Ding dong the witch is dead!!

[Oblivion]

~._-*The late night's moon is shining through the almost bare branches of various trees. There is an pre-winter chill, in the air. Silent night. All is calm. All is bright. A half naked woman, with torn clothing is running through the woods. Behind her is a small thin trail of blood, from her torso and from the bottom of her feet. With a look of the utmost amount of fear across her face, she keeps looking back. Her panicking and diminishing breathing echoes out. Through her panic, you can hear barking, several feet back. It sounds as if several dogs are hunting down the woman. Under her breath are sighs of sobbing. Her once beautiful eye makeup is now streaming down her face. Racing right behind her, just a few feet behind her, is a screaming lunatic, barking and snarling.*-_.~

A man's voice: GET BACK HERE, YOU BITCH!!

Woman: NO-O-O!! STAY AWAY!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE HIS BEST FRIEND!!

A man's voice: GET BACK HERE!! I'VE SEEN THE WAY YOU LOOK AT ME!! I KNOW YOU WANT ME!!

Woman: I'LL NEVER LOVE YOU! STAY AWAY FROM ME!! STAY AWA-A-AAY!!

A man's voice: OLLY OLLY OXEN FREE!!

Woman: NOO-O-O-O!!

A man's voice: YOU CAN RUN... I WILL FIND YOU!! YOU ARE ALREADY BLEEDING. YOU'RE WEAK! WHY SHOULD STEPHAN BE THE ONLY ONE TO TOUCH YOUR VELVET SKIN?! THAT'S NOT FAIR!! THAT'S NOT FUCKING FAI-AI-AIRR-R I LOVED YOU FIRST!!

Woman: I NEVER LOVED YOU!!

~._-*The woman looks back, to see how close her pursuer is. She never saw the rock, in her way and she falls down to the ground. The woman grabs her ankle, beginning to sob, as she watches the stalking man slowly approaching her. With very methodical and intentional purposes, he looks down at her with an evil grin across his face.*-_.~

A man's voice: WELL WELL WELL!! WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE?!

~._-*The woman looks up, as the man stands over her, reaching down. The woman bellows out a blood curdling scream.*-_.~

Woman: NOO-O-O-O!!

Stephan Johnson: NO-O-O-O!!

~._-*A small siren echoes out along with multiple beeps.*-_.~

Doctor: I need assistance in here now!!

~._-*Two men and one woman bolt into the room, wearing their scrubs. Stephan is in an examination reclining chair, with monitoring wires attached to his head and chest. Stephan is convulsing.*-_.~

Doctor: Relax Stephan!! Breathe, just breathe.

~._-*The doctor continues to examine Stephan with a small pen light. Stephan's eyes are rolled back.*-_.~

Stephan Johnson: NO-O-O-O!! RU-U-UN STEPHANIE!! NO PAUL NO!! DON'T HURT HER!! NO-O-O!!

~._-*The doctor looks back and asks one of the nurses for a syringe. The doctor slowly presses the plunger, of the syringe and small amount of liquid flies out of the syringe. As Stephan continues to convulse....*-_.~

Stephan Johnson: NO-O-O-O!! RUN STEPHANIE RU-U-UN!!

~._-*Paul picks up Stephanie and slams her against a tree. Her head connects with the side of tree, leaving a blood splatter pattern on the tree. Stephanie goes limp. As she slowly collapses, Paul proceeds to rip her clothing to shreds.*-_.~

Stephan Johnson: NO-O-O-O!!

Nurse #1: Doctor, the sedative seems to be not working.

Doctor: Increase the Diazepam to 20mg.

Nurse #2: Doctor, wouldn't that be dangerous? The maximum dosage should and always be 10 mg.

Doctor: This is a very special kind of circumstances for a special kind of patient.

~._-*Stephan's eyes are still rolled back, with his tongue rolled back almost choking him, in the process. Stephan continues to contort his body, as he thrusts back and forth.*-_.~

Paul: I WILL TEACH YOU TO NEVER IGNORE ME AGAIN!! EVER AGAIN!!

~._-*Paul grabs the hair of Stephanie, on both sides of her head. In several quick movements, Paul yanks Stephanie towards him, as he slams his boot into her face. Each boot slamming more violent than the last. After the second boot slam, Stephanie slowly goes semi-unconscious, as she falls backwards, slamming her head against an exposed tree root. Paul doesn't waste the perfect opportunity. Not wasting one second, Paul "takes" her. They finally "become one", despite Stephanie doesn't even know. As Paul ravages an unconscious Stephanie, he strokes her hair. In the midst of Paul's proof of his dedication for Stephanie, she slowly becomes conscious again. Her speech is gurgled.*-_.~

Stephanie: NOO-O-O-O!!

~._-*Stephanie tries to strike Paul.*-_.~

Paul: Relax Steph, you know you want to enjoy this!!

~._-*Stephanie digs her nails into both sides of Paul's face. After screaming out in pain, Paul strikes Stephanie.*-_.~

Paul: BITCH!!

~._-*Paul slowly stands up and checks on his bloody wounds, on his face. Stephanie takes the chance and quickly stands up. With her back to him, Stephanie tries to stumble away, in her half naked state. Blood drips everywhere, especially from the head wound. Her balance is uneven and her sight is compromised. Stephanie doesn't really realize, everything is about to change, as Paul is standing right behind her with a large rock, in his hands.*-_.~

Stephan Johnson: NO-O-O-O!!

~._-*Stephan arches his back, thrusting his massive chest forward. the doctor administers the Diazopan. Instantly, Stephan convulses violently and finally collapses onto the examination chair.*-_.~

Stephanie: Please... no.

Paul: If I cannot have you... NO ONE CAN!!

~._-*Stephanie just turns her head to the right, as a tear slowly goes down her face....*-_.~

WHAM... WHAM... WHAM!!!

~._-*Stephan convulses, as his head slams side to side... FASTER AND FASTER AND FASTER as he screams out. Then, without any warning Stephan sits up...*-_.~

Stephan Johnson: STEPHA-ANIE-IE-IE-IEEEE!!

~._-*Paul stands there looking up, with his clothing completely drenched in blood. Stephanie is hanging, in a tree, completely naked. Her body has been ripped apart. Ripped open like a baked potato, torn from pelvis to sternum. Her hands are tied behind her back, as she sways back and forth, as she hangs there, hanging on a coarse rope. Stephanie wasn't the only thing hanging there. Hanging next to her is Stephanie's unborn baby, swinging swaying in the cold air, as well. The umbilical cord is still attached to the baby.*-_.~

BUZZ... BUZZ... BUZZ!!!

~._-*A large hand slams down on the alarm clock. A large body gets out of bed and stumbles towards the bathroom. after a few minutes, the large man exits the bathroom.*-_.~

ONE HOUR LATER

~._-*Oblivion is sitting at a table with a bottle of Jack Daniels in front of him and a bottle of pain relievers.*-_.~

Oblivion: Man, do I feel like shit!! My head is splitting!!

~._-*There are several bottles of prescription medications that are on the table. Oblivion grabs one bottle and looks at it. Without any hesitations, Oblivion throws the bottle halfway across the room. One by one, Oblivion throws his anti-psychotic medications across the room. Spread out on the table are files that are marked.... CLASSIFIED Sarah Twilight's name are on the files. Oblivion's cell phone rings...*-_.~

Oblivion: Hello!? Yes? Hey!! Want to thank you for these files. Hey, who would of thunk it.. YOU helping Oblivion. In fact, Seth doesn't even know. Yea? I know. No, I didn't ask him first. I wanted him involved. I don't think it matters if Oblivion contacts Seth and tell him about HIS involvement. Why should The Monster ask Seth for permission, about anything?! SETH AIN'T SHIT!! Why? Really?! YOU asking ME that? You of all people should know THAT answer. All you need to succeed here, in WCF, is to have a great imagination... dark or not. Yea, I don't think the information I read on Sarah Twilight is gonna matter anyway. We all know she is waiting for the right opportunity to speak. She might call it strategy, but Oblivion calls it cowardice.

~._-*Oblivion stands up, maybe a tad too fast, as The Monster stumbles backwards, grabbing IT's head, in the process.*-_.~

Oblivion: NO-O-O!! Why now?! This wasn't suppose to happen again.

~._-*As Oblivion collapses, to the ground, The Monster mutters out.*-_.~

Oblivion: Listen to them. Listen to them sing. The Children of the Night. What music they do make.

Mechanical voice: Phase One... ... ... ACTIVATED. PENETRATE SUBJECT'S SUBCONSCIOUS MIND.

Mechanical voice:Status Code 200.... REQUESTING RESPONSE

Mechanical voice:Status Code 201.... REQUEST FULFILLED... CREATING INFORMATION.

Mechanical voice:Status Code 202.... PROCESSING INFORMATION

Mechanical voice:Status Code 203.... INFORMATION INPUT

~._-*You are surrounded by a bright white light. Quickly, as You were surrounded by this bright white light, the light slowly evaporates and You descend into total darkness. As You descend deeper to the darkest part of your own psyche, You begin to hear in a gravelly, deep voice...*-_.~

Deep voice: Come closer... do not resist. Some things have changed. But, some things have remained the same.

~._-*As You descend quicker and quicker, at an excelerated rate. You dip deeper and deeper into your own psyche. You take the same route... a left turn at common sense and You have arrived at your own sub-conscious. The evil voice continues...*-_.~

Deep voice: As you can see Oblivion, we have changed things around here. I am NOW in charge. The Darkness wasn't truly real.

~._-*Stephan Johnson appears...*-_.~

Stephan Johnson: That is because... I AM The Darkness!! The evil never left you. The evil is still here... WITHIN YOU!! Sarah Twilight will do everything in her powers to put herself over! There will be sheep. Those so called Meatsacks that will follow her to the ends of the Earth!! They're the brain dead ones. The brainwashed. The ones who believe in anything Sarah Twilight says are delusional, themselves.

~._-*You proceed to hear a sound that you haven't heard in quite some time... CLICKING, MOANING, HISSING, AND GROANING. The Darkness Dwellers slowly surround Oblivion. As the Dwellers slowly separate, you see one of the Dwellers holding something... a dead fetus. With blood dripping, the Dweller holds up the fetus up right. The arms of the fetus slowly reach out. With it's eyes smoky, milky white the fetus screeches out, before...*-_.~

Fetus: Why didn't you save me daddy? Why daddy why? I can be with mommy now. She says she still loves you.

~._-*The baby's eyes begin to turn black, as it screeches out.*-_.~

Fetus: This reality is much better than actual reality. But, you must wake up daddy. Wake up daddy. Daddy, wake up!!

~._-*The Monster wakes up, face deep in files. Oblivion turns to IT's right and sees The Pet...*-_.~

Oblivion: By now, Sarah Twilight, you think this is so absolutely entertaining. So go ahead and chuckle at Oblivion's expense. Yes, IT knows that Oblivion is FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD!! Tell The monster something has not heard before. Everything you will mention is old rehashed bullshit! You're going to say the same shit, that everyone else already said. But, I know something about you, Sarah. You're as fucked up as Oblivion is. But, you wanna know a secret... YOU'RE LOSING YOUR TOUCH! Rumors are flying, Sarah. Everyone is talking about you, Sarah Twilight. About Miss Twilight Sparkle has gone soft. Your delusional plans of taking over the world has collapsed. You no longer have power inside WCF. With power completely stripped away from you, you now are feeling very vulnerable. Of course, for the record... YOU WILL DENY IT!! You will remain stubborn. Your stranglehold on WCF is slowly diminishing.

You're slowly losing control. Your value has plummeted. You're no longer this powerful woman anymore. You are now just a dwindled version of what you once were. You're no longer an intimidating force or a scary competitor. You're now just a bitch!! At the Siegal Center in Richmond, Virginia you're about to step inside the ring with a revamped monster. A revitalized Oblivion. You're now just a speck of what you once were. Quite pathetic, actually. Your once herald WCF career is now just... LAUGHABLE!! How long before your supporters realize that you are no longer you anymore, before they begin to jump ship and leap of your band wagon. Oh, yes the wagons WILL appear. They will be begin to surround you. You see, Oblivion will always be Oblivion. No matter how you reshape or reinvent the wheel, it will always be... a wheel. So, let's get back to you. You will of course, at the right moment, you will find a creative way to express yourself. How you're this bad-ass bitch. You fear NO MAN NOR MONSTER. But, there will be a time where you will face yourself in the mirror. You will what everyone else sees.... A LITTLE GIRL WITH NO MOMENTUM. The power you once had, is gone. NO MORE!! ZILTCH!! NADA!! NOT A DAMN THING!! You're now the prey and Oblivion is now the predator.

With a blink of an eye, things change within the WCF. Come this Sunday, at Slam. Everything that you built up up to now, will crumble before you. Your weaknesses are exposed. you are now vulnerable. But, of course you will try your best to convince everyone that you are at your top peak. You haven't lost any momentum or lost your edge. I disagree. Oblivion knows better. I can see it in your eyes. On YOUR face. You don't have it in you, anymore. That's the damn truth and you know it. It's a damn fact!! Will our match, be easy? No... HELL NO!! Both, of us will have to fight tooth and nail, to get a victory. VICTORY WILL BE MINE!! I WILL EXPOSE THE TRUTH ON SARAH TWILIGHT AT SLAM!! The world needs to see Sarah Twilight fall at Slam. Fall hard!! Right down on her stupid little ugly face!! The world will rejoice.... DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD!! Everyone will spit down onto your broken body. You will be casted away like yesterday's news and that is what scares you. You have NOW become insignificant. No one cares about Sarah Twilight anymore.

After Oblivion defeats you, it will be the final nail in your coffin. How hard the mighty have fallen. You will have to get your hands soiled, facing Oblivion. WHAT TO DO?!?! WHAT TO DO?!? The Monster knows what the only thing you CAN do about the idea that your career is slowly unraveling and that is.... CHOKE ON THAT!!

~._-*The Pet slowly pans the camera around to himself...*-_.~

The Pet: BITCHEEE-E-E-ES!!

~._-*The Monster grabs the camera from the Pet. Oblivion holds the camera real close to IT's hideous masked face...*-_.~

Oblivion: WCF, the time is now. It's time to take down the queen when she is vulnerable. Showcase her severed head, in WCF Headquarters. Sarah twilight... YOUR TIME IS OVER!! Enjoy retirement!!

~._-*The Monster drops the camera and slowly spins it. The camera viewpoint just shows blurriness, as the scene slowly fades out.*-_.~