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JackCain · (07-17-2017)

**The camera opens up to a darkened, nondescript background. The dim light eventually illuminates the giant figure of Jack Cain. For a long time, he says nothing and the camera slowly closes in. Just staring intently at the viewer**

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**The camera eventually stops near to his face. Again, he says nothing for a prolonged period of time - before finally breaking his silence**

Neville Sinclair.

Fuck. I hate your name.

I hate you.

Last time I tried to get inside your head. It didn't work. You're a sneaky fuck. Didn't beat me but still got that title belt didn't ya? Well some people might respect ya for bein' so clever.

But I don't.

I don't respect ya at all.

And I know ya probably don't care about that. So you go ahead and tell me that you're superior. Again.

You keep goin' about your history lessons and your education.

Fine by me kid.

Me? I ain't really bothered about that.

I'm just gonna cave your fuckin' head in.

Yeah, that's right.

No weapons, no gimmicks, no sneak attacks.

I'm just gonna beat you into a coma. Plain and simple.

I was thinkin' about goin' easy on ya.

Then I thought "fuck it, I'm gonna turn his face into a canoe"

Yeah that's right, I'm gonna gouge your fuckin' eyes, I'm gonna rip your fuckin' nostrils open, then I'm gonna ram my fist into your mouth till you're chokin' on your own fuckin' teeth, then I'm gonna stick my hand in there and force it open until I hear your jaw crack.

And that's for starters.

Then I'm gonna stick my elbow into your throat so your Adam's Apple swells up and blocks your airway, then when you start to cough, I'm gonna kick you in your fuckin' chest it'll hurt to breathe.

Then I'm gonna drive my forearms into your ribs till I hear 'em snap. Then it'll hurt even more to breathe. It's gonna feel like a thousand knives stickin' in your chest all at the same time - and I'm gonna be the one puttin' them in.

Then I'm gonna put the boots to ya. I used to play football y'know. Not soccer, like you think I mean. American football. And yeah, I was a kicker. Could kick a field goal longer than anyone else.

So imagine how hard I'm gonna kick you?

Your intestines will rupture. Your liver and kidneys will burst. You'll feel the fuckin' blood swillin' round inside and you'll beg me to stop.

And I'll just look at ya, and keep goin'.

And I'm gonna laugh while I do it.

You'll crawl along the floor coughin' up your fuckin' insides.

It'll all start goin' black.

But I ain't stoppin' there.

Then I'm gonna kick you some more. You know that pain you get when you bang your hip? That'll be what you feel, a million times over. You'll feel your hamstrings sting, then go numb. That's fine, because you won't feel them when I stick my fingers into that tissue and start gouging at those hamstrings. I'll tear those fuckers so you'll scream like a newborn baby.

Not quite done yet.

Your Achilles tendon. Know what it feels like when you tear that? Course you don't. You've never done anythin' that difficult to tear it have ya?

Well I can acquaint you with that.

I can snap those fuckers with a kick. And I will.

And you'll spend the rest of your life waddlin' like a duck.

I might stop there - unless I decide to break your toes. For fun.

Why?

Because I can.

I just want ya to realise that there ain't gonna be no fancy talk this time. There ain't gonna be a sneak attack.

I'm gonna get into that ring. I'm gonna look you square in the fuckin' eye, and I'm gonna fuckin' destroy you.

All the people in the arena are gonna have to look away. Kids are gonna cry. Dads are gonna be ashamed they bought them. Boys are gonna through up, girls are gonna run away.

Even the fuckin' dogs won't wanna see it.

You won't walk away from this Neville. I promise.

Because I fuckin' hate you.

**The camera fades out to black as Cain scowls into the dark**

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