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JackCain · (06-25-2017)

**Jack Cain is wheeled on a gurney into the medical area in the backstage at Universal Studios after Savage Saturday Night. His brutal past match beating by Brock Lesnar has left him nearly unconscious after being dumped on his head twice. EMT staff have an oxygen mask over his face and an IV strapped to his arm. A doctor shines a light into his eye. Fluid is pumped through the needle into his system and Cain begins to stir.

The doctor shines a penlight into his other eye - at which point the pupil immediately reacts and the brow above it begins to furrow. The doctor tries to shout for attention, but a big gloved hand clamps around his throat. Cain sits up, and with this free hand rips the oxygen mask off. He pulls the IV out as other medical staff try to calm him down. He gets off the gurney and drives the doctor against the wall, then knocks him out with a big right hand. He turns and slugs another one, sending the rest running for cover.

Breathing heavy, he shakes off the cobwebs as he begins to recall what happened. Beating Mezian. Lesnar evading his TKO. Suplex. F5. Then Nixon. Nixon, whom he respected. Nixon, who has seemingly turned The Beast in his direction.

Cain stomps out into the corridor, running into Steve Sayors and his camera crew**

Jack Cain, what just happened out there?

What the fuck do you think happened Sayors? Brock Fuckin' Lesnar happened. Blindsided me when I'd just gone through a match then turns up like the fuckin' 'roided up pussy that he is and cheap shotted me. Now I got some doctor injectin' me with who the fuck knows what, and I'm wakin' up in an emergency room thanks to that fuckin' skid mark.

He looked like he had your number there.

Is it any surprise? He cheap shotted me - came outta nowhere and planted me after I'd just gone through a match that went fifteen minutes. That your idea of bein' "The Beast", Brock? Havin' a go on a guy who's down? What a big, tough man you are huh? Surprised you showed your fuckin' face without Heyman holdin' your cock for you - or are you beatin' your meat over someone else now?

I take it you mean Thomas Nixon?

Well I don't mean Richard fuckin' Nixon do I? Don't ya think it's a coincidence that I beat Nixon for the title, then he shows up right after Lesnar slithers in here? Maybe he's another one of his crackpot fuckin' lizard people, maybe he's paid him more than Vince McMahon could find stuffed down Linda's panties, or maybe he just wanted to turn up and kick my ass? Truth is, I don't fuckin' care. Lesnar? Nixon? It's obvious you both want a piece of me, so you're gonna get it. Only you ain't gonna have the chance to cheap shot me again. Let's see if either of ya are man enough to turn up at the start of next Saturday's show and look me in the eye and try it. Come on Lesnar you pussy. I ain't afraid of meatheads like you - I had sausage-armed fuckers like you pissin' their pants in the Corps, so I ain't afraid to take you to school you dumb shit. And Nixon - I was nice enough to offer you a rematch for the belt I took off ya at High Stakes. I just didn't expect ya to need back up. I thought you were bigger than that, I thought you were King of the Lizard People - and you turn up with a fuckin' dinosaur. Guess I was wrong. Well, I'll just have to educate you as well.

Jack, you do have a more pressing matter - you face Peter Gilmour on Warfare next Wednesday - that's before you can even get your hands on Lesnar.

Gilmour? Gilmour? I gotta deal with Brock Lesnar and you're askin' me about Peter Fuckin' Gilmour? Let me tell you somethin' about Gilmour. In the time I've been here - I seen him take a lotta shit from guys upstairs. Lane, Pryce, they all seem to have a nice little joke at Gilmour's expense. So maybe I feel a little sorry for him. Maybe I think "here's a guy who's just the butt of every fucker's joke". But I see more than that. I see a guy who was a champion, and don't get the respect he deserves - and before last night, I'd a'given him that respect. But fuckin' hell, now I'm mad. So Gilmour, I'm gonna keep this simple. You're a warm up. Practice. If Lesnar's "The Beast", you're nothin' more than a rabid fuckin' dog, who needs his balls cuttin' off. And if that don't calm you down, I'll just put you down for good.

**Cain balls up his right fist**

Lesnar ducked outta this Gilmour - I ain't gonna let him do that again, and I'm gonna practice on you. So come next Wednesday, you wanna get extreme? You wanna get violent? You wanna show everyone you can beat a champion? Then bring it fuckin' on. But I promise ya, you will find a changed man from the one you been seein' the past few weeks. I don't wanna just hurt people anymore. I wanna start puttin' people in fuckin' comas. I want their wives, husbands and kids screamin' and cryin' that their mommy or daddy ain't wakin' up before the next decade. I want their fuckin' dog to grow old and die before they can eat solid food again.

Peter Gilmour isn't a man you should take lightly...

Who the fuck says I'm takin' him lightly - but I am fuckin' takin' him.

Any last words for Brock Lesnar?

Yeah. Fuck you Brock. You open the cage door, you'd better be ready for what comes the fuck out.

**Cain stomps off**

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