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JackCain · **05-15-2017, 01:16 PM**

**The camera fades up to Jack Cain standing in an XWF ring. The unnamed arena is empty. Cain is dressed form head to foot in black, apart from his usual black gloves, he has heavily taped fists, the knuckles are raised - hiding heavy duty knuckledusters. He faces the camera and holds his hands out wide**

Thousands of people Cadryn. Thousands of 'em. All over the world. They can watch me beat you here...

**Cain indicates the ring around him. He goes to leave and the camera suddenly cuts to him in the backstage area**

They can watch me beat you here.

**Cain walks through a door - and is suddenly on the roof of the area. City lights gleam in the distance as traffic pours by many floors below**

They can watch me beat you here.

**Cain vaults over the edge of the roof - and the camera cuts to black - with only the noise of two booted feet landing on a concrete floor. A cigarette lighter ignites, illuminating Cain's face in the darkness. In the background, the faint outline of the arena's boiler room is visible - but the majority of the room is in black**

Or they can just sit there, listen, and hear me destroy you right here. They won't have to see it, Cadryn, because it wouldn't be fair on them. I've thought about it, and this isn't going to be something I want Natalie to watch. This isn't going to be something I want your father going to his grave with.

So maybe it's better we do it here.

I have to do what I'm gonna do Cadryn, but I don't take any pleasure in it. You really think I want to fuckin' break the face of a guy like you? You haven't done anything to me, you ain;t on my radar cos you've done nothing to make it on my radar.

But that ain't a bad thing. That means you ain't a piece of shit. That means you're a decent kid who's tried to live his life the right way, and for all your trash talkin' you can't escape the fact that you're a guy who tries to do what's right. And for that reason I genuinely feel sorry for ya.

Doing that? That holds ya back - stops ya from really going to those places that you really need to if you want to beat a guy like me. And for all the shit Braney Green gave you before, and even though he busted you open and kicked the shit outta ya, Barney Green ain't me. He plays at bein' brutal. He ain't gonna try and pull your fingernails out with a pair of pliers. He ain't gonna try and slice your Achilles tendons so you never walk again. He ain't gonna try and smash bricks into your kidneys so you piss blood for the rest of your life.

He ain't gonna keep goin' when you're in a coma and even though you can't feel it anymore, you're still bein' damaged inside and out.

You can talk all you like about bein' hardened to it. You can talk all you like about bein' a hero and bein' the toughest guy around, but deep down, you're a good man.

And deep down, I'm not.

The point is, when it comes down to it, and when that pain barrier hits you in the face so hard it feels like a Mack Truck, have you got what it takes to get back on your feet and keep goin? You got the guts, to reach inside yourself, and find that fuckin' monster that you're gonna need to put me down?

**Cain moves the lighter to the nearby light switch. He turns it on and it reveals a plain white wall in between two boilers. The wall though, is pockmarked with indentations the size of a man's fist - Cain's fist**

Y'see Cadryn, while I take no pleasure in it, I will do it. I will grab your face in one hand and I will punch you so hard with the other I'll knock your teeth down your throat. I'll kick you so hard in the guts yesterday's breakfast will come flyin' back up. I'll headbutt you, I'll bite you, I'll scratch you - and then, when I've done that, I'll find every damned weapon in that arena to fuck you up. Baseball bats, tables, chairs, trash cans, barbed wires, electric power cables, knives, axes, fuckin' chainsaws - I'll use 'em all.

I'll make you sorry you ever got put in this match. I'll make you sorry you didn't quit while you had the chance. I'll make you wish you were permanently kissin' The Kings' feet instead of having to fight me.

**Cain walks over to an unmarked section of wall. He drives a taped fist into the masonry, it crumbles in response. He walks to the light switch and puts a finger over it**

You'll hurt, you'll struggle, you'll fail, you'll cry, you'll feel the pain overwhelm you, and then the darkness will close in.

**Cain turns the light off, the screen goes pitch black**

And even then I won't be finished.

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