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Cain · **04-28-2014, 06:50 PM**

A somber Original Beast stands atop the arena, in the middle of the night. It is at least a day before the show. What is he doing there so early? Normally, we don't see what Romulus is doing because most of his life doesn't appear on camera. But the current situation is that our anti hero stares down on what he sees as cattle. Humans. A sigh escapes the Original Beast.

"Yes. I prefer Cain."

He smirks.

"Though I do not recall ever speaking my name out loud for the XWF cameras. After all, most people would not believe that I am a two thousand year old immortal, cursed by God to live forever and feed off humans. But believe you me, it is true. I did mot believe what I had become myself. At least until I looked down at my half eaten wife and saw the blood on my own hands. Or the time someone had actually driven a car into me head on, and more damage was done to the car than myself. I was suprisingly the only survivor of said accident. Then, there's the time I fought, not wrestled but FOUGHT a man in a ten story Vain's Collar match. That's set in a ten story DEEP house of glass, and is pure hell for any involved. Max and I fought like two pitbulls, nearly killing each other. I put a cigar out in his eyes, hell, he tazed my fucking ballsack. There was so much blood loss that you'd think I just fucked a virgin. Hah."

The match of which he spoke was his very first Main Event for a big wrestling company. A global company. He laughed.

"Oh deeeear, I lost. Whatever shall I do?"

A serious look takes over his facial expression, eyes flashing red.

"I get up and I walk away. Not crawl. Not slide. Not turn my tail and RUN, but WALK away. Because Azrael, what you must realize is that much like yourself, I am not normal. My body doesn't hold injury like a normal human. Now, you speak of being forged in the fires of battle and that is something that I can respect. But think about this, Azzie. While your soul was forged in the fires of battle, my very skeletal structure is like steel forged in the fires of hell. I have seen Sherman Tanks fall in battle faster than me. You have been here longer than me, oh yes, YOU sir are a fucking Xtreme Wrestling veteran! You've probably beaten more people here than I've met!"

He growls, his decibel level slowly rising, insanity glowing in his eyes.

"But I've destroyed more loves in this WORLD than you've ever met. I have no qualms about killing a man, or woman, for the benefit of my career. I don't look at my opponents as opponents; I look...at them...as...VICTIMS! Enigma...IS A VICTIM. You...ARE A VICTIM. And any one of these god damn so called XTREME men or women. Because whether it's you, or Duke's little brother...or even Sebastian Duke HIMSELF, I am the man who will stand atop the Xtreme Wrestling Federation; FUCK THAT. I am the GOD who will stand atop the mountain of Xtreme!"

Thunder rumbled in the distance. Lightning flashed in the dark skies. A storm was brewing, the wind whistling, picking up. Seemingly reacting to The Original Beast. Romulus once again watched the men and women below. He huffed and snickered.

"Oh my, I seem to have lost myself for a moment. But that's what happens when an animal becomes focused. Trust you me, I am as focused as they come. My prey on Warfare? It is not so much a person as an object. That object? The United States Championship. By any means necessary."

"So it is written."

Romulus chuckles as the rain begins falling, and just drops into thin air, seemingly jumping off the side of the arena. Huffing and panting can be heard as the cameraman runs over, looking down only to see a murder of ravens flying into the camera. Blacking out the scene.

-End Scene-

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