Walking into Denver blind....

[Oblivion]

~._-*The visuals before You are actually quite simple... dark, cold, and wet. Surroundings looking similar to the dark ages, stuck inside a dungeon. Stoned walls with multiple thick black chains and wrist harnesses attached to the walls. Blood splatter on random spots on the walls. There are puddles of blood on the hard cold stoned ground. Pools of random red goo with chunks of God knows what is in the center of it. Maggots are wiggling in and out of the red chunks. Flies are hovering over the foul smelling, rotting red tidbits. With no actual other opening to the dungeon like room, except for the one, You entered in, it looks as if you are trapped inside. Trapped like a proverbial rat. There is no feasible reason for the cold, death like frigid breeze passing through your flesh. The only explanation that could be, is that it might be your fear making this odd and creepy ordeal, a true reality. That it might NOT be your imagination running away from you. With a few torches with flickering fire, due to the frigid breeze, on the walls, the light from the camera, is the only light source.

With the idea of You being at the wrong place, at the wrong time racing through your mind, your heart proceeds to pound out of your chest. You occasionally slosh through the mysterious fluids. You come across red streaks of words across, on the walls.*-_.~

THE TYRANNY OF SARAH TWILIGHT MUST END...

~._-*You continue to walk semi-blind into an unknown room. with any warning. Without any expectations, something grabs You from behind...*-_.~

A voice: SHIT!!! OH SHIT!! NO-O-O-O!!

~._-*Your heart is now pounding so hard, it is difficult to breath or even talk properly. You slowly turn around... You hear yourself scream out. Then You hear this horrific voice.*-_.~

A voice: NO-O-O-O!!

Oblivion: MAY I HELP YOU?! MWA-HA-HA-HA... TO DI-I-IE?!?

~._-*You can't move. You are paralyzed with fear. With every fiber in your being, terrified to death. The Monster slowly slithers around you, breathing in your essence. Smiling while IT does it.

Oblivion: That bitch Sarah Twilight thinks she's pretty smart. Giving out the impression that she is trying to be this tyrannical bitch, what everyone thinks she is ANYWAYS!! Trying to rule with an iron fist!! Trying to keep everyone off balance! But, what she doesn't know is that... SHE CANNOT KEEP THE MONSTER DOWN. NO MATTER HOW HARD SHE TRIES!! Within her own self-delusion, that bitch actual thought it would be a <sarcasm> great idea <end sarcasm> to not put out a match schedule. Put out random matches. It doesn't matter what that wretched shrew puts out in front of The Monster, Oblivion will be victorious!! It doesn't matter if it's Marco Valintine, Jason Weslow, Caleb Fourchon to Diablo Calzone, John Gable and even Zombie McMorris. Shit, all the way from Jay Price, Bobby Cairo, and Logan, they all can be victims to The Monster Oblivion. So, do your worst bitch!! IT DOESN'T FUCKING MATTER!! That SEMINIFRIOUS TUBLOIDAL BUTTNOID thinks she can control Oblivion?! Well, that zephyrnephrial vaginal canker sore can just.... KISS IT'S ASS!! WCF... WATCH YOUR ASSES!! Oblivion is gonna be on a rampage. By the way "You"... WATCH YOUR ASS!!

~._-*You get snatched and carried away. The camera is dropped. You disappear in the shadows, with gurgling screams slowly dying out. Complete dead silence. Oblivion picks up the camera. the shaky view show the hideous masked face of the Monster...*-_.~

Oblivion: WCF... IT DOESN'T MATTER WHO YOU ARE THAT FACES OBLIVION, IT'S SUPERIOR WRESTLING ABILITY AND NATURAL HARDCORE SKILL WILL BE A LETHAL COMBINATION TO ANYONE THAT STANDS ACROSS THE RING WITH THE MONSTER OBLIVION!! SEE YOU BITCHES... IN THE RING!!

~._-*The camera is dropped. The scene flickers a little bit, as the camera quickly spins around. The scene fades out as the camera flickers into a slow static...*-_.~