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JackCain · (04-17-2017)

**The camera fades up to Jack Cain sitting in a darkened room. He is alone, apart from a pair of black leather gloves on a crate next to him, along with a set of brass knuckles and a lead pipe next to them**

I'm not here to be your friend.

I'm not here for these people to cheer for me.

I'm not here so people will admire me.

There's too many of you her who think your the bigger man, the smarter man, the tougher man - and you exploit that. You tell people you're the best, or you've won this title, or that these people cheer for you - but it's just hubris.

You're just trying to convince yourselves, because you know that deep down what you do is wrong. It's that gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach that tells you, no matter how many titles you win, how many people cheer your name, how many T-shirts they buy, and how many people you put down, that one day someone will come along who is tougher, who will put YOU down instead.

The thing that bugs me the most though, is that you all think you're right. You all try and justify your actions to yourself, to the people who run this company, and to those people who cheer you. I don't really care whether you want them to like you, or you go out of your way to make them dislike you. It's just a matter of perspective. You're in it to make yourself look good, either way.

But my perspective? My perspective is you're all the same. You're just trying to justify why you do what you do, but in the end, it's just for yourself - for popularity or personal gain. None of you does what's right. You just want people to smile when your music hits, or you just want a title while telling everyone who great you are.

**Cain pulls on the black gloves and runs his fingers over his scalp before looking back up again**

I don't really care for any of you. You're all the same to me. So I'll take you all on. I'll make you pay for all the wrong you've done. I'll make you sorry you ever set foot in this place.

**He puts the brass knuckles on his right fist, then picks up the lead pipe in his left hand**

It's time.

I'm here to show you that it's your time... to be afraid.

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