Post by Oblivion on Dec 7, 2013 3:23:14 GMT -5
~._-*Silence is your companion. The cold air blankets you. Goosebumps begin to cover your pasty white skin. Gaze above, you can see millions of glittering white stars. You look around. You can hardly see a damn thing. The one thing that sticks out are three red blinking lights, scattered in what would seem random spots.*-_.~
click.... *static* Voice: Position one established. *static* ....click
click.... *static* Voice #2: Position two established. *static* ....click
click.... *static* Voice #3: Position three established. *static* ....click
click.... *static* Voice: Number four... perimeter clear? *static* ....click
~._-*A pair of high powered binoculars scan the surrounding area.*-_.~
click.... *static* Voice: Number four? *static* ....click
~._-*The binoculars scan the surrounding area in the opposite direction.*-_.~
click.... *static* Voice: Number four? Come in number four!! *static* ....click
click.... *static* Voice #4: Surrounding area clear. Ready for incoming transport. *static* ....click
~._-*Sounds of whirring helicopter blades interrupt a peaceful night. Dirt, on the ground, blows up into the air as the helicopter gets closer. Four long metal chains are seen, hanging below the helicopter.. Hanging below the helicopter, attached to the four hanging chains is a large crate. There are several large holes in the crate. The word FRAGILE is placed several times, on the crate. You hear several stomping feet come from out of nowhere...*-_.~
Quazi-Military: HUP! HUP!! HUP!! HUP!! HUP!! HUP!! HUP!!
~._-*As the crate is lowered, fully automatic rifles are drawn.*-_.~
click.... *static* Voice: EASY! EASY!! GET RIFLES READY! STEADY!! OPEN CRATE!! *static* ....click
~._-*With rifles drawn, the pseudo military keeps a keen eye on the crate. The crate is being slowly lowered down to the ground.*-_.~
THUD!!
~._-*The crate is dropped on the clifftop. The quazi-military troops have their weapons drawn. But, the pseudo military has a couple of expert riflemen with .300 sniper rifles around 250 yards away.*-_.~
click.... *static* Voice: If shit goes down, I want you two to be ready!! *static* ....click
click.... *static* Sniper #1: ROGER THAT!! *static* ....click
click.... *static* Sniper #2: ROGER THAT!! *static* ....click
~._-*Orders are barked. Several "military trained S.W.A.T" personnel are trotting over to the crate. All three quickly look inside the crate. After giving each other hand signs to determine what they are going to do next, all three prop open the crate. The clicking of rifles are heard as everyone has their rifles ready. Those three brave, slowly walk back, with their rifles pointing at an open crate.*-_.~
click.... *static* Voice: Everyone ready!! He's walking out!!
CLANG-CLANG-CLANG!!
~._-*Slowly. Step by step. Inch by frustrating inch, The Monster Oblivion slowly shuffles out. Shackled with thick chains by the feet and by the hands, Oblivion has a modified mask on. IT's face is painted with two inch wide alternating silver and blue paint stripes. Oblivion is wearing rags, exposing the scarred super muscular upper body. As Oblivion walks out from the giant crate, The Monster looks ready to pounce on anything or anyone, to devour, maim, or even kill.*-_.~
click.... *static* Voice #2: I cannot believe we got him!! *static* ....click
click.... *static* Voice #4: Me neither. The important thing is that we DO have him!! Now, the fun part begins. *static* ....click
(TWO DAYS AGO)
~._-*Oblivion is running down a dirt road. Training for the upcoming triple threat Hardcore Championship match on Slam, Sunday night at The MGM Grand Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada. Down this dirt road in rural Florida, traffic is hardly a problem. That is why Oblivion chose this location to run. Winning the Hardcore Championship five times, plus one time as Ace Slaughter, then you HAVE to consider that controversial victory over Roy Speede. But, it looks like if you cry enough and/or complain hard enough it is possible to have victories snatched away from anyone in the WCF. So, with the possibility of a six time Hardcore Title reign or an eight time title reign, depending on what side, of the line you are on, is in the balance on Sunday night.
The Monster keeps looking back. Seeing nothing. Bouncing around in Oblivion's head is the fact that no one actually has any faith in The Monster in recapturing the Hardcore Championship. But, why should the blood thirsty Monster give a flying fuck what the Meatsacks say or don't say. The medications have been kicking in for awhile now and now Stephan Johnson's influence has been apparent more than ever. Oblivion has been very successful controlling the body. Stephan Johnson does not know when the perfect time to take back the body should be. Oblivion stops running abruptly, grabbing IT's head...*-_.~
Mechanical voice: Phase One... ... ... ACTIVATED. PENETRATE SUBJECT'S SUBCONSCIOUS MIND!! TEN... NINE... EIGHT!!
Mechanical voice: Status Code 200.... REQUESTING RESPONSE!! SEVEN.... SIX!!!
Mechanical voice: Status Code 201.... REQUEST FULFILLED... CREATING INFORMATION!! FIVE... FOUR!!!
Mechanical voice: Status Code 202.... PROCESSING INFORMATION!! THREE... TWO!!!
Mechanical voice: Status Code 203.... INFORMATION INPUT!! ONE... ONE... ONE...
~._-*You are surrounded by a familiar warm white light. You know that this white light is good, as you feel complacent and relaxed inside this bright white light. But, an uncomfortable feeling comes over You. As You become numb, serene relaxation You begin to count out loud....*-_.~
Voice: THREE!!
~._-*Slowly floating, with no pain, with no worries at all...*-_.~
Voice: TWO!!
~._-*Feeling at ease, with no mental anguish...*-_.~
Voice: ONE.... ONe... One... one... On... ne.... e......
~._-*Slowly floating, with no pain, with no worries at all. You slowly fall into the subconscious of Stephan Johnson. You observe carefully. There are no hints, no sights of the Darkness Dwellers or any sight of The Darkness itself. The location of where Stephan Johnson was held, against his will still has a worn down indication. With no more altercations or problems inside the subconscious of Stephan Johnson... The Monster opens up IT's eyes.*-_.~
A car driver: WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?!?! WHAT THE FUCK?!?! WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME?!?
~._-*The eyes of Oblivion have rolled back, with a look of a white film across IT's eyes. The Monster is pummeling an innocent bystander, in the middle of the street. The driver of said automobile has his car driver's side door still open...*-_.~
Car: YOUR DRIVER'S SIDE DOOR IS AJAR!! YOUR DRIVER'S SIDE DOOR IS AJAR!!
~._-*In the middle of the pummeling, which had been going on for 5 minutes, maybe 8 minutes... tops, a police cruiser pulls up. The police quickly hops out of the car and bolts over to Oblivion.*-_.~
Car: YOUR DRIVER'S SIDE DOOR IS AJAR!! YOUR DRIVER'S SIDE DOOR IS AJAR!! YOUR DRIVER'S SIDE DOOR IS AJAR!!
~._-*The police officer approaches The Monster and places his right hand of Oblivion's right shoulder...*-_.~
WHAM-SNATCH!!
Car: YOUR DRIVER'S SIDE DOOR IS AJAR!! YOUR DRIVER'S SIDE DOOR IS AJAR!! YOUR DRIVER'S SIDE DOOR IS AJAR!!
~._-*The Monster grabbed the police officer service revolver.*-_.~
BLAM-BLAM!!
Car: whirr-whirr you-ourr-r-r dri-i-iver-er-er's si-i-ide doo-o-oor-r-rr-r...
BLAM-BLAM!!
Car: whirr-whirr you-ourr-r-r dri-i-iver... err...err whirr-whirr...
~._-*A second police cruiser comes squealing up and two police officers jump out of their cruiser with their doors open, but they are hiding behind them.*-_.~
Police Officer: Drop your weapon and step away. DROP YOUR WEAPON AND STEP AWAY!!
~._-*At that moment three black unmarked sedans scream up and several people jump out, flashing their identifications.*-_.~
Voice: OFFICERS!! OFFICERS!! LOWER YOUR WEAPONS!! LOWER THEM... NOW-OW-OW!!
Police Officer: EXCUSE ME?!?! WHO ARE YOU?!?!
Voice: I'm Agent Der. This is Agent Egnaro. That over there, are Agents Wolley and Teloiv.
Police Officer: Which agency are you with?!
Voice: We are with a special task force associated with the F.B.I. and the N.S.A. This individual has been under our radar for a very long time and we have the current arrest documentations to take this bastard in.
Police Officer: This is OUR collar!!
Voice: Now, it's not. If you have a problem with that, talk with the President of the United States. Oblivion get in the car.
~._-*The Monster just stares at the agent, with the revolver still in hand. The agent walks over and grabs the revolver. At first Oblivion was resistant, but after a few seconds Oblivion lets go of the weapon and is escorted to the back of the unmarked black Buick.*-_.~
CURRENT TIME
CLANG-CLANG-CLANG!!
~._-*While slowly walking out of the crate, The Monster Oblivion screams out...*-_.~
Oblivion: JE-E-EFF PUR-UR-URSE!! LO-O-OGAA-A-ANN-N!! OBLIVION IS GONNA KILL YOU MOTHERFUCKER-R-R-RS!! YOU HEAR ME-E-E?!?! YOUR CLEVER SELF EXPRESSIONS MAY WIN YOU POINTS WITH THE FANS AND WITH THE BOYS IN THE BACK, BUT THAT WILL NOT SAVE YOUR ASSES INSIDE THE RING!! YOU HEAR OBLIVION BITCHES?! YOU BOUDLE BITCHES!!
~._-*One agent looks at another agent and silently mouthed out what Oblivion just said.*-_.~
Voice #3: boudle bitches?
Voice #4: yes, boudle bitches.
Oblivion: PUR-UR-URSE!! IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW MANY TIMES YOU HAVE BEATEN THE MONSTER!! IT TAKES JUST ONE MORE VICTORY OVER YOU TO BECOME WCF HARDCORE CHAMPION... ONE MORE TIME!! LO-O-O-OGAN YOU MENTALLY CHALLENGED MONKEY... ALL YOU DO IS TRY TO SAY CLEVER THINGS. YOU MAY BE A HALL OF FAMER, BUT YOUR SPECIAL MAGIC POWERS ARE WEARING THIN. YOUR CHILDLIKE BEHAVIOR IS ANNOYING!! HARDCORE MATCHES ARE A SPECIAL PLACE FOR OBLIVION. IT OWNS THIS DIVISION, YOU TWO ARE JUST UNWELCOMED GUESTS! LOGAN YOU MAY BOUNCE AROUND HERE AND ACT LIKE A MASTERBATING MONKEY WITH TOURETTES, BUT YOU CAN STILL BLEED. JEFF PURSE, AGAIN IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW MANY TIMES YOU HAVE DEFEATED OBLIVION, IT TAKES JUST ONE VICTORY TO JUST SHUT... YOU... UP!!! SUNDAY DECEMBER 8th IN LAS VEGAS, NEVADA OBLIVION WILL SHOCK THE ENTIRE WRESTLING COMMUNITY AND WIN IT'S 8TH....
Voice #3: It would be his SIXTH hardcore title reign, not eighth.
Voice #4: Why the difference?
Voice #3: I'll explain it to you at a more appropriate time..
Oblivion: ...Hardcore Championship!! LOGAN... DO I WANT IT?! YES!! IT WANTS WHAT IT DESERVES... THE HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP!!
click.... *static* Voice: Okay! Go in and go retrieve The Monster. *static* ....click
Voice #3: Okay, here we go. We have an special interest in this upcoming Hardcore Championship match.
Voice #4: Why?
Voice #3: You will be briefed about it later. Now, let's go get that monster and guarantee a victory for The Monster Oblivion, the next WCF Hardcore Champion.
~._-*Slowly the agents go in after a shackled Monster, who resist, until...*-_.~
ZAPP-ZAPP!!
~._-*The Monster collapses, as the agents slowly surround the fallen Oblivion.*-_.~
TO BE CONTINUED...
