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Cain · **05-31-2015, 07:31 AM**

447 Years Ago

He sat upon a throne built of skulls and bones, a large Claymore leaned in front of him, both hands on the hilt. The Killer King. An uncrowned Champion. The Master of Pain. Call him what you will, but this man is the oldest living being in existence. This is Cain.

But this isn't the present. No, the grey walls of the keep can attest to that. This castle had to be built at least four hundred years ago. The Killer King is where he belongs, upon his throne. As the camera zooms out, we see two men in black armor, one on either side of our anti hero, their armor gleaming in the flickering torchlight.

Their is a long red carpet leading up to the King of Murderers, pristine in condition. So the scene is at least four hundred years ago. The large stain glass windows become illuminated with light as electricity arcs across the sky. His blood red pupils move toward the window, and we see a picture of Cain, striking a man with the jaw of an ass. The scene moves a bit further and we see an image of Cain standing before a pile of corpses, covered in blood.

He smirks. His handiwork is heralded throughout the land.

"Sire."

"Yes Guard Captain?"

He speaks to the young woman who stepped through the large double doors. She is beautiful, though scarred from many past battles. She wears the same black armor as the two who stand next to Cain, fashioned in the shape of a dragon's maw. The pale woman brushed her raven hair from her face.

"The but they rebel dogs still refuse your command. We felled over one hundred of their best fighters, but they still fight."She drops to a knee and bows her head in shame. "I apologize."

He isn't a loving, warm King. The people of the small township of Cainshire(yes. He's conceited) have a good reason for hating their "King". The throne of skulls? Men, women, and children all killed by Cain and his soldiers in the taking of the town. He is a conqueror. His soldiers worship him and revere him as a God.

Cain sighs.

"And what have I told you about delivering bad news, Vyrna?"

Vyrna was his loyal servant. He'd trained her from a young girl to be a vicious warrior. Most times, she was successful in carrying out his orders. Right now, she was so ashamed that she couldn't look at her liege. She kept her eyes downcast as he looked upon her with scrutiny. The fact that he had that huge double edged sword wasn't helping things.

Cain once more spoke.

"Well? What have I said?"

"That...that you don't like bad news. That bad news is cause for execution, and that I'd better come back with good news." She spoke nervously, to a man she saw as a father figure. "But my lord, if you give me another chance, I'll..."

"Pft. Why should I give you another opportunity? Just so you can fuck up again?"

"But...my lord, I've served you faithfully! All my life! I killed my own mother in your name!"

"...." he sighed. Not to say he showed pity, but she did hold a special place for him. If he had a heart, she had a soft spot in it. But not a chink in his armor. He stood, blade held firmly in his hands.

She felt herself growing nervous as he circled her like a wolf about to attack.

"You have but one opportunity left, Guard Captain. See that you do not fail me again."

She felt a relief wash over her as he quietly walked away, shouldering the blade.

The fact of the matter was, Cain is well known to be a cruel tyrant of a man. He rules his provinces with an iron fist, and is so feared that his warriors worship him as a God. Could Vyrna truly make her king proud? Or would she fail him again? She would die like the rest if she did.

"You let her live?"

From out of the shadows stepped "The Crone", his advisor during his younger days. You might say this old woman taught him many things, amongst them, the arts of darkness of which he shows nowadays. He looks at her through the corner of his eye.

"Yes. She's one of my best soldiers. Loyal."

"I'm just surprised is all, Cain. Loyalty normally means nothing to you. Just this week alone, you've personally executed six bodyguards."

"They failed miserably. Besides,,Vyrna has potential. I can see that killer instinct in her eyes."

"Then let us hope she doesn't fail you, my liege.'

He shrugs.

"She'd best hope she doesn't. But those six bodyguards? Examples of my wrath. She knows what to do. One mission. Kill. That is it. Now if you'll excuse me, I must address my people."

The Crone bowed her head and faded into darkness as Cain stood, clad in his full battle armor. He headed down the hallway, an army of clockwork soldiers following him toward the balcony.

End scene...cut to the present.

Present Day

A walk amongst the tombstones.

Not the movie. A soft breeze rustles the lush green trees as Cain walks amongst the graves of the dearly departed. He is dressed in solid black, his duster swaying at his feet. Every now and then he stops and comments about certain tombstones, about how he "knew" them. He chuckles low and stares point blank at the camera.

"Tank, do you truly understand what you're into?"

"I mean yes, this is a pro wrestling organization. Yes, I am a serial killer moon lighting as a pro wrestler. I mean, that pretty much means that I won't murder you, right? I'm not gonna burn you alive, slit your throat, or snap your neck. I am not going to do any of that. It'd be too easy, and the thing is I want you to be alive. I want you to be living, so that you may look into the eyes of your family. That same family will stare back in disappointment as everyone does to you, and say..."

"....this will be your mother, or wife staring at you, a failure of a man..."

"Honey? What happened to you?"

"You seem honest enough, so of course you'll tell them how you got your ass beaten by the best murderer in history. You'll be so thankful that I did spare your worthless life. Mind you, I could kill you but as I've stated before...too easy."

He smirks and leans back against a mausoleum wall, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with his fingers.

"Also, where would the fun be in simply killing you physically? What of your spirit? What of your dreams? Where is the thrill in that?"

"I wanna make you scream out in anguish, Tank. I wanna hear your pain, see it, smell it...taste it."

Puff puff.

[color=#FF0000]"You know Tank, it's pitiful. It's pitiful that I saw you try and fail to take Bruce Blingsteen's Xtreme Championship. I mean, you used to be a big name, am I right? Associated with some of the biggest names in recent XWF History? While you try and get that pawn shop gold, I compete for the Universal Championship, Hart Championship, Intercointental Championship...hell, you get the point."

"Don't get me wrong."

"You are a formidable competitor, Tank. I don't discount your skills, because if my time here in XWF has taught me anything, it's that you can't underestimate anyone. Case in point would be Aidan Collins' blatant underestimation of me. But...I beat him. You see, with a miracle Tank, you could beat me."

"But we both know that miracles? Few and far."

Know what he means, Tank?

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