Post by Oblivion on Dec 6, 2015 2:25:34 GMT -5
~._-*A dark colored delivery truck stops at an unscheduled location. The driver exits the truck, from a sliding door, from the passenger side. The door open lock is flipped up, keeping the door from slamming closed. The driver had been having problems with that "stupid door".
The delivery employee pulls out a metal ramp, from a slot, under the sliding side door. The ramp is dropped on the small patch of grass, that is in-between the curb and sidewalk.
The driver reenters the van, grabbing a cart, which has a Visio television and a Blu-Ray disc player on it. The driver pushes the cart down the ramp and up to two glass doors. Above the doors, in fluorescent colors... BEACHKREW CORP. There is a keypad next to the doors...*-_.~
The driver: Oh yea. That's right.
~._-*The delivery driver pulls out a small piece of paper with a code on it. As the property IS an important location. It holds extra sensitive top secret information.
The entrance code is changed every hour, on the hour. As the code is punched in, a soft buzzer is heard, along with a hard click. The piece of paper is placed back in the top left pocket, of the uniform.
The double front doors are opened and the cart is pushed inside. The doors make a soft "whooshing" sound, as it closes. With a click, the door is now locked and the alarm has been set. The cart is pushed down the hallway. The delivery driver is muttering under his breath.*-_.~
Delivery Driver: Room five. Room five. Where is... Ahhh... There it is. Here we go. Room five.
~._-*The door is locked. The driver sighs and temporarily lets go, of the cart. The driver dips into another pocket and pulls out another piece of paper, with another code on it.
The code is punched in. A click is heard. The piece of paper is placed back in the front right pocket, of the slacks.
The delivery driver slowly walks in. He sees a space with Oblivion's name on it. It's the only space with anyone's name on it. The word Beachkrew is seen several times.
There is a small spot where there is a small sign taped, indicating where the delivery should be placed.... PLACE DELIVERY HERE. Once the television and the Blu-Ray disc player have been placed down, the delivery driver proceeds to leave.
Delivery Driver: First it was that big ass super computer delivered. What the Hell does D.A.R.K. mean anyways? Now, I had to deliver this TV and disc player. What the Hell IS this place?!
TWO HOURS LATER
~._-*Heavy footsteps are heard, mixed in with several softer footsteps. Three WCF employed cameramen scatter around, recording the movement of The Monster Guardian of the Brocean, walking down the hallway.
The Dark Messiah notices a large display of the word... #BEACHKREW. While walking, OblivSEAon places IT's meaty dirty clawed hand on the large word display.
IT's hands, gloved and battered. Nails painted black and long, with stains of old blood. Fingers thick and long, almost with a skeletal look.
Oblivion begins to hear voices, which causes The God of Insanity to stop abruptly. The Monster sticks a finger in IT's right ear, wiggling it around ferociously.
With the same hand, Oblivion smacks the side of IT's own head. The Dark One realized the voices weren't in the head of Oblivion.
Oblivion continues walking. The Brocean Protector comes to a door and punches in a code, to enter the main section, the core of one of Beachkrew HQ. The Monster enters the office like surroundings, noticing who were the voices IT heard, just a few moments ago...
Beachkrew bros WCF World Heavyweight Champion Wade Moor and Johnny Rabid. Instantly, OblivSEAon has caught the attention of the two.
As The Monster walks into the room, IT noticed the very large super computer already set up. The computer system is a duplicate of the one that is located at IT's gated lair. The system named D.A.R.K.(Distributing Acquiring Retrieval Knowledge)
The system is set up with several anti-viral programs, anti-detection and several spyware programs. System also has easy access into Federal sites, without detection. Firewall destructive programs.
Both Wade Moor and Johnny Rabid continues to watch, curiously at Oblivion, who goes into motion of setting up a information retrieval program. Oblivion scans through Purse personal information...
OblivSEAon: Well, it looks like his precious is about to produce another precious. That newborn, would make an excellent trophy on IT's mantle.
~._-*Both Moor and Rabid slightly silently chuckle, with a hand over their mouths.*-_.~
Johnny Rabid: Daaaaamn!! That's sick!!
Wade Moor: That's OblivSEAon!!
~._-*Oblivion looks to IT's right, at a camera...*-_.~
Oblivion: Hey Jeffey!! Make sure that Kari? Is that the baby maker's name? Don't matter. SHE don't matter. Once she gives birth, she's ruined. Done.
Shit, you should throw her away. Toss her aside. Hole big enough to fist fuck her. Hell, even before she gives birth. Better get a DNA test done.
How you know that abortion-shouldofbeen is even yours?! HA!! Do you trust your Pantheon brethren? What about Hank Brown? Look at you, like she has taste.
All Hank would have to do is give her a piece of bologna and a Cracker Jack ring, she would rush right into him with open arms. She would whisper in his ear... "Jeff who?"
That's what the crowd will say. That's what WCF is gonna say. Hell, that's what your so called friends are gonna say... JEFF WHO?! But, before IT gets methodical. Hell, surgical with IT's words, let's take a lookey at the information, on the computer here. IT's sure, even on the internet, you won't find much information about you.
You can use all kinds of search engines. If you do just a simple blah-blah-blah search, you'll find the standard several Jeff Purse information. But, the chances of it being you, is microscopic. Let's take a look...
1. Jeff Purse... Vice President... Customer Success... FirstRain
2. Jeff Purse... Director... Sales Engineering... West of Avaya Inc.
3. Jeff Purse... Instagram... @jpurxxxx... bdouglas... kevinb... solly.
4. Jeff Purse... American Championship Wrestling... Jay Omega.
5. Jeff Purse... Sin City Wrestling... Tyson Strong... Alex Richards... Gravedigger
OblivSEAon: Hell, if IT continued looking at all of the search engines, seeing the same repetitive information over and over and over again, IT would of passed out from boredom. Even your information sucks.
By looking at Kari, looks like she does too. Too bad she's used goods. IT bets, after Oblivion speaks, as you wait and hear what Oblivion says, that is the only way... THE ONLY FUCKING WAY you're could go into the match at Slam.
With our pre-match debating conversation. You want the last word. Thinking it gives your statement more value... PUSSY ASS PURSE!! We all wonder, what makes Pantheon tick?
Does your boys wait in line, to fuck you up the ass, while they look at a poster sized picture of your naked pregnant wife?
You don't even complain that they look at her. Hell, they are the ones that complain. Bitching about their dicks falling out of your stinkhole, so they have to squeeze your ass cheeks together, so they can have a remote chance of friction.
Days ago, you thought, some people thought you had a somewhat remote chance of a victory. Now, your chance of winning is barely slim and none. You're done.
Hell, IT would of said that The Monster would put boots to your ass, but Oblivion is afraid that IT's foot would slip and get stuck inside your anal cavity.
You'll be writhing around, in euphoric nirvana. Popping off one after another. So, let's not go there.
Since joining Beachkrew, don't you think it's rather ironic, a new life has been resurrected. OblivSEAon has pride... The Monster obtained new confidence!!
We step inside that ring. IT will overlook you. No seriously, standing face to face, look right over you. Let's get right to it. What you gonna say? What?!
Ohhh... Oblivion sucks. That's typical bullshit. Um what else you gonna say. Um, okay... The last time Oblivion was relevant was when IT feuded with Gravedigger. Or yea, better than that?!
Um, it's been two years since The Monster held a championship and that was what tag titles with Richards or the Television championship?
Whatever you say, it's been said. Are you gonna be known as a broken record? Rehashing old information that people already said? Has WCF gotten that low, that the WCF Galaxy will give you credit for repetitive bullshit?!
Fuck that. Better yet, fuck you. Fuck Pantheon!! Long live Beachkrew!! The Agent of Brotection is done talking about your boring pussy-ass.
~._-*Oblivion shifts around, to look straight into the camera, with a real hard look.*-_.~
OblivSEAon: It's not going to matter, what your response is going to be. It's NOT wishful thinking. Oblivion is gonna kick your stinkin' teeth in!! With no teeth, you'll be more valuable to Pantheon.
At least, it will put a smile on your boys' faces. IT thinks, yea IT's done talking about you. How do you feel now? You basically had your battered ass handed to you, verbally. This Sunday, Oblivion is gonna hand you your ass to you, physically.
So, do IT a big favor and when you go get consolation from your fat-ass wife, stick a couple of fingers up her ass and a tongue down her throat for The Monster.
So, the only thing left to be said is... After you get humiliated by yours truly, the only thing you can do is... CHOKE ON TH... NAAAAHHHHH! Bye, Felicia!!!
~._-*After finishing talking, Oblivion pushes the cameraman away. IT stands up, turns around and sees Rabid and Moor's beet red faces, trying to hold in their laughter. Standing next to each other, they are holding each other up, from collapsing of hysterical exhaustion.
The Monster just walks past them and grabs for a couple of bags, one smaller than the other. OblivSEAon sits back down, proceed to open the larger bag. The Dark Messiah grabs for Blu-Ray disc and proceed to play it.
Cocktail begins to play. Oblivion plays a wave crashing, seagull cawing CD. The Monster lights a sand scented candle, ocean scented candle, and sun tan lotion scented candle. Basic island music is being played. With a huge grin across IT's face.
Oblivion is ready to celebrate. Both Rabid and Moor looks cautiously and away, as The Monster pulls out a black sack. Out of the black sack, The Mobster pulls out a pinkie finger sized glass vial.
The vial is opened, OblivSEAon pulls out very small tiny spoon. Dipping the spoon into the white powder. After two quick snorts, Oblivion put the vial away.
In IT's right hand is...*-_.~
Johnny Rabid: Are those aspirins?
~._-*The items have Mitsubishi symbols on them. Oblivion pops them in his mouth and chases it with three large swigs of whiskey and Redbull. The God of Absolution looks at Moor and Rabid, winks, takes two more gulps of whiskey and Redbull.
IT grabs both sides of his own head, before violently shaking IT's head, screaming, then abruptly stops.
Oblivion looks around very paranoid, before pulling out a cigarette case. IT opens it up and grabs a decent sized joint. The Monster lights up the joint, taking three HUGE hits, holding the last hit, turning IT's face red.
Oblivion violently exhaling, coughing till he turned purple. After coughing up a storm, the pupils, of the eyes of The Dark Messiah begin to enlarge.
What seemed like just a few minutes, it actually was 15 to 20 minutes. Oblivion sits back and tokes again off the joint. Once he grabs the joint and moves IT's hand, away from IT's face,
The Monster watches the fingers wiggle. Oblivion sits mesmerized as IT's left hand attaches itself to his face and screams, before passing out.
Wade Moor: What the fuck was that?!
Johnny Rabid is laughing. Oblivion is not moving. Both Moor and Rabid look at each other, before walking closer to a passed out Monster. OblivSEAon muttering, as IT's arms twitch and the right foot rapidly shakes.
The two get even closer to Oblivion, who grabs both Wade Moor and Johnny Rapid. Oblivion screams out which cause both Moor and Rapid to scream hysterically. Rapid tries to leave...*-_.~
Johnny Rapid: Forget this!! Oblivion freaks me out!!
Wade Moor: Get back here!!
~._-*Moor grabs Rabid, by the back, of his shirt and spins him around. Oblivion shouts out...*-_.~
Oblivion: Pantheon paints Purse purple and puts viking horns on him! Purse dresses like a woman and Logan sticks hotdogs up his ass!! Logan pets Purse, calling him Katherine The White Lilly!!
~._-*Oblivion chugs more whiskey pops more ecstasy. Hiccups and abruptly passes out...*-_.~
Narrator: This is when things get a little weird!!
~._-*As The God of Insanity slips into IT's subconscious... "Painted black" by The Rolling Stones begins to echo...
Mechanical voice: Phase One... ... ...ACTIVATED!! PENETRATE SUBJECT'S MIND!!! TEN... NINE...
Mechanical voice: STATUS CODE 200.... REQUEST RESPONSE: SEVEN... SIX...
Mechanical voice: STATUS CODE 201.... REQUEST FULFILLED!! CREATING INFORMATION... FIVE... FOUR...
Mechanical voice: STATUS CODE 202... PROCESSING INFORMATION!! THREE... TWO...
Mechanical voice: STATUS CODE 203... INFORMATION INPUT!! ONE... ONe... One... one... ne... e...
~._-*The odors of sulfur and burning flesh overtakes your senses. You begin to hear maniacal laughter over horrific screaming.
You proceed to open your eyes and see Lucifer pulling the entire left eye, of Adolf Hitler, by it's nerve endings through a gaping hole in the back of his head.
Satan just happened to look up to see if the nipple clamp were holding, when he sees his newest favorite pupil... The Monster Oblivion.
Satan: Obi... Obi... My favorite earthly son. What a surprise!! What is the reason for this terrific surprise?
OblivSEAon: What's the possibility of giving Jeff Purse an aneurysm in lower digestive tract?!
Satan: Ouuu... A lower poo-poo boom-boom. One of my favorites. How about when Purse drinks his next strawberry smoothie, he hiccups, smoothie flies out both nostrils, he develops a deviated septum and hair lip.
Every time he tries to sing, he'll sound like a squirrel choking on it's own vomit. Kari laughs so hard, she quickly goes into labor, bleeding out, remembered she had Taco Bell earlier, farts explosively.
She shits herself. The baby shoots out of her gaping snarling vajay-jay. The baby slaps against the wall, flopping down, against the wall, like one of those sticky octopus'.
Oblivion: Speaking of smoothies, IT forgot to mention to Purse for them to keep the after birth. It's good in stews and sauces. Also good for lube too. You know dry those dead bitches can get?
Satan: Tell me about it! Trying to screw Marilyn Monroe without lube is horrible. The tears from California don't even work. It was nice for you to visit, but I need to get ready for a new arrival.
From what I heard, he's a real piece. A burnt out rocker named Scott. Gotta decorate this place purple and play Interstate Love Song. Buh-bye. HEY!! HEY!! OBLIVION... OBLIVION WAKE UP!!
~._-*Slowly, the image of The Monster fades out, as the essence of sulfur weakens, as does the primal screams. The song "Sympathy for the Devil" by The Rolling Stones begin to play, as The Monster ascends into consciousness. The temperature decreases, as Oblivion lunges up grabbing Wade Moor, screaming...*-_.~
Oblivion: PHILADELPHIA 76ERS DEFEATS GOLDEN STATE WARRIORS FOUR GAMES TO NIL IN THE NBA FINALS!!
~._-*Wade Moor slaps The Monster, who observes Johnny Rabid freaking the fuck out...*-_.~
Johnny Rabid: Holy shit, OblivSEAon!! You were snapping your arms in all kinds of contorted ways. You sitting upside down backwards, trying to climb the walls, like a cracked out spider. Talking to Lucifer about making smoothies out of after birth. What the fuck... DUDE!!
Oblivion: Jeff Purse has always pissed me off. Cocky little fucker. Good kick in his garbanzo beans is what he needs. After Sunday, he will... WILL be the joke of Pantheon. After beating Purse, might get some celebratory pussy from his girl...
Wade Moor: Oblivion!! Really?! Butt sex, eating after birth. Talking with the devil. Cocaine, hell you drank an entire fifth of whiskey. Digested four ecstasy Mitsubishis. Two bumps of coke and you're telling us, that as of Sunday night, you wanna have sex with a over pregnant woman?
Oblivion: Sure. Why not?! Pussy IS pussy!! Wait, what the Hell?!
~._-*Oblivion grabs into his right pants pocket and shows Wade and Johnny...*-_.~
Wade/Johnny: Holy shit!! What the Fu...?!
~._-*Oblivion looks down at the contents, that is in his right hand... An eye with dangling nerve endings. The Monster turns to the camera with a drug crazed look...*-_.~
OblivSEAon: BITCHEEEEESSS!!!
The delivery employee pulls out a metal ramp, from a slot, under the sliding side door. The ramp is dropped on the small patch of grass, that is in-between the curb and sidewalk.
The driver reenters the van, grabbing a cart, which has a Visio television and a Blu-Ray disc player on it. The driver pushes the cart down the ramp and up to two glass doors. Above the doors, in fluorescent colors... BEACHKREW CORP. There is a keypad next to the doors...*-_.~
The driver: Oh yea. That's right.
~._-*The delivery driver pulls out a small piece of paper with a code on it. As the property IS an important location. It holds extra sensitive top secret information.
The entrance code is changed every hour, on the hour. As the code is punched in, a soft buzzer is heard, along with a hard click. The piece of paper is placed back in the top left pocket, of the uniform.
The double front doors are opened and the cart is pushed inside. The doors make a soft "whooshing" sound, as it closes. With a click, the door is now locked and the alarm has been set. The cart is pushed down the hallway. The delivery driver is muttering under his breath.*-_.~
Delivery Driver: Room five. Room five. Where is... Ahhh... There it is. Here we go. Room five.
~._-*The door is locked. The driver sighs and temporarily lets go, of the cart. The driver dips into another pocket and pulls out another piece of paper, with another code on it.
The code is punched in. A click is heard. The piece of paper is placed back in the front right pocket, of the slacks.
The delivery driver slowly walks in. He sees a space with Oblivion's name on it. It's the only space with anyone's name on it. The word Beachkrew is seen several times.
There is a small spot where there is a small sign taped, indicating where the delivery should be placed.... PLACE DELIVERY HERE. Once the television and the Blu-Ray disc player have been placed down, the delivery driver proceeds to leave.
Delivery Driver: First it was that big ass super computer delivered. What the Hell does D.A.R.K. mean anyways? Now, I had to deliver this TV and disc player. What the Hell IS this place?!
TWO HOURS LATER
~._-*Heavy footsteps are heard, mixed in with several softer footsteps. Three WCF employed cameramen scatter around, recording the movement of The Monster Guardian of the Brocean, walking down the hallway.
The Dark Messiah notices a large display of the word... #BEACHKREW. While walking, OblivSEAon places IT's meaty dirty clawed hand on the large word display.
IT's hands, gloved and battered. Nails painted black and long, with stains of old blood. Fingers thick and long, almost with a skeletal look.
Oblivion begins to hear voices, which causes The God of Insanity to stop abruptly. The Monster sticks a finger in IT's right ear, wiggling it around ferociously.
With the same hand, Oblivion smacks the side of IT's own head. The Dark One realized the voices weren't in the head of Oblivion.
Oblivion continues walking. The Brocean Protector comes to a door and punches in a code, to enter the main section, the core of one of Beachkrew HQ. The Monster enters the office like surroundings, noticing who were the voices IT heard, just a few moments ago...
Beachkrew bros WCF World Heavyweight Champion Wade Moor and Johnny Rabid. Instantly, OblivSEAon has caught the attention of the two.
As The Monster walks into the room, IT noticed the very large super computer already set up. The computer system is a duplicate of the one that is located at IT's gated lair. The system named D.A.R.K.(Distributing Acquiring Retrieval Knowledge)
The system is set up with several anti-viral programs, anti-detection and several spyware programs. System also has easy access into Federal sites, without detection. Firewall destructive programs.
Both Wade Moor and Johnny Rabid continues to watch, curiously at Oblivion, who goes into motion of setting up a information retrieval program. Oblivion scans through Purse personal information...
OblivSEAon: Well, it looks like his precious is about to produce another precious. That newborn, would make an excellent trophy on IT's mantle.
~._-*Both Moor and Rabid slightly silently chuckle, with a hand over their mouths.*-_.~
Johnny Rabid: Daaaaamn!! That's sick!!
Wade Moor: That's OblivSEAon!!
~._-*Oblivion looks to IT's right, at a camera...*-_.~
Oblivion: Hey Jeffey!! Make sure that Kari? Is that the baby maker's name? Don't matter. SHE don't matter. Once she gives birth, she's ruined. Done.
Shit, you should throw her away. Toss her aside. Hole big enough to fist fuck her. Hell, even before she gives birth. Better get a DNA test done.
How you know that abortion-shouldofbeen is even yours?! HA!! Do you trust your Pantheon brethren? What about Hank Brown? Look at you, like she has taste.
All Hank would have to do is give her a piece of bologna and a Cracker Jack ring, she would rush right into him with open arms. She would whisper in his ear... "Jeff who?"
That's what the crowd will say. That's what WCF is gonna say. Hell, that's what your so called friends are gonna say... JEFF WHO?! But, before IT gets methodical. Hell, surgical with IT's words, let's take a lookey at the information, on the computer here. IT's sure, even on the internet, you won't find much information about you.
You can use all kinds of search engines. If you do just a simple blah-blah-blah search, you'll find the standard several Jeff Purse information. But, the chances of it being you, is microscopic. Let's take a look...
1. Jeff Purse... Vice President... Customer Success... FirstRain
2. Jeff Purse... Director... Sales Engineering... West of Avaya Inc.
3. Jeff Purse... Instagram... @jpurxxxx... bdouglas... kevinb... solly.
4. Jeff Purse... American Championship Wrestling... Jay Omega.
5. Jeff Purse... Sin City Wrestling... Tyson Strong... Alex Richards... Gravedigger
OblivSEAon: Hell, if IT continued looking at all of the search engines, seeing the same repetitive information over and over and over again, IT would of passed out from boredom. Even your information sucks.
By looking at Kari, looks like she does too. Too bad she's used goods. IT bets, after Oblivion speaks, as you wait and hear what Oblivion says, that is the only way... THE ONLY FUCKING WAY you're could go into the match at Slam.
With our pre-match debating conversation. You want the last word. Thinking it gives your statement more value... PUSSY ASS PURSE!! We all wonder, what makes Pantheon tick?
Does your boys wait in line, to fuck you up the ass, while they look at a poster sized picture of your naked pregnant wife?
You don't even complain that they look at her. Hell, they are the ones that complain. Bitching about their dicks falling out of your stinkhole, so they have to squeeze your ass cheeks together, so they can have a remote chance of friction.
Days ago, you thought, some people thought you had a somewhat remote chance of a victory. Now, your chance of winning is barely slim and none. You're done.
Hell, IT would of said that The Monster would put boots to your ass, but Oblivion is afraid that IT's foot would slip and get stuck inside your anal cavity.
You'll be writhing around, in euphoric nirvana. Popping off one after another. So, let's not go there.
Since joining Beachkrew, don't you think it's rather ironic, a new life has been resurrected. OblivSEAon has pride... The Monster obtained new confidence!!
We step inside that ring. IT will overlook you. No seriously, standing face to face, look right over you. Let's get right to it. What you gonna say? What?!
Ohhh... Oblivion sucks. That's typical bullshit. Um what else you gonna say. Um, okay... The last time Oblivion was relevant was when IT feuded with Gravedigger. Or yea, better than that?!
Um, it's been two years since The Monster held a championship and that was what tag titles with Richards or the Television championship?
Whatever you say, it's been said. Are you gonna be known as a broken record? Rehashing old information that people already said? Has WCF gotten that low, that the WCF Galaxy will give you credit for repetitive bullshit?!
Fuck that. Better yet, fuck you. Fuck Pantheon!! Long live Beachkrew!! The Agent of Brotection is done talking about your boring pussy-ass.
~._-*Oblivion shifts around, to look straight into the camera, with a real hard look.*-_.~
OblivSEAon: It's not going to matter, what your response is going to be. It's NOT wishful thinking. Oblivion is gonna kick your stinkin' teeth in!! With no teeth, you'll be more valuable to Pantheon.
At least, it will put a smile on your boys' faces. IT thinks, yea IT's done talking about you. How do you feel now? You basically had your battered ass handed to you, verbally. This Sunday, Oblivion is gonna hand you your ass to you, physically.
So, do IT a big favor and when you go get consolation from your fat-ass wife, stick a couple of fingers up her ass and a tongue down her throat for The Monster.
So, the only thing left to be said is... After you get humiliated by yours truly, the only thing you can do is... CHOKE ON TH... NAAAAHHHHH! Bye, Felicia!!!
~._-*After finishing talking, Oblivion pushes the cameraman away. IT stands up, turns around and sees Rabid and Moor's beet red faces, trying to hold in their laughter. Standing next to each other, they are holding each other up, from collapsing of hysterical exhaustion.
The Monster just walks past them and grabs for a couple of bags, one smaller than the other. OblivSEAon sits back down, proceed to open the larger bag. The Dark Messiah grabs for Blu-Ray disc and proceed to play it.
Cocktail begins to play. Oblivion plays a wave crashing, seagull cawing CD. The Monster lights a sand scented candle, ocean scented candle, and sun tan lotion scented candle. Basic island music is being played. With a huge grin across IT's face.
Oblivion is ready to celebrate. Both Rabid and Moor looks cautiously and away, as The Monster pulls out a black sack. Out of the black sack, The Mobster pulls out a pinkie finger sized glass vial.
The vial is opened, OblivSEAon pulls out very small tiny spoon. Dipping the spoon into the white powder. After two quick snorts, Oblivion put the vial away.
In IT's right hand is...*-_.~
Johnny Rabid: Are those aspirins?
~._-*The items have Mitsubishi symbols on them. Oblivion pops them in his mouth and chases it with three large swigs of whiskey and Redbull. The God of Absolution looks at Moor and Rabid, winks, takes two more gulps of whiskey and Redbull.
IT grabs both sides of his own head, before violently shaking IT's head, screaming, then abruptly stops.
Oblivion looks around very paranoid, before pulling out a cigarette case. IT opens it up and grabs a decent sized joint. The Monster lights up the joint, taking three HUGE hits, holding the last hit, turning IT's face red.
Oblivion violently exhaling, coughing till he turned purple. After coughing up a storm, the pupils, of the eyes of The Dark Messiah begin to enlarge.
What seemed like just a few minutes, it actually was 15 to 20 minutes. Oblivion sits back and tokes again off the joint. Once he grabs the joint and moves IT's hand, away from IT's face,
The Monster watches the fingers wiggle. Oblivion sits mesmerized as IT's left hand attaches itself to his face and screams, before passing out.
Wade Moor: What the fuck was that?!
Johnny Rabid is laughing. Oblivion is not moving. Both Moor and Rabid look at each other, before walking closer to a passed out Monster. OblivSEAon muttering, as IT's arms twitch and the right foot rapidly shakes.
The two get even closer to Oblivion, who grabs both Wade Moor and Johnny Rapid. Oblivion screams out which cause both Moor and Rapid to scream hysterically. Rapid tries to leave...*-_.~
Johnny Rapid: Forget this!! Oblivion freaks me out!!
Wade Moor: Get back here!!
~._-*Moor grabs Rabid, by the back, of his shirt and spins him around. Oblivion shouts out...*-_.~
Oblivion: Pantheon paints Purse purple and puts viking horns on him! Purse dresses like a woman and Logan sticks hotdogs up his ass!! Logan pets Purse, calling him Katherine The White Lilly!!
~._-*Oblivion chugs more whiskey pops more ecstasy. Hiccups and abruptly passes out...*-_.~
Narrator: This is when things get a little weird!!
~._-*As The God of Insanity slips into IT's subconscious... "Painted black" by The Rolling Stones begins to echo...
Mechanical voice: Phase One... ... ...ACTIVATED!! PENETRATE SUBJECT'S MIND!!! TEN... NINE...
Mechanical voice: STATUS CODE 200.... REQUEST RESPONSE: SEVEN... SIX...
Mechanical voice: STATUS CODE 201.... REQUEST FULFILLED!! CREATING INFORMATION... FIVE... FOUR...
Mechanical voice: STATUS CODE 202... PROCESSING INFORMATION!! THREE... TWO...
Mechanical voice: STATUS CODE 203... INFORMATION INPUT!! ONE... ONe... One... one... ne... e...
~._-*The odors of sulfur and burning flesh overtakes your senses. You begin to hear maniacal laughter over horrific screaming.
You proceed to open your eyes and see Lucifer pulling the entire left eye, of Adolf Hitler, by it's nerve endings through a gaping hole in the back of his head.
Satan just happened to look up to see if the nipple clamp were holding, when he sees his newest favorite pupil... The Monster Oblivion.
Satan: Obi... Obi... My favorite earthly son. What a surprise!! What is the reason for this terrific surprise?
OblivSEAon: What's the possibility of giving Jeff Purse an aneurysm in lower digestive tract?!
Satan: Ouuu... A lower poo-poo boom-boom. One of my favorites. How about when Purse drinks his next strawberry smoothie, he hiccups, smoothie flies out both nostrils, he develops a deviated septum and hair lip.
Every time he tries to sing, he'll sound like a squirrel choking on it's own vomit. Kari laughs so hard, she quickly goes into labor, bleeding out, remembered she had Taco Bell earlier, farts explosively.
She shits herself. The baby shoots out of her gaping snarling vajay-jay. The baby slaps against the wall, flopping down, against the wall, like one of those sticky octopus'.
Oblivion: Speaking of smoothies, IT forgot to mention to Purse for them to keep the after birth. It's good in stews and sauces. Also good for lube too. You know dry those dead bitches can get?
Satan: Tell me about it! Trying to screw Marilyn Monroe without lube is horrible. The tears from California don't even work. It was nice for you to visit, but I need to get ready for a new arrival.
From what I heard, he's a real piece. A burnt out rocker named Scott. Gotta decorate this place purple and play Interstate Love Song. Buh-bye. HEY!! HEY!! OBLIVION... OBLIVION WAKE UP!!
~._-*Slowly, the image of The Monster fades out, as the essence of sulfur weakens, as does the primal screams. The song "Sympathy for the Devil" by The Rolling Stones begin to play, as The Monster ascends into consciousness. The temperature decreases, as Oblivion lunges up grabbing Wade Moor, screaming...*-_.~
Oblivion: PHILADELPHIA 76ERS DEFEATS GOLDEN STATE WARRIORS FOUR GAMES TO NIL IN THE NBA FINALS!!
~._-*Wade Moor slaps The Monster, who observes Johnny Rabid freaking the fuck out...*-_.~
Johnny Rabid: Holy shit, OblivSEAon!! You were snapping your arms in all kinds of contorted ways. You sitting upside down backwards, trying to climb the walls, like a cracked out spider. Talking to Lucifer about making smoothies out of after birth. What the fuck... DUDE!!
Oblivion: Jeff Purse has always pissed me off. Cocky little fucker. Good kick in his garbanzo beans is what he needs. After Sunday, he will... WILL be the joke of Pantheon. After beating Purse, might get some celebratory pussy from his girl...
Wade Moor: Oblivion!! Really?! Butt sex, eating after birth. Talking with the devil. Cocaine, hell you drank an entire fifth of whiskey. Digested four ecstasy Mitsubishis. Two bumps of coke and you're telling us, that as of Sunday night, you wanna have sex with a over pregnant woman?
Oblivion: Sure. Why not?! Pussy IS pussy!! Wait, what the Hell?!
~._-*Oblivion grabs into his right pants pocket and shows Wade and Johnny...*-_.~
Wade/Johnny: Holy shit!! What the Fu...?!
~._-*Oblivion looks down at the contents, that is in his right hand... An eye with dangling nerve endings. The Monster turns to the camera with a drug crazed look...*-_.~
OblivSEAon: BITCHEEEEESSS!!!
