He sat there in complete and utter silence, one eye closed
Stitches holding the gash given to him by Ginger closed, he no longer could taste his own blood. His clawed fingers dug into the leather of his recliner as he seethed, canines flashing in the candlelight. His good eye cuts toward his left side. "I feel you there, ghost. Don't just stand there and watch me, say something. Tell me about how I got my as kicked by a little monkey. A little red headed monkey with a cup tits."

The apparition to his left side is just a wavering of air, as if heat rising from the pavement. After a few seconds, the apparition materializes into what appears to be a beautiful young woman, long blonde tresses cascading down her face framing the beautiful blue gems in the center of her face. Her nose is small, adorable and upturned but the look on his face is one of hatred for the demon. "Yeah. You pretty much got your assistance kicked, Cain. Fuckin' serves ya right."

"Serves me right? Who the Fuck are you to tell me what serves me right? You were a victim. Nothing more, nothing less, and when my spear found your heart I was better off. Bitch."

The young lady wore a pure white, form fitting dress which notably had a blood stain under the left breast. She sauntered around Cain as he sat there, his eyes ablaze as he looked into the dancing fire in the fireplace. "Of course, I gave you everything. You, being the selfish, self righteous prick that you are wanted more. All I wanted was to grow old with you. You wanted my life. Tell me Cain, was it always like this?"

Cain thought about this long and hard, then shook his head. "Maybe, maybe not. But Persephone, you must realize my position in this world. I am not meant to love, I cannot grow old with anyone. What did you expect from a man who could slaughter an entire army single handedly? You should have known better."

"Self righteous as always."

"Of course. I am God's cleaner, his Angel of Death. My purpose is true."

Long ago, after Cain's inception into the Roman army, he was a different man. He fought with honor at one time, and was a decorated general with the credentials of an emperor. After fighting many wars, during an invasion of the Black Forest, Cain happened upon a beautiful German maiden who was named after Persephone. Or at least he changed her name to reflect that, believing himself to be a God of Death. The two had an amazing relationship and eventually were to be married after Persephone had Cain's first daughter. Yes, a daughter. However, feeling his battle hardened heart soften, Cain murdered the beautiful blonde woman by driving his spear through her heart.

His nature outweighed his love, but in the situation of his daughter Delilah he could not bring himself to murder her. She had his exact genetic code with her mother's beauty...she too was immortal, so he literally couldn't kill her. He sighed and looked at Persephone. "I'm sorry. Is that what you want to hear?"

The ghostly woman slid into the one eyed demon's lap and slid her arms around his thick neck. Cain didn't move. "That's a start. Because you see, you've got a visitor coming within the next week."

"I've also got Emperor ..." he rolled his eyes, sarcasm dripping from his tongue. "...Fernando."


Record.

The red light is seen by Cain as he sits there, eyepatch over his injured eye. The camera pans downward and we see him wrapping his fists in white tape. Pan back up to see the look on Cain's face. Stoic. Determined. He's heard it all before. Honestly, it's starting to anger the Beast.

"Are you done, Austin?"

Silence.

"Have you had your fill reminding me, the monkeys, and yourself that you've beaten me before? Like that matters? Like anyone cares anymore?"

"The truth, Austin, is every time you cut a promo on your opponent, you do the exact same thing you accuse me of doing. Repeating yourself. Over and over and over and over and over and over..."

Two hours later.

"...and over."

"Like a broken Fuckin record, you talk about how great you are, and you do so everyone the cameras come on. Of course, what you're going to do is say "of course I'm great, I prove it every time I step into the ring. Noone is as good as me, I'm Austin Fernando ". You're gonna quote everything I say to make your own counter points, and chances are you'll be reminding everyone that Cain always falls short in big matches."

"Is that about the size of it, Fernando? Make me look like less of a threat so you don't have to piss your damned g-string whenever you think about what I can and will do to you? Well, fuckboy, you are sadly mistaken. I am a threat. Maybe not to your win loss record, but to your health.

He wraps his fists slowly as he stares down at the concrete floor beneath his feet, no semblance of a smile on his face whatsoever. He has had enough of these monkeys and if you could be in his shoes right now, you'd feel those fires burning you up like Satan's fingertips tickling your testicles. He shakes his head.

"You really have no comprehension about you whatsoever, monkey."

"Wins are nice in our sport, they're good for a man's kayfabe. After all, would Bill Goldberg have been half as bad as if he wasn't undefeated? Written to be an unstoppable killing machine? What about Dwayne Johnson with his scripted wins over the likes of John Cena? Would he "still have it" if it were a real fight?"

"A real fight."

"Let that sink in, Austin."

"Wins are nice, but the feeling of inflicting pain is like a drug. I could lose all day long, and at the end of the day, I still damned near end careers. I still break bones, I still rip hair out, I still she'd blood. This isn't about winning to me, you Fuckin moron. If I win, so be it. If I lose, oh well. It is not the destination, but the journey, Austin. And you? You're going on a very painful journey. You're going to end up dragged down a trail of your own tears, by a monster who isn't trying to pin you. Oh no."

"I want to hurt you. I want to shorten your career. You could have the Intercontinental championship, the Universal, whatever. Hell, you can have one of Vinnie Lane's women fellating you while Shane sticks his finger up your ass and you fuck Maria Brink with your nasty ass toes. It. Makes. No. Difference."

"I lose. Alot. Yes. Way to state the obvious, you're a regular fucking Albert Einstein. But don't you realize that a loss to me is just a minor setback in the grand scheme of things? Once again, your pain, your anguished cries are ALL that matter to me. If I DO happen to win, then I'll go on finish Ginger and Ghost Wank off. But for now, bitch, all I wanna do is..."

Zoom in. Evil smile.

"... break your neck."

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