The scene unfolds to reveal a young Frodo Swagkins wanking away as he watches his favorite porn on his small TV screen. The tranny on the screen is about to ejaculate when the screen goes to static. Frodo, incensed, begins slamming his fist down on the screen.

"What the fuck is this? I wanna see that load!"

As he finishes his tirade on the small electronic device, the picture resumes, but not to that of a sexual scene involving a tranny. The scene fades from static to the image of the church of The Higher Power. Unbeknownst to Frodo, of course. The rundown church looks eerie and ancient, as a sole person is standing on the front steps of the church. A figure in a black coat, black pants, a fedora of a black shade, and a white mask with what appears to be a black ink blot on the face of it. Frodo sits closer to the screen to examine the man. The screen flickers, and the person on the porch vanishes. The picture fades to black. The scrawled words begin to form on the screen.

The Asylum Wants... YOU.

Frodo Swagkins. You have been chosen.

COME.

"Sweet! I got picked for something. And they said I'd always be picked last for dodgeball! Who's laughing now?!"

Frodo finishes himself before pulling his pants up and exiting the room.


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Frodo walks up to the church and looks at it up and down as he begins to approach. As he gets to the front door, Hysteria steps out to meet him.

Welcome... my brethren. Welcome to the house of The Higher Power.

"Well, if this is gonna the worst mistake I've made all day, might as well have fun with it."

He pulls out a crackpipe, takes a hit, puts it back in his pocket and walks up the steps.

"Hey! Higher Power! I'm here! And I'm pretty high as well!"

The darkly light room seems to emit a welcoming force towards Frodo. The red mist seems to form out of the floor. Hysteria walks in past Frodo and indicates that he should follow. They walk through the sea of lanterns as Frodo reaches up and touches one or two of them. Hysteria laughs at this as they approach the front of the chapel. He turns to Frodo.

Nowwww.... the next step is quite easy. You fall to your knees, profess your love and adoration for The Higher Power. Once that step is accomplishhhhhed. You shall be a child of The Higher Power! You shall be renamed and YOU shall become a child in a school of this almighty sanctuary! Now... what say ye!?!

"Oh dark father of the higher power thing. I command myself to you. Or something like that. Was I good enough, daddy?"

Hysteria begins stroking the face of Frodo with the back of his hand.

Yessss, my precioussss Frodo. The Higher Power has deemed you worthy. He has bestowed a gift upon you as well as a name. But before we get to the gift... your name. From henceforth, you shall be recognized as a child of The Higher Power. Your name under the guidance of the Power on most High is... The Violator. When those who think they have all the answers come around, you are there to violate their minds and bodies with words of most vile and ostentatious nature. Now for your gift.

Hysteria walks up to the top of the stage and reaches behind the altar. He pulls up a small box, wrapped perfectly as if the most perfect gift-wrapping of all time. Hysteria walks down the stairs and hands the small gift to Frodo.

"Violator, huh? Is that because of the rapes? Cause I'm totally cool with it. This is gonna be awesome. I can't wait to violate people as Tank dozes them over. I gotta go show the Martyr. This is the best day ever. Thanks, higher power."

He looks at the small gift and begins to jiggle it a little, and lick at it.

"It doesn't taste like socks."

Hysteria begins laughing wildly as he claps his hands together.

You SEEEEE! This is why I wanted you! The humour! You fit right in with HYSTERIA! Now... open it my fellow child! It is a gift after all! Bahahahamahahaha!

Frodo unwraps the small gift and reveals six cans of Fancy Feast. Included in the package is spoon.

Frodo plops down and begins to eat the Fancy Feast with the biggest smile anyone could imagine a hobbit to have.

"Best day ever. So, what are we gonna do now? Gonna go set Jack on fire some more? That'll be fun. Gonna punch Guppy in the butthole?"

He finishes off one can before popping the top on another and enjoying his mid afternoon snack.

Ohhhh Guppy. The Guppster sends a spy into my ranks and then thinks HEEEE is going to hold that title past our encounter? Hehehe. The Wednesday Night Warfare will be the END of Guppy's streak. It will be the END of that horrendous name for that title. I will pick the skin... the muscles from the bones of Guppy and feed them to that squirmy, childish spy of his. I will stuff it down his throat until he has one of two options. Option one beinnggg to die being choked to death with it. The second would be for the young man to start chewing it, transforming into a monsterrrrr in the eyes of the society. A monster... that would fit right in under the roof of the cathedral of The Higher Power.

Hysteria looks at Frodo devouring the cat food and begins laughing wildly. He holds his ribs with his gloved hands.

Sincerest apologies, Violator! Here you are divulginggggg and digestinggggg foods, and I'm going on a diatribe. Let's see... let's see.... What do we do now, Violator? We do what we always do... try to take over the SHOW! hehehe! JACK is a force in which we shall deal with on another date. The most important issue at hand is this Guppy cretin. He thinks he knows about me? He calls me a funny guy?! YES! I am QUITE a comic, but, if you're confusing humor with fear, this... lumberjack match... will be your imminent downfall. Lumberjack. How... DARE YOU call the children of The Higher Power lumberjacks. That is an insult to the intellect and personalities of those who have entered my sanctuary. I refute the name Lumberjack Match. The name... shall beeee known as The Asylum match. Now, Frodo... is there anything else you'd like to say?

"Guppy. I took your spot in the Heyman Alliance. I have forsaken them. And now I will be at the ringside ready to break you, should you step your way out of the ring. And then I will assist The Higher Power in converting your body into blood, and your soul into Our plaything. You see, Guppy, you have claimed to follow many paths since I have joined here, and none of them are the correct path. Not a single path you have chosen is one that will lead you to victory, no. The only way you could choose correctly now is to choose to surrender, and allow Our Father to take what is rightfully his. Look who you have allowed to taint your reign as Champion. Cain, Peter, and some bitch. You allowed some unknown bitch to attempt to hold onto your gold, and you except me to believe that you're worthy of it? No, Guppy. Not for a second. I promised you I was coming for your gold, while I will forfeit my shot knowing that the gold goes where it belongs. Into the hands of the more deserving man. Guppy, this is your last warning. Do not show up to Warfare. If you do, I will watch as your torn. I will destroy you should come to my reach, and when you have been left broken. I will VIOLATE you. Now, go cry for Steven McButtEvil. That's a fucking stupid name, anyway."

Hysteria chuckles with a sinister sound emitting from him.

Amen, my brethren. Amen.

Hysteria places his gloved fingers on the shoulders of Frodo. The camera fades to black.