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Cain · (09-21-2014)

"Long time ago..." Cain began. These first words came from him as he stood on the precipe of a large rock in the outback, staring into the setting sun. "...I would have never seen myself with such a bright future. Such an opportunity. I wasn't a nobody, not by any stretch of the imagination. Not to the world anyway. My legend started in Genesis. But what about wrestling? Noone knew my name. Noone knew the names of brave warriors, like me, fighting for our lives in the Roman colliseum. Sure, Spartacus. Go ahead and say what you will about that, but the little known fact that I was Caesar's favorite gladiator? Nope. Nada. Hence the term "little known". Then..." the left corner of the Future of Darkness' mouth curled upwards, sun glinting off his shades. "...I fought in the war of seventeen seventy six. The Revolutionary War. Yanks side. They exclude that from the history books, but..." he shrugs. "...fuck it. Right? I care as much about that as I do the opinion of Pest." He had a little chuckle and looked at the camera. "And, as you may have presumed, I do not value Pest's opinion."

Silence for a moment, then a sigh. "You know..." He sweeped a hand over the horizon. "...looking out at this horizon, I realize what it means to be a Universal Champion. Not just getting a big, shiny, gold belt. And, cool shades to go with it. No, it's not some silly thing like that. It's more than that to someone like me. I mean..." tilts his head. "...I wonder. I wonder what it means to someone like Mark Flynn? Like Enigma? With all due respect to the latter, I personally watched these two for a long, long time. I've noticed that they both have had twenty four seven briefcases, yet neither has chosen to cash them in. Am I right, Gabriel?"

The plot thickens. Yes, Cain's personal camera man, the one he didn't kill is here still. We see the shot move up and down shakily.

"Hahaha..." He laughed. "...please excuse young master Gabriel. He is a bit tongue tied at this very moment. But yes, how can you call yourself serious about wanting to be a champion when you have a guaranteed title shot and you just let it go to waste? You let the briefcase gather dust on your shelf. I wonder what the holders do with said briefcase anyway? Enigma, I can imagine, is likely waiting for the perfect opportunity while OTHER people are either just too lazy or scared to cash in. It's a pity, isn't it, Gabriel?"

Camera moved up an down, shakily.

The smile faded from the face of the...well, Cain. "Let me make one thing perfectly clear right now. You know, alot of people, they don't know my past. They don't know my history. They think that I..." He made air quotes. "..."can't wrestle" because of my..." more air quotes. "..."gimmick". Maybe they're right. I can't wrestle. Ya see, you fucking morons...and I can say that because Warfare...I don't wrestle men..." Thunder rumbled during the dramatic pause. He calmly looked at the camera, straight faced. "I ruin them. I decimate them. I am the Devastation of Mankind, and you all are going to learn that. This..." he shook his head, another rumbling heard. "...may very well be a gimmick to all of you, but I am what I am. And now? Now I understand that when you want something, you do everything within your power to claim it."

"Even kill."

He holds up one finger. NCW Television Champion..." another finger goes up. "...NCW Intercontinental Champion..." He counts off every credential, the sky growing darker. "....GCW Pay Per View Champion...CWA King of the Dungeon...TWF European Champion...Federation X Television Champion...Bloodsport Champion...RTX Champion......Ark of the Covenant Champion..." He points to himself, alight drizzle beginning to fall. Lightning illuminates the evening sky as his voice raised slightly. "...I won those titles because I am not a wrestler but I am a FUCKING WARRIOR!"

As the rain picked up slightly, Cain looked down."...I've never had the "big prize". One thing I am looking forward to doing here. And the title picture? Oh...so many people want that Universal Title. Morbid Angel. Master Duke. Hell, Eli James must surely want it back. But for once...for once...I thank God. Fucking prick cursed me, but hey, look who gets an opportunity for the number one contendership. However, it saddens me that ...my opponents...they do not seem to take this seriously. I mean...has anyone seen Luna Hightower? The last time I saw her was when I was at the gorilla position like three weeks ago. Or maybe...just maybe she isn't even significant in the grand scheme of things. Could it be that she is scared? Or...maybe the bitch just ain't serious about the business. Bitch is here for publicity. Wants to be the next Linda Blair? I cannot say. But I am classified as an actual monster, as opposed to being possessed by one." He threw his arms in the air and paced back and forth, also having to yell over the sound of the rain. "And where the fuck is Aidan Collins?! All of a sudden, he dissappears as well?! That's the problem with these fucking humans! No mother fucking desire! No heart!"

Thunder cracked. Lightning streaked across the sky. Cain? Well, this whole interview had been from his heart. The waterproof camera implanted into Gabriel's glasses withstood the storm; but the battery was getting low. Cain could tell this from the red light, which began to flash slowly. So he knew time was short...he had to make his point. He got in Gabriel's face, and made SURE that he could be heard. "I have heart. I have a black heart, but it is still a heart. Triple threat? A steep challenge. But, my black heart? It wants the gold...and I will do anything...go through ANYONE, to get it. So Wednesday Night...you will all bear witness to a grim future. First Luna. Then Collins...and then, Shades...Angelus..."

"...you'll be decimated. Because I want what you have and it WILL be mine!"

The twisted, demonic features of Cain take up the screen for a good twenty seconds, his grin evil, eyes glowing firey red behind his own shades. Finally, we see the Murderoud Cain make a sudden move, then we see the sky...like it's getting further away. Further. Further.

SPLAT!

The scene slowly fades to black...the firey eyes of the murderer the last thing anyone sees.

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