The wind blows quickly on the dry town of Topeka, Kansas. A van packed full of society’s deemed lunatics rides up to the front of a familiar building.



The doors open and three pairs of feet emerge from the vehicle. The van leaves the area quickly peeling out as it does. The camera pans up to reveal the backs of the three members of The Asylum left. Frodo Smackins, The Violator. Mickey Manson, The Martyr. Hysteria, The Prophet. The three men exchange a look before nodding.

You remember the plan?

Hysteria chuckles to himself as he can’t contain his excitement.

"Oh yes, Prophet. I surely can’t forget. They’ll never know what hit them."

Mickey Manson smiles largely showing his large white teeth. A contrast from his dark battle painted Venom.

Oh this is going to be so much fun, Hysteria!

Frodo is basically bouncing in anticipation.

Hysteria looks at his colleagues and begins laughing sinisterly as does Frodo and Mickey. He snaps. They come to attention as he does. They nod to each other and then take off in different directions. Frodo through the gate, Mickey over the gate, and Hysteria around the back.

Point of View: Hysteria

As soon as he’s separated from his counterparts, his happy demeanor evaporates. Hysteria looks determined.

Much like my opponents on Warfare, this punk-ass-bitch is dead. John Madison? You think you inspire me? HA! I may have commended you on that but that does in no way mean you inspire me. There’s only one person who inspires me, fucker.

Hysteria slides up against the end of the wall. He peers around the corner and sees the rest of the wall going around. However, just around the bend, there is a metal fence that is unlocked. Hysteria preps himself beside the metal fence and looks up.

My inspiration is The Higher Power, which you are not, moron. MY Higher Power has more intelligence in his left testicle than you do in your entire body, fucker. I gave you props, but don’t take that as anything other than me being generous. Fuck with me in that match, Maddy. I will make you suck Frodo’s dick while your favorite pet, Pest, fucks you from behind. Who knows? Maybe his knockoff will tag along.

Hysteria peers through the fence and the coast appears clear. He slowly opens the fence and steps through. He looks around and fears the coast is clear. Suddenly he hears what can only be described as heavy snoring. Hysteria freezes and looks around. He finally pinpoints the sound being right under the back balcony of the church. It’s roughly 30 yards away. Hysteria begins slowly moving along the wall moving towards the balcony. He hears the sound of voices. He dives behind a bush peering through it at the balcony.

Ohhhh that snoring reminds me of something… oh yes! The sound that all the women make whenever they get into the sack with Mr. Samuels! Even with his surely enlarged penis, all he gets out of the woman is her giving up when he just can’t find the will to get his little willy up for her. It’s okay Tina, the reason the chocolate man can’t get that dick erect is because you have a pink taco instead of a Oscar Meyer between your voluptuous legs. Just come over to my place sometime… oh wait.

Hysteria turns his attention back to the snoring behemoth beneath the balcony. A large man carrying a rifle walks across the lawn. Hysteria waits until he passes by him and leaps out. He kicks the man in the back of his knees dropping him. The man drops his gun into the dirt. He scurries to grab it, but Hysteria kicks it away. The man turns up to look at Hysteria. His face grows mortified when he sees the mask.

Yo-you’re the guy he warned us about!

Hysteria laughs at this.

The guy he warned you about?! Bahahamahaha!

You… you’re a Satanist who hates God!

Hysteria kicks the man across the face. He pulls a knife out of his pocket and holds it to his throat as he holds his head.

I’m no Satanist nor do I hate God you little fucker. You see… I don’t believe in your divine creator. No, no. I believe in THE Higher Power. The man who made all of this possible. The man who gave me the ability to win the Prophetic Belt. As for Satan... you’re looking at him you worthless grain of sand.

Hysteria smashes the man’s head with a forearm smash. He lifts the man up and pushes him forward while holding his blade to his throat. They continue walking towards the balcony as the snoring continues. Suddenly the snoring is interrupted by the sound of voices. Hysteria holds the man with the blade to his neck about 10 yards away from the balcony.

Come out, come out wherever you areeeee! Can Woe come out to play?

Three men come walking out of the balcony with their guns aimed at Hysteria and the hostage.

Why don’t you drop dat boy and we’ll talk.

DROP HIM!?! Don’t you know this is the only thing keeping you ‘good ol’ boys’ from filling me with buckshot? I would be a fool to drop him. This seems to be an impasse. Well… sorta.

The three men look confused. The three men fall straight into the grass with a thud as the weight of Mickey Manson drives them into the ground! Mickey leaps to his feet and pops his neck.

“That never gets old.”

Hysteria pushes his hostage towards Mickey who leaps into the air and dropkicks him back towards Hysteria. Hysteria nails a clothesline sending the hostage to the ground.

He has to be inside. Do you want to enter first or do you want me to?

Mickey winks and rushes into the house.

Well I suppose that’s that.

Hysteria enters the backdoor to the church and slowly enters taking in the scene. The first room shows it’s a kitchen. The room is empty, but Hysteria grabs a few toothpicks from the counter in his pockets. Hysteria whistles as he walks into the next room. It’s a small communion room in which three men are standing with shotguns. As Hysteria enters the room, they all point their guns at him.

What the FUCK! I am growing tired of having barrels pointed in my direction! I mean I’ve had Theo, Samuels, and Maddy pointing their squirt guns at me all week and now I come here and this is how you treat a guest?! I just wanted to show my love to Gooooood.

The three men look at each other and begin firing away. Hysteria has just enough time to hide in the kitchen using the wall as a barrier.

He peers around the corner and is welcoming by another round coming from the three men.

DEMI LOVATO IS A SAINT YOU ASSSSHOLEEEEEESSSSS!

The sound of more gunfire is heard, but it sounds like smaller guns. Hysteria peers into the next room and sees Frodo spinning around shooting randomly with two golden pistols whilst being completely naked. The three men are leaning against the wall with multiple bullet holes in them. Blood is gushing from all three as they’re not moving.

Finally Frodo empties the clip as the sound of clicking is heard. He continues twirling around in a circle with the sound of clicking following. Hysteria rushes into the room and grabs his arms.

Violator? You look sick. Are you feeling alright?

Frodo’s eyes randomly open and close as he seemingly looks right past Hysteria.

I… must… REDEEM DEMI’S RESPECT! Get out of the way, !

Frodo spins out of Hysteria’s arms and runs into the doorway with his member swinging around as he moves into the next room.

Hysteria follows quickly after him and enters the main chapel of the church. Signs are scattered across the walls. Some read, ‘GOD HATES FAGS’ while some read, “OBAMA IS THE DEVIL!”

Mickey Manson and Frodo Smackins are standing in center of the room. On the podium in front of them is Woe holding up The Book of The Higher Power. Two men to the left and right have sniper rifles with red dots on the head and chest of Mickey and Frodo.

WOE: Looking for this fucktards? Maybe I should just light it on fire. Hey Bishop! Throw me your lighter!

One of the men throws a lighter to Woe who catches it and laughs. No one has yet to notice Hysteria in the back of the room. Hysteria looks around and notices the switches for the lights at the back of the room. Woe holds the book up and flips the switch on the lighter as he holds the book over it. Hysteria hits the lights!

Shots go off! The sound of running and stumbling is heard throughout the dark. The sound of a crash! One of the stained glass windows along the wall has been smashed! It’s Mickey Manson! He got thrown through the window by Woe! Woe runs through the wall taking the window frame and wall fragments through it. The men with the sniper rifles go to follow Woe out of the room, but, as they go to leave, two sets of hands grab them and pull them back into the dark. The sound of fighting is heard as the bodies slump to the ground. The backs of Hysteria and Frodo are shown as they follow Woe outside. The camera goes outside to see Woe throw Manson into the dirt. Woe turns around to see the two men exit the building.

WOE: Bring it, you pussies!

Frodo pulls out his butter sock. He whips it around over his head. He begins moving towards Woe and smacks him in the head again. Woe brushes it off and grabs the butter sock. Woe snarls at Frodo and pulls him towards him where he punches him directly in the face. Hysteria flings two razor-sharp cards towards the jugulars of Woe. Woe raises his beefy arms and the cards dig into his skin. He looks at his arms and roars at Hysteria! Manson has gotten back to his feet and kicks Woe in the balls! Woe turns around and lifts up Manson! Hysteria comes rushing forward and stabs a fork right into the neck of Woe! Woe throws an elbow sending Hysteria off!

WOE: I’m going to crush this man’s skull. Then Frodo? I’m going to stuff this butter sock down your throat. You laughing FREAK? I’m going to break your legs and beat the hell out of you with them.

The sound of honking is heard. All four men turn towards the noise just in time to see a van crash through the wooden fence! Woe drops Manson just in time for the van to crash into Woe! Woe hits the ground with a thump and stops moving. Hysteria walks over and grabs the book. He lifts it up and flips through the pages. He sighs in relief. He steps away as does Frodo and Manson.

You two have fought valiantly today. The Higher Power would be proud of our work here today. Now rest up. Warfare is going to be a fight for our life.

The three men nod their head as the scene fades out…

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Hey.

Yeah you.

Come here.

I've got a story to tell.

Hysteria sniffs the air. He sniffs it again.

You smell that, family? It's the smell of fear. You see... throughout the week, I've begged... PLEADED this ridiculously over-confident Three Kings team. I begged... for them to hit me with their best shot. HIT ME GOD DAMNIT! I wanted to feel the venom of their words as they tried to damage my reputation. I wanted to hear them run my name through the dirt. Yet what do I get? Nothing. Nothing except the drunk ramblings of a man so pathetic he can't accept himself for what he is. Who gives a fuck if you're black? Does that affect your abilities inside the ring? It sure as fuck shouldn't. If anything, it should enhance them. Yet what happens after Samuels has this operation undergo? We find him in a bar getting liquored up and talking to the bartender about how he will beat my family. My Family? The sober and not threatened family. Well good luck you fresh nigga you. GOOD FUCKING LUCK!

You then want to bring up that your group has done more than we'll ever do? Excuse me? My Family has just begun to spread its wings and fly you piece of shit. Meanwhile, you've been to the top of the mountain. Congrats! But now you're on the freefall from there. You keep falling on down the mountain Samuels. But thank you, Incest-Nigga. That's at least one thing you have over your spineless counterparts.

Well I suppose John Madison did mention The Prophet of The Asylum. Well SORRRTTTTT OFFFFF! He mentioned me in passing just so he could focus on Frodo. Why don't you three just get down on your knees and let The Violator do his work? You've wasted time and opportunities against me and for that... you shall pay with your belts.

Theo fucking Pryce. Myyyy myyyy! You sir are a unique case. You've been pulling out all the stops against my family this week. I consider you the biggest threat on The Three Kings, but that's solely on the reasoning that the other two-thirds of your team wipe their ass with one hand before taking a bite of their chicken parmesan sandwich. Seriously those nasty fuckers take the sandwich to the commode with them. They literally take a shit while eating. No wonder their breath always smells like ass. But back to the head tuna. What did Theo Pryce spend his time doing? Not combating me in a war of words that's for certain. In fact, he's barely mentioned me all week. How did the 'Oh-So-Great-And-Powerful' Theo Pryce forget to mention ME?! I'm the commander of our troops! The Higher Power put me in charge until that fateful day that he blesses us all when he descends. You think I'm no leader? HA! I may take orders, but I dish out just as many. It can't be too long until that little fuck-buddy 'no one's the superior' group of yours implodes on itself. When that day comes, I'll be there laughing my fucking head off.

Now, now. I'm sure tonight Maddybaby, Theo, and that incest-negro will show up to talk their shit tonight. After all, why talk to a man face-to-face whenever you can take the spineless way out and wait for them to leave the room? But let me leave you three with this. Wednesday Night Warfare will not only be a night you never forget... it'll be the last night you three share as a cohesive unit. Enjoy this last night. Cry together. Dine together. Sleep together for all I fucking care. Just be rested and be ready to go because when that bell rings...

Hysteria unfolds.