Music from an old record player greets us as the door to "Sheamus' bookstore opens...


Ding!

The crook nosed old shopkeeper looked up from his book, "Mythical Creatures of the World" to see a well dressed young woman walk in. She was a looker indeed, with a thick figure and an olive complexion. Her long black curls framed her face, and she wore black framed glasses which made her hazel eyes look bigger, like to topaz gems.

The old shopkeeper greeted her with a nod and a smile, as it wasn't everyday he saw such a lovely young woman. "'Ello Miss. Is there anythin' I kin help ye with?"

She ran a sharpened black nail along a row of books, flat out ignoring the old man. Very disrespectful to a degree, but you could tell that this young woman believed herself above him. He shook his head and went back to reading with an annoyed grunt.

He was reading the entry on the mythical Chupacabra when he felt someone staring at him. As he looked up, he nearly jumped out of his seat at the sight of her standing there. She looked at him with a deadpan expression and remarked "Oh, so am I to believe you find me unattractive you old codger?"

He blinked his eyes and pushed his thin framed glasses up the bridge of his nose. He stuttered "N-no I-I-I jest did a expect ye to be standin' right in front o' me like tha'."

His accent is thick. It was obvious that this old man had migrated to the states. She observed [/color]"Irish monkey, right?"

"Yes, but a monkey I ain't lassie."

She leaned in slightly and sniffed him, her face scrunched in disgust. "I can smell the piss and alcohol on you sir. You smell like an Irish monkey who urinates on himself and throws shit. If you look like a monkey and smell like a monkey, then you must be a monkey. Least that's what my father says."

He feels his blood boiling for a moment, the thick uni brow riding his brown eyes furrowed. Then he feels a cold chill run down his spine at the mention of the young woman's father. He sits there for a moment, composing himself before once again asking the question "Ahem. Can I help you miss?" he sighs. "Or have ye jest come here ta insult me for no reason?"

He watches her closely, her hips swaying in her dorm fitting long black skirt, the skirt swaying on her small feet as she moves to read more books titles. She has the look of a woman who is looking for something, and she wears the oddest pair of black and white Converse skate shoes. Vintage, stained with blood. She looks at him through the corner as she reaches the small section of black King James Bibles. "Yes, as a matter of fact, you can." she pulls one of the leather bound bibles and holds it up for the man to see."Tell me what this is, eh?"

Being a God fearing man, who just happens to be into mythology, he smiles and proudly proclaims. "Why, don't ye know anythin' lass? That's the good word of our benevolent LORD."

The young woman flips through the pages, namely Genesis. She sneers as she reads the story of Cain and Abel. She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose and stares the old shopkeeper down. "Do you enjoy lying to your patrons, monkey? Because a fearful mankind wrote this dribble, and you know it. After all, I could see the fear in your eyes when I mentioned my father. That same fear is the same I see in the eyes of those he has left alive and they think that he has come back for him." she slowly saunters up to him, crimson lips curling at the corner. "Tell the truth monkey. You know what I mean as well as I."

He sits there, smelling her perfume as she stands just inches away from her. He knows what she is talking about for sure, due to the fact that he is a "survivor".

Sheamus O'Leary was a liquor loving man when he and his wife Myra betrayed their little book store. At first, everything was fine until one night, a tall, dark stranger waltzed into the bookstore. It was a cold and dark night, a bit past closing time. The stranger wore a long black duster and mortician's hat. In his left hand he carried a leather tube as one would carry scrolls in. The stranger laid the scroll on the desk and read from it, the script telling a very different version of the tale of Cain.

In this version, Cain wasn't a jealous teenager with angst. No. He was a cold blooded, bad ass murderer who killed not only Abel, but his own wife and children simply out of curiosity. The "Mark of Cain" didn't just curse those who would harm him sevenfold. It cursed Cain to forever wander this world as it's Deliverer of Death. It also spoke of one survivor of Cain's offspring, Delilah, whom Cain was proud of. She had his eyes.

Long story short, Cain murdered the man's wife right in front of him, left the very accurate depiction of his true life with Sheamus, and left.

Sheamus believed and "got right with God", even though he knew what King James' version of the text had depicted. So even though he knew the truth, he remained defiant.

"You've read "The Book of Cain", yet you still choose to follow those lies blindly?"

"Aye, lass. Me mum told me that God loves all o' his children an' wouldna let such a monster exist anyways."

She narrows her eyes on Sheamus as if she herself is insulted. Her father, who had shown her love was being thought of as a monster? She thought the way he did, of course, and retorted."Excuse me, but MY father is NOT a monster. MY father is a saviour, and I'll not hear another bad word about him!" She says, her eyes taking on a familiar glow.

The lavender scent of her perfume became sulphuric. Poor old Sheamus could see the anger burning in her eyes and this made him nervous. Why wouldn't it?

He sighs. "Lass, I really mean ye kin nae harm. I jes' stated my beliefs an' I understand that yer own beliefs may be different!" He says, trying to calm the beautiful woman down.

"Really? You're just "stating your beliefs"? You're meaning to tell me that you harbor no ill will toward my father?"

Sheamus had seen his wife slaughtered by the monster Cain. Make no mistake about it, Cain is what you would call a "monster" in every sense of the word. You and I both know it, even Delilah knows it. But whereas we see a stone cold killer with no regard for human life she seed a great man who offers salvation through death. Her daddy.

Thinking he's in the clear but clearly being in denial, Sheamus just brushes the young woman, who claims to be Cain's daughter, off. "Aye lass. So if there be nothin' else tha' I kin help ye with, please take yer leave. I'm not gonna hear anymore of this rubbish."

She looks at him and then at herself as if to ask "Is this old fool really addressing me?" She clears her throat and pushes her raven curls from her face. "Very well then. But one favor."

"An' that would be?"

"Give me the Book of Cain..." she growled, her beauty becoming ugliness. "...NOW!"

He shakes his head as he believes that if such a thing we're to become public knowledge than it would plunge Christianity into chaos. He stands strong in his convictions, checking to see if the safe under the counter is locked and then placing a crooked old finger on the silent alarm. "Just leave me be, woman. You'll not be gettin' this scroll, for it is for no one's eyes. It is the work of the devil, just as your father is his seed!"

She sighs and looks down, defeated. Or not. "I was afraid that it may come to this. I simply wanted a gift for my father and you refuse to give me his very life story. HIS story, mind you. So..."

The old man smirks and reaches over to grab a nearby bible. He then hands it to Delilah, who's mouth drops open.

"...Fine. Have it your way." She says, her face transforming into a wicked smile as she grabs the bible. She tests the weight and remarks about how "this'll do". Then, she rears back with the bible and lunges across the counter.

THUD! SMASH! The music on the shop suddenly changes from the cutesy little song about Jesus to something more fitting as she straddles the man and bludgeons him with the bible.


"You stupid fucking..." the bible strikes true to the bridge of his nose."...monkey! How dare you..." BAM POW! A crimson mist sprays the back wall."...disrespect the legend of ..." the old man suddenly groans, his last breath leaving his body. She stands from his broken corpse, bathed in his blood and looking like a woman who just came ten times in a row.

She grins maniacally. "...Cain." Then, her smile fades as she looks over at the safe where the scroll is kept. She saunters over and kneels before the safe, drenched hair falling in her face as she goes about cracking the code. As this particular scene fades to black, we hear her remark..."Daddy is going to be thrilled by this! He's gonna be so proud!"


Static. Cain appears to the masses, and sits there quietly for a moment before actually speaking.

"Austin, first and foremost, I am not your "main man". Didn't address that soon enough I suppose, because you've been talking to me as if you know me. Just bear in mind that Jesus forgives but Cain doesn't. So don't speak to me as if you know me. We're not even on the same level. Only in this case, I am better than you. I know you disagree, but fucking what YOU think because guess what?"

"You aren't that fucking hot."

Austin Fernando Said:... They turn into a bunch of whining hypocrites that are never going to hit the big time, not like I have.

"Really Fernando? Really. Legendary matches? Hit the big time? Let me count the number of world titles you've held. Wait...let me count the number of titles. Zero. Zilch. Like Dim's IQ. Noone ever talks about "Hey! Did you see that match between Austin Fernando and Jack Mehoff?". Know why? Because frankly, Austin, Noone gives a flying fuck."

"That's why you aren't the face of the company. Who do you think you are? Fucking Randy Orton? By the way, at least I *have* held a title in this company. Two to be exact. Look it up, bitch. So doesn't make a damned how many times you've beaten me. The fact is, I have been a champion. You haven't."

"Now let this sink in, you self righteous piece of dog shit."

Austin Fernando Said:"I am Austin Fernando... and I... am better... than you."

"So, the fact that you have beaten me at my worst makes you better than me? Once again, champion here. You're not. Never a champion, just always second fiddle to guys like Brock Lesnar and Vinnie Lane. Before you ask, Heyman actually promoted Brock, but I never heard him say "Austin..
.FERNAAAAAAANDOOOOO..."

"NO."

"And Vinnie Lane? Hell, once again, he's held more titles than you too. So has Ghost Tank, who you so blatantly mentioned."

"And if you're so damned great, why the hell aren't you undefeated? Why aren't YOU the figurehead of the CCWF? Huh Austin?"

Cain shrugs.

Austin Fernando Said:So what's left? When we take away all your talk, all your promises to dish out the pain, the mean tough guy act you pull and the claims to greatness you make... we're left with a shell of a competitor whose simply used to elevate everyone else in the federation.

"You DO realize that you have just contradicted your claims that I suck, right? Yes, I know this is old shit but this is a shoot. This is true life you sawed off little soap opera reject looking son of a bitch. You wanna fucking call me a jobber? Well, if I'm a warm up then you must be a lower midcarder."

"Another thing, if you're as good as you say you are..." He rolls his eyes. "...then why is it that you have to face me to get into the number one contenders match?"

"A match that Ghost Tank...fucking GHOST TANK mind you, is already in. Because he too held a title before you? Oh no, Ghost Tank sucks though, right? Nah. I kicked his ass, but admittedly he's not so bad."

"So Austin, let me make myself understood. At first, you might have had this match won because I decided that all I wanted to do was hurt you. But now, Austin, I will stop at NOTHING to beat you. Not only will I beat you, I will fucking EMBARRASS you, primate."

"Maybe then, Austin, you'll get the picture that you are not God's gift to this company. But being as stupid as you are? I seriously fucking doubt it. Just keep believing that you're Jesus Christ mother fucker, because I got three nails and I'm not scared to put you up for the night."

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