Post by Urijah Cain on Jan 19, 2024 23:24:35 GMT -5
*The scene opens up with Urijah sitting in a wooden rocking chair. He sits, hunched forward with his hair covering his face… after a moment, he speaks.*
Forgive me, Father… for I have buried the family name that you created to make a legacy of my own… and now I must forsake all you have given me to build my world anew. Goth, I have seen nothing but blasphemy from you since I arrived at WGWF but I have chosen to say nothing because life is about choices and your choice just so happens to be a “Messiah of Pain” but I want you to look deep into my baby-blues and listen to what I have to say because I’ll be dead and buried before I let you claim that I am another chapter in your testament. The name Cain was not chosen by me, my father, or his father before him… the name Cain goes back to the time before my family and the fact that you associate my family with the first murderer is a damned shame because it’s overlooking the individual. You looked into a name but you didn’t see the fist coming for that empty head of yours. You see, the last name Cain in this business used to hold some weight to it… it used to get me booked fresh out of wrestling school and it taught me that being a second generation star can get your foot in the door… but there’s always going to be a few dickheads trying to keep you out of destiny’s grasp… Goth… YOU are one of those dickheads, and while my last name has gotten me booked… it hasn’t gotten me far.
*Urijah sits back and brushes the hair out of his face.*
URIJAH CAIN created his own path to get out of the shadow of James Cain and the “Dynasty” he had created… but no one knows who my father is or what he did… but they know my name… they know Urijah Cain because while you were out crafting this spooky message to talk about the bible and bringing pain like it's the second coming… I’ve been in this ring… I’ve been grinding away on the independents because the only thing that keeps me sane is professional wrestling! The only home I have EVER KNOWN IS A WRESTLING RING… and I’ll be damned if I let some “Carny Cardinal” talk shit about me like I’m going to just let him waltz into First Dance and take my spot… nah, nah… this isn’t your time… and it sure as hell isn’t my end… I have been around the world, achieved gold all over the place… but one place I have yet to win any gold is right here in WGWF… and that’s a damn shame… It's a damn shame because I had chance after chance, Hell, I should be where Dubois stands now but instead I’m facing a Catholic Priest with a Slipknot fetish.
*He leans forward again… nearly grinding his teeth with every word.*
Goth, I have seen what you’re capable of and it’s not enough… it’s not enough that you took the time to slander a name I have sacrificed blood, sweat, and tears to keep out of the hands of an old-timer who’s just trying to get back into the only business that gave a damn about him… you slandered my identity and everything I stand for. Normally, I wouldn’t give a fuck if you’re Christian, Hindu, Atheist, or worshiped thick thighs on Discord… but you brought up MY name… and now I’m going to come into First Dance and put you down like the sick dog you’ve been for too long.
*Urijah begins to breathe deeply as his words begin to soften, as if being said through a strained diaphragm.*
Do you know what it feels like to go to war with those you thought were supposed to be there for you until the very end? Do you know what it’s like to look across a wrestling ring and wee your own brother laying in a pool of his own blood knowing that you caused that… Do you know what it’s like to wake up every single morning and loathe the very blood that flows through your veins… because I do… I loathe myself every single day because of who I was raised by, who I was raised with, and how I had to use the name given to me by the very man I despise to achieve my dreams… Do you know what it’s like to hate yourself for the very fact you were born into a family that hates you… I don’t think you do…
*Urijah chucks the chair he was sitting in against the wall and begins to yell.*
BECAUSE IF YOU DID, YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE THERE’S ANY HIGHER POWER… YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE THAT THE BIBLE IS THE ANSWER… BECAUSE YOU’D KNOW THAT THE ONLY GUARANTEES IN LIFE ARE DEATH AND TAXES AND EVERYTHING ELSE IS JUST WHAT YOU FIGHT FOR IN YOUR LIFE!
*Urijah brushes his hair back with his hands and takes a deep breathe*
What this world needs is a Cain who knows what it’s like to fight from the bottom. A man who knows that everything is not about what value your name holds… or what entitlement you possess. This business is all about the blood you spill and the fight inside your heart… and you want to preach that YOUR God gives you the strength… Your God created you to beat salvation into the unwashed masses of WGWF… I don’t need a God to tell me that I’m here to take an ass-whooping and get back up… I don’t need a judge to tell me that I’m falling into the same exact patterns of those who came before me… I need someone to fight… I need someone who will set themselves up against me and fight me back… and I don’t think that’s you… I don’t think a pyas man, such as yourself, has the capabilities to put me down… but I guess we’ll have to see.
*Urijah is silent as an old line from an 80s promo is played.*
“A man who emphasizes his righteousness is never the leader of his own congregation.”
*Urijah smiles.*
You are not the embodiment of good… and come First Dance… I don’t need your pity… the only need I have… is your blood… on MY hands.
*Urijah walks off screen as it fades to black*
Forgive me, Father… for I have buried the family name that you created to make a legacy of my own… and now I must forsake all you have given me to build my world anew. Goth, I have seen nothing but blasphemy from you since I arrived at WGWF but I have chosen to say nothing because life is about choices and your choice just so happens to be a “Messiah of Pain” but I want you to look deep into my baby-blues and listen to what I have to say because I’ll be dead and buried before I let you claim that I am another chapter in your testament. The name Cain was not chosen by me, my father, or his father before him… the name Cain goes back to the time before my family and the fact that you associate my family with the first murderer is a damned shame because it’s overlooking the individual. You looked into a name but you didn’t see the fist coming for that empty head of yours. You see, the last name Cain in this business used to hold some weight to it… it used to get me booked fresh out of wrestling school and it taught me that being a second generation star can get your foot in the door… but there’s always going to be a few dickheads trying to keep you out of destiny’s grasp… Goth… YOU are one of those dickheads, and while my last name has gotten me booked… it hasn’t gotten me far.
*Urijah sits back and brushes the hair out of his face.*
URIJAH CAIN created his own path to get out of the shadow of James Cain and the “Dynasty” he had created… but no one knows who my father is or what he did… but they know my name… they know Urijah Cain because while you were out crafting this spooky message to talk about the bible and bringing pain like it's the second coming… I’ve been in this ring… I’ve been grinding away on the independents because the only thing that keeps me sane is professional wrestling! The only home I have EVER KNOWN IS A WRESTLING RING… and I’ll be damned if I let some “Carny Cardinal” talk shit about me like I’m going to just let him waltz into First Dance and take my spot… nah, nah… this isn’t your time… and it sure as hell isn’t my end… I have been around the world, achieved gold all over the place… but one place I have yet to win any gold is right here in WGWF… and that’s a damn shame… It's a damn shame because I had chance after chance, Hell, I should be where Dubois stands now but instead I’m facing a Catholic Priest with a Slipknot fetish.
*He leans forward again… nearly grinding his teeth with every word.*
Goth, I have seen what you’re capable of and it’s not enough… it’s not enough that you took the time to slander a name I have sacrificed blood, sweat, and tears to keep out of the hands of an old-timer who’s just trying to get back into the only business that gave a damn about him… you slandered my identity and everything I stand for. Normally, I wouldn’t give a fuck if you’re Christian, Hindu, Atheist, or worshiped thick thighs on Discord… but you brought up MY name… and now I’m going to come into First Dance and put you down like the sick dog you’ve been for too long.
*Urijah begins to breathe deeply as his words begin to soften, as if being said through a strained diaphragm.*
Do you know what it feels like to go to war with those you thought were supposed to be there for you until the very end? Do you know what it’s like to look across a wrestling ring and wee your own brother laying in a pool of his own blood knowing that you caused that… Do you know what it’s like to wake up every single morning and loathe the very blood that flows through your veins… because I do… I loathe myself every single day because of who I was raised by, who I was raised with, and how I had to use the name given to me by the very man I despise to achieve my dreams… Do you know what it’s like to hate yourself for the very fact you were born into a family that hates you… I don’t think you do…
*Urijah chucks the chair he was sitting in against the wall and begins to yell.*
BECAUSE IF YOU DID, YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE THERE’S ANY HIGHER POWER… YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE THAT THE BIBLE IS THE ANSWER… BECAUSE YOU’D KNOW THAT THE ONLY GUARANTEES IN LIFE ARE DEATH AND TAXES AND EVERYTHING ELSE IS JUST WHAT YOU FIGHT FOR IN YOUR LIFE!
*Urijah brushes his hair back with his hands and takes a deep breathe*
What this world needs is a Cain who knows what it’s like to fight from the bottom. A man who knows that everything is not about what value your name holds… or what entitlement you possess. This business is all about the blood you spill and the fight inside your heart… and you want to preach that YOUR God gives you the strength… Your God created you to beat salvation into the unwashed masses of WGWF… I don’t need a God to tell me that I’m here to take an ass-whooping and get back up… I don’t need a judge to tell me that I’m falling into the same exact patterns of those who came before me… I need someone to fight… I need someone who will set themselves up against me and fight me back… and I don’t think that’s you… I don’t think a pyas man, such as yourself, has the capabilities to put me down… but I guess we’ll have to see.
*Urijah is silent as an old line from an 80s promo is played.*
“A man who emphasizes his righteousness is never the leader of his own congregation.”
*Urijah smiles.*
You are not the embodiment of good… and come First Dance… I don’t need your pity… the only need I have… is your blood… on MY hands.
*Urijah walks off screen as it fades to black*