not whether you were male, female, young, or old that he had a pension for murder. Of course...well, that's a story for the "other show". She nodded curtly.

"No m'lord, just wanted to wish you luck is all."

He arched a brow.

"Luck? Pft. I am The Beast, I need no such thing."

"But...I just wanted to say it because...well, I l-"

At best, he found her oncoming profession of love for him to be laughable. This black heart, it was cold and filled with hate. It is what made him a creature of pure darkness, a destroyer of men. He shook his head.

"Leave me, woman. I've business to attend to."

She bowed her head, hair falling into her face as she does. She shrank into the darkness.

"Yes, m'lord."

That short conversation was out of the way and the Killer King glad. He stood there for a moment, watching the storm clouds, lightning dancing in the darkness as rain began to pelt the glass window.

"I see you all watching. Wondering what's going on, why I let these cameras into my life. Into my home. Although its quite simple, you idiots probably don't understand. You're stupid. Naive to the darkness which surrounds you. Because your parents tell you as a child that there are no such thing as monsters, but..." He smirked knowingly. "...mommy and daddy lied. You're looking at a monster, the reason you piss your pants at night. But you'll remain blind to the danger in front of you..." He looks straight into the camera. "....won't you, Fontanna?"

As small of a "potato" as Fontanna was to the Beast, he had heard and listened to every word he'd said. He chuckled.

"Did I somehow strike a nerve, Fontanna? You seem as if you are, I don't know, angry about something? I can't quite put my finger on it though. I can feel the rage burning within you. I can see it in your eyes, human. But I can see something else as well, Fontanna. I can see fear deep in those stupified orbs you call eyes. I can see it that you want to believe yourself when you say you will pin me, but that conviction in your voice is false like your mom's tits. Are you getting angry at what I say or what you know? You know you can't beat me. Don't fool yourself kid, you won't pin me. And I wonder, what contrived bullshit excuse will you make?"

He laughed.

"Hopefully none, I can't stand it when a man emasculates himself with excuses."

"I must at the very least say that you're more of a man that Ethan Bird or Thunderbolt X. On a side note of mild unimportance, you could put those two ass pirates together, call them Thunderbird X and they still wouldn't amount to enough to even dent me. Just like your empty threats, they'd be failures in the worst way. The way that they are failing now...well...that's just terrible. The saying is "its better to have tried and failed than never try at all". The misfortune of the situation is that I don't see either putting up so much as a small fight. Its sad."

"But you, Fontanna, you are different. You've balls, my boy. Either that or you're just fucking stupid. I'd vote for the latter of the two, with consideration to you allusion to my reinvention. Let's shoot for a moment, shall we?"

Cain turned and walked across the room, camera catching a glimpse of a trophy case. The gold and silver inside is illuminated by the fluorescent case light. There's the RTX Championship. Then there's the Ark of the Covenant championship. There's the GLCW Television Championship. The NECW Revolutionary Championship. Then...an empty spot.

Cain's smile fades and he points a clawed finger at that spot.

"The real story of the situation is, I have been in this business for a while. I've won numerous titles, beaten huge names, and I've trained with some prominent names. "The Spirit of Vengeance" Jim Draven. The Assassin Chris Freytag. Under many names have I "played" the game. Gideon Frost. Romulus Winters. Soooo many different gimmicks, soooo many reinventions repackaged. But you see, I am what I am. What I am is a Beast. What I am is a cold, callous murderer. That's a shoot. I am Cain. I am two thousand year old killer, which I shouldn't even mention! Right?!"

The camera zoomed in for an extreme close up of Cain's eyes, a burning determination on display.

"I am also a man who loves this business, and one thing I have never done is become a World Champion. The Hart Championship? It is only the beginning, Fontanna and..." his eyes flash as he issues this final warning, ominous music playing. "...I *will* make you three the three steps to that sweet belt."

"Over."

"Your."

"Dead."

"Bodies."

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