Book XI: Chapter X3
And rewind to Blood pt.II

Curtis Williams II

|Tuesday - Morning|
-Caine's Chamber-
-James Caine / Fred / Kain Harbinger / Cara / Person from James' Past-
I woke up the next morning before going down to my chamber to meet await Kain, to take a piss and ofund that my dick felt like Plague, the skinny fuck that he is, stepped right on the god damned tip of my dick. I thoought about this right before I remembered I had some fairly decent sex the night before on the plane ride home from Addiction. I laughed as I shut the door to my bathroom.


Fast forward a shower, a half hour, and I'm hanging in my basement by razor and barbed wire around my wrists and forearms that slowly drip blood, as Cara tears my shirt off. The smell of blood, sweat, shit, and death filled the room. But none of those scents bothered any of us, we weren't right.


"What are these?" Cara said as she circled behind me as I hung there suspended by the wires digging into my wrists.


"Nothing..." I grunted as she bore the whip down on my flesh again, and again.


"Caine... You know better than to lie to Cara. She can sense these kinds of things you know." Kain said from his shadow in the corner. How the hell that big of a man managed to stay in the shadows I'll never fucking know. "James... Why do you keep calling us back? You know you don't feel any of this." he said from the darkness.


"I just love the company you guys create Cap'n. Not to mention the whole whips and wires is a total turn-Ungh-on." I reply grunting as Cara sank her teeth into my oozing scars. I sould smell the dead flesh rotting as I spoke.


"I don't think Cara believes you James." Kain said in the somber voice of his. Why wouldn't he just shut up?


"Alright, I need a new bodygaurd. The old one wasn't quite up to physical standards."


"Funny, you never spoke so easily before..." Cara leaned in and whispered into my ear, just before jammin a knife into my ribs, just deep enough to puncture flesh and bone, but nothing fatal of course.


"Yea, well, I was never in a hurry was I? Guah.... " I startled myself as he ice cold hands slithered their way down the front of my jeans and wrapped themselves around my manhood, pride, and joy, giving a them all a nail bleeding squeeze. "Okay Fuck! GOD DAMN THAT ONE HURTS!!! JESUS H. MOTHER FUCKIN CHRIST! LET GO A MY GOD DAMN COCK AND BALLS WOMAN!" I yelled as she squeezed, and dug harder and deeper, letting go when I finished screaming at her. I could feel the wetness of blood oozing into my boxers. It was lukewarm.


"James... James... Come now that didn't hurt. Besides, she has to make sure you're still up for par." Kain said.


"What the... What are you talkin about Kain?" I say rethinking my choice of words with Cara's hand still wrapped around my tools, and her second hand dragging the knife around my back drawing little circles of blood into my back.


"Well I brought you an old friend... Someone you might be interested in seeing. A gift... if you will. Your second bodygaurd... You remember her... Her name is Nicci." And with that last line the smell rushed my nostrils. Flowered perfume, weed, cigarettes, sex, and chocolate. There was Nicci. A gorgeous woman with stunning auburn red hair, eyes of a brilliant fiery orange that seemed so intense, at times you'd think the room would spontaneously combust. Nicci was a torture woman like Cara, and my Red. The only difference was the Nicci was the best, the sickest. Nicci loved blood more than the vampire Lestat. From what I'm told he favored it over everything. Nicci was a cold hearted bitch, only when she seen the need though. Nicci was an enigma to say the least, and after four damn years, here the bitch was again, before me, and naked.


"Why the hell is Nicci here... and not to mention naked Kain?.... Kain?....Hey...Dark dead evil spooky asshole.... Fuck." I said looking to the corner for the giant, but he wasn't there. "Kain, God damn it..."


"Oh they're long gone now... It's just you...and me" Nicci said as she stepped forward, dropped my zipper down, and had my cock in her hands within a matter of three seconds. I didn't have the time to say shit before my cock was in her hands, and soon enough in her mouth. It's a good thing she didn't know where that's been, maybe a better thing that I showered before my ritual this morning as well. The morning was young, and Nicci tortured me as well as she tortured any soul. Nicci was my original Mord -Sith experiment, some years back, and now here she was beating me again. Hardening my body, like she used to. Again that damn song followed my thoughts, as I just stared blankly. The whip cracking behind me, magically ringing in time with the beat of the song playing in my brain. "Life's been good to me so faarrr..."




|Wednesday Night|
-James House-
-Tony / James Caine / James's Chess set-


[I sat back with my popcorn and coke after clicking the link. Just as I did the promotion opens with static and fades in on James Caine in his trademark white outfit. He is in his white promo room with the diamond chess set. He is playing as he begins to speak.]


Being the first on your list? That's a verbal typo if I ever heard one. Let me fix that for you Curt, you'll be crossed off a helluva long way down on mine. Why because you haven't beaten anyone yet. And I've beaten close to three hundred. I have no idea. Maybe you should do your homework, because that's half of your job. You fucking half ass dolt. Don't try to talk shit with me. It doesn't work... Here, let me prove that to you because it sounds like fun.


You called me boy... Who the fuck are you son? Let's take a look at who you are, I already know, because you've given it away. You're a moron. Just listen as I take your words, put them back in your mouth and get you to hear them. What good does that do? Proves you're retarded. It proves you're retarded anyway it goes. If you accept it, well then you look like a dumbass. If you deny it, you look like a dumbass... My case in point... You're a dumbass who honestly thinks I have no idea what I've gotten myself into? Hello Son, I've been doing the same shit for ten plus years. Do you know what that shit I've been doing is? Kicking the shit out of loudmouth morons like you.


Oh wait... No here's the one way you don't look retarded, but open yourself up to my ass kicking. *Clears his throat* Uhm hm... I quote your words before they happen. "I made a mistake, you're not a jobber."


Ya, people do make mistakes Curtis, I know I've been making too many of them recently, I'll get to that in a minute, and maybe another time, but you got yourself involved in the middle of a War, and then said I have no idea what I'm getting into. You walked into a war, just so you could make a statement that you're supposed to be someone special. You fucking dolt! You're an absolute moron. I can't stress that point enough. Go back to greade school kid. You're in too damn deep. Let's finally reveal your stupidity.


*Clears his throat again and mocks Curtis* Uhm hm 'Some sorry excuse for a pro wrestler that thinks he has what it takes to stand three minutes in the ring with me'. and yet... you say this...'As I stated earlier, I aint gonna sit here and pretend to judge you. I would be lying if I said I knew a lot about you.'


A multitude of problems there rookie... I'm not going to last three minutes, because the match will end in five with me pinning you. That's the foremost problem. The second problem, is that you judge me there, and then later say you're not going to judge me. You're a scared, judgemental, hypocritical little boy. Get some experience and then talk big like me. Confidence? Confidence gets you nowhere Chum. Okay those two things aside, you also go one to talk about how I take pride in this and that. How my ass is pitiful, and that you're on some kind of spectacular level. You're a class A joke, a Class S moron, and a Class F wrestler. Me, I'm simply the best at what I do. And I've also had an epiphany that doesn't deal with you at all. But Plague and trent Steel.


Plague and Trent Steel. my two losses to Imperium. You know what we are right? We're wrestlers, otherwise known as fighters. And when you're fighting you rely on insticnt. Losing my matches to you both was done on instinct. I have come to see this now. It wasn't a concious mistake, or accident. It was a subconcious plot. A subconcious plot for Angel. And when CJ gets his papers right and puts me square against him. I'll reveal more about that, or maybe if he does what I ask him, and put me into a trple threat with the two of you. Or hell I'll take you both one at a time, right after the other. Who wants to be first? Whatever... For now... Let's just say that despite people thinking I'm on some downward slide, or slant.... even the world champion doesn't stand a chance against me. Which brings me back to poor little Curtis. If Angel doesn't stand a holy hope in hell of beating me. How in the bloody blue fuck can you expect to?


You know what PDA means? Well let's talk about what PDA means, better yet let ME... someone who knows and has been there more times than you... tell you what it means. It means you take a staple to your damn forehead and keep fighting because that's what it is. A fight. And you've never been in a fight. And before you try and say anything clever... The time your little sister kicked your ass doesn't count. This is a PDA match, this is a fight, and I'm always ready for a god damned fight Curtis. You see, you talked a lot of shit, so that's a lot of shit you're going to eat. You made a lot of Guarentees, and you're not Joe Namath. You know your biggest mistake Curtis. You called a veteran a jobber. I know this business, and I know people. You're not someone who can beat me. I wrestle better than I fuck, and lemme tell ya something Curtis. I fuck pretty damn good. Hell I'd be willin to place a bet that I could get a werepanther off if I wanted to... Or she was single enough for me to try., but that's besides the point. *Caine chuckles.*


So why the long pause, Because I like to keep things short, sweet and to the point. I like to listen to assholes make themselves sound so much dumber when they brag all up and down, then get their ass beat like twelve year old girls. Sorry son, but indians, little midgets, and people with the name X-factor just don't deserve the waste of my breath. Now Angel, sweet Angel on the other hand. Now there's someone to talk about. Someone I'm on par with. Curtsey boy, you may as well just pack your bags, put on a good show, and go home happy knowing the fans who wanna see me, not Curtis, go home happy, because it's what's gonna happen no matter what you try to do in the ring. So you assaulted Kaige from behind? So fucking what? I beat his ass already, and in a PDA match to boot. Try beating the living hell out of Trent Steel. which Exscuse me Curtis I have something to say to someone. Trent, you know you lost to me, so shut your damn mouth with your pathetic one liners, before I do. did Jungle nuts and myself not get the message across when we beat the hell out of your face? Get it now, so you can Fuck off later. Now where was I? Oh yea. I've got Twenty-two wins over twenty seperate men calling themselves X-factors in my career. Twenty one to win, Check please, And I go home to take a nap, because when I get to that arena... My boots'll be laced, a fine girl fucked, dinner ate, my joint smoked. The only thing left is kickin your ass and a cigarette. So Guess what. I just quit smoking.


Thank-you... And fuck off.


[James knocks over the Black king and leaves the scene as it fades to static.]


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