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Cain · (07-22-2014)

The scene opens in the study of Cain's Manor. Actually, your tv screen goes to static for a moment, andthat's when the scene opens. The study looks like a huge library, with volumesand volumes of books upon it's shelves. What we see is Cain, as he paces back and forth, muttering curses under his breath. He is dressed in his armani suit, freshly showered. You can see the rage in his solid black eyes, his claws extended, his fangs bared. Suddenly, he lets out a gutteral roar, shaking the glass.

"FUUUUUUUCCCCCK!"

He slams his fist into a nearby wooden reading desk, the desk collapsing under the force of his punch. Then he moves over to a bookcase and grabs it, the books flying across the room, the window shattering. He slumps against the wall, rocking back and forth. At first, as he buries his head in his hands, you would think that he is sobbing. But when you listen closely, you hear his laughter, quietly. He whispers.

"Once again...once again, they...they leave me no..."

"Hahahahahahahaha..."

He doesn't finish his thought as he begins laughing maniacally, once more. Finally, after an eternity of sadistic laughter, he finishes the thought in a calm, level voice.

"...they leave me no choice. They have pushed and pushed, and I have pushed back. I went into that ring Monday...I...I tried.. " He slams his fist into a nearby bookcase, cracking it's supports, his own blood trickling onto the red carpet of his study. "I was screwed...you all know it...I know it. Fucking Paul Heyman knows it. Kendall Sawyer knew...she KNEW...that my time was coming..." once again, maniacal laughter. Then we hear Cain counting... "...tick...tock...tick...tock..."

He looks into the camera and roars, eyes blazing red.

"MY TIME IS NOW!" he yells, before rocking back and forth, his voice going low once more. "...no...more excuses. No more...losses...no mercy, and it begins...haha...it begins with you, Danny Scott. You think...hehe...you think it's a joke...you think this is all...hahahaha..." his eyes blaze again, and he yells thunderously. "...FUN AND GAMES!? YOU WON'T BE THINKING FUN AND GAMES WHEN I RIP YOUR DICK OFF AND SHOVE IT DOWNYOUR THROAT!"

He hangs his head forward, long black hair falling in his face. His decibal level lowers once more... "Do you think that I amafraid of bleeding, Daniel?" He inquires as he crawls over to the broken glass, sitting lotus style beside it. He picks up a shard. "Do you think I am afraid of you cutting me, Daniel? Does it get you off thinking that I fear you?" He clenches a fist and jabs the glass into the meat of his wrist...blooding shooting out. "I..." More slashing. More blood. "...AM NOT..." he slashes into his wrist repeatedly, spilling buckets of blood. "...TO BLEED!"

Cain is covered in his own blood by now. Dark red and viscous, each and every drop burning the carpet as it touches it. His low, haunting laughter is heard again as we get a blood stained profile shot. His glowing red eye focuses on the camera.

"Are you, Daniel?"

"Are you afraid to bleed? Understand me now as you hear these words, because what I say will come to pass."

"Daniel Scott, you may have accepted this match under the pretense of raping a man, but was it worth it? IS it worth it now that you know what you face? I am not about saying your prayers, training, and eating your vitamins. No, Daniel. My creedo is kill or be killed. So Thursday Night, bring all your stupid sexual innuendos. Bring your perversions. I will bring to you the sheer power of a man possessed with hate. A warrior who wants..." He stops, snapping once again. "NEEDS TO WIN! I NEED IT, AND YOU JUST SO HAPPEN TO BE THE UNFORTUNATE VICTIM..." his voice lowers to a whisper. "...a sacrifice...and before our match, just ask yourself..."

"...am I afraid?"

-STATIC-

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