A hotdog in the purse of treachery

[Oblivion]

~._-*A bright light shines through the dense layer of darkness. The bright light shines on as the sounds of footsteps are heard. A table is seen, as the footsteps and the bright light proceeds towards the table. A 24" flat screen monitor and a small DVD player are seen. The light pans to the right and a small DVD sleeve is available, with a small sticky note on it.*-_.~

PLAY ME...

~._-*A DVD is taken out of the sleeve and is placed into the DVD player. A remote is picked up and the DVD is starting.*-_.~

A Voice: Previously...

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

~._-*A pair of high powered binoculars scan the surrounding area. The binoculars scan the surrounding area in the opposite direction.*-_.~

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!!

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

~._-*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!!

~._-*The Monster Oblivion slowly shuffles out. Shackled with thick chains by the feet and by the hands... Oblivion walks out from the giant crate, The Monster looks ready to pounce on anything or anyone, to devour, maim, or even kill.*-_.~

~._-*The Monster opens up IT's eyes.*-_.~

A car driver: WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?!?! WHAT THE FUCK?!?! WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME?!?

~._-*The Monster is pummeling an innocent bystander, in the middle of the street. The car driver's side door still open...*-_.~

Car: YOUR DRIVER'S SIDE DOOR IS AJAR!! YOUR DRIVER'S SIDE DOOR IS AJAR!!

~._-*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...*-_.~

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!!

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 they are hide behind an open car door. Three black sedans scream up and several people jump out, flashing their identifications.*-_.~

Voice: OFFICERS!! OFFICERS!! LOWER YOUR WEAPONS!! LOWER THEM... NOW-OW-OW!!

Police Officer: WHO ARE YOU?!?! Which agency are you with?!

Voice: We are with a special task force associated with the F.B.I. and the N.S.A... We have the current arrest documentations to take this bastard in.

Police Officer: This is OUR collar!!

~._-*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 Oblivion is escorted to the back of the unmarked black Buick.*-_.~

CLANG-CLANG-CLANG!!

~._-*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!! 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 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

~._-*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. The screen fades out to black. The DVD ends.  There are shuffling feet. The light source is dropped and their are muffled screams. There is just one voice...*-_.~

A voice: Shhh-h-h... You now have seen the beginning. We will now, take you to the end.

WHAM!!

~._-*The scene begins as a low powered light source is turned on. There is a small, but long wooden table with an ashtray and a Styrofoam cup full of water are on the table. Oblivion is sitting on a wooden chair, handcuffed to the table. The halogen light bulbs, on the ceiling flicker as two FBI/NSA Agents pace around the table. Oblivion picks up IT's head slowly to look at the Agents.*-_.~

Oblivion: Why am I here? Who are you.... WHO ARE YOU-OU-OU-U?!?!? WHY AM I HER-ER-EE-E?!?!

Agent Der: Oblivion, I am Agent Der and that is one of my partners, Agent Egnaro. We are with a combined task force with the FBI and the NSA.

Oblivion: The F.B.I and National Security?! Why?!

Agent Egnaro: Oblivion, we have been notified by an anonymous caller, that your company... the wrestling organization where you are employed at is in dire trouble.

Agent Der: Unfortunately, that is classified information.

Oblivion: Why do you need me?!

Agent Egnaro: Because we feel that you can be a key part in taking down a key part of what is wrong deep inside of WCF.

Oblivion: HOW?! If you two Meatsacks don't mind, I could use a drink of water. Besides are these handcuffs really necessary?!

Agent Der: Yes, we will give you a drink of water and no, we will not be taking the handcuffs off of you. You have a reputation of being a violent and dangerous individual, so we will leave the handcuffs on.

~._-*Agent Der holds up the cup of water to the mouth of Oblivion. Agent Egnaro holds up his service revolver to ensure his partner's safety. Oblivion takes a couple of sips, of water. Agent Engaro puts away his weapon and drop a couple of thick of folders, full of information.*-_.~

Oblivion: What's that?!

Agent Der: That is all of the information you need on Jeff Purse and Logan.

Oblivion: That information, I already knew.

Agent Egnaro: But, I bet you don't know where Kari Kendall is located... RIGHT AT THIS EXACT MOMENT.

Oblivion: SO?!

Agent Der: We know a lot about you too, Oblivion or should we say Stephan Johnson. 41, a professional wrestler since 1990. traveled around the world. Won 4 versions of the World Championships. Dead wife....

~._-*Oblivion tries to lunge up, but the chained handcuffs keeps The Monster from going too far.*-_.~

Oblivion: NEVER MENTION MY WIFE AGAIN!! SO HELP ME GOD... I WILL FUCKING GUT YOU TWO!!

Agent Egnaro: Stephanie Lynn Mascarro, died 8 years ago by an old high school friend of yours....

~._-*Oblivion tries to lunge up.*-_.~

Oblivion: UNNGHH!

Agent Der: ...gutted from sternum to pelvic bone. She, along with your unborn child were found hanging from a nearby tree.

~._-*Oblivion lunges up.*-_.~

Oblivion: UNNGHH! YOU SON OF A BITCH!!

Agent Egnaro: Good!! Use that anger and defeat Jeff Purse and Logan for the WCF Hardcore Championship!!

Oblivion: Why the interest in me, the hardcore championship and WCF?!

Agent Der: We believe from recent surveillance and reports that there is major corruption in the WCF office. We need you, Oblivion to win the WCF Hardcore Championship to maintain an somewhat advantage against those who are the corrupters.

Oblivion: Who are they?

Agent Egnaro: That's classified information and besides, both agencies believe that you might know who is the head of the snake of corruption.

Oblivion: SON OF A.... BI-I-ITCH!!

Agent Der: Exactly!!

Oblivion: So, if I win the match....

Agent Der: You will get anything your demented black heart desires.

Agent Egnaro: Or, if you like, you will get a possible free pass on your next criminal behavior.

Oblivion: Oh-h-h, really?

Agent Der: Yes.

Oblivion: As long as I win the match, I can do WHATEVER?

Agent Egnaro: Yes, a free pass.

Oblivion: So, if I decide to let's say hypothetically I snatch D-Day out of thin air and torture him, until my heart sing, I can?

Agent Der: Yes.

Oblivion: Or grabbing Steeltoe Joe, hanging him upside down in an inverted cross, drenching him in cow's blood, surrounding his body with candles as I slowly cut him with a box cutter, dowsing his open cuts with a solution of hydrogen peroxide and rubbing alcohol?

Agent Egnaro: Disturbing, but yes.

Oblivion: Since you are taping these procedure, I will be holding your agencies to that.

KNOCK-KNOCK!!

Oblivion: Better get that.

~._-*Both agents get to the door. The door is opened a police officer is standing there with information in his hands. The agents grab the information, reads the information and turns to Oblivion.*-_.~

Agent Der: Apparently, Oblivion, this is YOUR lucky day. you are being released. there are no pending charges against you. You are free to go. This officer is going to walk you out.

~._-*Oblivion is uncuffed and walked to the door, with the two officers waiting. Oblivion walks down the hall with the two officers walking behind him. The interrogation room door is shut. One of the officers speaks to Oblivion...*-_.~

Officer #1: Oblivion, just keep walking.

~._-*Oblivion's eyes get wider.*-_.~

Oblivion: Keith?! El Angel Oscuro? DUDE!!

Keith: Just keep walking.

Oblivion: DUDE!!

Keith: We don't have much time.

~._-*As they walk out of the building a FBI Agent walks into the interrogation room.*-_.~

Agent Der: Yes?

FBI Agent: I'm here to grab Oblivion.

Agent Der: Oblivion was just released.

FBI Agent: He wasn't scheduled to.

Agent Der: SON OF A BI-I-I-ITCH!! WE HAD HIM HERE!! HE GOT AWAY!! DAMN IT!! DAMN IT!! DAMN IT!!

Agent Egnaro: He could be anywhere, by now!!

~._-*Both Oblivion and Keith hop into the infamous black van. In the back, of the van awaits The Pet, with camera.*-_.~

Keith: What now?! We need to hurry!!

Oblivion: Then get going. I know a place where we can hide out.

~._-*As they squeal away, Agents Der and Egnaro come running out of the building. both men are pissed. Inside the van, oblivion looks towards the camera...*-_.~

Oblivion: Sunday night, at slam, the WCF Hardcore Championship will be changing owners and coming back home to me... THE GOD OF HARDCORE... OBLIVION. Jeff Purse, you may have history backing you up, but that will not help you inside that ring in Las Vegas. Logan, you are so damn delusional!! You're the Clown of WCF!! Your desperate need for attention has gotten you distracted from the task at hand. Having Lilith by your side, as made you soft. Logan is nothing but a soft bitch!! You know that!! Purse knows that. Hell, even WCF knows that. You are so damn insecure that you HAVE to act they way you do!! You cannot help it!! People accuse Oblivion of being mentally disturbed, what about you, Logan? Having Lilith around you, proves that. You're nothing but a sexual deviant. so far, in your career, you've been very lucky. Your victory over Oblivion was nothing but a fluke and this Sunday The Monster will make you bleed to prove that. Your skin is as soft as Lilith skin is sweet. But, you already know that.

Hell, half of WCF knows how sweet Lilith's skin is. Hell we might as well call Lilith "AJ LEE". she has been tossed around more than a football at a Denver Broncos game. So, Logan sir, you don't have your mind in the match. All you are worried about is having your shriveled up "Hot Dog of Treachery" greased. This is the perfect time to take back the Hardcore Championship. Now, Jeffrey Jeffrey Jeffery. you could be the wild card, in this match. Hell, you've held the Hardcore Championship before. Not as many times as the Monster has, but you HAVE held it before. It was just a blink of an eye, but you were still Hardcore Champion. By now, WCF have realized that both you two have women involved. How interesting!! Purse, let's see how well you can concentrate with Kari being at ringside with The Gathering and The Vixen roaming around. Logan, everyone knows that you truly don't give a flying fuck about Lilith, but how would you feel or act if Lilith decides to come down ringside and she gets snatched up and taken away, as well.

How are you two going to fight at one hundred percent with those albatrosses hanging around your necks?! That will be an advantage for The Monster Oblivion. BLOOD, GUTS, FINGERS AND TOES, GENTLEMEN!! This is a hardcore match. Anything and everything can and will be used as a weapon!! We will lose a lot of blood. We will be battered and bruised. Will you two have enough intestinal fortitude to deal with the excruciating pain and still concentrate in winning the match?! Oblivion has proven IT can!! It all depends just on this one match, not dwelling on the past Jeff Purse!! MGM Grand will have a new attraction.... TWO SKINLESS HUMANS. ORE-IDA WILL HAVE A NEW FOOD ITEM- "SPICY CRUNCHY HUMAN/HOTDOG SKIN". From this moment on gentleman, nothing you can say or do will save or help you win this match!! You are looking at the next WCF Hardcore Champion!!

~._-*The scene wobbles, as The Monster screams out briefly and very shortly...*-_.~

Oblivion: BITCHES!!

~._-*The scene wobbles then a micro-second view of Oblivion's masked face is shown, followed by static.*-_.~