Post by Oblivion on Feb 12, 2011 12:38:55 GMT -5
~._-*At WCF Headquarters, Hank Brown is walking around, with a "lost" expression across his face. Someone walks past...*-_.~
Person #1: What's wrong buddy? Hank, did you lose something? You look like your trying to find something.[/color]
Hank Brown: No, it's not something. It's more like someone.[/color]
Person #1: Who are you looking for?[/color]
Hank Brown: I'm looking for that cameraman, Davey. We are supposed to go out and do this shoot with Oblivion, but where is Davey?[/color]
Person #1: I haven't seen him.[/color]
~._-*A second person walks past and says...*-_.~
Person #2: Who are you looking for?[/color]
Person #1: Davey, the new camera guy. Have you seen him?[/color]
Person #2: Don't know this Davey. But, I saw someone, earlier, leaving here with a camera and taking off with the van.[/color]
Person #1: Was it the guy that looks like Mikey off of American Chopper, but a little thinner? [/color]
Hank Brown(confused): Wait! Um, huh? Wait... what? I AM kinda hungry. Wait... what? Who is Mikey and what is American Chopper?[/color]
~._-*The other two people just shake their heads in total disbelief.*-_.~
Hank Brown: Oh-h-h! Nevermind. <shakes head> You mean Davey. Yea, he's around 5' 10" and weighs maybe around 220 pounds. Curly light brown hair and has some stubble.[/color]
Person #2: Yea! That's who I seen leaving here, with the camera and van.[/color]
~._-*Davey has temporarily gone rogue, as Hank Brown does not know EXACTLY where his cameraman has gone to. Hank is worried that he might be going towards Oblivion.*-_.~
Hank Brown: We WERE supposed to go and interview Oblivion.[/color]
Person #2: OBLIVION?!?![/color]
Hank Brown: Yes![/color]
Person #2: That crazy sum bitch!?[/color]
Hank Brown: Yea! What's the problem?![/color]
Person #2: Really, Hank Brown?! Really?![/color]
Hank Brown: Yea! I don't see what the problem is?![/color]
Person #2: Really, Hank Brown?! You don't see any problems here?![/color]
Hank Brown: No, not really.[/color]
Person #2: OH MY F*CKIN' GOD!!![/color]
Person #1: DUDE!![/color]
Person #2: Don't dude me! There is a newbie out there racing to an interview, that Oblivion is expecting both Hank and his cameraman. We don't know how that massive nut job is gonna react when he sees this new guy, without Hank Brown. That thing, that creature is absolutely nuts.[/color]
Hank Brown: What's the problem? Oblivion has always been cool with me and remember, Davey was with him when Oblivion wrestled as Oceb Aughion.[/color]
Person #2: I don't know, I still have a bad feeling about this! Oblivion is stronger and meaner! He's psychotic and doesn't care who IT hurts or maybe kill, just to get what he... er IT wants!! I just don't want to hear on the news, about some cameraman who has been ripped apart and sliced open with all his entrails spread out about, as he hangs by his own colon wrapped around his throat.[/color]
Person #1: Good God, dude!![/color]
God: Yes?[/color]
~._-*Everyone looks around the room, to see where that voice came from. But, after a few seconds, everyone lost interest and continued talking.*-_.~
Hank Brown: I'll call him on his cell..[/color]
Person #1: Good idea.[/color]
~._-*While calling Davey, Hank all of a sudden has this weird look come across his face.*-_.~
Hank Brown: Strange, it went straight into voice mail.[/color]
Person #2: That's not good, dude! That's not good! ¡Dios mío! Por favor, protegerlo![/color]
Hank Brown: Huh? Why is that not good news?[/color]
Person #2: If he's not answering his phone, Oblivion got to him already! It might be doing something really... really bad to him! Oblivion has him already crucified, as he is carving him up with a blowtorch. His charred flesh falling off the bones and plopping down to the floor![/color]
~._-*Hank's face just turned pale white and has both of his hands are over his mouth. The horror, that the legendary reporter is feeling is indescribable. The visuals cannot escape the mind of Hank Brown, as he is practically freaking out. *-_.~
Hank Brown:Oh... my God!! Oh my God!! OH MY GOD!! Davey is as good as dead, as we speak. Why are we just standing around here?![/color]
~._-*The one stranger was trying to convince Hank that Davey might be getting hurt, by Oblivion, because he was by himself and not with Hank. But, out of nowhere, the other guy runs over to the second fella and socks him right in the upper arm.*-_.~
Person #1:Dude!! Shut up! Look at Hank.[/color]
~._-*Hank's facial expression hasn't changed, as if he already knew Davey's fate.*-_.~
Person #2: Hank, buddy, I'm sure Davey will be just fine.[/color]
Person #1: Yea, Hank! Remember, he was with Oblivion when he was Oceb Aughion. So, maybe Oblivion will remember him.[/color]
~._-*Both gentlemen look not convinced, as they look at each other. Person #2 whispers to Person #1.*-_.~
Person #2[/color](whispers): That Davey is gonna end up as dog food, by the time anyone finds him. Oblivion is gonna just kill that boy. I know it and you know it and down deep, Hank knows it too! Maybe Oblivion is just warming up for Night of Champions.
Hank Brown: Oh I hope you guys are right, about him being safe. I just wish he came and got me. I know I cannot do much. But, if there are two people, maybe Oblivion would control his insatiable appetite for blood. But, he will be by himself. God, we hope you watch over him.[/color]
~._-*The two other gentlemen just look at each other, with doubt in their eyes. Only if they knew what truly is actually happening, right now.*-_.~
Hank Brown: I hope he's okay.[/color]
~._-*At that exact moment....*-_.~
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~._-*Davey is driving the white WCF van, fast, with his head bobbing. He screams out loud, as he tries to sing along...*-_.~
Davey(shouting): Should I be feelin' bad? No!! Should I be feelin good? No!! Its kinda sad I'm the laughin' stock of the neighborhood! You would think that I'd be movin' on. But I'm a sucker like I said f*cked up in the head.... NOT!! Maybe she just made a mistake, I should give her a break. My heart will ache either way. Hey, what the hell! Watcha want me to say, I won't lie that I cant deny.[/color]
~._-*Davey thrashes around, behind the wheel. Passing vehicles are driving past and giving Davey the strangest looks. Davey just smiles and waves. Poor, dumb bastard. Only if he knew. Truly knew what he was racing towards. This WILL be day he will never EVER forget.*-_.~
Davey(shouting): I did it all for the nookie c'mon! The nookie c'mon! So you can take that cookie and stick it up your, yeah! Stick it up your, yeah!! Stick it up your, yeah!![/color]
~._-*At that exact moment, while Davey was singing, his phone started to buzz and vibrate. Davey turns down the radio and answers the phone.*-_.~
Davey: Hello?[/color]
Hank Brown: WHERE IN THE HELL ARE YOU?![/color]
Davey: What the Hell?![/color]
Hank Brown: We have been worried sick about you![/color]
Davey: Who is we?[/color]
Hank Brown: Myself and these two other gentlemen.[/color]
~._-*Hank looks at the two guys.*-_.~
Person #1: Adam![/color]
Person #2: Carlos.[/color]
Davey: Hank, I'll be fine.[/color]
Hank Brown: You shouldn't be doing this by yourself![/color]
Davey: Hank, I'll be fine. Remember, I was Oceb Aughion's cameraman. Oblivion will remember me. Don't have any worries. I'm a big boy. I can handle this![/color]
Hank Brown: You only knew him as Oceb Aughion. Oblivion is a completely different kind of psycho. He will pull out your colon out from down your throat and stick it back up your bum and swing you around until you hemorrhage and/or bleed to death. Then he would probably eat what was left of your body. Oh God....[/color]
God: Yes?[/color]
Davey: Who was that?![/color]
Hank Brown: Nothing. So, you kid, you be careful! Oblivion does not think like you and I. He is not capable of human emotions. He is a master manipulator. Just be careful. Good luck. Next time, make sure you tell me when you are gonna leave, alright?[/color]
Davey:Yea-yea, whatever. I appreciate the pep-talk. I will be careful. Let ya know what happened when I get back. See ya.[/color]
Hank Brown: Bye.[/color]
<click.>
~._-*Davey had received a text from someone telling him the location of Oblivion. That is where Davey is going, like a bat out of Hell. Davey zooms in and out of traffic, not caring for his own or anyone else well being. Is Davey rushing towards what Carlos and Hank accidentally prophesied?*-_.~
-[46 minutes Later]-
~._-*Davey drives to where Oblivion was supposed to be at, but all Davey sees is a run down shack. It's a small house, with some parts, of the roof, falling off. The house doesn't look like it has electricity or even running water. But, that's the address Davey was given, so he is here to hear what Oblivion has to say. Davey stops and parks the van. He exits the van and a huge cloud of smoke exits the van. Davey speaks to himself.*-_.~
Davey: I hope they don't "test" in WCF. I hope this doesn't bite me in the ass. Maybe I should of waited after talking to Oblivion. Maybe getting stoned before meeting up with a madman, is not such a good idea. Especially, when that madman is Oblivion. Hell, who knows, he might just hack me up<snickers> and have me in tiny itsy bitsy <snickers> little <snickers> pieces.[/color]
~._-*Davey is so trashed, he spent some time looking for Connector City, Virginia. But, right now, Davey is trying to get his act together, enough where he could try and interview Oblivion. Davey is standing outside the house, in which the front door is wide open, with no lights on, in the house. Davey looks around and says...*-_.~
Davey: Hello?[/color]
~._-*As Davey steps up to the porch-like area, something drips onto Davey's right shoulder.*-_.~
Davey: AHH-H-H!![/color]
~._-*The drip wasn't cold, as expected, but it was warm. With lots of reservation and hesitation, Davey looks down on what dripped on his shoulder. Slowly, Davey puts his left hand on the substance and slowly looks up....*-_.~
Davey: Oh-h-h-h my-y-y GO-O-O-OD![/color]
~._-*Staring down at Davey, with a strand of drool, hanging from it's lips, is a member of The Gathering. The little creepy creature scurries away, from the top of the broken down house. Davey, with a grossed out look, on his face, he takes a cloth from his back pocket and wipes off his shoulder. Then, with hesitation, Davey pauses. He looks into the darkness, the void of light. The outside area is slightly chilly, but the aura from inside the decrepit and deteriorated house is much much colder than the air, outside the house. Davey looks at his arm, he has developed 'goosebumps', as the hairs, on his arms, has stood up. Davey rubs the back of his neck, as he gulps down a mouthful of saliva. The nervous look across his face expresses how scared to death, Davey truly is. His facial expression could be an indicator of things to come. *-_.~
Davey: Hello? [/color]
Oblivion: Don't just stand there. Why don't you.... <voice deepens and slows down> WALK... RIGHT... IN.[/color]
~._-*Davey is scared to death. He is shaking, to the point that there is noise, from the camera, from it shaking. Davey takes a deep breath and slowly walks into the cold darkness. Inside the broken down house, is basically what you saw, from the outside. A condemned dwelling. The walls have been broken down, as several pieces of the dry wall are missing, as if someone took a sledgehammer and slammed into the walls. Some of the broken pieces of drywall, are on the splintered wooden floor. Across, from the door, sitting on IT's throne, is The Dark One, the WCF Television Champion, Oblivion. IT is sitting there, with a miserable expression, across IT's masked face. Both arms of Oblivion are placed on the arm rests, of the throne. The Gathering are scattered through out the house. There are sounds of flesh being ripped, as screams from vermin, rats and mice are being heard. Voluptuous and extremely sexual women are lying near the feet, of their God, Oblivion. They are caressing themselves and licking their lips towards Davey. Oblivion has IT's head down, making un-human sounds. Oblivion slowly raises IT's head when he heard Davey walking closer to him. Davey has a strange look across his face, as if he knew he should just turn around and run the Hell out of there. But, there is something that is preventing him to leave. His legs feel paralyzed. Davey wants to leave, but he can't. There is no returning back now. There is no escape. The scared, nervous, and alone cameraman looks around, at the broken down house. Oblivion just stares into the eyes of the cameraman.*-_.~
Oblivion: Where is Hank Brown?[/color]
Davey: Um.... He... um.... [/color]
Oblivion: What is it, boy? Where is Hank?[/color]
Davey: Um...[/color]
Oblivion: What is your name?.[/color]
~._-*Oblivion looks at Davey and looks as if he is waiting for an answer.*-_.~
Davey: Um... my name is Davey.[/color]
Oblivion: Girls, go see if you can make Davey feel more comfortable....[/color]
~._-*The girls, although very beautiful and sexy, has this dangerous vibe to them. The one woman that was straddling Oblivion, gets off from Oblivion and proceeds to walk towards Davey. Before she got more than an arm's length away from Oblivion, The Dark One smacks the half covered rear-end of the young lady. With every step, her chest bounces slightly. Her eyes are locked in onto Davey's eyes. The cameraman can't control himself. He seems to be in a trance. That poor bastard has NO idea, what he is in for. The woman walks up and grabs Davey, by the back of his head. He digs her nails into his hair and begins to yank down, as she begin to lick his neck and grab his man package. She moans out loud, as she begins to caress her right breast. As they stand, she takes her left leg and wraps it around the body of Davey. Other sexual craved women begin to approach Davey, but instead of pleasuring him or themselves, they just take away the camera. Davey is dazed and flustered by this gorgeous woman who is paying attention to him. No other woman would ever take time to get this close to him, but Davey didn't care. In fact, he didn't care about the assignment that he and Hank were supposed to do together. The lovely girls take the camera back to their God, their provider, Oblivion. The Television Champion looks over the camera, then says...*-_.~
Oblivion: So, Davey. Why did you arrive here, without Hank Brown?[/color]
~._-*There is no response, from Davey, as he continues to play tonsil hockey with the young woman. The woman now has both legs wrapped around Davey, as she is grinding on him and begins to moan out, loudly. Davey has no interest in Oblivion. All of his attention and energy is now with this young woman. The electricity and energy is purely sexual and dynamic. The other young women are enraptured, as they watch Davey and the young woman experience their carnal, animal-like behaviors. Oblivion watches his young Vixen take over Davey's mind, body and soul. With screams of pleasure rattling the old house, from not only Davey and the young woman, but from the other Vixens watching. Oblivion claps his hands and whistles. The young woman that was enthralled into Davey, unrolled her eyes and flips her long hair back. She comes out of whatever trance she allowed herself to be in. She purrs, as she kisses Davey one last time, as she nibbles on his bottom lip. She adjusts her skirt and pulls back up her t-back, she strokes Davey's face with the back of her hand. She walks away, with a light swagger and a real relaxed look across her face. Davey just stands there with a real goofy grin across his face. That's when Davey realizes he feels a cold breeze. He looks down and realizes his pants are down to his feet and his boxers are down to his knees. All of his "business" was out for everyone to see. Davey has a real confused look across his face.*-_.~
Oblivion: So, Davey. I'll ask you ONE last time.[/color]
~._-*Davey pulls up his jeans and boxers. The aggression, in the room, rises. Davey's already accelerated pulse, is going to make his heart explode with all the aggression ready to thrown at him, by Oblivion.*-_.~
Oblivion: Why would Hank Brown allow someone, that is so-o-o green come to see Oblivion, all by his lonesome?[/color]
Davey: Um.... Hank didn't know I was coming here, without him. Well, he probably does now.[/color]
Oblivion: Well, that's a damn shame....[/color]
~._-*What Davey didn't notice, he no longer had his wallet or phone on his person. Davey didn't notice, as he was conversing with Oblivion, he was now being stalked by the women he was admiring. Davey's vision was totally on Oblivion and he doesn't see the Vixens surrounding him. Their eyes look red and they seem to be making hissing sounds.*-_.~
Oblivion: Yes, my lovelies it's time to feast.[/color]
Davey: Feast?![/color]
~._-*Davey gets swarmed by the dozen women, who are now attacking him. Davey begins to scream, as they begin to rip off his clothing. Each one begin to scratch and claw at Davey. They begin to pick up Davey. With their gleaming red eyes, their wicked smiles are enough to warm up the dead cold heart of the body of Stephan Johnson. Davey gets carried off into the darkness. Davey screams out.*-_.~
Davey: NO-O-O-O!! GOD HELP ME-E-E-E![/color]
~._-*The young woman that pleasured Davey, jumps down from off of Oblivion's lap and runs over to Davey. The cameraman sees her and begins to smile. With an almost emotion of relief, Davey was glad to see her. Now, maybe she can explain about this insanity. The young woman just looks at Davey, smiles at him and says.....*-_.~
The young woman: GOD CANNOT SAVE YOU NOW![/color]
~._-*Davey looks at the young woman with a shocked expression. The cameraman just closed his eyes, as a small tear streamed down his face, as he just experienced heartbreak. The tear falls. A small puff cloud from the dirt rises, when the tear falls and lands onto the dirty floor. The group of young women carry off Davey. Oblivion looks into the camera.*-_.~
Oblivion: Shane Borderland! You want this championship?! You are gonna have to kill Oblivion first! With your scrawny puppy-dog physique compared to Oblivion's monstrous muscular body, you don't have a chance! When you step into the ring, with The Dark One, how can you guarantee that you will walk out with IT's championship?! Better yet, what makes you think that you will be able to walk out, at all, out of Night of Champions?! Expect a night of pain! You must be really that stupid! If you are not taking me serious yet! You know of my abilities, of my power. But, still your arrogance amazes Oblivion. All you DO have, is your pitiful and wishful thinking. You think that The Dark One gives a flying sh*t about rules, regulations, or even laws?![/color]
~._-*Oblivion pulls the camera closer and says....*-_.~
Oblivion: F*CK THAT NOISE!! What is anyone gonna do?! Oblivion does what IT wants! The champion walks where IT wants!! If Oblivion feels like tying you up in the ropes and bash your stupid little bad-boy wanna be face in, then guess what? That's right, Oblivion WILL bash your skull in!! Putting your miserable existence to a rest! Actually, the only thing and Oblivion repeats the ONLY thing that is keeping you alive, inside that ring, is Oblivion enjoys being champion and this Television Championship is just the beginning. The Dark One enjoys success and is willing to do whatever it takes to win! ANYTHING!! Are you willing to walk to the edge of Hell with me, Shane?! I know there are some here, in WCF that are willing to. But, do you have the grapefruits, the balls to hang with The Dark One at the edge of insanity?!? You may say yes, now. But, when the pain commences, you will definitely be thinking differently! What is your pain tolerance, Shane? Oblivion knows your bark is more like a whimper.[/color]
~._-*That's when a couple of beauties walk in with a box of matches and a waste basket. Oblivion hands the camera to one of his Vixens, as he lights a match. The flame is bright and large. Oblivion begins to stick IT's hand over the flame. The smell of skin scorching is overwhelming. you can hear the sound of skin being burned. The match burns out and without a twitch of pain, an unphased Oblivion looks back into the camera.*-_.~
Oblivion: Knowing what you are about, you might have though that as lame. That IS my pain tolerance! What about this?[/color]
~._-*Oblivion shows the camera, IT's burned left palm. The hand is bleeding and severely burned. Oblivion shows his hand to one of his Vixens , that is standing next the one who is holding the camera. she walks over and begins to lick the wound.*-_.~
Oblivion: You see, Shane, Oblivion knows that demonstration was quite juvenile. But IT wants you to know that Oblivion is not scared of pain. In fact, Oblivion enjoys pain. IT finds pleasure, great pleasure out of pain! IT is willing to put Oblivion's body through Hell and back, are you willing to go through Hell back?! You may think this is all just talk. You are wrong, boy!! We are not just talking! This is REAL!! You could get hurt bad!! REAL BAD!! But, when you step into the ring with Oblivion, no one can guarantee your personal safety! NO ONE CAN! You step inside the ring, no one can help you, you are on your own!! You will have a hard time breathing. Your knees will shake. You will be face to face with a monster, an animal, WCF's residential Boogeyman!! You think the referee will save you?! You will be completely alone!! So, think of that, when you struggle to think of a response!
Because, everyone knows thinking is not one of your strong points, Shane! So, train like a good boy. Make sure that skin is real healthy. My Vixens enjoy nice healthy skin. Knowing that you are somewhat of a athlete and keeping a healthy lifestyle, so I know your organs will be healthy. Oblivion doesn't want to feed IT's Gathering with unsavory organs. You think, Oblivion is kidding! You must be not paying attention! Didn't Oblivion just tell you ,IT doesn't care for any rules or regulations?! HUH, dumb ass?! Did Oblivion just say that! Wait, what was that?![/color]
~._-*Oblivion looks around.*-_.~
Oblivion: That sound? That sounds... sounds like a light bulb clicking on. Is it that you finally understanding the trouble you are in! You are stepping into organized bloodshed! An authorized execution! Eliminate the weak! Oblivion is going to do just enough to get almost disqualified, but pull back just a little! You will scream, you will yell! Oblivion will even give you an opportunity to pray to your useless God! If God existed, you wouldn't be drowning in you own misery! You should be kneeling before your WCF Television Champion and asking the Dark One for forgiveness for all of your dumb-ass blunderous transgressions! Oblivion is the only one that can salvage your soul! You will know that Oblivion is your one TRUE God. You stare into your miserable future, you will stare into the eyes of Oblivion, as you gasp for every breath. Bleed out or get choked out, it's your choice! But, personally, Oblivion prefers you to just.... CHOKE.... ON.... THAT!!![/color]
~._-*Oblivion's Vixens and Gathering surround Oblivion. All of them shriek out....*-_.~
Vixens/Gathering: BI-ITCHE-E-EE-ESS-S-S-SS-S!![/color]
Oblivion: Shane Borderland it's about time you get put down and put you out of your misery. Have a nice weekend. It will be your last.....[/color]
~._-*Oblivion puts down the camera and just like savages The Gathering zooms in on the camera.*-_.~
.-[Camera fades to black]-.
Person #1: What's wrong buddy? Hank, did you lose something? You look like your trying to find something.[/color]
Hank Brown: No, it's not something. It's more like someone.[/color]
Person #1: Who are you looking for?[/color]
Hank Brown: I'm looking for that cameraman, Davey. We are supposed to go out and do this shoot with Oblivion, but where is Davey?[/color]
Person #1: I haven't seen him.[/color]
~._-*A second person walks past and says...*-_.~
Person #2: Who are you looking for?[/color]
Person #1: Davey, the new camera guy. Have you seen him?[/color]
Person #2: Don't know this Davey. But, I saw someone, earlier, leaving here with a camera and taking off with the van.[/color]
Person #1: Was it the guy that looks like Mikey off of American Chopper, but a little thinner? [/color]
Hank Brown(confused): Wait! Um, huh? Wait... what? I AM kinda hungry. Wait... what? Who is Mikey and what is American Chopper?[/color]
~._-*The other two people just shake their heads in total disbelief.*-_.~
Hank Brown: Oh-h-h! Nevermind. <shakes head> You mean Davey. Yea, he's around 5' 10" and weighs maybe around 220 pounds. Curly light brown hair and has some stubble.[/color]
Person #2: Yea! That's who I seen leaving here, with the camera and van.[/color]
~._-*Davey has temporarily gone rogue, as Hank Brown does not know EXACTLY where his cameraman has gone to. Hank is worried that he might be going towards Oblivion.*-_.~
Hank Brown: We WERE supposed to go and interview Oblivion.[/color]
Person #2: OBLIVION?!?![/color]
Hank Brown: Yes![/color]
Person #2: That crazy sum bitch!?[/color]
Hank Brown: Yea! What's the problem?![/color]
Person #2: Really, Hank Brown?! Really?![/color]
Hank Brown: Yea! I don't see what the problem is?![/color]
Person #2: Really, Hank Brown?! You don't see any problems here?![/color]
Hank Brown: No, not really.[/color]
Person #2: OH MY F*CKIN' GOD!!![/color]
Person #1: DUDE!![/color]
Person #2: Don't dude me! There is a newbie out there racing to an interview, that Oblivion is expecting both Hank and his cameraman. We don't know how that massive nut job is gonna react when he sees this new guy, without Hank Brown. That thing, that creature is absolutely nuts.[/color]
Hank Brown: What's the problem? Oblivion has always been cool with me and remember, Davey was with him when Oblivion wrestled as Oceb Aughion.[/color]
Person #2: I don't know, I still have a bad feeling about this! Oblivion is stronger and meaner! He's psychotic and doesn't care who IT hurts or maybe kill, just to get what he... er IT wants!! I just don't want to hear on the news, about some cameraman who has been ripped apart and sliced open with all his entrails spread out about, as he hangs by his own colon wrapped around his throat.[/color]
Person #1: Good God, dude!![/color]
God: Yes?[/color]
~._-*Everyone looks around the room, to see where that voice came from. But, after a few seconds, everyone lost interest and continued talking.*-_.~
Hank Brown: I'll call him on his cell..[/color]
Person #1: Good idea.[/color]
~._-*While calling Davey, Hank all of a sudden has this weird look come across his face.*-_.~
Hank Brown: Strange, it went straight into voice mail.[/color]
Person #2: That's not good, dude! That's not good! ¡Dios mío! Por favor, protegerlo![/color]
Hank Brown: Huh? Why is that not good news?[/color]
Person #2: If he's not answering his phone, Oblivion got to him already! It might be doing something really... really bad to him! Oblivion has him already crucified, as he is carving him up with a blowtorch. His charred flesh falling off the bones and plopping down to the floor![/color]
~._-*Hank's face just turned pale white and has both of his hands are over his mouth. The horror, that the legendary reporter is feeling is indescribable. The visuals cannot escape the mind of Hank Brown, as he is practically freaking out. *-_.~
Hank Brown:Oh... my God!! Oh my God!! OH MY GOD!! Davey is as good as dead, as we speak. Why are we just standing around here?![/color]
~._-*The one stranger was trying to convince Hank that Davey might be getting hurt, by Oblivion, because he was by himself and not with Hank. But, out of nowhere, the other guy runs over to the second fella and socks him right in the upper arm.*-_.~
Person #1:Dude!! Shut up! Look at Hank.[/color]
~._-*Hank's facial expression hasn't changed, as if he already knew Davey's fate.*-_.~
Person #2: Hank, buddy, I'm sure Davey will be just fine.[/color]
Person #1: Yea, Hank! Remember, he was with Oblivion when he was Oceb Aughion. So, maybe Oblivion will remember him.[/color]
~._-*Both gentlemen look not convinced, as they look at each other. Person #2 whispers to Person #1.*-_.~
Person #2[/color](whispers): That Davey is gonna end up as dog food, by the time anyone finds him. Oblivion is gonna just kill that boy. I know it and you know it and down deep, Hank knows it too! Maybe Oblivion is just warming up for Night of Champions.
Hank Brown: Oh I hope you guys are right, about him being safe. I just wish he came and got me. I know I cannot do much. But, if there are two people, maybe Oblivion would control his insatiable appetite for blood. But, he will be by himself. God, we hope you watch over him.[/color]
~._-*The two other gentlemen just look at each other, with doubt in their eyes. Only if they knew what truly is actually happening, right now.*-_.~
Hank Brown: I hope he's okay.[/color]
~._-*At that exact moment....*-_.~
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~._-*Davey is driving the white WCF van, fast, with his head bobbing. He screams out loud, as he tries to sing along...*-_.~
Davey(shouting): Should I be feelin' bad? No!! Should I be feelin good? No!! Its kinda sad I'm the laughin' stock of the neighborhood! You would think that I'd be movin' on. But I'm a sucker like I said f*cked up in the head.... NOT!! Maybe she just made a mistake, I should give her a break. My heart will ache either way. Hey, what the hell! Watcha want me to say, I won't lie that I cant deny.[/color]
~._-*Davey thrashes around, behind the wheel. Passing vehicles are driving past and giving Davey the strangest looks. Davey just smiles and waves. Poor, dumb bastard. Only if he knew. Truly knew what he was racing towards. This WILL be day he will never EVER forget.*-_.~
Davey(shouting): I did it all for the nookie c'mon! The nookie c'mon! So you can take that cookie and stick it up your, yeah! Stick it up your, yeah!! Stick it up your, yeah!![/color]
~._-*At that exact moment, while Davey was singing, his phone started to buzz and vibrate. Davey turns down the radio and answers the phone.*-_.~
Davey: Hello?[/color]
Hank Brown: WHERE IN THE HELL ARE YOU?![/color]
Davey: What the Hell?![/color]
Hank Brown: We have been worried sick about you![/color]
Davey: Who is we?[/color]
Hank Brown: Myself and these two other gentlemen.[/color]
~._-*Hank looks at the two guys.*-_.~
Person #1: Adam![/color]
Person #2: Carlos.[/color]
Davey: Hank, I'll be fine.[/color]
Hank Brown: You shouldn't be doing this by yourself![/color]
Davey: Hank, I'll be fine. Remember, I was Oceb Aughion's cameraman. Oblivion will remember me. Don't have any worries. I'm a big boy. I can handle this![/color]
Hank Brown: You only knew him as Oceb Aughion. Oblivion is a completely different kind of psycho. He will pull out your colon out from down your throat and stick it back up your bum and swing you around until you hemorrhage and/or bleed to death. Then he would probably eat what was left of your body. Oh God....[/color]
God: Yes?[/color]
Davey: Who was that?![/color]
Hank Brown: Nothing. So, you kid, you be careful! Oblivion does not think like you and I. He is not capable of human emotions. He is a master manipulator. Just be careful. Good luck. Next time, make sure you tell me when you are gonna leave, alright?[/color]
Davey:Yea-yea, whatever. I appreciate the pep-talk. I will be careful. Let ya know what happened when I get back. See ya.[/color]
Hank Brown: Bye.[/color]
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~._-*Davey had received a text from someone telling him the location of Oblivion. That is where Davey is going, like a bat out of Hell. Davey zooms in and out of traffic, not caring for his own or anyone else well being. Is Davey rushing towards what Carlos and Hank accidentally prophesied?*-_.~
-[46 minutes Later]-
~._-*Davey drives to where Oblivion was supposed to be at, but all Davey sees is a run down shack. It's a small house, with some parts, of the roof, falling off. The house doesn't look like it has electricity or even running water. But, that's the address Davey was given, so he is here to hear what Oblivion has to say. Davey stops and parks the van. He exits the van and a huge cloud of smoke exits the van. Davey speaks to himself.*-_.~
Davey: I hope they don't "test" in WCF. I hope this doesn't bite me in the ass. Maybe I should of waited after talking to Oblivion. Maybe getting stoned before meeting up with a madman, is not such a good idea. Especially, when that madman is Oblivion. Hell, who knows, he might just hack me up<snickers> and have me in tiny itsy bitsy <snickers> little <snickers> pieces.[/color]
~._-*Davey is so trashed, he spent some time looking for Connector City, Virginia. But, right now, Davey is trying to get his act together, enough where he could try and interview Oblivion. Davey is standing outside the house, in which the front door is wide open, with no lights on, in the house. Davey looks around and says...*-_.~
Davey: Hello?[/color]
~._-*As Davey steps up to the porch-like area, something drips onto Davey's right shoulder.*-_.~
Davey: AHH-H-H!![/color]
~._-*The drip wasn't cold, as expected, but it was warm. With lots of reservation and hesitation, Davey looks down on what dripped on his shoulder. Slowly, Davey puts his left hand on the substance and slowly looks up....*-_.~
Davey: Oh-h-h-h my-y-y GO-O-O-OD![/color]
~._-*Staring down at Davey, with a strand of drool, hanging from it's lips, is a member of The Gathering. The little creepy creature scurries away, from the top of the broken down house. Davey, with a grossed out look, on his face, he takes a cloth from his back pocket and wipes off his shoulder. Then, with hesitation, Davey pauses. He looks into the darkness, the void of light. The outside area is slightly chilly, but the aura from inside the decrepit and deteriorated house is much much colder than the air, outside the house. Davey looks at his arm, he has developed 'goosebumps', as the hairs, on his arms, has stood up. Davey rubs the back of his neck, as he gulps down a mouthful of saliva. The nervous look across his face expresses how scared to death, Davey truly is. His facial expression could be an indicator of things to come. *-_.~
Davey: Hello? [/color]
Oblivion: Don't just stand there. Why don't you.... <voice deepens and slows down> WALK... RIGHT... IN.[/color]
~._-*Davey is scared to death. He is shaking, to the point that there is noise, from the camera, from it shaking. Davey takes a deep breath and slowly walks into the cold darkness. Inside the broken down house, is basically what you saw, from the outside. A condemned dwelling. The walls have been broken down, as several pieces of the dry wall are missing, as if someone took a sledgehammer and slammed into the walls. Some of the broken pieces of drywall, are on the splintered wooden floor. Across, from the door, sitting on IT's throne, is The Dark One, the WCF Television Champion, Oblivion. IT is sitting there, with a miserable expression, across IT's masked face. Both arms of Oblivion are placed on the arm rests, of the throne. The Gathering are scattered through out the house. There are sounds of flesh being ripped, as screams from vermin, rats and mice are being heard. Voluptuous and extremely sexual women are lying near the feet, of their God, Oblivion. They are caressing themselves and licking their lips towards Davey. Oblivion has IT's head down, making un-human sounds. Oblivion slowly raises IT's head when he heard Davey walking closer to him. Davey has a strange look across his face, as if he knew he should just turn around and run the Hell out of there. But, there is something that is preventing him to leave. His legs feel paralyzed. Davey wants to leave, but he can't. There is no returning back now. There is no escape. The scared, nervous, and alone cameraman looks around, at the broken down house. Oblivion just stares into the eyes of the cameraman.*-_.~
Oblivion: Where is Hank Brown?[/color]
Davey: Um.... He... um.... [/color]
Oblivion: What is it, boy? Where is Hank?[/color]
Davey: Um...[/color]
Oblivion: What is your name?.[/color]
~._-*Oblivion looks at Davey and looks as if he is waiting for an answer.*-_.~
Davey: Um... my name is Davey.[/color]
Oblivion: Girls, go see if you can make Davey feel more comfortable....[/color]
~._-*The girls, although very beautiful and sexy, has this dangerous vibe to them. The one woman that was straddling Oblivion, gets off from Oblivion and proceeds to walk towards Davey. Before she got more than an arm's length away from Oblivion, The Dark One smacks the half covered rear-end of the young lady. With every step, her chest bounces slightly. Her eyes are locked in onto Davey's eyes. The cameraman can't control himself. He seems to be in a trance. That poor bastard has NO idea, what he is in for. The woman walks up and grabs Davey, by the back of his head. He digs her nails into his hair and begins to yank down, as she begin to lick his neck and grab his man package. She moans out loud, as she begins to caress her right breast. As they stand, she takes her left leg and wraps it around the body of Davey. Other sexual craved women begin to approach Davey, but instead of pleasuring him or themselves, they just take away the camera. Davey is dazed and flustered by this gorgeous woman who is paying attention to him. No other woman would ever take time to get this close to him, but Davey didn't care. In fact, he didn't care about the assignment that he and Hank were supposed to do together. The lovely girls take the camera back to their God, their provider, Oblivion. The Television Champion looks over the camera, then says...*-_.~
Oblivion: So, Davey. Why did you arrive here, without Hank Brown?[/color]
~._-*There is no response, from Davey, as he continues to play tonsil hockey with the young woman. The woman now has both legs wrapped around Davey, as she is grinding on him and begins to moan out, loudly. Davey has no interest in Oblivion. All of his attention and energy is now with this young woman. The electricity and energy is purely sexual and dynamic. The other young women are enraptured, as they watch Davey and the young woman experience their carnal, animal-like behaviors. Oblivion watches his young Vixen take over Davey's mind, body and soul. With screams of pleasure rattling the old house, from not only Davey and the young woman, but from the other Vixens watching. Oblivion claps his hands and whistles. The young woman that was enthralled into Davey, unrolled her eyes and flips her long hair back. She comes out of whatever trance she allowed herself to be in. She purrs, as she kisses Davey one last time, as she nibbles on his bottom lip. She adjusts her skirt and pulls back up her t-back, she strokes Davey's face with the back of her hand. She walks away, with a light swagger and a real relaxed look across her face. Davey just stands there with a real goofy grin across his face. That's when Davey realizes he feels a cold breeze. He looks down and realizes his pants are down to his feet and his boxers are down to his knees. All of his "business" was out for everyone to see. Davey has a real confused look across his face.*-_.~
Oblivion: So, Davey. I'll ask you ONE last time.[/color]
~._-*Davey pulls up his jeans and boxers. The aggression, in the room, rises. Davey's already accelerated pulse, is going to make his heart explode with all the aggression ready to thrown at him, by Oblivion.*-_.~
Oblivion: Why would Hank Brown allow someone, that is so-o-o green come to see Oblivion, all by his lonesome?[/color]
Davey: Um.... Hank didn't know I was coming here, without him. Well, he probably does now.[/color]
Oblivion: Well, that's a damn shame....[/color]
~._-*What Davey didn't notice, he no longer had his wallet or phone on his person. Davey didn't notice, as he was conversing with Oblivion, he was now being stalked by the women he was admiring. Davey's vision was totally on Oblivion and he doesn't see the Vixens surrounding him. Their eyes look red and they seem to be making hissing sounds.*-_.~
Oblivion: Yes, my lovelies it's time to feast.[/color]
Davey: Feast?![/color]
~._-*Davey gets swarmed by the dozen women, who are now attacking him. Davey begins to scream, as they begin to rip off his clothing. Each one begin to scratch and claw at Davey. They begin to pick up Davey. With their gleaming red eyes, their wicked smiles are enough to warm up the dead cold heart of the body of Stephan Johnson. Davey gets carried off into the darkness. Davey screams out.*-_.~
Davey: NO-O-O-O!! GOD HELP ME-E-E-E![/color]
~._-*The young woman that pleasured Davey, jumps down from off of Oblivion's lap and runs over to Davey. The cameraman sees her and begins to smile. With an almost emotion of relief, Davey was glad to see her. Now, maybe she can explain about this insanity. The young woman just looks at Davey, smiles at him and says.....*-_.~
The young woman: GOD CANNOT SAVE YOU NOW![/color]
~._-*Davey looks at the young woman with a shocked expression. The cameraman just closed his eyes, as a small tear streamed down his face, as he just experienced heartbreak. The tear falls. A small puff cloud from the dirt rises, when the tear falls and lands onto the dirty floor. The group of young women carry off Davey. Oblivion looks into the camera.*-_.~
Oblivion: Shane Borderland! You want this championship?! You are gonna have to kill Oblivion first! With your scrawny puppy-dog physique compared to Oblivion's monstrous muscular body, you don't have a chance! When you step into the ring, with The Dark One, how can you guarantee that you will walk out with IT's championship?! Better yet, what makes you think that you will be able to walk out, at all, out of Night of Champions?! Expect a night of pain! You must be really that stupid! If you are not taking me serious yet! You know of my abilities, of my power. But, still your arrogance amazes Oblivion. All you DO have, is your pitiful and wishful thinking. You think that The Dark One gives a flying sh*t about rules, regulations, or even laws?![/color]
~._-*Oblivion pulls the camera closer and says....*-_.~
Oblivion: F*CK THAT NOISE!! What is anyone gonna do?! Oblivion does what IT wants! The champion walks where IT wants!! If Oblivion feels like tying you up in the ropes and bash your stupid little bad-boy wanna be face in, then guess what? That's right, Oblivion WILL bash your skull in!! Putting your miserable existence to a rest! Actually, the only thing and Oblivion repeats the ONLY thing that is keeping you alive, inside that ring, is Oblivion enjoys being champion and this Television Championship is just the beginning. The Dark One enjoys success and is willing to do whatever it takes to win! ANYTHING!! Are you willing to walk to the edge of Hell with me, Shane?! I know there are some here, in WCF that are willing to. But, do you have the grapefruits, the balls to hang with The Dark One at the edge of insanity?!? You may say yes, now. But, when the pain commences, you will definitely be thinking differently! What is your pain tolerance, Shane? Oblivion knows your bark is more like a whimper.[/color]
~._-*That's when a couple of beauties walk in with a box of matches and a waste basket. Oblivion hands the camera to one of his Vixens, as he lights a match. The flame is bright and large. Oblivion begins to stick IT's hand over the flame. The smell of skin scorching is overwhelming. you can hear the sound of skin being burned. The match burns out and without a twitch of pain, an unphased Oblivion looks back into the camera.*-_.~
Oblivion: Knowing what you are about, you might have though that as lame. That IS my pain tolerance! What about this?[/color]
~._-*Oblivion shows the camera, IT's burned left palm. The hand is bleeding and severely burned. Oblivion shows his hand to one of his Vixens , that is standing next the one who is holding the camera. she walks over and begins to lick the wound.*-_.~
Oblivion: You see, Shane, Oblivion knows that demonstration was quite juvenile. But IT wants you to know that Oblivion is not scared of pain. In fact, Oblivion enjoys pain. IT finds pleasure, great pleasure out of pain! IT is willing to put Oblivion's body through Hell and back, are you willing to go through Hell back?! You may think this is all just talk. You are wrong, boy!! We are not just talking! This is REAL!! You could get hurt bad!! REAL BAD!! But, when you step into the ring with Oblivion, no one can guarantee your personal safety! NO ONE CAN! You step inside the ring, no one can help you, you are on your own!! You will have a hard time breathing. Your knees will shake. You will be face to face with a monster, an animal, WCF's residential Boogeyman!! You think the referee will save you?! You will be completely alone!! So, think of that, when you struggle to think of a response!
Because, everyone knows thinking is not one of your strong points, Shane! So, train like a good boy. Make sure that skin is real healthy. My Vixens enjoy nice healthy skin. Knowing that you are somewhat of a athlete and keeping a healthy lifestyle, so I know your organs will be healthy. Oblivion doesn't want to feed IT's Gathering with unsavory organs. You think, Oblivion is kidding! You must be not paying attention! Didn't Oblivion just tell you ,IT doesn't care for any rules or regulations?! HUH, dumb ass?! Did Oblivion just say that! Wait, what was that?![/color]
~._-*Oblivion looks around.*-_.~
Oblivion: That sound? That sounds... sounds like a light bulb clicking on. Is it that you finally understanding the trouble you are in! You are stepping into organized bloodshed! An authorized execution! Eliminate the weak! Oblivion is going to do just enough to get almost disqualified, but pull back just a little! You will scream, you will yell! Oblivion will even give you an opportunity to pray to your useless God! If God existed, you wouldn't be drowning in you own misery! You should be kneeling before your WCF Television Champion and asking the Dark One for forgiveness for all of your dumb-ass blunderous transgressions! Oblivion is the only one that can salvage your soul! You will know that Oblivion is your one TRUE God. You stare into your miserable future, you will stare into the eyes of Oblivion, as you gasp for every breath. Bleed out or get choked out, it's your choice! But, personally, Oblivion prefers you to just.... CHOKE.... ON.... THAT!!![/color]
~._-*Oblivion's Vixens and Gathering surround Oblivion. All of them shriek out....*-_.~
Vixens/Gathering: BI-ITCHE-E-EE-ESS-S-S-SS-S!![/color]
Oblivion: Shane Borderland it's about time you get put down and put you out of your misery. Have a nice weekend. It will be your last.....[/color]
~._-*Oblivion puts down the camera and just like savages The Gathering zooms in on the camera.*-_.~
.-[Camera fades to black]-.
