Post by Oblivion on Feb 8, 2014 21:21:39 GMT -5
~._-*The night's air is cold. Not yet frigid. The warm air that seeps through the gaping wind holes of the unsuspected knuckle draggers, just ends up being humid mist. The streets of New Orleans are packed, despite the miserable weather. The horde of tourists are everywhere. The parade season is coming up on February 15th. The light drizzle of rain ends up being another source of entertainment to the inebriated. Those Meatsacks... stupid flesh-crawlers, if they knew what was about to happen to them. If they knew... THEY WOULD OF STAYED HOME. The cold brings out the worst in people. Add an unlimited amount of alcohol, then you have a possible situation where the brain-dead are about to do something really stupid. This is NOT the night for that kind of shenanigans. The potential for danger is always anywhere and everywhere. Never talk to strangers... DO NOT TALK TO STRANGERS. YOU MAY END UP NEVER TALKING AGAIN.
There is a steady flow of automobiles on Bourbon Street. A black Chevy van slowly drives down the street, behind a line of other vehicles. The music blasting out of the van, blends in with the rest of the noises, of Bourbon Street. It is the perfect time for a hunt. There is a brand new batch of tourists coming in. IT IS TIME TO FEED. The van rolls past a pack of potential play things. Merrily, those unsuspected people go on their way, as if everything for them, will be all fun and games. That is what THEY think. THAT'S WHAT THEY ARE HOPING FOR!! Inside the van, one of Oblivion's "creations", a Monstrous Gathering, is driving the van. The Monstrous Gathering member grunts, as it twitches. Pops and snaps echo out. As the van continues down Bourbon Street, the driver continues to twitch and contort as it's eyes wander all over the place. A large stream of saliva drips from it's mouth, while continuously breathing heavy.
The activity, in the back of the van, could be described as freakish, weird, bizarre, and even grotesque. A group of the lovely Vixens are huddled together to keep warm. There are three particular Vixens, separated from the rest of the girls, are doing whatever they can, just to keep warm. Despite the windows slightly frosted, the very developed Vixens take off their shirts and bras. As if this could be their last night, of existence, the three Vixens explore their sexual appetite in a very explosive and aggressive behavior. The Pet, the diminutive cameraman, is right in the center of the soon to be "clusterfuck". While trying to not smile, the Pet is trying to stay professional and record the Vixen's naughty activities. But, that is NOT the main focus for tonight.... LOOKING FOR LIVE ENTERTAINMENT. That IS the goal for tonight. The Gathering are hungry. The Vixens are famished. The Monster needs to feed. As the van begins to be filled up with the beautiful aroma coming from the Vixens, The Monster spots a potential "mark", for their healthy appetites.*-_.~
There is a steady flow of automobiles on Bourbon Street. A black Chevy van slowly drives down the street, behind a line of other vehicles. The music blasting out of the van, blends in with the rest of the noises, of Bourbon Street. It is the perfect time for a hunt. There is a brand new batch of tourists coming in. IT IS TIME TO FEED. The van rolls past a pack of potential play things. Merrily, those unsuspected people go on their way, as if everything for them, will be all fun and games. That is what THEY think. THAT'S WHAT THEY ARE HOPING FOR!! Inside the van, one of Oblivion's "creations", a Monstrous Gathering, is driving the van. The Monstrous Gathering member grunts, as it twitches. Pops and snaps echo out. As the van continues down Bourbon Street, the driver continues to twitch and contort as it's eyes wander all over the place. A large stream of saliva drips from it's mouth, while continuously breathing heavy.
The activity, in the back of the van, could be described as freakish, weird, bizarre, and even grotesque. A group of the lovely Vixens are huddled together to keep warm. There are three particular Vixens, separated from the rest of the girls, are doing whatever they can, just to keep warm. Despite the windows slightly frosted, the very developed Vixens take off their shirts and bras. As if this could be their last night, of existence, the three Vixens explore their sexual appetite in a very explosive and aggressive behavior. The Pet, the diminutive cameraman, is right in the center of the soon to be "clusterfuck". While trying to not smile, the Pet is trying to stay professional and record the Vixen's naughty activities. But, that is NOT the main focus for tonight.... LOOKING FOR LIVE ENTERTAINMENT. That IS the goal for tonight. The Gathering are hungry. The Vixens are famished. The Monster needs to feed. As the van begins to be filled up with the beautiful aroma coming from the Vixens, The Monster spots a potential "mark", for their healthy appetites.*-_.~
Oblivion: STO-O-OPP-P!! IT FOUND ONE!! BOY HOWDY IS SHE A BEAUTY!!
~._-*The woman, appears to be around five foot-ish, under a hundred pounds. Despite wearing a semi thick layer of warm clothes, the woman is still oozing out sexiness. The sliding side van door opens up and the Pet is right there recording everything. The van gets real close. The woman, senses something is not right, as she quickly walks faster. She tries to fight the urge to look back, but she does it anyways. Seeing the van coming in closer, the woman panics and tries to run away, sobbing. The van creeps in closer, as Oblivion leaves the front passenger seat and quickly moves towards the open van door.*-_.~
Oblivion: Closer!!
~._-*The van creeps in closer, just close enough to....*-_.~
A woman: AHHH-H-H!! NO-O-O-O!!
Oblivion: GOTCHA BITCH!!
~._-*As the young woman gets pulled into the van, she drops her handbag. The woman kicks and screams, as Oblivion pokes IT's head out, of the van and looks around. The Monster slams the sliding side door closed. The scene fades to black. There is a loud noise coming from within the dark.*-_.~
STOP!!
NO!!
Narrator: STOP!! NO!! NO!! NO!! NO!! THIS WON'T DO!! THIS WON'T DO AT ALL! Not creepy enough! It must be like before. DO IT LIKE BEFORE!!
~._-*With absent of light, drowning in complete darkness, the area rattles from a loud sonic boom. The area wobbles, as a small quiet scene of what seemed like a normal neighborhood slowly fades in.*-_.~
Narrator: Let's see if this next scenario pans out.
~._-*A thick fog begins to slowly roll into a residential area. The neighborhood is a middle class neighborhood. The air is warm, but there is a cold breeze blowing through the warm air. Through the breeze, is a cooling spraying mist. The few automobiles, that are out in this horrible weather, have their high beams on, just to see the damn road. The fog continues to roll in. Children are outside, in their summer clothing. Boys are playing stick ball, in the street. Girls are skipping rope, playing hopscotch, and singing. The fog is starting to get thick. A black Chevy van slowly rolls down the street. There is something eerie about this fog. There is no wind, but there is a sinister hiss inside the fog. There are indefinable and mysterious sounds of chains rattling. The children pay no mind to the fog, as it slowly and unnaturally comes closer towards the children. Why worry. It's just a thick cloud of tiny water droplets suspended in the atmosphere at or near the earth's surface. Within a few minutes, the thick cloud of water droplets rolls in closer. The boys either in mid swing, throw or even fielding the ball, completely stop on what they were doing. ALL OF THEM. The boys playing stick ball drop their gloves and bats. they just simply walk away. Showing no emotions whatsoever, the young boys slowly walk together, as a huddle group, towards the girls. Before the boys approach the girls, the young ladies drop their jump rope and small rocks. They too stopped in mid action. The once smiling little girls slowly turn around and their eyes are glossy and blood shot. The fog has now surrounded all of them. The boys approach the girls, with one boy holding a ball bat. With one swing.... THA-WACK!! a young boy connects with a young girl's skull. The girl doesn't fall down, she just keeps walking. No one reacts. No crying or any kind of an emotion. With no one speaking, the girls retaliate with grabbing the rope and proceeding to choke the boys with it.
Oblivion looks out of the the front passenger window, of the van and sees the thick fog taking control of the young children. The boys and girls do not seem like smiling and laughing children. Their actions are not of their own. The Monster smiles at the uncontrollable chaos that the mysterious fog has caused. The red eyed children, with their skin turning pale, are attacking one another. Some, of the children are trying to scratch off their own skin. Children screaming as they bashed in their own heads against garage doors, the curb, even a stop sign. The little kiddies scream out...*-_.~
Oblivion looks out of the the front passenger window, of the van and sees the thick fog taking control of the young children. The boys and girls do not seem like smiling and laughing children. Their actions are not of their own. The Monster smiles at the uncontrollable chaos that the mysterious fog has caused. The red eyed children, with their skin turning pale, are attacking one another. Some, of the children are trying to scratch off their own skin. Children screaming as they bashed in their own heads against garage doors, the curb, even a stop sign. The little kiddies scream out...*-_.~
Young boy: Help me!! HE-E-ELP!! I WANT MY MOMMY!! WHERE'S MY DAD?! I WANT MY DAD!!
~._-*The demeanor of the young boy changes, as his brow lowers and he begins to scowl. The boy proceeds to smash his head against a stone wall. Scrapes appear on the forehead, of the young boy. A small trickle of blood appears. No reaction, as the boy looks out with a glassy glare. within the thick fog, a loud siren is heard. Those children who were fighting and mutilating each other, stops. All of the kids walk together, as a group and proceed to wander the street, shuffling along. Blood begins to trickle out of their ears. The fog remains strong, as there are no signs of adults. No adults in sight. The huddle mass of children stop in the middle of a street and look up. With their mouths wide open and their eyes a glossy red, they proceed to squeal out an eerie hum, in unison.
The fog seems to shift a bit. The ground level fog is slowly thinning out. As the children, stand in the center of the street, the parents are finally found.... FACE DOWN IN THEIR OWN YARDS. A boy and girl, who seemed to be the aggressors of the two groups, are holding a head of one of their parents. Oblivion looks and smiles, as if IT were a proud parent. There is no explanation to the fog. But, The Monster is pleased that the children of this particular neighborhood, is doing the right thing and thinning out the herd. The fog proceeds to thin out and slowly dissipate, as the children just continue to walk away from the neighborhood, which they once called home. Oblivion looks to IT's left and sees a Monstrous Gathering member driving the van. The Monster looks to the back, of the van, IT sees The Gathering playing "SPIN THE HATCHET". The small hatchet spins around as everyone of The Gathering looks excited. The spin, of the hatchet, slows down and stops. The blade, of the hatchet is pointing at one the Gathering. The Gathering member hesitates, as the other Gathering members grunts and pushes the Gathering member. The hatchet is picked up. The crowd of red beady eyed little monsters squeal with delight, as another Gathering slices his forearm with the hatchet.
The Monster just shakes IT's head, as the van continues down the street, leaving the neighborhood. The Pet creeps in closer towards Oblivion.
The fog seems to shift a bit. The ground level fog is slowly thinning out. As the children, stand in the center of the street, the parents are finally found.... FACE DOWN IN THEIR OWN YARDS. A boy and girl, who seemed to be the aggressors of the two groups, are holding a head of one of their parents. Oblivion looks and smiles, as if IT were a proud parent. There is no explanation to the fog. But, The Monster is pleased that the children of this particular neighborhood, is doing the right thing and thinning out the herd. The fog proceeds to thin out and slowly dissipate, as the children just continue to walk away from the neighborhood, which they once called home. Oblivion looks to IT's left and sees a Monstrous Gathering member driving the van. The Monster looks to the back, of the van, IT sees The Gathering playing "SPIN THE HATCHET". The small hatchet spins around as everyone of The Gathering looks excited. The spin, of the hatchet, slows down and stops. The blade, of the hatchet is pointing at one the Gathering. The Gathering member hesitates, as the other Gathering members grunts and pushes the Gathering member. The hatchet is picked up. The crowd of red beady eyed little monsters squeal with delight, as another Gathering slices his forearm with the hatchet.
The Monster just shakes IT's head, as the van continues down the street, leaving the neighborhood. The Pet creeps in closer towards Oblivion.
Oblivion: WCF look around!! Look all around you!! The shift of power has happened. Things that once were, are not anymore. No more of the suffocating stranglehold that Sarah Twilight once had on WCF. That has changed. The winds of change are amongst us people!! Look all around you. Everyone will be effected. That includes you.... The Tator-dick of Hotdog City. That's right WCF, Mr. Logan a five time world champion... MY GOD FIVE TIMES!! The Moldy Hotdog of Make Believe has been reduced to nothing more than a comedy act, that desperately wants to a champion, of some kind. So, what does WCF do? With the combined wisdom from the WCF Creative team, they decided to "GIVE" the WCF Hardcore Championship to him. HIM?!?! Logan?! What has he done with that opportunity... JACK SHIT!! At least, Oblivion took those previous opportunities as hardcore champion and did glorious things with it. Logan hasn't done anything!! NOTHING!! BUPKIS!! That is why it is imperative that The Monster Oblivion become WCF Hardcore Champion, for the EIGHTH TIME!! The hardcore division is practically dead. Why is that?! That is all because of Logan, the limp dick hardcore champion!!
The hardcore division is SUPPOSED to be about ultra-violence, gore, and mayhem! Not what Logan made it out to be. Oblivion will save the WCF and the hardcore division from the cum stained, sticky grip of The Asshole of Connector City!! Logan you think YOU have a high tolerance of pain? The Oblivion doesn't no when to quit. Bloody gashes, dislocated elbows, it doesn't matter. You won't be able to keep The Monster down. Sunday night, Logan you WILL feel pain. One thing that has always bothered Oblivion about you, Logan, is that for someone who thinks is he all powerful and all knowing, you sure ended up being such an entitled little bitch!! You sir are an abuser and an manipulator. Actually, those traits IT does like about you. So, why give you the opportunity to become Hardcore Champion. You cannot commit to shit. No one can trust you. But yet, you are automatically given everything!! Well, come this Sunday at Slam, The Monster is taking something away from you, that means more to IT than it does to you.... THE WCF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP!! But, don't you worry your little scatter brained self none. We will meet up again at Timebomb. There will be 5 of us former World Champions, fighting it out with Jonny Fly, for another chance at the WCF World Heavyweight Championship!!
But, Slam comes first. So, sit there in your pile of neurotic and pretentious bullshit, thinking you have this one in the bag. You are confused and deranged if you think for one God damn second that you're walking away from The New Orleans Arena with that Hardcore Title. Listen to the people, Logan. The WCF Galaxy want Oblivion to destroy Logan! Hell, even the boys in the back wants Oblivion to kick your pathetic scrawny ass. So how are gonna respond, Logan. Will it be your standard blah-blah-blah.... SHUT UP-BOUDLE crap?! You're NOT dealing with a James Fatel. IT HAS what it takes to kick YOUR ass!! You talk about hardcore history, Oblivion has been Hell and back when it comes to that Hardcore Championship!! You know this... ma-aan!! Wars with Greenfever and Gravedigger. Matches at XIII. IT knows about pain.
Everyone knows about your issues. You're a masochist. IT likes that!! Someone who The Monster can scream with. You have a high tolerance to pain, as does Oblivion. That's good, too. It means The Monster gets to kick your ass a little bit longer, than IT would against any other Meatsack. Everyone, around here, knows that you are a complete fake and phony. You are not genuine. You practically phone in your behavior. Oh, you have the emotional behavior of a two year old. At first, it sounds like an ordinary insult. But, hear Oblivion out. Before IT continues, there is one thing that Oblivion needs to reflect on. You are so-o-o emotional stunted that you end up acting and sounding like Steve Urkel... "Did I do tha-a-at?" You're just a petulant child. Diarrhea of the mouth and plus you're just not that well wrapped together.
Now, before you go on calling Oblivion a hypocrite, The Monster knows IT is just... like... you.... Takes punishment well. Oblivion also doesn't get along with others and talks too damn much. But, you have a problem with sex. You have to stick your pecker into everything you see. That's a God damn fact!! Lucky for you, WCF has a great medical plan. You might as well get tested. You're a walking STD!! No wonder you act the way you do, Logan. Your brain is practically pudding. It's dissolving as we speak. Brain floating around in all of that infected fluids. IT's surprised that you can still walk and talk. So, go ahead and talk your shit, because Oblivion is way ahead of ya. The Monster knows all about IT's faults. So, go ahead and waste your and everyone else's time by telling us how bad Oblivion is gonna do, in the match. How much of a peanut butter boudle bitch Oblivion is. BLAH.... BLAH... BLAH... It's about time someone said it to you.....
SHUT... UP!!
Oblivion: WCF needs Oblivion to be hardcore champ, rather than you, Logan!! IT's more committed to the hardcore cause than you are. That's why, this Sunday, at Slam, The Monster will give truth to IT's name by showing you, that Oblivion is more hardcore than you can ever be!! OBLIVION IS A TRUE MONSTER AND BY THE END OF OUR MATCH, YOU WILL FIND OUT. And with that... Logan you can just SHUT... THE... HELL... UP!!
~._-*The Pet flips the camera around and looks right into the camera.*-_.~
The Pet: BITCH!!
The scene slowly fades out....
