Rust.

Camera backs away some. . .

Dark blue paint.

Then Silver trim.

Glass above.

Rubber below.

Up close the rust appeared useless; rotted and chipping to give way to an opening that will one day be a gaping hole. What happened next, though? The paint comes into view and we're shown that there's something more here than only rust.

The silver, glass, rubber and of course the entire body of this classic 1969 Trans Am come together and bring a much greater value than that which we originally saw in the rust alone. What seemed massive in size was revealed to be only a couple of inches.

The lesson?

Don't judge Mr. Natural by the rust you see on his classic body. If you back away far enough and look at the whole picture, a man of value and a wrestler of talent begins to form in your mind after a few moments of concentration. You begin to see the man for what he once was and could one day be restored to.

But then time passes.

And his condition only worsens.

The rust spreads. Holes open up in his midsection. His left shoulder rusts so badly that his arm falls right off.

Mr. Natural becomes the spot of rust. His value depleted entirely and his body chopped to pieces by an axe.

The lesson?

Judge Mr. Natural by the rust you see on his decomposing body. He is no classic car -- He's a rotting piece of shit.

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A low hum consistently fills the night air as the crunching of stones is heard; every step coming closer and closer to its destination.

A whimper.

Headless Horseman: There there, child. I'm not going to hurt you.

She is sat up against some large metal structure behind an abandoned building, staring up at the Headless Horseman in his black cloak. His large, drooping hood stops the already limited amount of light supplied by a lone floodlight from illuminating his face. This small area is fenced in with loose stones creating a layer over the dirt instead of actual pavement. There are several metal structures that could be generators, control panels, heating and cooling units or any other number of things but they all share one commonality in the rust that has overtaken them.

There's that word again.

Rust

The fence of this enclosed area is standard chain link, but as the camera slowly scans higher it can be seen that swirling barbed wire lines the top of this entire fence. The only visible way out of this area seems to be the open door into the abandoned building the fence is attached to.

Headless Horseman: That's right, just take a look around and see that there's nothing here to fear.

Some weeds are growing up from underneath the stones in various spots throughout the enclosed outdoor area. An axe with a handle about seven feet in length is seen leaning against the brick wall of the building right next to that open door. The axe is black in color; dark as night save for its sharpened edge which looks to be a mix of red and silver.

Headless Horseman: I've got something for you to eat. Here, let me feed it to you since your hands are bound behind your back.

The baby food is scooped out of its jar and sloppily smeared on her face and shoved into her mouth. He takes his gloved fingers and stuffs them into her mouth, just packing more baby food in.

Headless Horseman: Eat up. You're going to need all the energy you can get.

He drops the jar in her lap and kicks her in the chest.