The Black Book: "Forgive me Father, for I do not give sh*t"

[Victor Hades]

The Black Book:
Chapter III
"Forgive me, Father... For I do not give a sh*t."

Date: Unknown
Time: 7:15 A.M.
Location: Unknown
Place: Robert Young Medical Institution

[ The Following is a brief recording of "Patient X" interviewed by Doctor Sasha Metzger... ]

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Doctor Metzger-"Subject is known on file as "Patient X" for confidentiality purposes, for the record-the patient has been transferred from Doctor Stone who is currently being hospitalized under intensive care due to the incident last week."

The woman speaks clearly into the microphone under her thick Russian accent, specifying the current circumstances of the patient's whereabouts...

Doctor Metzger-"You can sit down now, please, make yourself comfortable."

Chains rattling in the background come closer towards the microphone, growing louder until finally a chair is heard violently jerked away and a quick "thump" is heard shortly after...

Security Orderly-"Sit down, creep."

A guard's voice grumbles in an unpleasant tone, appearing to have some trouble speaking with what appears to sound like a breathing issue from the patient shattering his nose the previous week...

Patient X-"Watch it you infected sack of meat, or next time it'll be your fucking neck."

The patient threatens the orderly in a maddened response, who can be heard stomping back towards the patient...

Doctor Metzger-"Guards you can leave us now, thank you."

The doctor interrupts giving the orderly security personnel permission to leave, as the guard's footsteps stop... A small chuckle of satisfaction escapes from the patient's direction, as the guard grunts under his breath...

Security Orderly-"Sorry doctor, but the warden has ordered that we cannot leave you alone with this patient. They won't allow it to happen ever again due to Doctor Stone's current...condition..."

The guard answers while deepening his tone as if directing his words right to the patient...

Doctor Metzger-"I understand, now then, let's get to talking... How are you feeling-"

Patient X-"Is that all you're ever going to ask me doc, 'how I'm feeling'? As if the answer were ever going to fucking change while I'm, chained from ankle to ankle, wrist to wrist and stuck inside a room with a busted matress and a bucket to shit in?"

A moment of silence...

Doctor Metzger-"I see your attitude hasn't changed."

The doctor responds, as her pen can be heard scribbling down her notes onto the clipboard nearby...

Patient X-"Same shit, different day as always Doc..."

Doctor Metzger-"Not responding to treatment or medications, appearing to be growing more delusional and violent. No empathy or any sign of regard for human life, must be moved into an isolation chamber..."

Patient X-"Oh don't be so flattering doc, it's like you're after my heart with that pen of yours... You're too kind doctor."

The patient responds firmly in a pleasant and rather enthusiastic tone, as if picking at the back of the doctor's mind.

Doctor Metzger-"Tell me something, what is it that is so flattering about your nature or your condition... Is it hatred towards human life, is it neglect as a child? Maybe unwillingness to accept re-joining society as a whole?"

The doctor asks...

Patient X-"You really want to know, well I suppose I'll let you in on a little secret. I don't give a rat's fucking left testicle about society or what destruction it brings upon it's own self. I rather find it humorous, but in the end-I would rather leap off a cliff and impale my skull onto a spear... Than to ever conform with the human race ever again..."

The patient mutters...

Doctor Metzger-"But why live alone, why would you hate people just like you? Don't you feel some connection to the people around you?"

The doctor's questions apparently bring a spark of laughter towards the patient, who releases a quiet burst of laughter... Clanking his chains together gently as he applauds the doctor's efforts...

Patient X-"That was a good one doc, you see... Those fucking people are NOTHING like me, nor will they ever be-they are weak, impotent insects waiting to be extinguished from the face of the Earth just as every species has before us. You want to hear my feelings towards human life? Here's a trivia question for you..."

The patient pauses.

Patient X-"What is it that walks on four legs, then two legs, and finally three legs?"

A moment of silence...

Doctor Metzger-"Normally the answer would be simple, a primate as they tend to use their arms and legs to walk and climb. Yet a human being crawls on all fours as an infant, then as it grows older two legs, and in later years three as it uses a cane."

The doctor answers confidently in her thick Russian accent... As the patient simply chuckles audibly to himself...

Patient X-"Nice attempt doctor, but the answer to the question is an infant... True it crawls on all fours, but cut off it's legs and it can only wiggle around on two limbs. Input a crutch, and the little fucker can hobble around on three. You see?"

The doctor gasps in shock silently after a long pause...

Doctor Metzger-"That is truly disturbing and horrible beyond words, how can you joke about such a thing?"

The doctor demands an answer in a frustrated manner...

Patient X-"Simple doc, it's not my fucking baby."

The patient responds in a twisted and sadistic tone...

Doctor Metzger-"You're sick."

The patient can be heard snickering towards the doctor...

Patient X-"Thank you..."

Doctor Metzger-"Tell me about your career in Action Packed Wrestling, how has it affected your life and your encounters with your so-called, enemies?"

Patient X-"Let me ask you a question... Are you familiar with the writings from the Book of Hell, doctor?"

Doctor Metzger-"No, I do not believe I am."

The doctor answers followed by an aggravated sigh...

Patient X-"Virgil the poetic guide of Hell once spoke of 'Pigs in the Mire', he said... 'indignant souls, how many up there count themselves Kings that here shall be like pigs in the mire, leaving their condemnations far behind..."

Brief silence.

Doctor Metzger-"I don't believe I quite follow you..."

Patient X-"You like so many of these people I see in the locker room don't hold the mental capacity to grasp any of it doc, which means you just need a new line of work..."

Doctor Metzger-"Do you believe in God, Victor?"

The static sound through the microphone becomes disembodied for a mere second, as the sound of the patient spitting saliva across the table to the doctor's face echoes.

Doctor Metzger-"I'll assume your answer although a complicated one, would be no..."

Recording stops.

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The following is a recorded voicemail recovered from Victor Hades sent to Jerry Matthews regaarding Meltdown's Finale.

"Listen up you over-sized Jerry Seinfeld-lookin' motherfucker, there is no begging for forgiveness for what I'm going to do to you PERIOD. END OF FUCKING STORY. I am in the "pissiest" of pissed-off moods and you just so happen to be the poor, dumb son of a bitch who I'm going to take my frustrations out on. I doubt you possess the in-ring ability nor the aptitude to understand a word of this, so I'm gonna do the best I can. I have fought, scratched, crawled, clawed, pulled, lied, cheated, bled, broken, beaten, and even KILLED to get to where the hell I am today... above you. Not in the clouds and for obvious reasons I'm damn sure not in heaven as you can see, so you can cross out that metaphoric bullshit you always banter on about."

"I am a sinner, I am a evil, sick, and twisted human being-I will most certainly agree with you on that, but I am worse than any demon, any entity, or any man you have ever crossed. I am the most cold-blooded, merciless, and hard-hitting superstar amongst the veteran ranks of this company-and you want to get into that ring with me? Faith-will not bring you hope and it will not save you from me no matter how much you may "believe"."

"I imagine a religious and holy man such as yourself believes in Hell as much as you do in Heaven, for surely one to exist so must the other. Now if given the chance you dont and simply wish to deny its existance, I PROMISE you the moment you set foot in my ring I will prove you wrong. My ring, where I learned the truth about pain and despair, as will you. There’s a reason why facing me in the ring is the worst hell on earth... Hope. Every man who has ventured into that ring and mustered the courage over the decades has looked up to the spotlight and imagined their arm raised in victory. Sounds easy, right? Sounds simple, right? And like shipwrecked men turning to sea water from uncontrollable thirst, many have ended their CAREERS trying. I learned here that there can be no true despair without hope. "

So come Monday night I will feed your mind and I will fill it with hope, meanwhile I'll poison your soul without mercy, and without leniency. You Jerry Seinfeld, are inadequate to this roster and to this company and are a complete and utter disgrace to wrestling period. Wrestling is the sport that's foundation was built by football players, former mixed-martial artists, track and field stars, collegiate wrestlers... NOT some bible study little BITCH. You're way out of your league and even further in above your own head. The only way you'll be keeping your god damn head is if you walk away from this, and trust me the future isnt looking too bright for you."

"Prayers are all the power you hold and these "prayers" are the only thing you depend on to keep you "safe", from what? I find it frighteningly amusing you speak to a entity that doesn't or no longer exists in hopes of success. Hell kid, you'd have better luck asking Santa Claus to keep Victor Hades from kicking your ass for Christmas this year. Now you see the flaw in your lifestyle and the pointlessness of your belief, it holds no meaning therefore it holds no power over me! It means jack shit to me, Jerry-and neither do you. See Jerry, what you have are "words" and hope that by the time you run out of saliva you will have beaten me, because if I'm not... you'll be sorry you ever set foot in this company. As for me my saliva spits like sulfuric acid in your hand and burns you permanently, I could give a shit about your past, what you've done, what little boy you made love to, or give a damn about your dog. "

"I'll wrap up every ounce of venom I'll gladly dish to you with a smile, and wrap it with a fancy big, red bow. So the next time you open your mouth infested with "the lord's" ballsack, stand correct when you step to me... Because without a moment's hesitation I will rip out your spine through your ass with a smile, and put it on a silver pedestal. So the next time you decide to crawl your scrawny ass into a confessional booth, you can tell Padre all about how Victor Hades kicked your ass. Think someone could spend half their life in a slam with a horse bit in their mouth and not believe? Think he could start out in some liquor store trash bin with an umbilical cord wrapped around his neck and not believe? Got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely believe in God... And I absolutely hate the fucker. Fuck your god, fuck this match, and most of all fuck you.

Fade.