Wrestleheroes is my first little experiment, not that I mind. After all I’ve worked on diseased subjects before and you are very sick are you not? Fresh out of the womb and you already have rats nipping at your flesh. The prospect of glory always brings out the sycophantic types. I remember them well. The meek men who hid behind their clipboards and titles. Always happy to put their names down on papers after all the hard work was done. But they were the first ones to stab you in the back if you dared have a thought that pushed against their comforts. 

This was all part of the game they would say. And so I watched them scurry around like rats. I was more than them and yet they would dare try to tear down everything I worked for? I would not let that stand. 

At Wrestleheroes there has been an incentive given for the rats to go scurrying around again. Four titles up for grabs in a match full of meek men. And lo and behold they have been coming out of the woodworks to write their name down on the paper. To stake their claim to the prize. 

What these rats do not realize is they are blind. The prospect of winning a title has told them they should rush headlong into this match without a care in the world. They have ignored that this isn’t just a match, it is an agreement to take part in my own little experiment. 

The question? How much do these meek men want their titles? The very shields and swords that they used to cut people down. Is it worth horrific bodily harm through Ultraviolence, is it worth paranoia for twenty-four hours a day, is it worth the judgement of the gods themselves? 

I shall observe set to the tune of a glorious symphony of screams. A tune I haven’t heard since… well the last batch of meek men. But I don’t like to live in the past now do I? Let’s focus on the future, and the future looks very bright indeed! 

Because I seek to cure OSW of its parasitic infection of meek men! It cannot stand on its own two feet while those very rats gnaw at its flesh! 

For once I do that, the meek will not be there to stop me. I shall be the inheritor of the world. I used to be a meek man but I realized the error of my ways. And now I am beyond! And the world shall be mine, no human being on this earth will stop the path of Dr. Vinell.

So I offer you this one mercy before it is too late. Join or else your fate will not be in your hands.