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Manson 'The Martyr' · **11-29-2014, 11:58 AM**

As the church doors flung open and all eyes turned to the newest arrival of Manson. Storming through the middle aisle while being followed by the annoying sound of an electric wheelchair, who was sat on by Tush, who had been paralysed since the Halloween Shove-it. Why Tush was even in the Asylum’s HQ was anybody’s guess. But back to Manson. He was in a slightly cheerier mood, a bit like when he was Gein, but that was in the past. Hysteria helped eradicate his inner demon to reveal to the world a new person, a changed man. For better or worse though, is highly debatable.

“Is he breaking?” says Harley Jack, to a nearby Tyson Fury. They were both holding sharp tools and trying to block out the screaming from both Woe and Richard Tessmacher. Hysteria strictly commanded them to be kept there for… ‘enlightenment’. They were both under the watch of a smirking Lucius Fyre, with devious intent in his eyes, each pupil focusing on the two soon-to-be recruits.

“No. More.”

The two grunts shrugged at eachother and in synchronised fashion, both dug their tools into the skin of the unlucky Woe and Tessmacher. However, they were both interrupted by Manson, stepped in front of them, soon followed by the disabled drug dealer. Manson nods at his fellow .

“I’m pretty sure you were ordered not to kill them, but to enlighten them?”
Fyre shuffles nervously on the dusty carpet, before signalling with two fingers for Jack and Fury to retract from their torture. "Where is Ghost Tank and Frodo?"

"GT, still no sign of him. We haven't seen him for at least a week. As for Frodo, he went somewhere and took Zoey Ryback and Scarecrow with him."

Manson sighs, running his hand through his scruffy black hair. "I guess they'll have to miss out on this little outing I had planned, but ah well. What can you do..."

“Now, listen up.” Manson shouts out to the various soldiers of Higher Power, who all turn to face him. “I want every single person to drop whatever you are doing and join me. I have a little treat for all of you, in preparation for my match on Wednesday against Theo Pryce, John Madison and John Samuels, who have so fittingly decided to call themselves the Three Kings…”

Several of the soldiers start murmuring, as Manson clears his throat for silence.

“… because we are going to dethrone them! This is not for me, not for Hysteria and not for Frodo. It’s not even dedicated to wiping the smirk off the Universal champion’s face, who abandoned me at Wargames. It is for us… The Asylum!”

Everyone roars and starts cheering, before a chant of the most well-known Higher Power prayer begins to spread.

“Oh Higher Power, how blessed we are to follow one so just.
We shall follow your guidance that'll lead us to a new generation.
Bless us with your shining serenity and show us the way to eternal enlightment.
In your holy name we say... Nema”

“Nema.” Manson signals for the rest of the group to drop to one knee, as he climbs up on stage to take the altar.

“On Wednesday Warfare, Asylum will beat the Three Kings for the tag trio belts… but let’s start with the history I have. I considered Theo a friend. He was my mentor. In my very first match he was there for me, to help shape my future, but he left us all to be squashed by team Victory Forever at Wargames. Let’s go through what happened. He never showed up and I was left to carry our team to the point where I got thrown off a roof and we lost because I could not help them anymore.

Theo’s ego was so big, that he only cared about cashing in his brief case. You know what I say to you Theo? You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity.

But unfortunately, you made me. You ended up changing me, even my political views. After meeting you, I've decided I am in favour of abortion in cases of incest. Grasp your ears firmly and remove your head from your ass. I can’t wait the day Samuels and Madison realise you only care about yourself and nobody else.

Now, the Three Kings. Moe, Larry and Curly- oops, apologies. Samuels, Madison and Theo. Samuels, I’ve never really had a problem with. He’s earned that number one contender spot but I question his one brain cell fighting for dominance for the fact that he is giving it up. It makes me laugh you really think Theo gives a shit about you. However, I can’t really insult your skill, so I’ll insults something else. I know I’m not a looker but… Your face looks like someone tried to put out a forest fire with a screwdriver. Seriously, you should consider wearing facepaint like me, but I don’t think anything other than a mask can fix that shit. But with a mind like yours, who needs a face?

Madison. I think you are one of the only people who if told to go fuck themselves would actually do it. You are one seriously fucked up dude, nearly as much as me… but congratulations on being the first person born in your family without a tail! I bet your mother has a loud bark! I was nearly able to test this theory, I mean, you could've had a new baby brother if she had change for a dollar. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I throw up at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell of shit and are mentally

as well?"

Manson digs into his pocket and pulls out an IPad. Yeah, I know. Deep pockets. He then proceeds to go on safari, typing in the address: www.Intellisult.com.

"Let's see here... Theo."

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"What a perfect summary!"

Harley Jack and Tyson Fury nod in approval. As Manson gets down off the stage, landing on the floor with a thud, dust appearing. He then walks around to Tush, who is attempting to smoke a blunt but can't because... you know, he's paralysed.

"Tush, can I ask you a favour?"

"Sur m8 if u cen elp mi lit dis blont."

Manson sighs and ignoring a few chuckles from the people watching him, places the object in Tush's mouth a lights it for him.

"gr8 nuw wut u wnt?"

"I want you to guard the entrance to the church. Make sure nobody enters. I'm bringing all of the soldiers to Chuck E. Cheese."

"sur sur sur i cn doo dat"

"Great."

Manson turns and starts to walk out the church, signalling for everyone to follow him out. They all do so, with Woe and Tessmacher screaming for them to be released. The tortures ignore them, following Fyre, who walks alongside the Martyr.

"Get ready boys, we are going to return to my roots."

"Where's that?"

"Chuck E. Mother fucking Cheese!"

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