"What did I say?"

Austin Fagnado Said:"Here we are once again, and I get to talk to my main man Cain. I'll get right down to it, since you seem to get annoyed by me reminding you of every time I've left you broken and battered.

"Yeah, I find it funny you love to complain about that, and the fact that I TALK about how great I am.

"I don't just talk, Cain. I prove exactly WHY I am great. But tell me... what do you do to back up all of your talk?

"So now not only am I the world's greatest murderer but I am also a fucking psychic? I guess so. Must be in the water around here, hell, you've got a talking pile of dung, Sebastian Duke, Unknown...Undead (?) Soldier? Meta humans, fuck the world."

""On the next episode of Austin is a Dumbass..." He laughs to himself. "...silly fool, did you take nothing away from anything I said to you? Yes. You are annoying as fuck. That's every human to me, because it's in your nature. That nature is the nature of a stupid, pussy ass human who would be nothing if not for the fact that Shane likes you."

"Well, doesn't like me and I could give a rat's nutsack. So let's once again reiterate. I am not going into this match for the sole purpose of winning, because in all probability you will win. I admit, you are the best wrestler and you probably will win, but you have to ask yourself Fernando."

"At what cost?"

Cain begins to count off on his fingers.

"Sacrelidge offered his life in our match and I took it. Lucifer Fyre offered his dignity and lost it after the umpteenth time I beat him. Morbid Angel lost my respect, even in my defeat, when he begged for mercy, Sebastian Duke beat me but where the hell is he now? Oh, and I ended Aidan Collins' career. I embarrassed him and actually won number one contendership. Vinnie Lane lost three pints of blood and three fucking feet of hair."

"And I lost, but in my mind I succeeded."

""How?" You'll ask."

[color=#FF0000]"It's like I said, Fernando, and you obviously neglected to listen. Oh yeah, you may have heard me but you didn't listen obviously. In a way, I don't blame you because like so many around here you don't take me seriously. Let's be honest, my win-loss record is not the most stellar in the world. Yes, let's keep mentioning that. Why not? You do."

"But I said, and I repeat once again, that wins and losses don't mean a damned thing to a monster. Case in point, I had a whole arena of fans concerned for one of their heroes. Ginger Snaps. I believe she stopped breathing at one point after I took her to my Satanic Suplex City."

"I am not your average athlete, in case you were too stupid to realize that. I lose everything, but a man who has lost everything has nothing left to lose. It is then that he focuses on the complete and utter destruction of his target. In this case? You. A pinball or submission victory comes second to making you scream. So ask yourself one more fucking time, primate. What cost are you willing to pay to beat me?"

Austin Fernando Said:I can't fathom it, I really can't. I can't comprehend why you're still around, talking like you're somehow a terror in the federation. You talk about scripting and all that like we're not actually putting it all on the line when we step into that ring.

"Why am I still around? Why do I "talk myself up" like I'm some kind of terror? It's because I am. I've given you example after fucking example of my power, yet you pretend you're a stupid blonde with her finger stuck up her ass. Then, you take it out just to see if it stinks. News flash."

"Shit stinks."

"A turd is a turd and you can gift wrap it all day but it's still sit
Just like every word you read from the teleprompter. We all know that you A. Get your shit from the teleprompter or B. Write that suit on your forearm for remembrance. We know some guy sits back there and writes everything you say, and you choreograph your every move. You are a fraud, and what proves that to me is your little vignettes about being an Assassin."

"Hell, you just now began killing. I've been doing this shit for thousands of years and here you come out of the blue, coincidentally in a match against me, killing little boys. Hell you probably raped him too. That part didn't get added because it was unscripted and the child actor you hired didn't agree to it."

"Fucking baby raper."

"You cry like a birch during your kill scenes? Was that part 9f the script to or did you just find yourself to soft to actually THINK about fake killing your unwilling prepubescent lover?"

"You really wanna be a killer?"

His lips curl upwards at the sides, eyes flashing red like coals for a moment.

"Welcome to my world, bitch."

"I mean, I don't rape children like you do because I am not just a washed up actor who's only worthy of D movie roles. I mean, in what movie were you playing an Assassin? "The Good, The Bad, and the Homo"? "A Fistful of Stupid"? "For a Few More Dicks in Austin's Pansy Ass?"

"Before you ask, I do believe you are as gay as a Madonna Backup Dancer on Fire Island. XWF Faithful I may be, but I'd rather lose in XWF than suck Shane off in CCWF. And no, you're not as good as you think you are or claim to be. If you were, why would you hire actors to try and Xerox my shit? Which I do for real."

"If I suck so bad, then why try and emulate me? Which by the way, you're doing all wrong. I would never kill with a gun. Guns are for pussies like you. I talk a lot of shit about Peter Gilmour too, but at least he DOES have a title. What do you have? Nothing. Zilch. Just a big dick suckling mouth."

"WAIT. You're counting Maverick's toilet paper as being worth something? Pardon the pun, Ass-ton of Fagness but the fact is that title isn't worth shit. Literally. Well, except maybe Maverick's, who in turn isn't worth shit. As for holding the Tag Titles with Luca, I hardly think holding a championship with a part timer is anything to brag about. Luca looks like a fucking joke."

"Birds of a feather and all that."

"So Austin, you can sit there all the fuck day long and brag about being a future double champion. You can film fake vignettes about being a child murderer and an assassin in a vain attempt to reach my level of terror. You can EVEN come back with witticisms to every fucking thing I say, but at the end of the day we all know what you are."

"You're the sorry mother fucker who's gonna get his pansy ass handed to him by Cain. That's all you are and nothing more."


He shrugged.

"I just hope your sure about your career ending prematurely. I know I'm excited about ending it."

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