Post by jacksoncaine on Feb 9, 2018 16:07:15 GMT -5
The Chronicles of Caine, Chapter 2: Arrival
(Slow warm fade onto a young man in his messy bedroom..The teenager is fat, wearing a WCF t-shirt and a limited edition "Brotherhood" lettermans jacket..He ambles towards a computer desk and a computer that looks like it costs more than his house..2 bags of Cheetos under one arm, a Super big Gulp under the other, he eagerly starts his computer. After a few mouse clicks, we are led to the WCF Network You Tube page where, while scarfing Cheetos, the young man clicks on the latest video. This is where our vantage point changes and we see the latest chapter in the Chronicles of Caine..Fade in to a busy city street with one man, Jackson Caine, standing still in focus..His voice narrates the scene while Jackson stands with a bemused look on his face)
All of these people..Scuttling about like ants during the day..With no thought or awareness around the fact that any day they can die..This is where I find solace in my condition..I am hyper aware of my situation, which in a strange way gives me the utmost in peace..
(Caine suddenly waves his hand and the whole bustling crowd stops..a deafening silence replaces the loud din of city life..To the right, a cup of coffee is suspended in mid air on its way to the ground and next to it, a careless girl on her cell phone tossing it away..Caine addresses the audience directly)
This week, I embark on a new chapter in my life..A chapter where I will ascend to the highest heights..Take risks..And above all, inflict pain on those unfortunate enough to cross me..
(He says this with an eerie calm and a slight smirk..)
My opponents for this week are Ken Kimura and Kenneth -air quotes- Boobie Williams..Now, I'm not going to grab the low hanging fruit and even mention the name of Boobie, for that would be below my standards..I've seen many peculiar names and nicknames in my time, but this one is not worth my address..
Mr. Williams claims the role of a thug..A heavy..A gangster..Many of these men attracted to the gangster life are fatherless drifters who never had any guidance because their mother worked 3 jobs to support herself and her assorted litter of vermin. So, to feel some sort of power over their non relevant lives, they becomes gangsters where they gain said power, but also a sense of family and purpose. These are very sad individuals..Instead of doing better for the world, using the air in their lungs for purpose, they kill and maim for a so-called respect. I've read about Mr. Williams time in incarceration and I must admit that prison can be a nasty place and for him to be a champion in an underground wrestling circuit strikes me as both admirable, and yet highly absurd. In reality, Mr. Williams is a waste of space. He does no good to anyone, and though he may think he is tough..When he looks into my eyes...A piece of his soul will tumble from his prison stretched rectum into his wrestling attire, and he will have to change his name to Poopie Williams
(Caine allows himself a laugh)
Come on, gotta give me one...
But moving on..Ken Kimura..Another especially loathsome piece of excrement who claims to be a martial artist and yet..Have you seen this walking joke speak? He has the eloquence of the Elephant Man, and the class of a common street urchin. I do not need to brag about my prowess. I do not need to tell people how wonderful I am..I would rather show them...It will be my pleasure to take Ken Kimura's rotten mouth and close it for him permanently.
Now how to dispose of these miscreants..I believe for my first match, I should make it special and appropriate. So, for Mr. Williams, after he soils himself, I will take his bloated head and break it open like a ripe melon. As he bleeds, humiliated and stinking, I plan to rip the beard from his face and place it on his head like a bad toupee..Crying in the middle of the ring for mercy, I will make him beg to me to spare his worthless life and depending on how I feel that evening, he may either be carried out in a stretcher..or a body bag..I have not decided yet..
As for Ken Kimura..I will let him believe he is a martial arts expert. As I parry his insignificant kicks and easily dodge his blows, he will be surprised when I catch him mid strike and twist his arm in a way it was not meant to be bent. Then I will tear his other arm from its sockets..For fun, I may take out his knees..And when he is on the ground, crying for mercy, I will be left with yet another choice..Once again..all depends on how I feel..
I am a man of few words..I let my actions do the talking..Until Saturday..WCF..Your time is finite..And I have all the time in the world..
(With a cocky grin, Caine walks off and begins to wave his arm but stops..)
Oh and young man? You did that to yourself with the Cheetos..such a pity..
(He waves his arm..But not before adjusting the path of the aforementioned coffee so it spills onto the lady when time resumes..Then a quick cut to the aforementioned young man, blue in the face, cheetos emerging from his full mouth like a cournacopia at Thanksgiving. Fade to black)