The Battle of the Royals.

[Oblivion]

....*Prelude*....

~._-*Several running footsteps are heard. The electricity has been disconnected, in the building. But, there are several beams of light coming from flashlights that are attached to high powered rifles. There are seven of them. One in front, then two behind the one. Behind the two are three. All six are in some kind of triangle formation, each one moving their rifles in different directions. There is one person, dressed like the rest, in full black light to moderate bullet proof armor, that is standing behind the rest, barking out orders. He is the commanding officer.*-_.~

Commanding officer: Search the room. Every corner. That monster should still be here. We have verification that Oblivion was here. Search and SEARCH EVERYWHERE!! That beast shouldn't have gone far. If not here. Search for clues.

~._-*The room has been searched... THEY FOUND NOTHING.*-_.~

Team leader: Sir, he isn't here. Room is clear.

Commanding Officer: As you were sergeant.

~._-*The sergeant snapped a salute and the C.O. responded. The team leader went back to his squad. The C.O. just stood there looking around. What the seven didn't know, they were being watched. Without any of their knowledge there is a recording device, a small red light flashing, in a small crack, near the ceiling. Those who are watching the small military faction, is now 564 miles southeast in Topeka, Kansas. A camera view of someone watching a small handheld device, changes and a side profile, of the observing person, smiles. The commanding officer barks one last order.*-_.~

Commanding Officer: All right, fall in. We have the coordinates of where Oblivion is at.

~._-*In complete unison, all six proceed to quickly move. Their search ended in as incomplete, as this supposed elite military group missed one thing.... A stream of a laser, used as a "trip wire". As the six cross the path of this laser trip wire, their Commanding Officer spots the laser.*-_.~

Commanding Officer: EVERYONE... WATCH OU-OU-OUT!! GET DOW-OW-OWN!!

BOO-OO-OOMM-M-M!!!

Oblivion: Excellent!

Scene I: The Monster contemplates the truth in reality

~._-*The Monster sits back in IT's leather desk chair, smiling as he watches a room, full of military personnel, go up in smoke.*-_.~

Oblivion: When someone thinks they have Oblivion between a rock and a hard place, The Monster is always one step ahead. Just like this Sunday at Slam. The God of Hardcore has himself in a battle royal with five other meatsacks. With the regime of Sarah Twilight, any match will be fought with no disqualifications. But, this IS a battle royal, so anything goes anyways. Jorge Diaz, hasn't been here long and he is already talking mad shit towards Oblivion. Is this guy stupid or what?! Has anyone explained to this moron there are several things in life you NEVER do. You don't piss in the wind. You don't play with fire. You don't cross the street without looking both ways, first and most importantly YOU NEVER EVER PISS OFF THE MONSTER OBLIVION!! Why do you think Oblivion is called The Monster?!

Diaz, you think you can keep talking complete idiotic nonsense without any kind of repercussions?! WCF, we have a pest problems. These newbies, these newcomers coming into our company and think they have any rights talking to us veterans like that. In this Battle Royale, we have two newcomers... Jorge Diaz and Jon Michaels. You see you two, you're new and don't understand. You should understand that Oblivion, is not like the other knuckle dragging sloped brow drooling braindead humanoids that are inside our match. I have teamed up with D-Day and bled with Donald Deruty. We have made each other bleed many times over. In The Monster's four years here, D-Day HAS to be in IT's Top 5 personal rivalries.

So, we move on to Doc Henry. We had a brief partnership and IT also has been in some brutal matches with ol' Doc. Doc is a crafty veteran, you think Oblivion is bad and nasty, Diaz and Michaels you'll have to tend with him as well. You two newbies have four WCF veterans staring right at you!! This match won't be for the faint of heart...

~._-*The Monster looks down at the monitor and sees the smoke is clearing in the room, where the military invaded, looking for Oblivion. As it clears, right at the blinking red light, indicating a recording device, the face of the commanding officer pops up and looks right into the small camera. The Army(Special Forces) Captain flashes a badge.*-_.~

Commanding Officer: Captain Albert M. Newkirk Green Beret. Oblivion, you are top priority. We might not have gotten to you now, but we will catch you. YOU UNDERSTAND ME, BOY!! WE... WILL GET... YOU!! Someone very important is looking for you and hired us to track you down. Stephan, you need to go back to The Facility. It doesn't matter if you ARE taking you medications. You still need to report to The Facility!!

~._-*Captain Newkirk stumbles back, while grabbing his head. Newkirk screams out in pain. The Captain stands still and looks back into the camera. His eyes are smokey white.*-_.~

Captain Albert M. Newkirk: O-O-OBLIVIO-O-O-ONN-N!! THE DARKNESS IS NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!! YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN NEVER HIDE!! You will NEVER escape The Darkness!!

~._-*The Captain stumbles around, before spinning around and collapsing down to the ground. Oblivion just smiles.*-_.~

Oblivion: Plain and simple fellas. It's real easy, even Jorge Diaz can figure this out. This Battle Royal is fitted perfectly for The Monster. NO-DQ and IT gets to beat the holy hell out of you five!! No special story telling here. Just a good old fashion ass whoopin'!! What IS important is Jorge Diaz and Jon Michaels realize the gravity of this situation. D-Day, Doc Henry and even Tek does. I AM THE HEAVENS AND I AM HELL!! I AM THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA!! I AM THE BEGINNING AND I AM YOUR END!! I AM.... OBLIVION!!! THE GOD OF INSANITY!! This Sunday, on Slam, all five of you will understand why I am THE GOD OF HARDCORE!! All five of you will be tossed over the top rope and land in a heap of complete nothingness. The Monster will be standing, in the middle of the ring, with IT's arm raised in the air.... VICTORIOUS!! Now, if you don't mind....

~._-*The Monster looks down at the monitor. Captain Newkirk struggles to stand, but holds up a single piece of paper that says... OBLIVION, YOUR ASS BELONG TO THE FACILITY!! Oblivion looks back down at the camera...*-_.~

Oblivion: Tek, Michaels, Henry, D-Day, and Diaz... THIS SUNDAY AT SLAM, YOUR SOULS WILL BELONG TO THE MONSTER...

~._-*Oblivion's eyes roll back as The Monster grabs the camera, beofre pushing it away. The scene slowly fades out.*-_.~