Post by Oblivion on Feb 23, 2014 14:31:06 GMT -5
~._-*Total darkness is all around You. Completely surrounding You. Covering You. Suffocating You. Wrapped up inside some kind of tight cocoon, complete with a void of existence. No matter how many times You try to adjust your eyes, it's not going to change. You had a wonderful day, 24 hours ago. But, what happened? What happened since then? The last thing your eyes saw, as You slowly fell asleep, was darkness. You awoke and now all You still see IS darkness. It's ineffectual to fight and thrash around. No matter how many times You try to fight through, you remain held hostage to the mental paralysis that has taken over. You now lay there, not knowing what the Hell is going on. Feeling helpless and having absolutely NO CONTROL OVER YOUR SURROUNDINGS. Your heart is pounding... pounding... pounding to the point of cardiac arrest. Your hyper panic stricken breathing has now gotten You to the point of a panic attack. Not the typical "WAH! My life is crumbling around me" panic attack. "I'M TRAPPED INSIDE MY OWN MIND AND I CANNOT GET OUT!!" kind of panic attack. *-_.~
Franklin D. Roosevelt: The only thing we have to fear... IS FEAR ITSELF!!
A voice: HELP!! I'M TRAPPED!! I CAN'T MOVE!! I CAN'T FEEL MY LEGS!! I CANNOT SEE! WHERE AM I?! HELP?! WHY CAN'T ANYONE HEAR ME?! HEL-EL-ELP MEE-E-E-EE!!
Narrator: SHIT IS ABOUT TO GET REAL!! PRESSURE IS A BITCH!! A COMPLETE MENTAL OVERLOAD!! While others are preparing, with a tongue in cheek behavior, Oblivion is busting IT's ass for the upcoming World Title opportunity. Usually, a monster of this caliber, would not give a moment's notice or in this case... A FLYING SHIT or a RAT'S ASS to what those vomit-inducing Meatsacks are saying or doing. But, since this DOES involve Oblivion, The Monster is keeping a close eye on the other combatants. No matter how many times... OVER AND OVER AGAIN, being the typical predictive meat puppets, the other match participants are being, those brain-dead are completely over looking Oblivion. Like it or not, this match DOES involve The Monster Oblivion. Overlooked as a mental case. Just a hardcore wrestler. Everyone says... "Oblivion has been on the mountain top... ONCE." "Oblivion is stuck in the mucky-muck world of hardcore wrestling." "The Monster will never evolve into a true World Champion caliber wrestler."
The Monster Oblivion hears this. What would you all do, if you have this opportu-...WAIT!! Wait one God damn second!! Everyone of you, everyone of you mindless "monkey see-monkey do" dunce cretins will do what everyone else would do in this situation. The constant "blah-blah" boring bullshit. OH MY GOD... we all have heard is nothing but boring, BOR-OR-ORING insults coming from the other "Monkey boys". What they do not realize it's doing the complete opposite of they think it should be doing. What their continuous drab and dull comments are actually doing is completely motivating the Monster. Here is another World Championship opportunity, but this time it is against the best of the best!! Shall we go down the same road, as everyone has? Eliminate their credibility by announcing each one of their faults? Negatory. That's not necessary. By everyone else doing that, it is already a given what is wrong with everyone else. What their weaknesses are. It's been truly noted.
Now, the question that needs to be asked is... NOW WHAT?! WHAT NOW?! What else could those other puppet bitches say next? Will it be the same shit, that causes blood to seep out everyone's eyes and ears? We DO have a choice. We do not HAVE to hear them? We can choose to ignore them. But, we are talking about petulant children here. We ignore them and they cannot be the "center of the universe." They would wail, shout and maybe even cry for attention. But, we are treading on sensitive ground here. The critics would say the same thing about The Monster. But, Oblivion is completely different from the rest of them . That would include Jayson Price, Steve Orbit, Logan, Waylon Cash and of course Jonny Fly. We ARE talking about WCF. People tend to say the same garbage over and over again. Especially, if the ones that are saying it are the ones are sticking together like glue. Bros will be bros. But, what happens when an opportunity arises and they can be "The Best of the best"? Will some, of them, remain "BESTIES" or will their pursuit of happiness tear them apart?
Something tells me no. Being a part of a group, means no matter what happens.... YOU STAY AS A GROUP. Does everyone understand that?! Timebomb is not gonna change anything!! NOTHING!! "The Three Sisters" will stay together. NO MATTER WHAT!! So, once they get the taste of each other in their mouths, it becomes addictive. So, if one of them wins the World Championship... ALL-L-L OF THEM HAS WON THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! Now, it's time. Time for The Monster to go into Timebomb and do what everyone thinks IT can't do and that is... WIN!!
Dallas, Texas
Saturday February 22, 2014 6:14 P.M.
southwest Center Mall
~._-*Outside the Southwest Center Mall, there are several people standing around conversing, minding their business. Some of them are dealing with the bitching, whining and complaining from the non-smokers about them smoking so close to the mall entrance. But, it's not the couple of smokers around the trash can and cigarette disposable unit, that has irritated the shoppers at the Dallas mall.*-_.~
Man #1: HEY!! ASSHOLE!! WATCH OUT WHERE YOU ARE GOING?!
~._-*A massive beast of a man is stumbling through the crowd of "innocent" shoppers. A gaggle of barely dressed women are with him, as a couple of small people are holding camcorders, in their tiny little hands. The girls slowly twirl around, with their heads titled back and arms outward. With a glazed look over their pasty white, but beautiful faces, one of the girls begin to speak.*-_.~
Girl #1: We are the future of existence! WE ARE GUTTER TRASH AND PROUD OF IT!! There is no antidote for this resistance. If you don't like it... YOU CAN SUCK IT!!
~._-*A few women are clutching their small children close to them. a few men are glaring at the young ladies. But, the majority of the people are staring at the massive man who is wearing a hooded brown suede jacket with black leather sleeves. The massive beast drops to one knee and is grabbing his head, screaming out loud. The curious huddles around the massive man. You proceed to see a bright white light*-_.~
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
~._-*The light slowly evaporates and You descend into Total Madness. As You descend deeper to the darkest part of your own psyche, You begin to hear a gravelly, deep voice...*-_.~
The Darkness: Welcome home, Oblivion.
~._-*Oblivion looks up and sees a deformed version of Stephan Johnson.*-_.~
Oblivion: WHAT THE HELL?!?!
The Darkness: You see, Oblivion. Once I started taking my medications, I realized that I was the TRUE monster. My pain manifested into you, Oblivion. Rather than getting rid of you, it's just a lot simpler using you to create mayhem and chaos for my own selfish reason. The more pain and suffering I can cause for myself, you're the one that will physically feel it. Isn't that right, baby?
~._-*A visual of Stephan Johnson's dead wife, Stephanie appears. Instantly, the appearance of the dead wife causes pain to the body.*-_.~
Oblivion: UNGH!! SON OF A BITCH!!
~._-*The Darkness embraces Stephanie then grabs the back of her head and proceeds to peels the skin off her skull. Pulses of extreme anguish overcomes the body.*-_.~
A voice: CLEAR!!
ZAAAAPPP!!
~._-*The surrounding area violently pulses. The returning Darkness Dwellers scream as they grab the sides of their heads.*-_.~
Oblivion: UNGH!! WHAT THE FUCK?!
Stephanie: I missed you Stephan!!
The Darkness: As you can see Oblivion, I'm IN control now!! NOT YOU!! PAYBACK IS A MOTHERFUCKER... ISN'T IT?!
A voice: CLEAR!!
ZAAAAPPP!!
The Darkness: OW!! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!
A voice: ONE MORE TIME!! CLEAR!!
ZAAAAPPP!!
Darkness Dwellers: AHHHHHHHHHH!! MAKE IT STOP!! MAKE IT STOP!!
Oblivion: UNGH!! Stephan, as long as Oblivion is controlling the body... NO ONE CAN STOP IT?! Not the government!! Not the God damn F.B.I!! Not even The Facility!! They can search for Oblivion all they want, they will not capture The Monster!! IT WILL MAINTAIN CONTROL... NOT YOU-OU-OU-U-U!! FUCK YOU STEPHAN!! FU-U-UCK YOU-U-U!!
A voice: THERE IS MOVEMENT!! ONE MORE TIME!! CLEAR!!
ZAAAAPPP!!
The Darkness: OW!! SCREW THIS!! OBLIVION I RELEASE YOU!!
A voice: I think he's responding!! Everyone stand back!!
~._-*The surrounding darkness slowly evaporates, as a blinding bright light appears. It is a pen light, being held by a paramedic.*-_.~
A Paramedic: Hey there!! We thought we lost you there for a second!!
~._-*Oblivion looks up with his pale colored eyes. the paramedic gets startled by the look from The Monster. Oblivion quickly sits up. The other paramedics try to hold down Oblivion, who just lunges up, throwing everyone aside. Ripping off the monitor sensors, from IT's chest, throws everyone aside, who gets in IT's way. By this time, while Oblivion was in The Darkness, The Monster didn't realize IT's own actions, which caused the police to be called.*-_.~
A man: MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!! HE'S NOW MOVING!!
~._-*As Oblivion walks forward, while paramedics are trying to keep providing The Monster medical help, Oblivion screams out while grabbing random people.*-_.~
Oblivion: PRI-I-ICE!! CAA-A-A-ASH!! OO-OR-RBI-I-IT!! LOO-O-OGA-A-AN! BOUDLE BITCH!!
A man: Boudle bitch?! What the Hell is a boudle bitch?!
~._-*Several Gathering members scatter all over, grabbing people by their crotches.*-_.~
The Gathering: BOUDLE BITCHES-BOUDLE BITCHES!!
Oblivion: JO-O-ONY FLY!! FLY!! FLY-Y-Y!! THE MONSTER IS COMING FOR YOU!!
~._-*Sirens are blaring, as the sounds of guns being raised, being pointed right at The Monster.*-_.~
Police Officer: STOP WHERE YOU'RE AT!
~._-*The Vixens slowly approach the police officer.*-_.~
Police Officer: STOP!!!
~._-*people scream out as Monstrous Gathering rush out from out of nowhere and proceed to choke out the police, from behind.*-_.~
The Gathering: YOUR ASSES JUST GOT YANKED!! BITCHEESS-S-S!!
~._-*More police arrive...*-_.~
Police Officer: STOP OR WE WILL HAVE TO USE OUR TASERS!!
ZAAAAPPP!!
~._-*Oblivion gets zapped by the tasers and The Monster just laughs, as IT pulls out the metal prongs out from IT's skin.*-_.~
Police Officer: SHIT!!
~._-*The commotion has stirred a lot of attention, as more police arrive, medical personnel and television station crews arrive. Oblivion notices one camera-crew. The Monster approaches the cameraman, who slightly steps back. that just infuriates Oblivion, who just grabs the camera.*-_.~
Oblivion: People, you want relevancy?! You wanna see what is relevant?! MEATSACKS!! YES YOU FIVE ASSHOLES, WHO HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO THAT PISS OFF YOUR WORST CASE SCENARIO!! You claim that you're doing nothing more than stating the facts. But, what you're actually doing is... in all plain terms... MOTIVATING THE MONSTER. "YOU CANNOT WIN!! YOUR CHANCES ARE SLIM AND NONE!! JUST GIVE UP THE DAMN FIGHT!!" FUCK YOU!! THAT'S OBLIVION'S RESPONSE TO ALL OF YOU BITCHES!! FU-U-UCK YOU-OU-OU!! Are you five really pretending to be smart? Or is that the stench coming from the accumulated clusterfuck of Price, Fly, and Orbit? everything you five have said has a resemblance of constant noise. THE SAME SHIT OVER AND OVER AGAIN!! Again, yes IT knows. IT KNOWS!! Oblivion can be guilty of that too. So, what the fuck go ahead and announce THAT to the world too. You five have been quite predictable of late. Will that be rolling over into the match, as well. Will the "Three Bitch sisters" get along or will their greed for personal glory get in their way. It's just Oblivion that IT has to rely on.
So, keep the constant nonsense coming fellas. IT IS EXPECTING IT!! Anymore insults you ladies wanna keep hurling in IT's direction? IT'll be waiting. TICK TOCK GIRLS!! Fly your championship reign is about to end?! You will knock off the Killer Queen, the WCF World Heavyweight Champion Jonny Fly?! Fly better watch your back. You actually have more enemies than friends, in the match. Even then, your "friends" want what you have. So, good luck in trying to concentrate in the match!! With that, you bitches can just CHOKE... ON... THAT!!
~._-*Oblivion points out to the crowd and some of them scream out....*-_.~
Several people: BITCHES!!
Police Officer: YOU!! STOP RIGHT THERE!!
~._-*A van pulls up, at the corner. Several people run out, of the van...*-_.~
Police Officer: Everyone scatter!! Protect yourselves!!
BANG!!
~._-*A few flash grenades were set off, scattering several people. Glass windows, of stores were blown off, glass shattering everywhere. People huddled together, as there are loud blood-curdling screams everywhere. As smoke clears, tires squeal and the black van drives away. department stores are slightly damaged, as some people have minimal damage of the effects of shattered glass. Oblivion is nowhere around. people are looking, with confused looks on their faces. the black van squeals around the corner and Oblivion screams out of the window.*-_.~
Oblivion: WCF, like it or not you all getting a new World Champion!! Pantheon ain't gonna do shit!! OBLIVION YOUR NEW WORLD CHAMPION!!
~._-*the van speeds off, as police cruiser chase after the van.*-_.~
