**Jack Cain stands on the rooftop. A recently extinguished cigar lies between his feet, crushed under a military boot. A disdainful look is on the big man's face.



I dunno Neville. Maybe I'm not makin' myself clear. Maybe somewhere in that dense fuckin' wheel of cheese you call your brain there's some little spark of recognition, but it's drowned out by all that shit you keep drinkin' - and talkin.

I'll get to your little tantrum in a while, but first, lemme tell you a little somethin' about me.

I know ya think you've got me all figured out. I know ya look at me and think I'm some dumb caveman who drags his knuckles on the floor when he walks. All that I can live with, I've had people tellin' me that my entire life, and all of 'em have been wrong.

The reason? Because they think they're superior. Like you.

Come on, ya do, don't ya? It's ok, ya don't need to say it. It's written all over ya smug face.

Years of superiority bred into ya by your stinkin' parochial ancestors. The belief that you're better than people like me - because you have a big house, you have the cash, you have the - what do the English call it - the breedin'

So you can proudly proclaim to the world that you're better. You're so much better than the rest of us. And I bet that makes ya feel good don't it?

Well good for you kid. Good for you.

Problem is, and this seems to be the part ya missed, everyone else thinks you're a cunt.

And not just a cunt - a fuckin' grade A+ cunt. You make cunts like the Finn Khun kid look like rank amateurs.

At least you're good at somethin'

But that should teach ya a little bit about hate Neville. Not just my hate, but the hate of every single person you meet. Every single person who sees you on TV. Every single member of this organisation. Every single guy and girl in the back. Everyone in the office, everyone in security, even the tramp who sleeps outside the offices - he thinks you're a cunt as well!

They all hate ya. And not just in the "gee I hope he loses his title this week" kinda way, it's in the "fuckin' hell, this cunt again? I'm turnin' over to Iron Fist on Netflix" way, and when you're losin' viewers to that guy? Well, I think it's time to reconsider your whole existence, never mind your fuckin' career.

And when ya get that much hate son? Well, ya can brush it off all ya like, but the fact of the matter is that when so many people just want ya to fuck off, ya just gonna die a lonely, sad, old cunt. And all the money, memories, education and refinement in the world won't help ya when you're sittin' in a pool of your own piss.

But with that cheery little thought outta the way, let's break down your foot-stampin' shitfit - maybe make a little sense of it for all the "uneducated" folks at home shall we. In reverse order - like a fuckin' game show.

Jesus, I should get a medal for havin' to wade through all this bullshit.

**Cain pulls out his cell phone and brings up the XWF Youtube page, showing Neville Sinclair's promo**

Quote:Lack of Respect is what will kill you

Well, ain't I the fuckin' Daredevil? Guess I'll just have to live with a lack of respect for ya. But a lack of respect can be a good thing - because if I respected ya, I might be inclined to go easy on ya. Fortunately, I've coiled turds I respect more than you, so I won't be too upset at the prospect of riskin' my life to get in ya face.

Quote:I would have thought you would have learned this last time. You remember the time you lost your title? I remember you going on some kind of tirade talking about how you don’t respect me then as well. And you still lost.

See, again, maybe your brain isn't what it was after I bashed ya head in? All I remember about losin' that title was the fact you sneaked in there to pin Jenny Myst when my back was turned dealin' with Nixon's Lesnar sex doll. How can I respect someone who sneak in and does somethin behind someone's back - I would hope you didn't either, especially after I gave you fuckin' brain damage the other week. Ya didn't pin me, ya didn't beat me - and maybe, just maybe, the people in charge think "this fucker ain't bringin' in the fans - maybe we need someone to break him in half? Well, ya got a taste of that the other week. This week's the main course.

Quote:I can still point out time and time again your weaknesses and you’ll keep passing them off as strengths.

Hmmm. Weaknesses ya say? Maybe ya'd like to point them out again - cos all I hear is someone whinin' that they ain't gettin any of m respect. Know what Neville? I think it really bothers ya I don't respect ya. I think it really fries ya nutsack that this fuckin' peon who ya think you're so much better than doesn't accept what you think is your natural dominance. I don't consider that a weakness at all Nev - in fact, I think it makes me the ideal guy to stand up to ya. Hell, I'm the only guy that is - it's just all these other guys really don't give a fuck about ya. You should at least be happy dear ol' Jack is givin' you the time a'day.

Quote:Congratulations on Memorizing your Anatomy

Many thanks - I'm touched. Ya gonna send me a card?

Quote:I think this was actually my favourite part of hearing your speech.

Again, I'm sheddin' a tear here.

Quote:Maybe being in the hospital a few weeks ago helped you learn a few anatomical terms because wow did you bring them into play. It was like you played an entire game of operation and decided to tell me how many things you wanted to wreck on my body. Hilarious. Breaking my toes, comical.

Not as comical as your tired ol' shtick fuckbag, but let's stay on point here.

Quote:Caving my head in, stereotypical. Breaking my ribs, yup. Sticking your elbow into my throat so my Adam’s Apple swells up? That’s where you lose me. Did you or did you not simply look at a map of the human body and choose various things to talk about? You couldn’t even do that correctly. This last one made no sense. First off, how are you going to get your big ass elbow down my throat, you’re going to have to get it through my mouth first, which I’m sure isn’t big enough. Then my Adam’s Apple? That’s even further down my throat. Either you have to have a three foot elbow, or this made absolutely no sense.

Nah, I think ya got confused here sonny. The whole "knock your teeth out" thing, followed by the "crush your Adam's Apple" thing ain't mutually exclusive. It tells me ya got no idea how to truly hurt people.

I can use my elbow, or my fist, or my head, to knock your teeth out, if I want to. But your Adam's Apple? Son, that's a whole different thing. The point of the elbow, to the outside of the throat, can drive the Adam's Apple upward and cause ya to choke. Same if it's a fist, or a knee, or a boot. Anythin' with enough force there will make you cough up blood.

I don't even need to jam anythin' down your throat to crush it. I can do it from the outside, with minimum effort - pretty much how I'm gonna deal with the rest of ya.

Quote:Half the things you say don’t make an ounce of sense, but you keep talking, because it makes you sound as tough as you think you are.

I'm surprised you can understand half the things I say over the sound of your own Hallelujah chorus every time ya open ya mouth. Seriously, are you livin' in a world where threats don't make sense to ya? Co if so, I really think I should change my mind about hatin' ya, and just plain out pity ya instead. Probably more appropriate.

Quote:Hate gets you Nowhere

Is Nowhere a place name? I'm intrigued because an educated guy wouldn't put a capital letter in front of "nowhere" if it wasn't a name, would they? Hmm.

Quote:I think this is the primary reason you aren’t going to get what you want in life. You’ve made very clear that you absolutely hate me, and I’m ok with it. I don’t hate you, Cain, I feel sorry for you.

Well the last person to feel sorry for me was my Grandmother, and they committed her to a mental institution, maybe you got somethin' in common?

Quote:Hate is something that actually cripples the world. When you hate someone else, you give them the power over your actions because your actions are completely dependent on what they do. Hate, like love, like disappointment, like disgust, is an emotion. I would have thought one of the first thing they would have taught you in military training is not to let your enemy control your emotions?

Nah. They teach ya to use 'em. Emotions actually make ya a better soldier - but it's knowin' when to use 'em. Soulless fuckers? They don't know understand danger. They don't push that extra distance when they're under threat. They just carry on, think they're invincible, think they're untouchable, because lack of fear and emotion makes 'em careless.

Like you.

The good soldiers? They understand that anger can push ya farther when ya under pressure. They understand that fear can help ya help a brother when his guts are half spilled out and full a'sand. You might be disgusted, frightened, scared and wantin' to go home. But that emotion makes ya stay. Makes ya wanna help that guy instead a turnin' and runnin.

Like you.

Quote:Here’s the truth Jack Cain, I don’t really give two shits about you. You’re a constant thorn in my side here, and I’ve enjoyed getting to beat down someone who so many people look up to here. But I’d never say I hate you. You don’t even matter that much to me.

Little bit a'education for you here:

Oxford English definition of the word "contradiction"

1A: combination of statements, ideas, or features which are opposed to one another.

1.1 A situation in which inconsistent elements are present.

1.2 (mass noun) The statement of a position opposite to one already made.

Quote:Listening to you speak about hate is like listening to Luke Skywalker learn about the dark side. The hate you think is a strength that makes you look “tough” will be your downfall. Hate doesn’t accomplish anything except getting you emotionally involved in a situation that needs to be well thought through. So please, I want you to tell me how much you hate me, I think I’ve gotten the picture from watching you this week, and it thrills me.

Holy shit - it thrills ya? Ya not jerkin' off are ya? Christ, this puts things in a whole new light. Still, whatever floats ya boat tiger. You keep goin.

But seriously, have YOU really thought this through? Cos it don't look like it. All I hear is a guy who thinks he's better than everyone else, but ain't got nothin' to back it up other than a title he stole, and floods'a people turnin' off their TVs.

But you keep educatin' the folks out there Neville. You keep believin' that people actually care what the fuck ya say. Cos when I'm done with ya, no one is gonna remember ghosts, goblins, your TV Title reign, or your education.

**Cain sparks up another cigar as the camera fades to black**