The Preparation for Compositional Productivity

[Oblivion]

~._-*Nothing to hear. Nothing to see. Your visuals are adjusting, as your ears are about to prove that You, may NOT be alone. Your visuals jump. With your scattered breathing, your heart skips a beat. Your hearing just betrayed you. The horrific voice of The Monster is heard...*-_.~

Oblivion: Now that The Monster has given IT's mask to a great cause, this blue, white and red paint has been chipped and is currently pealing. Physical appearances doesn't matter to The God of Insanity. It's the gooey sticky red center of each and every Meatsack that matters most. There are those who are too afraid to what... what, chip a nail. Break a sweat. Or even, better yet.... BLEED. The precious looks of each and every Meatsack might get damaged. Vanity is a sin!! Don't you know? But, this Friday... FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH. The holiest of all holy nights. This will be the night of the beginning of MAE'R CYNNYDD O FFORDD O CRAIDD CALED.... THE RISE OF THE WAY OF HARDCORE.

The Monster takes claim at IT's old throne. The Hardcore Icon must walk up those stairs of opportunity and come out the victor in an HOUSE OF 1000 LIGHT TUBES MATCH! This will determine who will hold the #1 contendership for the WCF Hardcore Championship. A THOUSAND LIGHT TUBES. Here's the most interesting point, that all would usually miss... Once a fluorescent tube breaks or shatters, mercury dust flies everywhere. This will inhabit throughout the ring and partially of the ringside area. Three potential victims of circumstance will try to trust their visual prowess. Out of the four, who is willing to give their mind, body and soul for a chance at the WCF Hardcore Championship? Oblivion will be ready. The Monster lives for this shit!! Alex Richards claims he is. He "thinks" he is. Switchfever. It looks like he's ready. But, are we sure he is? How can we tell? What about Marc Mayhem? Is HE ready? He will claim he is. But, he might be saying just what Logan demands of him.

But, who can truly say they are ready for 1000 fluorescent light tubes?! So, this Friday at THIRTEEN, fluorescent light tubes are at the disposal for everyone to use. It's now time!! It's time for Oblivion to go back to IT's true roots..... HARDCORE WRESTLING!! GOOD TIMES FOR OBLIVION... BUT BAD TIMES FOR THE REST. GET READY KIDDIES, THE DARKNESS IS COMING.

~._-*Oblivion grabs for the left side of IT's neck with IT's right hand. The Monster grabs the right side with IT's left bloody hand.....*-_.~

SPEEEEEEEWW!!

~`*BLUE HAZE MIST*'~

~._-*The mist slowly fades away, as does the lingering darkness. All is seen is just several skipping feet. All is heard is simple singing.*-_.~

LAA-LA!! LA... LA... LA!!

LAA-LA!! LA... LA... LA!!

LAA-LA!! LA... LA... LA!!

~._-*Several black and white sneakers are skipping, while the singing continues. Your visuals slowly pan up. You begin to observe, beginning with the sneakers then you see multi-colored thick vertical striped thigh socks. Visuals slowly pan up and you then see a very short skirt. Short enough you can see the black t-back underwear. Your visuals continue to pan up and now You see an unbuttoned open white blouse, flapping in the night's breeze, exposing a black sports bra, containing a pair of voluptuous breasts. As your contained visual expand outward, You see several other young females, dressed the same, skipping. One young lady is leading the pack and she is holding a recently deceased cat. Tossing it around, by it's tail, as the group of young ladies skip in unison. One young female is holding a shovel.

Several feet behind the pack of young females is a woman, who leads these girls, called The Vixens. Her name is Melissa. The H.B.I.C.... THE HEAD BITCH IN CHARGE!! Melissa continues to also skip in unison with the rest of the Vixens, but she too is dragging something behind her. This annoying bitch doesn't deserve a name. She doesn't know when to stop bitching, whining, or complaining. *-_.~

Annoying bitch: WHISKERS!! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING WHISKERS?!

~._-*Mellisa doesn't miss a beat. She continues to skip, not responding to the young woman, she is dragging behind her, by the hair. The Vixens get to a certain point in a field. While the shovel holding Vixen begin to dig a hole, in the ground, Melissa takes the annoying screaming young woman and ties her up to a tree. The young woman watches as The Vixen proceed to bury her now deceased cat.*-_.~

Annoying bitch: WHISKEEEEEEERRRRRS!!

~._-*Mellisa grabs the annoying bitch by her face.*-_.~

Melissa: You better shut the fuck up and you better do it... NOOOOOOOOOOWWW!!!

~._-*One of the Vixens grabs the cat and holds it up to her face, as several Vixens proceed to lick and nibble on the dead cat. The tied up girl screams out.*-_.~

Melissa: Now!! That's how you lick and eat a pussy!!

~._-*The Vixens finish burying the cat, when a black van rushes up. Oblivion is sitting in the front passenger seat. Keith is driving and Dark Reb is sitting in the back seat.*-_.~

Oblivion: Hurry up girls. They're gonna start without us.

~._-*The Vixens walk away from the burial site. The annoying bitch continues to wail and bawl. Melissa slowly walks past the annoying bitch....*-_.~

sliiiiiice...

~._-*The young woman begins to choke as blood proceeds to flow out of the slit across her throat. The woman is slowly becoming limp, but the chain is holding her up. Melissa walks up to the young woman and proceeds to run a finger through the blood and licks her finger, before licking the face of the dying young woman. Melissa runs towards a screaming Oblivion. The Vixens are now in the van, which speeds off quickly.*-_.~

SEVERAL MINUTES LATER

~._-*The van screeches up in front of a local hardware store, where The Gathering are already ransacking the place, gathering up several fluorescent light tubes.*-_.~

Melissa: AWWWWWWWW MAN!! THEY STARTED WITHOUT US!!

~._-*The Vixens are impatiently wiggling around, looking, staring at Oblivion, waiting for the right time to....*-_.~

Oblivion: Okay girls, you may go. Have fun!! Grab all the fluorescent bulbs you can grab.

~._-*Before The Monster finished IT's sentence, The Vixens already bolted out of the van, squealing with extreme evil delight. Oblivion talks to Keith, formally El Angel Oscuro.*-_.~

Oblivion: alright Keith, before we go in there. You know what to do if any of the employees or the store manager gets out of hand?

~._-*Keith cocks the shotgun.*-_.~

Oblivion: Good.

~._-*Oblivion and Keith leave the van and enters the hardware store.*-_.~

BOOM!! BLAST!!

Keith: NOONE FUCKING MOVES OR I'LL BLAST EVERY FUCKING GOD DAMN ONE OF YOU!!

Dark Reb: Make one move and I'll send you back to a place that you will be never heard from again!!

Oblivion: THAT'S RIGHT BITCHES!! SNATCH AND GRAB!!

Store manager: HEY WHAT YOU DOING?!

Oblivion: Keith!!

~._-*Keith cocks the shotgun and holds it under the chin of the scared store manager. The Gathering and The vixen gather up several dozen fluorescent light tubes. Sirens are off in the distance. *-_.~

Oblivion: 30 SECONDS!! LET'S GOOOO!!

~._-*The sirens are getting closer, as The Gathering and The Vixen finish gathering up the light tubes.*-_.~

Oblivion: 10 SECONDS!! LET'S GOOOO!!

~._-*The Vixens and The Gathering bolt out of the store as the sirens of the police are just a couple blocks away. As Keith and Oblivion proceed to leave the store, the manage screams out...*-_.~

Store Manager: I hope they catch all of your asses. I'm gonna prosecute you all!!

~._-*Keith quickly turns around and shoot at the store manager, but misses. The store manager scared to death, just pissed himself. Melissa skips past the store manager, points and laughs.*-_.~

Melissa: HA-HA!! YOU PEE-PEED YOUR PANTS!! HA-HA!!

~._-*Melissa skips out of the store, as everyone is yelling at her to hurry the hell up. She gets into the van, as the police show. The van speeds off.*-_.~

ONE HOUR LATER

~._-*All of the fluorescent light tubes are set up and are lit up. Oblivion is standing in the center of the light, dipping into a bucket grabbing a rat one by one and smashing them against the red hot light tubes. The rats scream out, before burning to death. the smell is horrendous.*-_.~

Oblivion: The smell of rodent flesh burning is absolutely yummy!

~._-*Oblivion peels off the charred flesh off one of the light tubes and proceeds to eat the flesh of the dead rat.*-_.~

Oblivion: MMMMM!! Taste like chicken!! I wonder what the other three asshats are gonna taste like once they get their skin burns. Marc Mayhem's charred skin will taste like... like... melted cheese. Weak ass fat-free skim milk kind of cheese, with a pungency of Limburger. Apocalypse's skin will be HOT and Spicy!! It will mix well with the salty water down taste of Mayhem's skin. Now, does Oblivion dare wonder what the skin of Switchfever will taste like? The hybrid of moldy bruised skin. The smell!! OH MY GOD!! THE SMELL WOULD BE... BE.. JUST WONDERFUL!! Knowing that the skin of Switches the clown and Greenfever burning will be out of this world. Imagine the burning bacteria on his skin. Crawling around screaming out in agonizing pain. It would be a victory alone just to see Switchfever get zapped!

ZZAP-ZAP!!

~._-*Oblivion picks the dead flies off the floor and peels off another piece of dead rat meat and The Monster swallows both up.*-_.~

Oblivion: MM-MMM!! Good!! Just like what momma used to make!! This match alone is what people are gonna talk about. It all depends if everything fell into place correctly. 1000 fluorescent light tubes that all we need for a good ol' fashion bar-b-cue!! Everything has been leading up to this!! To this match. The Monster is coming back home to the world of Hardcore and Oblivion is kicking everyone out!! It won't matter to who is holding the Hardcore title. Albeit Bobby Cairo, ICE Beckman, or even Jay Omega. Every opportunity in a hardcore style match has gotten IT prepared.

Now, there will some assholes who will be bitchin'... Oblivion has lost in the last few hardcore style matches. Maybe The Monster has lost IT's touch!! No, you damn meatsack ass hats worry about wins and losses. The Monster worries about hurting people. Now, it would be nice to get another chance at the hardcore championship. To win it for the record of nine times!! Oblivion is never afraid of being burned. Look at IT's body!! Look at the burns and scar. They are IT's trophies! This will NOT be a walk in the park! This match will not be for the faint of heart. This match will be terrifying. Bloody and disgusting!! the smell of burnt skin will be everywhere!! Standing tall, at the end of the match will be The God of Insanity. The Hardcore ICON and the next NEW WCF HARDCORE CHAMPION.... OBLIVION!! With all the burnt skin hanging around all your blubbering whiney ass bitch boys... with all that hanging skin.... YOU CAN CHOKE.... ON THAT!!

WCF get ready to celebrate!! Oblivion is gonna win the number contender's match!! Everyone is invited to the bar-b-cue!! Everyone bring their penicillin.

~._-*As the light bulbs flicker, watching the flies meet their demise, Oblivion continues to munch on the leftover rat meat.*-_.~