The Chronicles of Caine: Chapter 1- Ennui
Feb 2, 2018 1:33:28 GMT -5
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The Chronicles of Caine:
Chapter 1- Ennui
(The WCF Logo comes into view)
Voiceover: The following is a presentation of WCF Home Video
(Slow fade to black precedes a 2 second delay of darkness. The a slow fade in reveals a large room, dimly lit by oil lamps strategically placed on several Baroque style Coffee tables, each near a piece of extravagant sitting room furniture. Seen in the rear of the room is a large four poster bed, curtains of burgandy draped on all four sides. A desk sits near the far wall; a wall decorated with richly colored rugs, like the rest of the room. These tapestries, depicting scenes not of joy, but of war and bloodshed, cover the entire perimeter of the room. All of a sudden, as if out of thin air, the ambient pan of the room is stopped by a striking figure sitting with his legs crossed and hands folded in front of him on a Baroque style sitting room chair. Despite the dim light, this gentleman appears in full focus; a dashing man with black hair, blue eyes, and a defined jawline. His smile is warm and inviting, but his cold blue eyes tell of devious thoughts. He addresses the viewing public as welcomed guests in his home. His voice carries a slightly British accent and a cool, calm manor)
Greetings WCF faithful and welcome to Caine Manor!
(He gestures behind him, pretty proud it seems)
You know, its not much..just a small castle I came across..Could say it fits my style more than any modern home..It does have its drawbacks, I'm sure a mere mortal would find the conditions dreadful..But they suit someone like me just fine..
(Caine uncrosses his legs and leans forward, cold steely gaze fixed, same pleasant face more into a smirk now)
So why would someone like me, a man of immense means and a less finite view on life than most, choose of all things professional wrestling as my next great adventure? There are quite a few reasons..But it boils down to one simple one..Ennui.
I'm bored.
I've done virtually everything there is to do on this Earth. Been married a dozen times. Outlived my wives and cut off my children. Raising children does not suit me. Its drudgery and kindness and all of those things I absolutely detest!
I've participated in practically every extreme sport one could imagine. I've seen the world time and time again..I've seen trends, regimes, and every manner of human existence come and go and, I must admit, it all bores me..
But then, my life changed from a rather unusual and exciting event..In my travels, I came across a young man..Upon meeting we immediately hit it off. I saw him as a rather impressionable young lad, his antics amused me. So much so that I brought him here, to my inner sanctum. It was here that this young man taught me about something I had never known of before...The World of the WCF.
Yes this young man was very familiar with the WCF..in fact, all he could keep saying was how he was quite the star, but he had to leave and decided to start traveling the World where we happened to meet. I was intrigued..I had to know more about this...So..I asked him to show me a few moves and, to my delight, he obliged! As a matter of fact, we built a ring..Come, let me show you..
(From here, the viewer gets a scope of the enormity and age of this castle. Through a large creaking wooden door, a dark hallway is seen as well as a staircase lit by torches along the inner wall)
Watch your step...
(Blackness is all that is seen on the other side of the wall, and no, not Charlie Murphy..A pitch black space of nothingness..If one listens closely, a plaintive wail can be heard in the distance..At the bottom of the stone staircase is a grand open space, sparsely decorated with furniture from various ancient civilizations..If one looks closely, the tiles appear to be arranged in the shape of a Pentagram against the cold black floor..Our host gestures us to a spot on the floor where he pulls a trap door and soon, we are led down an even darker staircase..The wail mentioned earlier is louder..Our host does not notice..At the end of this staircase is an illuminated room, the first evidence of electricity we've seen..We are addressed by our host..)
Behold! A fully modern wrestling facility..
(The ring looks like a standard ring at first..Upon closer inspection,small bits of glass and metal seem to be protruding from the ropes themselves, crusted in blood..The mat, made of pure black velvet, shines with glass shattered to the likeness of glitter..Our host sneers at us..)
With a few modifications of course...
(Our host steps into the ring, sauntering toward the center laughing to himself..)
And to think..in only a short amount of time..I will be in a ring somewhat like this..WRESTLING in front of numerous mere mortals against another Mere Mortal! Ohh, if they only knew...That the only thing more pressing than my sense of eternal boredom, the only thing more powerful than my drive to find a new challenge..The only orgasmic feeling a being such as myself NEVER EVER TIRES OF...Is the feeling of inflicting pain...
I enjoy the screams of another man as I manipulate his joints against his will..The sound of cracking bone within my hands gives me a thrill no mere WOMAN could ever hope to achieve! The feeling of life slipping from ones body...the amazing function of pain...suffering...to suffer is to fully feel the weight of life...
Life is suffering...
And for a being like me..Who enjoys nothing more than the feeling of inflicting damage, testing the pain tolerance of another human being..
Pain..is..Life..
A gift I can give to all those who encounter me in the WCF...For the only reason I will choose to keep them alive..Is to hear them scream again...
(Suddenly, a loud agonizing scream is heard behind one of the stone walls..Our host chuckles..)
Perhaps you were wondering whatever happened to this young man who has forever altered the history of the WCF by introducing me to wrestling...Well...
(Our host leaves the ring in a cavalier way, saunters over to a far wall and gently pushes one of the stones..the wall itself rotates and what is seen next is horrifying..Chained to the wall with arms spread is a familiar face to longtime WCF fans..That is, it used to be, for the once young face is disfigured, skin removed, maggots wiggling in and out of a mouth calling out for death..the body is mangled and bloody..a mere pair of cargo shorts obscures a painful scene as evidenced by the blood soaking and dripping from them...Our host walks close to the young man, and whispers)
How do you feel...
(The young man proceeds to spit maggots into the face of our host..He smiles as he wipes his chin...)
A spirited young lad you are! Lets see if we can't...Get you to sing for our audience...
(From nowhere, our host pulls a liquid from his coat and douses the poor soul on the wall..A scream that should never be heard this side of Hell is uttered..Our host appears amused)
A slight bit off key young man...But a game attempt...
(Our host turns to us as the screams turn to pitiful cries)
You see WCF, after this young gentleman gave me all of his wrestling knowledge and we trained until I was confident, I decided to let him in to my deepest, darkest realms..Into my sickest fantasies...Oh don't worry, he will live...I have also shared my curse with him...So he will never die...Just...hanging around for my pleasure...
So now WCF, you've gotten to know a little about me...
(Our host smiles, that smile of sadistic charm..A smile that could beguile Satan himself..His final words before the transmission cuts off...)
I can't wait to get to know all of you.....