Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2017 21:10:59 GMT -5
** This starts in an office building. A man in a cliche evil businessman chair with his back turned to the camera is on the phone with someone having a serious-sounding conversation **
Unknown: Yes sir, I shall be arriving in Russia tomorrow night…. Yes, I am fully prepared to fight this Lethe bitch and afterwards take her into my, ah, facilities…. No sir, that will not be necessary… I’m afraid not, those prisoners will fuck her up bad if they’re let loose on her… Yes, I am fully capable of providing treatment for a person like this. You should see some of my other patients. Yeah, a guy named THE KILLER. I turned him from a softee family man into a true, cold blooded killer in the ring. That nickname wasn’t just a nickname after I was done with him. There there’s the psychotic CJ Synz, we won’t even talk about that. Jeez, he killed himself after my treatment, couldn’t handle it. But again, I could Lethe into a fully functioning wrestler, a stone cold badass bitch if she can pay the price… No, Mr. Kosloff, that will not be necessary. Alright. I’ll speak with you tomorrow evening.
** Rob Wyatt spins in the chair wearing a jacket similar to Undertaker's MOD jacket. He's grown out his beard and looks a bit deranged. There are visible cuts, burns, and scars all over his arms and face. Wyatt stands up and walks out the office, down the hall to an elevator. The cameraman follows him inside the elevator. The elevator descends from the 50th floor slowly. Both men stand there in silence as the elevator goes past the bottom level to a floor marked as "A." Wyatt and the cameraman walk down a hallway into an asylum **
Wyatt: Welcome, FWA. Welcome to the Rob Wyatt insane asylum for the not-so-criminally insane. This is where I treat fuck up wrestlers and make them into something more, something.. Better. Where I make hardkore a reality. Where I make people who are boring shitfaces into something worth turning on your TV and watching. I have a few patients requested by Duke Kosloff to be admitted to my asylum. And I have gratuitously accepted a few of them, to make them my protege and build them from a nothing into a something.
** Wyatt gestures off to one side and the camera pans over to a locked cell, with a few girls in the cell. Their hair is matted and they are covered in scars, and very skinny as if they haven't been fed for days. Wyatt leans against the cell door. Wyatt's two hooded entrance associates wheel in an electric chair. Wyatt grins and takes off the jacket, revealing tons more scars, then sits on the chair and puts the headpiece on his on head **
Wyatt: Treatment in my asylum consists of shock therapy. LOTS of it. To really break their mentality, allow me to venture deep into their minds and mentally fuck them up while simultaneously messing up their physical state. When they walk in, they are beautiful, naive, creatures of our status quo. When they walk out, they are productive members of the wrestling society. Members who take no shit and fuck over everyone. {sighs} this chair is a great friend of mine. It opened my eyes to the reality of this world. It’s survival of the fittest out there, and if my clients aren’t prepared for that when they leave my care, they have their flesh torn apart by the wolves and have their bones picked away by the vultures until they are nothing. A remnant of society. Lethe, let me show you your fate in our prison fight.
** Wyatt stands up and one of the females is brought up to and strapped into the electric chair. Wyatt laughs sadistically and reaches for the dial on the chair. Wyatt turns the dial for over a minute and sends thousands, if not millions of volts of electricity thru her body, knocking her unconscious, all the while cackling like a madman. He turns to the camera once more **
Wyatt: It ain’t easy being me. See you in Russia, little girl.
** The camera fades to black, signaling the end of the video **
Unknown: Yes sir, I shall be arriving in Russia tomorrow night…. Yes, I am fully prepared to fight this Lethe bitch and afterwards take her into my, ah, facilities…. No sir, that will not be necessary… I’m afraid not, those prisoners will fuck her up bad if they’re let loose on her… Yes, I am fully capable of providing treatment for a person like this. You should see some of my other patients. Yeah, a guy named THE KILLER. I turned him from a softee family man into a true, cold blooded killer in the ring. That nickname wasn’t just a nickname after I was done with him. There there’s the psychotic CJ Synz, we won’t even talk about that. Jeez, he killed himself after my treatment, couldn’t handle it. But again, I could Lethe into a fully functioning wrestler, a stone cold badass bitch if she can pay the price… No, Mr. Kosloff, that will not be necessary. Alright. I’ll speak with you tomorrow evening.
** Rob Wyatt spins in the chair wearing a jacket similar to Undertaker's MOD jacket. He's grown out his beard and looks a bit deranged. There are visible cuts, burns, and scars all over his arms and face. Wyatt stands up and walks out the office, down the hall to an elevator. The cameraman follows him inside the elevator. The elevator descends from the 50th floor slowly. Both men stand there in silence as the elevator goes past the bottom level to a floor marked as "A." Wyatt and the cameraman walk down a hallway into an asylum **
Wyatt: Welcome, FWA. Welcome to the Rob Wyatt insane asylum for the not-so-criminally insane. This is where I treat fuck up wrestlers and make them into something more, something.. Better. Where I make hardkore a reality. Where I make people who are boring shitfaces into something worth turning on your TV and watching. I have a few patients requested by Duke Kosloff to be admitted to my asylum. And I have gratuitously accepted a few of them, to make them my protege and build them from a nothing into a something.
** Wyatt gestures off to one side and the camera pans over to a locked cell, with a few girls in the cell. Their hair is matted and they are covered in scars, and very skinny as if they haven't been fed for days. Wyatt leans against the cell door. Wyatt's two hooded entrance associates wheel in an electric chair. Wyatt grins and takes off the jacket, revealing tons more scars, then sits on the chair and puts the headpiece on his on head **
Wyatt: Treatment in my asylum consists of shock therapy. LOTS of it. To really break their mentality, allow me to venture deep into their minds and mentally fuck them up while simultaneously messing up their physical state. When they walk in, they are beautiful, naive, creatures of our status quo. When they walk out, they are productive members of the wrestling society. Members who take no shit and fuck over everyone. {sighs} this chair is a great friend of mine. It opened my eyes to the reality of this world. It’s survival of the fittest out there, and if my clients aren’t prepared for that when they leave my care, they have their flesh torn apart by the wolves and have their bones picked away by the vultures until they are nothing. A remnant of society. Lethe, let me show you your fate in our prison fight.
** Wyatt stands up and one of the females is brought up to and strapped into the electric chair. Wyatt laughs sadistically and reaches for the dial on the chair. Wyatt turns the dial for over a minute and sends thousands, if not millions of volts of electricity thru her body, knocking her unconscious, all the while cackling like a madman. He turns to the camera once more **
Wyatt: It ain’t easy being me. See you in Russia, little girl.
** The camera fades to black, signaling the end of the video **