The cloaked figure of Tommy McMaster, the so-called Wildfire, was sitting at a blackjack table in some seedy underground casino on the strip. As the heat rose from so many people including hookers, side hustlers, made men and shady shenanigans, The Wildfire clicked his fingers, and everything halted to a stop. Everyone in the middle of doing something, snorting coke, spilled drinks were stuck in motion. He chuckled to himself, swung around on his chair to look up at the grainy security camera feed.
“Last week was about the manifesto and to help Caleb Storms free from the fake ties that bound him to the World Order. I mentioned how I want to bring him into the fold as a Wildfirite but I also need to break the shackles around him and that is what this is for. You cannot offer the blind to wilfully see and not expect resistance. You may call me mad for such talk as a blind person would jump at the chance (and probably hit their head on a ceiling fan) but all they have known is about to be stripped away. All those memories of a dark and distant world will be illuminated and just maybe they believe life has been and should always be this way. Caleb Storms is of similar ilk.
 I call it ‘The Violent Angel’ method. You may see it as something else but to completely cure someone of their falsehoods they and you need to dig deep and find that violence that is stored inside of you. That unabashed feeling of ill will towards humanity. Search within yourself, Caleb, find that part of you that knows you are in a simulation, that you are but another automaton feeding the super computers of the world that run this god forsaken place. Yet, you are the one who offered this open challenge that I readily accepted. This marks you as different, as someone who truly WANTS to feel violent therapy. It was as if you knew I would accept and have the most vicious and beneficial of debuts at your expense but how could someone as weak minded as you come up with such a conniving plan? “
 
To Tommy it seemed that after all he was doing for humanity and in that same token, Caleb Storms, yet why was he letting such a snivelling bastard into the fold of the future of mankind? It was very curious and one in which he would need to ponder but right now was not the time.
 He looked into the eyes of a stunning redhead, an obvious mafia mole but still he wouldn’t mind laying with her. Not at all. Focus on the task at hand.
 
“You may want to know why I have endeavoured to add you to the flock, you may think it strange that I would want to tear you limb from limb and then grab your hand and welcome you with open arms; I have to admit that I have wondered the same thing because you are simpleton and beneath me to even lock up with you but I need to free you not because I like or hate you but because it must be done. Caleb, I am deeply sorry for what will happen when the violent therapy hits home but you should never have offered such a challenge. Once The Wing and A Prayer is hit you will feel an implosion, Caleb. It will feel like your internal organs are ravished, that your brain is likely to combust but hold that feeling and really listen to it. That is you being free of the societal restraints, free of the megalomania of the internet based world and finally you can choose your destiny and not some alternative algorithm. 
 
There is so much studying of your wrestling style, the moves you hit, the way you portray this character but in the end what you say and do in everyday life shows more meaning. This is why I have been living in your loft. I know. It is a tad creepy and for someone as tall as I am it really gets cramped which is why from time to time I attended your crawl space too. I needed to know the man you really are. I needed to live and breathe the way you do. I learnt everything I needed and even sometimes this week I have sedated you in your sleep and just sat there watching you and I heard it, oh I heard what you whispered in your sleep. You said ‘Tommy no, don’t let me die, don’t let the trolls win’ Do you not see it, Caleb? Trolls are not real. They never have been. Like paying for followers, the social media world pays for these trolls, it creates more traffic and hashtags for you weaker generations. So I am prepared and I hope you are too. Your saviour is here, Caleb, just let me in.”[/color]
 
Suddenly the backstreet casino hall burst into flames as the laughing face of The Wildfire was encompassed by the flames of his own making.