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Cain · (07-21-2014)

The scene opens up in a dimly lit boiler room, where we find Cain. He sits there for a moment, eyes fpcused on the cement floor beneath his feet. His eyes are filled with annoyance. You can tell he saw Danny Scott's promo, as he sighs and shakes his head.

"So I thought Monday Madness was the perfect place for me, but maybe I was wrong."

"What? I'm a two thousand year old Demon Prince, I'm not..."

He piints a clawed finger upwards.

"GOD. No, not by anystretch of the imagination."

"Daniel, Daniel, Daniel..."

He begins, a throaty chuckle escaping his lips.

"...you just don't understand, do you? You don't understand the meaning of the word "fear", because apparently, you fear nothing. Obviously, you have some pretty big balls saying what you do about me. Talking a whole lot of shit about sodomizing me with tea bags, and lamps, and dicks, oh my. Big words, Danny boy. Big words for a man who doesn't understand fear, and how dangerous of a situation he is in. Big words for a man who has yet to step foot in an Xtreme Wrestling Federation ring. Big worda, Daniel. HUGE words."

The corner of his mouth slants upward.

"Words are just that. Just a way for men to have a pissing contest from far, far away. Why do they do it? Why do some men choose to get into verbal conflicts? Simple. Because of these damned hippie parents who tell their children to..."use their words". It works with some people, Daniel, but with me? Every word you say, every dirty look you give me..."

His smile slowly faded.

"...you dig your grave deeper, punk. But no, you don't understand why you should fear me, right? Because, wins are like food for The Beast. And Danny, this Beast is starving. Do you know what happens when you starve a wild predator and dangle a steak in front it it? You get your fucking throat ripped out. Ask those tiger tamers in Vegas. Ask the little girl who got mauled by a fucking pitbull, and has to wear that ugly mug the rest of her life."

"Word to the wise, Mister Scott. You DO NOT want to fuck with me."

He places a hand behind his ear, and his eyes twitch a bit.

"Can you hear them, Daniel?"

His mouth twists upwards into an evil grin, and his eyes go solid black. He speaks in a very deep, almost thunderous voice.

"The fires of Hell call for their next sacrifice..."

Extreme close up of his demonic features.

"AND YOU'RE NEXT!"

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