Let the truth be revealed

[Oblivion]

Narration: Throughout history, there have been many many occasions when two or more variables, that usually wouldn't mix well together, were infused or in this case... FORCED together. In some cases, when things that weren't meant to be mixed together that were forced together, it would usually end up in disaster. But, this is not the case when it comes to the six man tag match coming up at Slam. This is the story of how three separate entities come together in odd timing to accomplish a familiar goal.... TO BE VICTORIOUS AT SLAM.

If you take a moment and thoroughly examine these two three person teams, you will remember a few things...

~._-*Pictures pop up.*-_.~

Narration: Waylon Cash was once tag team partners with Steve Orbit as Homegrown Players. Jonny Fly was once a tag team partner of Steve Orbit, as The Dream Team. Now, those two are facing off against HIM. Oblivion STILL has deep rooted issues concerning Logan, over the WCF Hardcore Championship. That leaves Chelsea black Armstrong as the odd man out. With THAT said, what are we about to see when it comes to the six man tag match at Slam? Can Oblivion truly trust Fly and Cash, knowing that those two once had a professional connection with Steve Orbit? Can Fly and Cash truly trust Oblivion's ultra-violent and unpredictable personality? Can Orbit and Armstrong trust Logan? There are several unanswered questions leading up to this main event match-up at the next Slam.

~._-*It's a late night on the corner of Cranston Street and Benedict Street in Providence, Rhode Island. This particular neighborhood has been investigated for several types of criminal behavior. There are several vehicles parked on the sides of the street. A pair of headlights flicker on one of the parked vehicles. the current temperature is 25 degrees with a chance of snow.*-_.~

Radio News Reporter: Numerous females have been reported missing in the Cranston Area of Providence. Women age 18-35 are suggested to not walk around, at night.

Narration: But, as always, not everyone listened. Bodies have been found, this week. The Police Chief did not want to call this a killing spree by a Serial killer.

FLCIK-FLICK-FLICK

PUFF-PUFF-PUFF

Jonny Fly: (COUGH!!) Damn Cash!!

PUFF-PUFF-PUFF

Waylon Cash: Deal with it!! I'm fuckin' cold!! I'm freezing my balls off!! Why are we here?!

Jonny Fly: (COUGH!!) We're waiting on Oblivion!!

Waylon Cash: I should of known!!

Jonny Fly: (COUGH!!) I told you why we were here!!

PUFF-PUFF-PUFF

Waylon Cash: You did?! All I know is that this...

~._-*Waylon takes a couple of hit off the joint, before looking at, as if possibly puzzled at the joint.*-_.~

Jonny Fly: I don't know if we can truly trust Oblivion. I know The Monster is scary and wants a victory, as we do. But, can we be sure that Oblivion won't attack us just for the sake of sheer violence?

PUFF-PUFF-PUFF

Waylon Cash: ...this is the only thing keeping me warm. This joint. So, how do we know that Oblivion is ready or if he can find us?

WHAMMMM.... WHAMMMM.... WHAMMM!!

Waylon Cash: HOLY SHIT!!

~._-*What would seemed to be from out of nowhere, a group of wild screaming females run past the car. A few girls slammed their hands against the car.*-_.~

Melissa: FOLLOW US!!

~._-*Before Jonny Fly can drive away, to follow what would assumed to be The Vixens, Fly shakes his head, before rubbing his eyes.*-_.~

Jonny Fly: I think this weather is screwing with my eyes.

Waylon Cash: Nah dude!! You just got a contact high.

Jonny Fly: I thought I saw shadows moving.

Narration: Waylon might start to laugh at Jonny. But, Jonny DID see something move. The eyes don't lie. The shadows DID move. The Gathering are never too far behind The Vixen. Jonny and Waylon look at each other, before leaving the warm comforts, of their vehicle. the two quickly follow The Vixen and The Gathering. Cash and Fly quickly follow behind "The Children" of The Monster Oblivion. As soon they got to a particular address on Cranston, maybe a half block past Franklin Street.

Waylon Cash: Nah dude!! I saw we bolt and get the fuck out of here!! I'm too baked to deal with Oblivion.

Jonny Fly: Like it or not, that crazy sum bitch is our partner. He is scary. He is massive and violent. Oblivion on OUR side could be a plus. We could benefit from having Oblivion on our side.

~._-*At that particular moment, the front door slowly creaks open. Both Fly and Cash quickly look at the now opened front door.*-_.~

Waylon Cash: You go in first.

Jonny Fly: I don't think so. I don't know what is on the other side of that doorway. You KNOW we are dealing with Oblivion here? RIGHT?!

Waylon Cash: Fly, you're the WCF World Heavyweight Champion. Lead by example.

~._-*Fly just looks at Cash with a very cold stare.*-_.~

Jonny Fly: Fine! I'll go in first.

~._-*It didn't take long, before Fly and Cash started to think maybe... just maybe they might have made a bad decision. With every few feet...*-_.~

Woman: AHHH-H-H-H-H!! NOOO-OOO-O-O!! <SCREA-EA-EA-EA-EAMMM-M-M!!>

~._-*In the pitch dark corridor, something brushes up against Jonny Fly!!*-_.~

Jonny Fly: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?

~._-*Almost immediately afterwards, something grabs Cash's hair, yanks back and swipes the joint from his mouth.*-_.~

Waylon Cash: HEY!!

Jonny Fly: What?!?

Waylon Cash: Something just pulled my hair and took my joint!!

~._-*Before Waylon Cash can completely implode, a HU-U-UGE puff of smoke nails Cash right in the mouth.*-_.~

Waylon Cash: <COUGH!-COUGH-COUGH!!> DAMN!! SHOTGUN!!

Melissa: FOLLOW US!!

~._-*Cash and fly stumble through the dark, trying to follow Melissa. without any warning, Jonny Fly hears a soft voice in his ear...*-_.~

Melissa: You're here.

~._-*The voice disappears as a light slowly illuminates. The bright fluorescent light forces Fly and Cash to cover their eyes. There is a voice.*-_.~

A Voice: SIT!!

Waylon Cash: WHERE?! We can't see. By the way, YOU owe me a joint!!

~._-*Two large hands forces Jonny Fly to sit down on an old wooden chair. Same thing happens to Waylon Cash. The bright lights evaporate. Fly and Cash look around. They see large metal hooks, hanging from the ceiling, with old pigs attached to the hooks. They looks down, they see a mixture of water and blood. Cash see a large spider crawl over Fly's foot. Jonny ignores the spider, just stares right at Oblivion. Sitting there, no more than a few feet away from Fly and Cash is The Monster Oblivion. Both Fly and Cash quickly stand up.*-_.~

Oblivion: Now, now fellas. You're safe here.

Jonny Fly: Cut the crap, Oblivion!! Why did you call us all the way out here?

Oblivion: This is all about our six man tag match at Slam. We three are former WCF World Champions. Fly you're the current champ and we have to face off against Steve Orbit, Logan and Chelsea Black Armstrong. Now, everyone knows about your two's history with Steve Orbit. I need to know... WILL YOUR PAST WORKING HISTORY WITH ORBIT, EFFECT YOUR ABILITIES, IN THE RING?!

Jonny Fly: NO!! HELL NO!!

Waylon Cash: I WANNA CUT THAT BITCH!!

Oblivion: Good. Now, for Logan.

Jonny Fly: Tricky veteran. He's a five time world champion and he's a Hall of Famer.

Waylon Cash: In fact, didn't Logan take your Hardcore Title?

Jonny Fly: Waylon.... no.

Oblivion: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!

~._-*The Monster stands up and grabs the chair, IT was sitting on and throws it. Oblivion throws the chair against a nearby wall, shattering it into several pieces. Oblivion walks over, as Fly and Cash watches cautiously. Oblivion pulls out a small canister of light fluid and begin to douse the broken chair with the flammable liquid. Oblivion lights a match and drop it onto the broken heap of wooden chair. Oblivion grabs a random Gathering member and proceeds to shove their face towards the flames.*-_.~

Gathering member: AHHH-H-H-H!!

Oblivion: Now, if IT is willing to do this to one of IT's children, imagine what The Dark One is gonna do to Orbit, Armstrong and that bitch-ass boudle Logan. That treacherous piece of shit!! You two know Orbit inside and out. Logan is practically an open book, but crafty. It's Chelsea that's gonna be the wildcard. Maybe it's HER that we need to take out first. We know what to expect from Orbit and Logan, it's Armstrong who we need to go after and quick!! By God, we all three are or were World Champions. We have the knowledge and know-how. We could get nasty if we wanted to. Besides we can do whatever we want in the match. those three are blind. Those three are sitting ducks. Like shooting rats in a barrel.

~._-*The Monster looks towards the camera...*-_.~

Oblivion: In one short day, Steve Orbit, Logan and Chelsea Black Armstrong the end of days are here for you. You are looking at three of the best. We are a cohesive unit. All three of us have one goal.... VICTORY. We are not thinking of personal issues... LOGAN IT WANTS IT CHAMPIONSHIP BACK!! LOGAN?! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I'M COMING FOR YOU!! YOU AND THAT LITTLE BITCH TOO!!

Jonny Fly: Who's the bitch?

Waylon Cash: Didn't I call it? HE'S BAT SHIT INSANE!!

Oblivion: LILITH!! LILITH!! LI-I-I-LITH!! YOU BITCH!! YOU CANKEROUS WHORE!! YOU'VE BEEN PASSED AROUND MORE THAN A JOINT AT A SNOOP DOG CONCERT!! You're barking up the wrong tree, babygurl. IT'll cut you bitch!! But, first it's this match, then.... OBLIVION IS COMING FOR YOU!! Orbit, you don't fool Oblivion. sure, you got lucky winning that world Championship. But, let's be truthful here, you're nothin' more than a tag along. You would get lucky here or there. But, Steve Orbit is nothing special. Same thing can be said about Chelsea Armstrong. She claims to be this crazy ass bitch. BITCH PLEASE!! Your little pathetic appearance bores me, rather than scare me. IT hopes you did your home work on Oblivion. The Monster doesn't play nice. Chelsea, what are you gonna do if Oblivion holds you hostage, after the match? Ask around, babygirl. Oblivion is NOT nice person. IT has done horrible HORRIBLE things to women and guess what... YOU HAVE A SECTIONED MATCH AGAINST A MONSTER. You go ahead and plant yourself right squared center in denial and say that Oblivion doesn't scare you. BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!!

What's gonna keep me from grabbing a razor and slowly ripping your skin open. IT doesn't have to be gentle. Right there, at that particular second IT could not only end your career, but to shorten your life expectancy. Now, Logan you cannot always hide. IT now has your ass in the ring. IT might not be able to take away your championship, NOW, but IT can beat your ass down as if Oblivion was about to take it from you. You see, you three, you might take this as an ordinary match. But, for Oblivion this match gives The Monster an opportunity to prove a point....

~._-*The Monster just walks away.*-_.~

Waylon Cash: Point!? What point?! Why does he do that? He confuses the fuck out of me!!

Jonny Fly: Me too Cash. Me too.

~._-*The two just stand up and proceed to walk out of the room....*-_.~

Oblivion: YOU CAN CHOKE ON THAT...

~._-*The facially burned Gathering member picks up his head, in unexplainable pain, screams out...*-_.~

Gathering member: BITCHEE-E-E-ESS-S-S!!

~._-*The exhausted Gathering member falls face first into the burning chair pieces. the burning flesh makes Jonny Fly and Waylon Cash look ill. A few Vixen members scamper over to the burned Gathering member with their pocket knives and they begin to slowly carve up the burned Gathering member.*-_.~

Vixen #1: Mmm... I just love barbeque!!

Waylon Cash: This creepy shit is fucking with my high!!

~._-*A rat is seen running across the cold tiled flooring. One of the Vixens grabs the rat and begin to treat it as a pet. The Vixen purposely cuts herself and feeds the blood to the rat.*-_.~

Jonny Fly: I think it's time we leave.

~._-*As Cash and Fly proceed to walk away, something grabs Fly....*-_.~

A voice: Don't get too attached to that championship, Fly. The Monster may want it back.

~._-*The voice disappears. Fly and Cash just walk out of the building, not saying a word. Not a God damn word.*-_.~