The place honestly reeked. It had that small that all hospitals get, that strange mix of piss, other bodily fluids that don't need to be named, and the smell of the chemicals that had been used to clean the place; but still, the aroma managed to hang around in the air and burn your nose. That might have been part of the reason why people avoided places like this like the plague. Everything about it was just so... so... unwelcoming. A bit ironic when you stop and consider what the facility is for. So, while being repulsed by the place themselves- families showed up in droves and dropped off their loved ones. Some simply to leave them there and to forget about them. It was all kind of brutal, but what was the other option? To take care of their sickly and injured loved ones themselves? No way, not in this lazy day and age. Responsibility could be shouldered off to someone else, so long as you had the money to do it. And sadly, people did have the cash. So that is exactly what they did. They took their problems, stripped them of their dignity and humanity, and them locked them up here. Things truly could not be more tragic.

That is why the WWE Universe was so startled to be brought to such a place. This was not the place where professional wrestlers are born and thrive... this looked like where they went to crawl into a little ball and die. When they are left laying as shells of their former selves. Wrestling fans had grown use to the gore- even those little 'PG darlings' who would sneak onto youtube and look up videos of Dean Ambrose when he was 'Jon Moxley' in CZW or videos of Cactus Jack and Terry Funk nearly killing themselves in matches against Hayabusa or Sabu. So seeing blood and guts did little to more the emotions of fans these days. Many folks blamed ECW for that, but it wasn't fair to point the finger 'Mr. Dangerously' when the world around him had grown blood hungry. Heyman simply gave them what they wanted. Supply and demand- right? Up until now, that is all it was. Fans had grown use to it. But seeing what happens AFTER those matches, what became of those wrestlers who took the chair shots... who fell into the thumbtacks and broken glass... now that was a story that the WWE Universe didn’t want to hear. But from the looks of things- they were going to have no choice in the matter.

All around the hospital grounds fans were forced to watch the broken and forsaken get wheeled around like pieces of property than as actual people. All of the guests had been stripped of their street cloths and forced into gowns that exposed their backs and butts on windy days. Some of them were hooked to tubes that were attached to machines that had to be wheeled alongside them. IV bags full of only God knows what was being pumped into these living zombies, keeping them alive... if 'alive' is what you wanted to call this. For those who were not lucky enough to be able to walk or to be wheeled around- they had to remain bedridden and hope that something exciting happened outside of their windows so they had something worth seeing. Something more than time passing. The clocks in every room had been encased behind metal grates just because so many unstable inmates had attempted to break them... they just couldn't take watching time tick away anymore. Fans were almost speechless as they sat back, watching all of this as the camera man showed them the less promising side of life. They were just about halfway down the hall when they spotted him. His wild blonde curls hung around his face, casting a shadow over it. He was dressed in black slacks, a black dress shirt and a white tie that was covered in little, black Bullet Club skulls. Giving Kenny Omega a look similar to that of the Grim Reaper. Like he was just standing there, leaning with his shoulder against the vending machine; just waiting for someone to die so he could lead their soul to the other side. So that judgment could be passed upon them. It was like he could read the minds of the fans, his scruffy face cracked in a smile and although his eyes were hidden behind black, turtle shell sunglasses it was almost like he could look directly into the WWE Universe itself. That sent chills through the viewers as Omega spoke.

'THE CLEANER' KENNY OMEGA;
"Ladies and gentlemen, let me welcome you... Let me welcome you to the junkyard of humanity. This is where those who are broken and busted end up. This is what a lifetime of physical sacrifice gets you, a nice deloused single sized bed and freshly bleached sheets. Food is served to you at the same time every day, unless you are past that point and then they just pump in through your arm and into your system like a car getting an oil change. There is no Elysium for the old warriors, no TRUE rest for the wicked. Only this. All of your blood, all of your pain, all of your loss... time that you can never get back, all of that you give up for a room here. A place where there are no fans begging for your picture or your autograph. No loved ones to hold your hand and tell you that everything is going to be alright. This is the last stop before oblivion. And you all only have yourselves to blame".

Kenny says this with a slight sneer, as though he truly had no sympathy for the broken souls in this hospital. That was a given, just by the way he looked at an old man being wheeled past him and how Omega looked like through him, like the man wasn't even there. Instead Kenny lifts his head and takes a step out of the corner and toward the camera guy.

'THE CLEANER' KENNY OMEGA;
"These men, they made their choices. They chose to live the lives of fools; they choose to spill their blood and to break down their bodies at the chance of a fleeting dream, a dream of making all of you boys and girls happy. They wanted all of you to love them forever and to hold them in your hearts. These fools, they sought immortality through you fans. And everyone knows that you people can not be counted on. You can not be TRUSTED! Any wrestler who is smart to this business knows that you assholes can not be won over. You can not be counted on to keep the faith. That is why guys like Rick Rude, Owen Hart, Mr. Perfect... they are NEVER spoken of. Only marketed and sold for a profit. There is no immortality in that. Not even the 'Immortal One' Hulk Hogan will truly be around forever. Not in person... nor in spirit. No, now they only live on through the merchandise that makes others money. And once that money stops... poof... they are gone. Like dust in the wind, man".

There was a bit of a tragic look that crossed the face of Kenny Omega, like he could really feel and sympathize for these men. But as soon as that look crossed his face- it was gone. Omega wasn't about to open himself up so vulnerably before a match. Particularly THIS match, because the guy across the ring was a guy who Kenny knew would go in for the kill shot if he seen one.

'THE CLEANER' KENNY OMEGA;
"Last week, Jay Briscoe... you were seeking a little immortality, weren't you? As you beat my friend- MY BROTHER!- Nick Jackson, from pillar to post, as you took out all of that aggression on him... there was something more to it, wasn't there? This wasn't just about how The Bullet Club has been making you our bitch since, well, since we first showed up here. Every time that a Briscoe has gotten into the ring with a member of The Bullet Club- they end up walking out with our boot in their asses! If they are even lucky enough to walk out at all! Tell me Briscoe, how many times have we dumped you and your goofy ass brother on your heads? Huh!? How many times now have you found yourself looking up at the ring lights!? More time than you care to admit, right? I know I'm right. You don't have to admit it because all anyone has to go is go on that 'WWE Network' and watch from Summer Slam on, they will see. The Bullet Club has been on a path of destruction- the likes of which this company has NEVER seen before! But some how, some way- you always end up right in the middle of that path. Trying to block or stop us; and each time we bust you up! Up until last week, that is".

Now the temper of Kenny Omega was really beginning to show. You could read it in his body language and even hear it in his voice. Just speaking of Jay Briscoe seemed to light a fire in the stomach of Omega. Making his spew his hateful words into the camera. No, at Jay Briscoe and his partner. The shaky voice of Kenny Omega suddenly grew calm and collected when he spoke again.

'THE CLEANER' KENNY OMEGA;
"But last week, shit- you had about enough of that, didn't you? So you took your fate into your own hands and you dealt a beating to one of my boys. And don't worry, I get it. I understand why you felt you had to make Nick bleed, why you had to rip the flesh from his bones and use him to mop the ring up when you were done. It's cool, Jay. I know all too well that sometimes a man can get desperate enough to do just about anything. Hell, I was ready to cripple a man. I was more than eager to take Edge and send his ass right here- to the hospital! All because he had gotten in my way. Orton, on the other hand, he had other plans. The Legend Killer stuck his nose in where it didn't belong, who knows, maybe Randy was just mad that the EUROPEAN CHAMPION bumped the WORLD CHAMPION out of the main event- who really cares, am I right? But the point is you were seconds away from not having a partner this week because I was going to take Edge out! But Randy beat me to it... whatever, shit happens. But, speaking of the European title... I bet that stings a little, doesn't it Jay? Seeing this title on my shoulder, I am willing to put it all on the line and say that it eats away at you! Day after day... after day. You see me with this title and it reminds you of how you couldn't hold onto it! How you weren't MANNNN enough to go rounds with me! So you decided to take all of your frustrations out on a guy who was never meant to wrestle in singles competition. You went out and you beat up a tag team technician because deep down you knew that would be the ONLY chance at redemption that you got! You busted Nick Jason up, and what do you have to show for it? NOTHING!".

Omega was on a roll now, he grinned sinisterly into the camera and took another step closer to the camera. Making both the man behind it and the WWE Universe feel a bit more uneasy. They didn't appreciate Kenny Omega stalking them like this. For a moment they all could understand why Jay Briscoe wanted to take this guy's head off. That sarcastic smirk on his face made you want to punch him. But most people knew better than to even try it. Kenny Omega was more than what he seemed at first glace. Omega was a monster on the same level of guys like Undertaker and Kane. As he spoke, his voice showed that his self control was slipping slightly.

'THE CLEANER' KENNY OMEGA;
"You have nothing to show for your efforts last week. Try as you might, The Young Bucks are stronger than EVER! In fact, if you tune in on Monday Night you will be able to see Nick & Matt go straight 'Boots to Asses' against The Rock and Roman Reigns! Nick and Matt Jackson are going to bring those World Tag Team Championships home to the Bullet Club... you didn't even slow them down, much less stop them. But if you want to know what you did accomplish all you have to do is look at me. Look at ME, Briscoe! And you will see a guy who has nothing to fear... and the entire WORLD to gain! This week, I've ordered the troops off. They are away making sure that things go smoothly for our pals in the tag title match. Do you know what that means, Jay? That means all you have to do is fight your way to me. Try you damndest to get those filthy hands on me again! I DARE YOU!... because it isn't going to make the least bit of difference. You don't have it in you to beat me, you can’t put me down. You do not have what it takes to MAN UP and take me down! And you will get no better chance than this week, I am all alone! No Bullet Club! Nothing between us except The European title... oh, and the World Champion; Randy Orton. But that shouldn't be a problem for you, should it? I didn't think so. You are too dumb to know when you are licked. Just stand down, Briscoe. Get the hell away while you can. Because this week is going to be like all the others, you are going to be seeing stars and getting helped out by EMTs. Only this time, you won't be alone. That 'Canadian Cripple' Edge will be laying beside you. So when you go backstage make sure you tell his woman and his family how you let him down, how you couldn't win the match, how you couldn't even PROTECT him. Make sure that let them know that you are to blame, not Randy Orton... and not The Bullet Club. You, Jay Briscoe, will be held accountable for your loss this week. And with all choices... the consequences... that is your cross to carry too".

And with that, Kenny Omega looks up to a sign at the desk and the camera does as well. A florescent 'Vacancy' sign clicks on, showing that the hospital has room for one or two more. A very haunting thought to leave fans with as the scene begins to slowly fade to black yet again. That robotic voice sending them off yet again...

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