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Cain · **02-15-2015, 06:34 PM**

The burgeoning superstar sat there next to his newest "friend" Athena, who thumbed through the latest issue of XWF Magazine. He conversed quietly with the young woman, explaining the who's who of the company, to which Athena scrunched her "cute" nose at some of them. He saw the camera as it began filming, and looked up at it with a serious look. The promo began."

"I've been called a lot of things. Fraud. Failure. Demon. Fake. Murderer. I've been called a lot of different childish, stupid words from people who are, themselves, pure idiots. Think about it. I actually showed Burchill respect for once and she snaps off with derogatory statements. I've been insulted by a man in a goat mask, and spoken of in a very condescending tone by a fool who's name is SO stupid..." he held a finger up as if making a point. "...not Goat Face Killa mind you, but Scully. Scully is synomous with stupid.

. Loser."

He hesitated for a moment and stared off into space, eyes deep in thought. He furrowed his brow. He rubbed his chin, then he continued.

"Woooowieeee. I should applaud these three for actually having the balls to open their cocksuckers, and they all suck cock mind you, and talking worthless shit. This shit is worthless at the end of the day."

"Do you all know why?"

He spoke like a professor as he stood up and paced in front of the camera for a moment.

"Because at the end of the night, none of you fuckers are gonna walk out of that ring. Yes, I meant to exclude the word "victorious". None of you will be able to walk out of the ring."

He turned his attention back toward the camera.

"No, I am not a monster. I am not going to sacrifice your souls to the devil. Fuck Satan and the horse he rode in on. This isn't his show, this is mine. Time was irrelevant up until, because this time belongs to one man. One bad ass mother fucker. Don't believe it? How about instead of you unlucky seven assholes stop looking at my losses and just think about the times I was victorious."

"I've taken both Sebastian Duke and Eli James to the limit. I've single handedly scared the shit out of Blizzard who tucked his fucking tail and ran. I've ended careers, because I am Cain. When I am good? I am okay. When I am bad? I am the most dangerous mother fucker in the universe."

The scenes of Cain's triumphs played with a voiceover from Cain. Joey Hawkins bleeding... "...Little Joey Hawkins has tasted my fury..." Eli James being given Snake Eyes and running into a big boot. "...Eli James knows not to take me lightly..." the next scene is Morbid Angel fighting not to fall into the "gay pit". "...even Morbid Angel respects me."

"See, that's the point. You people show no respect for the man who's third match was in the main event. A man who's opponents may have beaten him, but walked away with respect."

"Let me repeat myself for you."

"Respect."

Cain stopped and shook his head, spitting to the side.

"I'm not Free Win Flynn."

Maybe that statement was not good. Maybe the IWC would light up with angry tweets and Facebook posts. Cain meant what he said, just as he had meant what he said when he spoke to Steve Sayer. The conviction in his voice was strong, like a wall, and that fire burned in his eyes more so than before.

"Look, I don't do this often. I try not to sit here and talk shit about people I barely know outside of this business. But since a whopping three of my opponents actually decided to show up, I suppose I shall deconstruct them. Shall we begin?"

"Goat Face Killa."

"Your biggest point was that you'd been skydiving and that, and I quote, skydiving is "fucking awesome". Really? Fucking awesome? I mean, I know this isn't the popular thing to do, but it would seem Caroline Burchill was right. Maybe most of the men around here, yourself included, believe we are in seventh grade. Case in point is your shitty attempt at a metaphor. So you're going to "kill" me which in your words means that you will beat me up a little, punch me in the dick, and sit on me for three seconds? Nice metaphor. It's not really a metaphor, but you tried, kid. I'm not going to beat you up, Goat Face. That's what third graders do on the playground. No, Goat Face, I am going to beat you. That's not a metaphor, that's the truth."

"I hear playing video games is "fucking awesome", Goat Face. Go do that and keep your ass out of my business. Because this is a business, and I take this business seriously."

He sat back down next to Athena and looked at her.

"Am I right, Attie?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely."

And before he got off track, he continued onto the next "naysayer".

"Scully."

"I touched on you a bit, not like your father mind you, earlier. You should actually consider yourself lucky I acknowledged you but I kind of had to. I mean you did mention my name and I commend you for having the balls to do so. Hell, I applaud you. You see Scilly, you are one of those three people other than myself who actually got off their ass and cut promos for the Gauntlet. With the exception of Caroline Burchill, I thought you all would just sit this one out."

"Nice going, sparky."

He golf clapped, and that caused Athena to giggle.

"See, she thought it was funny. The fact is though, Scully, I am not trying to be funny. Let them laugh if they will, but I am dead fucking serious. I'm not the type of guy who needs to yell, which is why I haven't raised my voice once. All this has a point, Scully, and that point is that I am better than you."

"Did you beat Darren Dangerous is a scaffold match? Yes."

"Did I beat Tommy Gunn with the same stipulation? Yes."

"While you went on from said match to become this dumb prick who uses third grade humor to condescend his opponents, I went on to fight in main events and damned near became the Universal Champion. Once again, this is a business, and it is my business. See your way out of it, because you're looking at the fuckin' future of this company."

"Not a joking comedian. Not a demon. A living, breathing bad ass. Believe it."

He remained silent for a moment, and Athena handed him a water. He popped the cap and sipped it.

"Caroline O'Hare Burchill."

"Greetings."

He sighed.

"I'm not afraid to address you personally, rather in that "third person" bullshit. Once again, it's called respect. Yeah. You're half right about me, because my momentum seems to be broken from time to time. I win, I win again, then I choke in the big match. You act like I haven't realized this and the fact of the matter was that I hadn't before. But by admitting that you were correct, I must do one thing."

He pointed toward the camera then his brown eyes, back and forth. Then the camera zoomed in.

"Look into my eyes and believe me when I say that I will prove you wrong. You see, when so many people make light of a man with limitless potential, it strengthens his resolve. He wants it more and more every second, like a nymphomaniac in a sex shop. So I know this is cutting it short, but I leave you with three simple words..."

Extreme close up of his eyes.

"I ... will ... win."

-Fade To Black-

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