Chapter 1, Sec. 4
"The Virus is Born"
Worship or Homoerotic?

::: PROLOGUE :::

The Virus has his first match, it is a Battle Royale for a future title shot for the Hart championship. The Virus has gathered his team to head the operation of figuring out his father's killer and all of the other important facts pertaining to the death. You could say things seem to be going good for The Virus for the time being, everything besides basically being broke. With his family's money still froze on suspicion of invading taxes and bailout fraud, as well as him having no job until now. Without a first paycheck until after his first performance, The Virus was limited with very little savings left from the Marine Corps.

The Battle Royale is scheduled to take place February 10, when The Virus will meet Chris Macbeth, 2, Equinox, Rebel Starr, and Italian Cowboi. The Virus really has no idea who any of them are besides Chris Macbeth who he has had the pleasure of dropping two promos, one of which focused quite a bit on The Virus. Which kind of offended The Virus and now he wants to make sure Macbeth pays for his discomfort. The Virus with a lot on his mind still displays discipline and confidence in the outcome of he match up.

The Virus also had three of his best friends from the Marine Corps, Sam, Danny, and Khanrad come to the Slathe Manor, for briefing, and some fun. The first night all four of the men drank like they where lance corporals in the barracks back when they where eighteen, maybe nineteen years old. Some of them butted heads, just like they did back when they operated together. They all understood their mission and had one hundred percent confidence in one another. They all seemed to be happy and excited to be working with one another again, almost like them coming together was good for all of their PTSD.

Fans around the world, mainly children and immature adult males have been waiting patiently for this new talent to make an appearance in the ring or on the web. One teenage boy by the name of Cameron Murphy who has been following the very little leaked on the web about The Virus, cannot take it anymore. Almost to the point of suicide if he doesn't learn more about the mystery wrestler signed to the XWF, known as The Virus. With the announcement of the Battle Royale, Cameron Murphy was positive he would hear or see something on The Virus by the weekend...

February 5, 2016
Murphy Residence
0200 hours
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The scene opens up inside the home of the Murphy's, a simple suburban family, living in a one-acre lot with a pretty basic set up. The whole perimeter of the yard guarded with a classic white picket fence, a little red gate at the front of the yard leading to the sidewalk of the neighborhood. Following the sidewalk into the yard and up to the medium size front porch with a few Wal-Mart brand patio furniture units. A small mix breed dog lies on a cushioned chair with crazy curly hair tangled together like wet spaghetti. The dog looks harmless, as it lies snoring with the occasional snarl from a bad dream.

Inside the home a teenage man around the age of fifteen was sitting at the family computer watching some dirty public humiliation sex slave porn, just choking the hog. A bottle of his mothers Jergens lotion sitting on the computer desk next to the sticky mouse, a little leaked out on the side as if it was freshly used. As the teenager stares at the screen like a brainless zombie working his forearm muscles like he is about to arm-wrestle Arnold Schwarzenegger. Just as it is coming to an exciting climax, Cameron is about to do the same. That is until his mother walks in and turns on the lights.

Cameron turns toward her pinching off his load, penis head turning bright violet, the sight of his mother shocks him. His grip loosens up and he splurges all over his mothers night gown as he stands cock fully erect like a Marine standing guard, basket ball shorts down to his ankles and a green lantern t-shirt covering his torso. "Mom what the hell are you doing up?" Cameron grunts out as he is exhausted from a long over due release. Cameron instantly pulls his shorts up and covers his boner.

His mother turns away and sighs as she looks down at the great white stain of her lifetime. "Don't worry sweetheart, I will just go back to bed and we can pretend like this never happened." This was just like out of one of those fucked up adult humor high school movies. Cameron's mother walks toward the fridge, "I just have to get your father a glass of scotch real quick." Cameron's mother finished pouring her husband his glass of ritual after sex scotch and shuts off the lights. "Okay good night my sweet boy!" His mother then continues toward her bedroom.

Cameron slouches back down into his computer chair, with his head shaking in disgust, disappointment, and embarrassment. "I can't fucking believe that just happened..." Cameron says out loud to himself as he begins to access his computer again. His hand shaking as he operates the mouse, trying to exit out of the porn MD site for public humiliation pornography. Taking a few seconds longer than normal from the shock of just having spraying his mother with like three weeks worth of stored semen. Just as he is about to shut the computer down for the night, he gets and email alert.

Cameron Murphy decides to check it, since it wasn't flagged for spam or junk. Opening the email, he lets out a screech of excitement, "Holy fucking shit! He made a fucking video promo for the world to see! I can't fucking believe it, this is not how I wanted our first time to be..." Cameron shakes his head but can't hide his excitement with his mouth smiling from one side to the other all teeth shining. Cameron then sits up straight and plugs headphones into the computer, cranking the volume like he is about to get lost in a trip or something through music.

"Oh snap I bet the Murph Dawg is going to be the first mother fucking view!" Murph Dawg, his self nickname when he turned eleven kind of stuck since, is so happy he signed up for notices when The Virus posts anything on the site Richard Bush set up for him. "Holy shit! Time to watch some history in the making!" Murph Dawg clicks the play button on the first video blog The Virus posted.

End Scene...
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::: Show Time! :::

In a underground bunker somewhere on the Slathe Manor property in Hell, Michigan, The Virus has the hologram imaging making the bunker appear to be a old rustic cemetery with burnt trees, dying animals, and rotting carcasses lining the cobble stone path. The Virus is perched up on what appears to be an old statue of a war hero with remembrance quotes and dates like a tombstone. His hands pressed together in front and center of his chest his finger taps tapping to the sound of faint war drums in the background. Lightning flashes behind The Virus, blotting out his image for a second to his viewers then when his image comes back into focus he has a smile etched across his face and his head is tilted.

The Virus: So the world is talking about this new guy to the wrestling world, well I suppose it is time for the new guy to address the world. So why not here at this generals resting place I ask? Why you ask?! Well obviously because I will be charging into a huge battle on Wednesday on Warfare. Just had this general did over and over again in many of battles. This man won all those battles he lead his men into and well he and I will have a lot in common. I was told I would be held in a Battle Royale with five other men, interesting I thought to myself, but then it got even more interesting you see it is for a future Hart Championship title shot! Whoa! You have to be fucking shitting me I thought to myself. Already I am shown a paved road to gold! The XWF really does know how to polish a guys sword, if you know what I mean...

The Virus hops down off from the statue and stiffens the collar on his trench coat then flattens them smooth to his collarbone. The Virus then walks out on to the cobblestone path. He kneels down toward the path ear to the stone, his eyes staring deep in the camera with a look of evil and insanity upon his white and black painted face. The thunder and lightning erupting in the sky like fourth of July fireworks, the camera catching a shadow on his face as he begins to speak.

The Virus: Lets follow this path, as I listen here it tells a story a story I want the world to hear but more importantly my opponents, especially you Chris Macbeth, especially you!

The Virus rises up from the wet hard cobble stone path and looks out into the distance noticing a wilted rose bush, he begins down the path in the direction of the bush.

The Virus: See like every story, every path has a beginning, this is the beginning of my path, my story. It starts right here with this cobblestone path. Which symbolizes the path to my championship, which the first stop shouldn't be much to handle. Who am I facing a man named Italian Cowboi, okay, not too worried about that, what are you going to hog tie me and have a spaghetti party? Oooh no don't have your mother scold me... Just kidding, don't get all emotional on me. I wish you luck but the shadows are on my side my friend...

Then there is Rebel Starr, okay not really too concerned about you either, I don't know who or what kind of person you are. I really don't care to find out. I just want you to stay clear. Leave me alone to make my pin and you and I won't have any problems. You feel like you want to try and take this opportunity from me, then I won't be able to make any promises but there are a many sort of things I could come up with to make you pay... So before messing anything up remember I have no mercy once I make enemies.

Who else did they mention would be participating in this Battle Royale, 2, another man I don't see why we shouldn't have any quarry unless you want to try and win that is. So for your sake just stay in the corner like a naughty little 2 year old so no one has to stay in timeout longer than need be!

Then we have two guys who don't know a damn thing about me, but feel the need to say something about me. Equinox, who just mentioned something about me needing to be checked out? Well for your information I am checked out once a week, for mental stability an now you got me worked up a little. I want to take a knife blade to your eyelids like paring an apple (The Virus pulls a knife from his sleeve and slowly presses it to his eyelid) and remove them from your face! I hate you (his teeth showing as if he is snarling like a wolf)!

Lastly we have Chris Macbeth the man who tried to compare me to some diseases and virus' humans and animals get. Yeah sure I get it, you don't like the name, well I got this nickname from an African Chieftain as my squad ripped through his village killing all the rebels and enemies of the state until he surrendered. Then after he surrendered himself to us and gave us everything we asked, his life was left up to me. You know what I did Macbeth, I took him out to his remaining people and shot him in the face, you know why? He talked a lot of smack to rebel tribes around the area about my unit. I don't take too kindly to little shit talking maggots! So now you can beg for mercy all you want, but it won't come, you are doomed, The Virus is upon you, upon you all!

The Virus places his blade back in his wrist sheath and continues on the path as the camera fades out and all the viewers’ screens turn black across the world...

Fade Out...
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February 5, 2016
Murphy Residence
0300 hours
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Cameron Murphy is sitting wide eyed as he smiles as the computer screen fades black, he quickly wiggles the mouse to bring light back to the screen. Murph Dawg smiles and begins clicking through pictures of The Virus the man he definitely worships. After a couple minutes of browsing he finds himself stopping he turns porn on but minimizes it so he can look at The Virus but here the sounds of porn. Murph Dawg then presses the top of the Jergens bottle squirting a rope of moist lotion into the palm of his hand. "No homo Virus, just patronage to our lord and savior!" Murph Dawg says as he begins choking his hog again, almost as an offering to the XWF superstar The Virus.

End Scene.