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Cain · (09-22-2014)

Birth. Death. Rebirth. A fucked up curcle of life that is the story of life. For weeks, I terrorized the ranks of the Madness roster. Their fear of my own Madness grew. It grew because they KNEW that I would eventually murder them. So in order to adapt to the "Pussy Show"'s rules, I tried to make a change. I showed remorse for my past atrocities against humanity. Remember when I showed Morbid Angel mercy in the Fags of Death match? I came within an eyelash of defeating him, then I showed mercy. I lost. You see, I should have learned from that mistake. Mercy and remorse are alot alike. They are weaknesses. And fear?

F-E-A-R. Fear is a four letter word created by those pitiful humans to have an excuse not to fight. If there is one thing I realized in the Roman Colliseum, it was that fear is a killer. Fear destroys. Fear is for losers. I never feared going to Warfare, because I knew in the bottom of my black heart that there would be enough fear when my name appeared on the roster. Half of them no doubt shat themselves when Harrison got lucky. Oh well. Every dog finds a bone every now and then.

L-U-C-K. Luck is a another four letter word. SteveDavids had it. Duke, all due respect to my stablemate, had it. Kendall Savannah Sawyer had it. Fuck, the whole Madness roster has it now, because they lose that extra premium on their life insurance policies now that I am gone. Because I didn't intend on following their pussy ass rules if I'd won. No. I was gonna do what I always do and that's be me. I was gonna be Cain. The oldest living, the most powerful, baddest mother fucker in existance. Believe that, fuckers.

Prove Pest wrong. Those three words now play in my head as I sit here on this Leer jet, my eyes focused on the program for Warfare. Against all odds. I probably don't deserve it. That's why I didn't outright challenge our new champion, Angelus. Murderer or not, I want to earn my way. I want them to say "Cain really kicked their asses. He murdered those guys. He destroyed them." No puns intended. This isn't a joke. This isn't funny. No folks, this is the business of me winning HIS favor. HE will look down from me an see that HIS curse didn't kill me. It only made me stronger.

And it has.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Enigma just knew me. Perhaps as well as, if not better than I knew myself. He was more of a brother to me than Abel ever was.

I smirked. "Nothing. Just looking at this program, studying this number one contenders' match." Which, at the time, was all I had to say. Training takes it out of you. When you train as hard as we do, and they groom you for greatness, you have to be at the top of your game. Exhausting.

You couldn't read Brother Enigma's facial expression. I could describe it as talking to a shadow, because that is what he is. But I always knew he was there. Watching me like a guardian angel. The only reason he didn't get involved in my match was becayse I'd asked him not to. If I won, I did so on my own. If I lost?I lost. Big deal.

"You do not seem too tore up about your loss."

Hrmf. I'm not. Why would I be?

"It is what it is."

"Really?"

"It's not that I am not dissappointed that I lost, but it's not dissappointment in myself. Don't get me wrong, I would love to have won that match. Not to stay on Madness either, but to shut Little Hope's mouth. The boy is gonna talk shit to the wrong man or woman one day and thanks to an act I committed two thousand years ago, he will get murdered. So in the end, I still win."

To quote Kurt Angle, it's true, it's damned true. After all, I could have done it myself. Harrison would have been a dead man if it had not been for a moment of weakness on my part. But that...that is the past. This time, the past doesn't matter. The future, that's what matters.

"I still won in the fact that I am the one in the contenders' match."

"Ah yes. But watch out for Luna Hightower."

"Why?" I scoffed. "'Cause she thinks she Linda Blair?"

Did I ever mention that Enigma doesn't have much of a sense of humor? Well, it's not his strong point, because as I laugh at my joke, I can tell that under that mask, his face is straight.

"Eh? Eh? Get it? Linda Blair from the Exorcist?"

"Never seen it."

"Whaaaaaat?! Man, come on. Everyone has seen The Exorcist!"

He shookhis head. "Not everyone."

I guess I shouldn't be suprised. Enigma is focused. He is one of the best trainers I have ever encountered, honestly. Someone I actually listen to when it comes to advice.

"Explain."

"Huh?"

"Tell me about "The Exorcist" Why do you compare Luna Hightower to Linda Blair?"

"Well..." I began, his pupiless eyes focused on me. "...in the movie, the girl Linda Blair plays plays with a Quija board. She ends up talking to an imaginary friend, eventually becoming possessed. She becomes really demonic and shit, and fornicates with a crucufix. You know...right up the cunt.anyway, two catholic priests end up coming to Exorcise her, and pretty much get ass whippings all around. From Pazuzu. It's a great comedy! I laughed my ass off!"

Awkward silence.

"I see."

Silence is a funny thing. It can be more deafening than the loudest cheers. In a relationship between a man and a woman, it can mean alack of communication or anger. Silence can be the calm before a storm. But with Enigma it meant that he was listening. The nod further attributed to that assumption. And he'd asked me about Luna Hightower. From what I've seen of this woman, she suffers from some form of multiple personality disorder. I mean...split personalities, is it? I am not Doctor Louus Dville so I haven't the foggiest. But my thoughts on herare that I know about demons. I know about psycosis. I couldn't understand why she was in this match, but I understood what I must do.

Two words.

Decimate her.

The silence lasted for a while, and I finally heard Enigma break it.

"Are you concerned with Collins?"

"Aidan Collins? Blizzard?"

"Yes. Blizzard. Do not underestimate him. He may look lije a pretty face, but the man has skills."

The truth was, I was a bit concerned about Collins. After all, he was no pushover. The man hadn't tasted defeat very often. Neither had I, really. It seemed that everytime I thought I had a match in hand, I made some critical mistake such as gettimg angry or showing mercy. Well, that's what I believe. Of course the facts speak for themselves against CERTAIN people. Heyman Alliance namely. But those times I lost...I tookthose losses with the honor of a warrior. I looked at Enigma and answered.

"Quite simply, yes. But you see, talented performer or not, every man has weakness. And I will find his. I will not lose."

"Excellent, young Padawan. Maintain that attitude.

Really? Star Wars? I think he was trying to make a joke. But like I said, with Enigma you never really know. The one thing I did know, however, that for the first time in forever, Iwas hungry. Hungrier than I had ever been. Everytime I closed my eyes, my mind was clouded with visions of gold. But first there was the matter of the triple threat match. A match I will....MUST win.

-Lights Out-

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