MCW: Mind Control Wrestling

Hello all. While I have contributed to stories before, this is my first time on CHYOA creating a story from scratch. I don't know how many people on here are in the Venn Diagram of liking wrestling and mind control stories, but I figured I'd shoot my shot. Feel free to leave feedback or contribute your own threads as you see fit.

The women of professional wrestling. Bold. Fearless. Powerful. Trailblazing. A bunch of other adjectives some marketing team cooked up.

But, in all truth, they were certainly one thing: beautiful.

To many, they are object of adulation, desire, and lust. And for one man, those objects of desire would be his and his alone.

Nicholas "Nick" Mercer was a genius scientist and tech mogul, coming into his talents at a young age with degrees in biochemistry, engineering, and psychology. He made his start in the business world by developing and selling a series of protein supplements whose user base swore worked like magic, drastically improving performance and muscle growth. It was heralded as super science the world over and made Mr. Mercer quite the fortune. He parlayed that wealth and success into starting a full company which dabbled in biochemistry technologies, Mercer Creation Technologies, or MCT.

However, despite his wealth and unlike many of his contemporaries, Nick Mercer led a life away from the limelight. By all accounts he lived modestly and frugally, and spent most of his time working at his company or his private lab, as much a scientist and researcher as he was an executive.

So, it came to great shock that one day, it was announced the quiet, unassuming head of MCT was purchasing the WWE. Further surprising was when he announced he had hired former professional wrestler Stacy Keibler to serve as his personal assistant for this new venture. When pressed for comment for why he made such a purchase (for an apparently exorbitant price to the point the board could not refuse sale), Mercer replied thusly:

"I've always been a wrestling fan. This seems like fun."

And while there were truth to those words, and the media began to lambast the obscure figure and calling his new company Mercer Creation Wrestling, there was a darker truth hidden behind it all. For this wasn't a spur of the moment purchase. This was a calculated decision to help one man and one man alone achieve a dark and twisted fantasy.

Months after the announcement of Mercer's purchase, and days before things would be official and he would be the sole owner in charge of the company, Mercer was at work in one of his labs, fiddling with what looked like a virtual reality headset. A clear visor mounted onto a set of headphones. His new attache, Ms Keibler, stood off to the side of the bare, empty room, standing at attention, eyes focused forward, awaiting her boss's orders.

"Alright, Ms. Keibler. Are we ready to begin the final test?" Nick asked, setting the headset down one of the two sole pieces of furnishing in the sterile chamber, a small white table.

Stacy nodded and smiled slightly. "Yes, Mr. Mercer. I am ready when you are." Nick noted the stilted nature of her voice, still, after all this time. Slightly robotic and emotionless. As were her movements when he pulled out the padded chair and beckoned for her to come.

Stacy sat down in the chair, crossing the long, sexy legs which had made her a household name, as Nick placed the headset on her, strapping it in place.

"Now, you will be bombarded by sound and visuals when I begin the machine." Nick explained as he had in the past. "Just as before. But this time, I want you to repeat any words your hear or see. Only the ones you can clearly make out. Understood?"

"Yes, Mr. Mercer. I understand."

Doing one last check to make sure everything was strapped in, Nick hit a button on the side of the headset to power the device up, quickly stepping to the side to observe the process, as he had a dozen times before. The machine fired on and the clear visor lit up with a bright swirl of colours. Stacy gasped, the first time she had shown emotion all day, but quickly calmed down, sinking into the padded chair and sighing, her stiff posture becoming loose and languid, as if the woman were returning home to rest after a long trip.

Nick watched intently, even though he knew exactly what was happening, what to expect. Stacy would be assaulted by sound, colour, and images, too fast and garbled to make sense at first, but they would burrow into her subconscious and take root. Now, so deep into the process, Nick hoped that all those commands and phrases would sprout within her mind, binding the beautiful Stacy Keibler to his will, as he had dreamed so many years before.

While MCT wholly developed biotech and chemical medicine to the public, Nicholas Mercer worked in secret on his own project: mind control technology. MCT. Using auditory and visual cues to program behaviour, or even his biochem tech to forcibly alter it. This is what he devoted his free time and the majority of his fortune to, for he had long been consumed by the fantasies of control and corruption since his youth. He had abstained from romance and sex to focus on his studies and business, but, he had always told himself there would time for it later, on his terms and his terms alone.

As he watched Stacy like a hawk, and as his dreams replayed in his mind, the leggy blonde woman began to speak, her voice low and empty at first, but then rising. In volume, in tone, in conviction, in emotion. It was working! He had done it!

"I am a good girl."

"I am a loyal employee to the company."

"I am a loyal employee to Mister Mercer."

"I will do whatever Mister Mercer asks of me. Because I am a good girl."

"Good girls obey. And I am a good girl. I obey."

"I serve the company, I serve Mister Mercer. Because I am a good girl and I obey."

"My body serves the company, my mind serves the company, I serve the company."

"My body serves Mister Mercer, my mind serves Mister Mercer, I serve Mister Mercer."

"I am Mister Mercer's good girl. I obey Mister Mercer. I am a good girl."

"Good girl's are company property. Good girls are Mister Mercer's property. I am a good girl."

"Mister Mercer is the company. The company is Mister Mercer. I am Mister Mercer's property and I obey like a good girl."

Stacy was speaking as if uttering long-held truths of her life, a delightful smile on her face as she did. An all together different smile, greedy and lustful and triumphant, was on Nick's face, his cock painfully tenting in his pants. This was it! This what he had dream of all those long, lonely nights. And this was just the beginning...

He let the program run for an hour, Stacy repeating her mantras and commands all the while. She then entered the
"cooldown phase" after the machine ceased (still need to refine that, he noted), spending a half hour in dazed catatonia while her brain rebuilt itself around the new pieces of information into it. When she came to and the light returned to her eyes, she found Mr. Mercer standing over. She smiled at him, sighing contently to just be in his presence.

"Well, Ms. Keibler, how do you feel?" He asked, knowing the answer to come.

"I feel wonderful, Mr. Mercer." Stacy said, as happy as she had ever been in her life. She rose to full height and placed a hand on her boss's chest, while he pulled her close, one hand on her ass. Stacy's smile grew as she stared into the eyes of her owner. "Please, tell me how I may be of service to you."

The two kissed, long, heated, wanton. Stacy moaned and melted in the arms of her owner, her boss, her master, happy to be such a good girl and even happier to obey. After what seemed like an eternity, Mercer broke away, hundreds of scenarios bubbling in his brain, both for tomorrow and for tonight.

Nicholas "Nick" Mercer always loved wrestling. He always loved the women of wrestling. And soon, they would all love him.

The only question was, where to start?