Post by Victor Hades on Jul 31, 2013 22:01:00 GMT -4
Date: Unknown
Time: 7:45 A.M.
Location: Unknown
Place: Robert Young Medical Institution
Time: 7:45 A.M.
Location: Unknown
Place: Robert Young Medical Institution
[ The Following is a brief recording of "Patient Victor Hades" interviewed by Doctor Amy Rosen... ]
"The following recordings are for the expressed purpose of medical research and is the sole property of the hospital staff and its facilities."
A brief moment of static sounds as seconds following a colorful screen showing the "Off-Air" screen displays and transits into a brightly lit, empty white room which an empty chair remains in full-view.
Voice-"Dr. Rosen overseeing Patient Victor Hades for further study and research based on previous outbursts of violence, the death of both Doctor Stone as well as Doctor Metzger and extensive included information based on patient's background. Progr-go over there, go over there please..."
Shuffling, the chained patient in handcuffs and sporting white casual clothing moves to sit down.
Doctor Amy Rosen-"Please take a seat..."
Hades appearing to not enjoy the idea of sitting slowly sits down after a long sigh.
Doctor Amy Rosen-"Okay, are you comfortable?"
Victor Hades-"Um, no..."
The patient grumbles sitting uncomfortably resting his hands against his thighs sitting back in the chair, glaring to Doctor Rosen off-camera.
Doctor Amy Rosen-"If you could please address the microphone and speak clearly for these session recordings..."
Hesitant the patient leans closer to the microphone, yet sounds confused as a silent stutter comes from the patient's lips.
Victor Hades"..."
Doctor Amy Rosen-"Address the video camera and speak into the microphone."
Hades looks to the camera and back at the doctor momentarily confused, as if not pleased being forced into cooperating. Slowly inhaling before breathing out a heavy sigh before speaking...
Victor Hades-"Hello..."
The patient Hades smirks full of sarcasm and leans back into the chair, slowly shifting his eyes to the doctor as he twitches his fingertips against the surface of the metal table.
Doctor Amy Rosen-"Please state your name into the microphone towards the camera for the record."
Patient Hades responds lifting a brow in a puzzled manner and leans towards the microphone.
Victor Hades-"Now why would I suddenly do that now, Amy?"
The patient grumbles as if aggravated.
Doctor Amy Rosen-"I would LIKE to keep this completely professional, please address me as Doctor Rosen."
Hades leans back exaggerating his shock as if appauled having "offended" the doctor, before muttering under his breath and looking back at Doctor Rosen.
Victor Hades-"Well then YOU can address me as Mister Hades."
Hades tilts his head with almost a sinister stare, carefully rapping his fingertips in a twitch against the table.
Doctor Amy Rosen-"Prisoner suffers from a severe manic state of depression with delusions of grandeur and bursts of anger, and likely an anti-social personality disorder-"
The doctor addresses the recorder and camera from off-screen meanwhile as she continues the Patient Hades, meanwhile twitches and curls his fingertips more and more before finally cutting her off.
Victor Hades-"You make it sound SO simple and you begin to ,use the word "prisoner" that has all of these negative connotations, as if someone is trying to keep me here. I don't wanna LEAVE I like it here-roof over my head, free food, lack of millions of fans screaming in your face, lovely company..."
Patient Hades mutters resting the palms of his hands on the surface of the table and leans forward giving a playful smirk towards the doctor, while implying his cheap antics to dig under the doctor's skin...
Victor Hades-"I don't have to pay a CENT for it..."
Hades remarks as if basking in the luxury of imprisonment.
Doctor Amy Rosen-"We're getting off track..."
Victor Hades-"Oh there's a track?"
Muttering before looking around on the floor around the table as the surveying doctor sighs and sets her clipboard down on the desk.
Doctor Amy Rosen-"The FIRST STEP in rehabilitation is to UNDERSTAND and come to terms with the reason why you are here."
Hades chuckles quietly.
Victor Hades-"Terms?"
Doctor Amy Rosen-"That's correct."
Hades grumbles and in a mockingly tone begins to respond in a smart manner.
Victor Hades-"DEFINE the 'terms'? That's the first step of any debate..."
Doctor Amy Rosen-"This isn't a debate this is therapy-"
Victor Hades-"THERAPY??"
Patient Hades growls in a confused and aggravated tone as his impatient and frustration begins to show, meanwhile carefully lifting one of his handcuffed wrists to point at the camera lense...
Doctor Amy Rosen-"These 'recordings' are for you to further study, y'know as a way for me to express my "INNER TURMOIL" for the benefit of my mental health. Of course, you're not gonna wonder later who watches and listens to these things..."
Victor Hades-What about their 'MENTAL HEALTH'? 'Cause I get to people trust me..."
Doctor Amy Rosen-"You don't think you have some REAL mental problems??"
Victor Hades-"WELL, nobody is perfect..."
Doctor Amy Rosen-"WHOAH, I'm not saying you need to become perfect."
Victor Hades-" Just something 'different' than who I am..."
Doctor Amy Rosen-"Well who you are is what got you here..."
Victor Hades-"Well see, its never a mistake to be who you are... and don't let ANYONE tell you otherwise..."
Hades pauses as he clears his throat and turns his attention, pointing directly to the camera lense.
Doctor Amy Rosen-"And then why are you here??"
Victor Hades-"I-I'm a prisoner of war, I got caught behind enemy lines and they had to take me out of the battle. It's only temporary... It's a P.O.W's duty to escape..."
Doctor Amy Rosen-"We can't progress like this."
Victor Hades-"Sorry puddin'-"
Doctor Amy Rosen-"Doctor Rosen."
Victor Hades-"Doctor Rosen."
Doctor Amy Rosen-"Alright then let me be who I am-as a psychiatrist it is MY job to treat you-"
Victor Hades-"Your JOB? Is that what is really going to define... US?"
Doctor Amy Rosen-"No you wanted to define terms."
Victor Hades-"Well I'm a complicated guy, Doc..."
Doctor Amy Rosen-"You are, and a challenge to study-"
Victor Hades-"STUDY??"
Hades smirks and leans back in his chair carefully, surveying the floor beneath him...
Victor Hades-"I'm no creature of habit."
Hades grumbles leaning back in his chair with his palms of his hands resting along the table as he observes the floor beneath the table.
Doctor Amy Rosen-"Oh I didn't say you were-what I wanna know is there a method to your twisted madness?"
Hades gives the doctor a long and debating stare before slowly smiling ear to ear as he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table and points towards the doctor.
Victor Hades-"I like you...this could be fun-why? You wanna learn?"
Hades smiles and glares back at the doctor as if toying with the doctor's patience.
Doctor Amy Rosen-"People have to do TERRIBLE and INHUMANE things to be put in here..."
Doctor Rosen answers back in a disgusted tone.
Victor Hades-"Oh I agree-which MEANS...you're not so perfect yourself, hmm?"
Doctor Amy Rosen-"In your own words tell us WHY you are here."
Victor Hades-"According to 'society' we'll call it..."
Hades shoots a glare into the camera as he pauses momentarily.
Victor Hades-"I've done BAD things in and outside of the wrestling ring, 'socially unacceptable' things..."
Doctor Amy Rosen-"In all seriousness, why are you here? Why are you STILL here??"
Hades carefully leans forward and perks a brow.
Victor Hades-"Seriously?"
Hades pauses for a moment tracing his hand along the edge of the table before glaring back at the camera. Slowly Hades rises from his chair as the restraints and chains rattle against the metal.
Victor Hades-"I'm here BECAUSE I WANT to be here..."
Hades left eye and corner of his lip slightly twitch before the footage bursts into static.
Recording stops.
A handheld camera begins rolling as the footage reveals night lights glowing from a large open city, while the street posts overhead gleam along the pavement passing beneath the camera-operator. A soft grunt echoes and muffles in distortion while the operator holding the cam-corder flips the camera around and raises it to chest-level. The face of Victor Hades comes into view as he breathes the cold-air of some northern continent towards the camera and smirks.
Victor Hades-"Let's start by simply getting right into it, shall we children? Friday night on Overdrive eight man will step into the ring and only four men will exit that ring victorious. Many want to win, many want to shine in the spotlight, but NONE have as much to prove simply as I do. You see over the course of recent weeks many have doubted my skill, my career much less my aptitude to succeed based on my string of "BAD LUCK". To those few who have doubted my ability to pull a rabbit out of a fucking hat as I would so adequately put it. I'm a changed man after realizing my mistakes, granted we all make them. But no more-no more am I willing to be cast aside due to some insignificant lack of wins over the top competitors in this company. I've been drawing in arenas all over the world because of what I do compared to over a dozen of these half-wit pieces of trash in the locker room! So I'll spill this plain and simple..."
"Biggs, I haven't got much more to say to you other than the simple fact that you're still the shell of whatever man you once were. I admire the hell out of your courage and respect the fact you never learn when to quit. But by the time you realize how old this has become with your attempts to strive for success in a career thats about as great as a rusted hunk of metal in a car show? People are going to be walking around saying "whoomp, there it is!"
"You've got balls I'll give you that, but it's time to put down the "Hulk Hogan" fighting spirit and realize that Main-Event card you once drew is long gone and dealt. It's time to hang up the boots and come to terms with reality, and that reality Biggs is filing paperwork, signing my checks, and sitting in the backstage area where you belong. I'm not sure how many more Canadian Destroyers you need to take to the brain from off a Cell before you understand this isn't your game anymore-but it's game over my friend. Doubt me as you will but Victor Hades is going to rise up and pull this industry by the fucking TEETH into a new level of entertainment. I plan on following that through starting with you on Friday night by waxing the bottom of my boots with your face."
"A.C. Slater, the next biggest sack of shit to grace a wrestling ring next to the likes of his partners in this match. The Big-Apple-Take-It-Up-The-Asser himself who has the grapes to accuse me of berating the World Champion, much else making empty threats? Listen to me closely and allow me to make this perfectly crystal clear you roid-raging dingus, the biggest dog in the yard isn't just the dog with the biggest bite, but the dog with the biggest bark and the biggest set of balls to take any dog's bone away like there isn't shit they can do about it. You're looking at it, because you see Smith unlike "everyone else", you are right-I do not give a pig's ass if I injure a single man in that locker room. I don't care if they can't hug their children, feed their overgrown wives who got fat from depression because their husbands are busy on the road. I don't give a damn if they don't make a paycheck, because IT ISN'T...MY...CAREER! It's not my life or my job on the line, so I don't feel sorry if I spike you on your skull and paralyze you from the neck down for the rest of your life. It's a victory for my team and that's the only thing that matters."
"Xtreme champion or not I acknowledge your reign as long as you've held that paperweight, but I've been there and done that ride twice in my career already. You don't intimidate me much more than a crack addict wielding a spoon does, so that's about as far as your ring presence goes. Friday night I get to see what you're made of, and right now I'm feeling that's not much more than a load of talk and a box of bullshit. I hope you brought your A-game Smith, because facing off against the likes of my side of the ring? Your future isn't looking too bright."
"Go big or go home or just run around with a head full of delusions if you're name is C.J. Gates. My friend you've got to be one of the few men left on this brand still running with a decent streak and probably the worst tunnel vision out of a single one of us coming into this match. Your victory over me was clean I won't stoop low enough of myself to disregard that, because you were the better man that night theres no doubt... But you're not the better man, not by a long shot you egotistical and narcissistic piece of trash. Overdrive is not going to be about insult to injury or about revenge, its about redemption-redemption I plan on taking when I mop the canvas with your sorry carcass with every suplex and slam I can possible think of."
"Gates you have all the potential to step up to the plate and take the strap from Marvin or Lester, but you-you just hesitate and choke on every single opportunity you get. I take my chances, and I never dwell on regret-so what I'm gonna do Friday night is come at you with a level-head and patiently bide my time for that opportune moment. So least when you see it coming-I'm going to snap at your neck and make you choke on those words you used to belittle my career much less my name. I'm going to strangle the very oxygen in your lungs like a tube of toothpaste until you're as blue as a god-damn smurf. I'm gonna make you realize the threat I truly am in that ring when theres nothing holding me back. Sit tight Gates, by the time you feel it hit you-you'll already be flat on your back in the center of that ring."
"As for the final number on my list and the biggest thorn in my ass which has come to be known as the "Ignortant One" Nick Watson, you've certainly given me back my smile since you graced our presence at Test for the Best. [Smiles] You Nicky-Boy have a knack for getting into the wrong business with the wrong people, and right now Nick-you're in deep with the sharks. You're up to your neck in problems come Friday, and seeing as I'll finally get you face to face instead of your cowardly sneak attacks? Your ass is as good as dead-meat when I corner you in that ring boy. Shockwave is going to be the worst night of your career if not your life both professionally and personally."
"I'm going to make you question your very existance on this roster, I'm going to make you regret getting in my business, and I'm damn sure going to enjoy kicking...your....ass. It's time to nut-up or shut-up Nick, and neither you nor your three other Super-friends can do a god damn thing to stop us. Rot in hell you sons of bitches..."
____________________________________________
"We all think we’re going to be great. And we feel a little bit robbed when our expectations aren’t met. But, sometimes, our expectations sell us short. Sometimes, the expected simply pales in comparison to the unexpected."
A handheld camera begins rolling as the footage reveals night lights glowing from a large open city, while the street posts overhead gleam along the pavement passing beneath the camera-operator. A soft grunt echoes and muffles in distortion while the operator holding the cam-corder flips the camera around and raises it to chest-level. The face of Victor Hades comes into view as he breathes the cold-air of some northern continent towards the camera and smirks.
Victor Hades-"Let's start by simply getting right into it, shall we children? Friday night on Overdrive eight man will step into the ring and only four men will exit that ring victorious. Many want to win, many want to shine in the spotlight, but NONE have as much to prove simply as I do. You see over the course of recent weeks many have doubted my skill, my career much less my aptitude to succeed based on my string of "BAD LUCK". To those few who have doubted my ability to pull a rabbit out of a fucking hat as I would so adequately put it. I'm a changed man after realizing my mistakes, granted we all make them. But no more-no more am I willing to be cast aside due to some insignificant lack of wins over the top competitors in this company. I've been drawing in arenas all over the world because of what I do compared to over a dozen of these half-wit pieces of trash in the locker room! So I'll spill this plain and simple..."
"Biggs, I haven't got much more to say to you other than the simple fact that you're still the shell of whatever man you once were. I admire the hell out of your courage and respect the fact you never learn when to quit. But by the time you realize how old this has become with your attempts to strive for success in a career thats about as great as a rusted hunk of metal in a car show? People are going to be walking around saying "whoomp, there it is!"
"You've got balls I'll give you that, but it's time to put down the "Hulk Hogan" fighting spirit and realize that Main-Event card you once drew is long gone and dealt. It's time to hang up the boots and come to terms with reality, and that reality Biggs is filing paperwork, signing my checks, and sitting in the backstage area where you belong. I'm not sure how many more Canadian Destroyers you need to take to the brain from off a Cell before you understand this isn't your game anymore-but it's game over my friend. Doubt me as you will but Victor Hades is going to rise up and pull this industry by the fucking TEETH into a new level of entertainment. I plan on following that through starting with you on Friday night by waxing the bottom of my boots with your face."
"A.C. Slater, the next biggest sack of shit to grace a wrestling ring next to the likes of his partners in this match. The Big-Apple-Take-It-Up-The-Asser himself who has the grapes to accuse me of berating the World Champion, much else making empty threats? Listen to me closely and allow me to make this perfectly crystal clear you roid-raging dingus, the biggest dog in the yard isn't just the dog with the biggest bite, but the dog with the biggest bark and the biggest set of balls to take any dog's bone away like there isn't shit they can do about it. You're looking at it, because you see Smith unlike "everyone else", you are right-I do not give a pig's ass if I injure a single man in that locker room. I don't care if they can't hug their children, feed their overgrown wives who got fat from depression because their husbands are busy on the road. I don't give a damn if they don't make a paycheck, because IT ISN'T...MY...CAREER! It's not my life or my job on the line, so I don't feel sorry if I spike you on your skull and paralyze you from the neck down for the rest of your life. It's a victory for my team and that's the only thing that matters."
"Xtreme champion or not I acknowledge your reign as long as you've held that paperweight, but I've been there and done that ride twice in my career already. You don't intimidate me much more than a crack addict wielding a spoon does, so that's about as far as your ring presence goes. Friday night I get to see what you're made of, and right now I'm feeling that's not much more than a load of talk and a box of bullshit. I hope you brought your A-game Smith, because facing off against the likes of my side of the ring? Your future isn't looking too bright."
"Go big or go home or just run around with a head full of delusions if you're name is C.J. Gates. My friend you've got to be one of the few men left on this brand still running with a decent streak and probably the worst tunnel vision out of a single one of us coming into this match. Your victory over me was clean I won't stoop low enough of myself to disregard that, because you were the better man that night theres no doubt... But you're not the better man, not by a long shot you egotistical and narcissistic piece of trash. Overdrive is not going to be about insult to injury or about revenge, its about redemption-redemption I plan on taking when I mop the canvas with your sorry carcass with every suplex and slam I can possible think of."
"Gates you have all the potential to step up to the plate and take the strap from Marvin or Lester, but you-you just hesitate and choke on every single opportunity you get. I take my chances, and I never dwell on regret-so what I'm gonna do Friday night is come at you with a level-head and patiently bide my time for that opportune moment. So least when you see it coming-I'm going to snap at your neck and make you choke on those words you used to belittle my career much less my name. I'm going to strangle the very oxygen in your lungs like a tube of toothpaste until you're as blue as a god-damn smurf. I'm gonna make you realize the threat I truly am in that ring when theres nothing holding me back. Sit tight Gates, by the time you feel it hit you-you'll already be flat on your back in the center of that ring."
"As for the final number on my list and the biggest thorn in my ass which has come to be known as the "Ignortant One" Nick Watson, you've certainly given me back my smile since you graced our presence at Test for the Best. [Smiles] You Nicky-Boy have a knack for getting into the wrong business with the wrong people, and right now Nick-you're in deep with the sharks. You're up to your neck in problems come Friday, and seeing as I'll finally get you face to face instead of your cowardly sneak attacks? Your ass is as good as dead-meat when I corner you in that ring boy. Shockwave is going to be the worst night of your career if not your life both professionally and personally."
"I'm going to make you question your very existance on this roster, I'm going to make you regret getting in my business, and I'm damn sure going to enjoy kicking...your....ass. It's time to nut-up or shut-up Nick, and neither you nor your three other Super-friends can do a god damn thing to stop us. Rot in hell you sons of bitches..."
Fade to black
