Wesley R. Cianchette was born. He was soon corrupted by the evil
forces of the Antichrist, commonly known as Michael "Don't-Call-
Me-Mike" Alcott and Laquandra, his lesser minion. Wesley was
drawn in by her shimmering ebony skin and her tempting green eyes,
along with Michael's wrestling prowess. However, no one is a match
for Wesley's willpower (commonly known as "Hot'n'Throbbin'") and
soon enough he broke the vicious cycle of Alcottism. Emotionally
scarred, but vowing never again to be drawn into another cult, the
young Wesley began his own film career before meeting the elusive
Gregory Klein on a routine trip to the bathroom. It wasn't long
before Mr. Cianchette found himself in the tight (but loving) grasp
of GraveCo. productions, and also, in the talons of another horror:
the Old One that H.P. Lovecraft forgot to mention, Minor Rootes.
Wesley continues his struggles to this day, but is buoyed by the
notion that somehow, someday, he will make it to Hollywood.
