In the darkness, he stared out the window at the pouring rain. He had a lot on his mind as of late. Here he was, the King of all Killers yet he wasn't taken seriously. He felt that he should be, seeing as he was good at what he did outside of the ring.

"Outside of the ring." He thought with a grimace.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out an open pack of Marlboro Reds. He flipped the top of it and "bumped" a cigarette out, taking the filter of it between his lips. Pulling out his lighter, he struck it. The flame danced up to the end of the cigarette and he drew in a few deep puffs.

The smoke filled the air of his study, wafting up toward the ceiling. He sat there, smoking, going over the events of his short career in his mind. Starting out his career, he'd destroyed Gladiator and then went on to a draw with Swagmire Swaggins.

He'd had his share of wins though, and this made him happy. He knew he had it in him to beat any man in that ring, but where was that X-factor? What was he missing? Maybe he had reinvented himself so many times. Maybe he'd watered himself down too much.

He puffed on the cigarette, holding it between two fingers as he thought about his evolution. In the span of two months, he'd faced off against men like Morbid Angel, Sebastian Duke, and Eli James.

Sebastian Duke saw something in him but Cain could not figure out what. After all, he'd been on the losing end of things so often that it had become commonplace. It was as if he'd given up by the time he disappointed the Brotherhood at War Games. He'd thought that maybe he wasn't destined to "win the big one", relegating himself to the role of a "bruiser". He sighed and shook his head.

But then he turned his frown upside down as he pictured Vinnie Lane standing before him with chunks of hair missing. He pictured the man's "Crimson Mask", which was beautiful to the Last Son of Eden. He'd given the "Champ" all that he could handle but...

...he came up short.

The rage became apparent in his encounter with Austin. He knew that cocky little son of a bitch was good for something because he'd lit a fire in the once "always defeated Cain". "Always defeated" because he let himself forget what was important in this business.

Then Austin continuously reminded him that winning WAS important. It was one thing to leave your opponent laying. It was another thing to leave them laying as you looked down on them with your hand raised high and the crowd roaring their approval.

Like a gladiator.

It was all the more sweeter when you stood over them with a title in your hand, as he once held the Road to Xtreme title. Now he would be facing The Killers with Cyren as his partner. He would do it for a shot at the Tag Team Titles.

He grinned as he pressed the cherry of the cigarette into the palm of his hand. Then he laughed. He had a job to do, and this time...

He would not fail. His time was coming.


"Another week and I grow more powerful by the day."

"I know that I do not do this often, hell, I never really do this. But I would just like to take a second and express gratitude to a man who was the better man, Austin Fernando. You took everything I had to give and more, but rather than run like a coward you kept on fighting. You had ample opportunity to escape that cage. I even saw you climb all the way up and then ...."

He laughs.

"....you flipped off the crowd. Fearless, I say. You didn't bat an eyelash at me. You have my respect for what it's worth."

"Now, on the flip side of this coin, we have a man undeserving of my respect. A joke. A . A man who apparently sucks his own dick, which is something bragged about by whimsical high schoolers. You know, these humans live to impress each other and their ilk."

Quote:Morbid gets to his feet, grabs Peter and devastates him with a Got est Tot. Peter goes down hard, and Dan helps lift him back up to a sitting position, while Morbid rips his necklace of and places it by his crotch, and begins to ram it down Peter's throat. Peter begins to gag, and Morbid grabs the back of Peter's head, forcing it down his throat hard and fast, as if Peter was honestly blowing him. When Peter is about to vomit, Morbid pulls away and Dan throws the bucket under Peter's mouth. Vomit pours from his mouth like water at Niagara Falls. When he's finished Morbid takes the bucket from Dan and dumps it on Peter's head.

"I have provided video evidence, seeing as how you are not only a joke but you are a liar. You'll say it never happened, but you'll look like a dumb ass."

"Yes. That happened. It's a thing."

"Now you see, Peter, there was a time in the past where maybe I would respect you. Maybe I would look at your title history on your website, dickeater dot com, and see that you have wrestled countless men in countless countries. I'm sure there was a time when you became a household name."

"But now you're just laughable."

"I mean, just look at your post show comments."

Peter Gilmour Said:Suck my dick! and im not paying ;)

"What. The. Actual. Fuck?"

"Did you just back out on a bet you made and wink? You know what else? I know if I was forced to suck MY dick, I would be pretty pissed off. Yet, there you stand, big smile on your face and the taste of rotted dick in your mouth."

"Rotted dick. Not Spotted Dick, idiot."

"Where are your balls, Gilmour?"

"Oh shit, I bet they're in Morbid Angel's pocket. Or maybe better yet, Maria's purse. You make me question which one of you is truly the Queen anyway. Always have and always will, what with your "yes honey", "right away honey." But you know EXACTLY what I'm talking about."

"Fear not, Peter. You've a chance to redeem yourself on Wednesday. I mean, I could tell you that I'm excited about this Tag Team match but then I look at my partner. He, like myself, wasn't victorious this week. That's not okay with me Peter."

"That's going to change. Assuming I defeat you this week in our tag team match, then I will go on to win the Tag Team titles with Cyren. But if Cyren let's me down, which I will murder him for it then I am coming to Snow Job and leaving as the Hart Champion."

"If he lives up to his reputation? One half of the Tag Team Champions."

"You really don't know what it means to be a champion. Okay, maybe you know but do you really care?"

Peter Gilmour Said:You guys really need to give people like me some fuckin' privacy.

"Remember that Peter? First words you told the camera crew following your title win?"

"Really Peter? Really?"

"You want privacy?"

"Too fuckin bad, fat boy. The second you won that fuckin' belt you gave up the luxury of privacy. I mean, you even went as far as to tell everyone that you had millions of fans. Fans are those people that bombard your ass with photographs, stupid."

"So you've forgotten what it means to be a champion, so allow me to remind you. You and Dimallisher. Dumb and dumber."

"By the way, I looked up his profile on the XWF app and it's spelled wrong. Makes me wonder what I'm really up against, to be honest. A man with dick breath and a man so stupid he can't spell his own fucking name?"

"This should be a cakewalk for me. Well, me and Cyren. I'll let you know right now that I do not play well with others. But the simple fact of the matter is that teaming with a former Universal Champion benefits me. Hell, even if we lose I still get you and I'm gonna take that fuckin' title if that happens, son."

"But I'm saddened by this in a way. I mean it's obvious that I out class you. It's obvious that my time is dawning and there's no way in hell I'm gonna let you pin my shoulders to the mat."

"You'll do that over my dead body and I think you KNOW how that all works."

Cain chuckles and wrings his wrists. His expression darkened as he motioned the camera to come in closer to him. He speaks, his voice as low as a whisper.

"All jokes aside, Peter, you and your mentally challenged redneck are in a lot of fucking trouble. You cannot begin to understand the things that I alone will do to you, let along Dim. You will understand though that the days of Cain losing are over and done. Your asses? They belong to me. Your souls? Those are mine too. Cyren can participate in this massacre as he sees fit, but at the end of the day..."

"...one way or the other..."

"...Cain will rule."

"Win-win situation."

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