To say a lot without saying much at all(RP part deux)
Aug 28, 2016 0:37:52 GMT -5
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Post by Oblivion on Aug 28, 2016 0:37:52 GMT -5
~._*Sounds, of a train whistle, echoes not so far away. The train is still at a distance, where the click-clicking on the tracks can still be heard. Boat horns are heard at Newark Bay. Oblivion is sitting on a purple satin pillow, which is on a meditation mat. The God of Enlightenment prepares himself for a battle; a war, a gruesome delight of something that people think that they THOUGHT they saw before.
But, on August twenty eighth, five individuals are willing to shed their own blood to win not just any championship, but the WCF Hardcore Championship. Not only are they going to sacrifice their OWN blood for the prestigious title, but everyone of those so called "gentlemen" are willing to use anything they can get their hands on to hurt the other four.
Oblivion begins to chant...
Oblivion: Aauum... aauum... aauum... aauum... Om mani padme hum... Om mani padme hum... Om mani padme hum... Namo amitaBha... Namo amitaBha... Namo amitaBha... I am that I am. I am that I am. I am that I am. I am that I am. Ham-Sah... Ham-Sah... Ham-Sah... Ham-Sah...
~._*The God is still stained from IT's previous adventure. Oblivion is motionless while still sitting. Blood, on IT'S body is still noticeable. The Monster picks up IT's head, eyes rolled back, glowing white. Tipless gloved hands, with fingernails long and stained with old blood. The lighter surroundings have become darker, as The Dark Messiah slowly raises IT's arms.
The calmer winds have picked up, blowing harder. Oblivion muttering under IT's breath...*_.~
Oblivion: Everybody keeps talking about this Faux fucking bullshit!!
~._*The winds around Oblivion are swirling around IT. Thunder begins to rumble. Black clouds have formed, as lightning strikes within the clouds. The Vixens are making a bunch of ruckus, as Melissa and Keith drags over an individual that is around 210 pounds, maybe six foot three, maybe four inches and all. Feline colored looking eyes, with long filthy black hair. It is obvious that this guy was already slapped around before brought over to Oblivion. The somewhat Zombie McMorris lookalike is being held up by the back of his jeans and his hair.*_.~
Oblivion: What happened to him?
Melissa: He...
Keith: ...slipped.
Individual: F-f-fuck you
WHAM!!
~._*Keith slams the back of his elbow on the bridge of nose of the Pseudo-Zombie. Instantly, the nose explodes.*_.~
Oblivion: FUCK ME?! WCF?! You have been begging me to see the real Oblivion... FUCK ME?! *Laughing* FINE!! Keith bring that motherfucker to me... NOW!!
~._*The pseudo zombie begins to plead for his life.*_.~
Pseudo zombie: PLEASE PLEASE!! NOOOO!! NOOOO!!!
~._*The pseudo zombie were pushed down onto the ground, face first. Immediately, Oblivion stands up, placing one of IT's big boots on the back of the pseudo zombie's head. The pseudo zombie wiggles and squirms, begging for mercy...*_.~
Pseudo Zombie: Don't do this man!! I have kids man!! I have a family man!! Don't you have a heart man?!
~._*Oblivion has Keith step on the pseudo zombie, as Oblivion squats down besides the pseudo zombie...*_.~
Oblivion: Shhhh... shhhh... listen up. Life as you know it, just ended.
~._*The individual starts weeping.*_.~
Oblivion: No... no.. don't cry. Don't cry. You don't have the right to cry. With you being a facsimile of Zombie McMorris, you shouldn't be crying. That AUTOMATICALLY makes the WCF Hardcore Champion look REEEEAAL bad!!!! So, Keith pick his ass up. PICK HIS ASS UP!! NOW!!
THWACK/CRACK!!
~._*Oblivion smacks a large rock on the forehead of the individual, who instantly stumbles. The Monster mocks him.*_.~
THWACK/CRACK!!
~._*Oblivion smacks the rock on the head of the individual, again, who begins to stumble over his feet.*_.~
Oblivion: Make sure you motherfuckers you see this shit!!
~._*Oblivion grabs the profusely bleeding pseudo zombie by the hair, who is now on his knees. The individual is bleeding bad. The Monster has a big rock in hand and the pseudo zombie is trying to plead for his life...*_.~
Pseudo zombie: Please!! Please!! I did nothing wrong!! Just don't hurt my brother!! He might be looking for me!!
Keith: Look who we found snooping, watching us. The Vixens, saw him, as they were perched on that roof over there.
~._*The new individual is on their knees, not wanting to look up. Keith grasps the person's face, forcing them to look up at Oblivion who is already kneeling down at him.*_.~
Oblivion: What is your name?
Person: Your mama!
~._*Oblivion smiles then nods, steps back, then nods again before very quickly stepping up to the person and grabbing him and...*_.~
Person: AAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!
~._*Oblivion proceeds to cut off the right ear of the kneeling individual. The pseudo zombie, the first victim is screaming, for his friend.*_.~
Person: AAAAHH!! AAAAHH!!
Oblivion: I'm going to ask you one more time... what is your name?!
Person: H-HAAANK!!!!
Pseudo Zombie: LEAVE HIM ALOOOONE!!
~._*Oblivion shakes IT's head and walks back over to the laying down weeping Pseudo Zombie. Oblivion grabs the back of pseudo zombie's head...*_.~
WHAM-WHAM-WHAM-WHAM!!
~._*Oblivion picks up the pseudo zombie, who begins to gurgle. Oblivion proceeds to mock gurgle at the pseudo zombie. The Monster peels back the head wound and jams in a straw and begins to slowly sip the blood of the pseudo zombie.*_.~
Oblivion: Mmmmm... Salty!!
~._*As Oblivion wiping IT's mouth, The Monster turns and noticed a group of "so called" hoodlums standing around watching the ruckus. The wannabe bad boys are throwing up gang signs and throwing "birds". The Monster walks over to Keith. Oblivion has something black in IT's right hand. The group of hoodlums, look spooked...*_.~
BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM
~._*The cartoon looking harmless hoodlums are now shot, screaming like little bitches. Oblivion walks up to the four shot Individuals.*_.~
Oblivion: Well, Look at you four little zeroes. Right now, in IT's life IT has no TOLERANCE for you losers like bitches like you four. Especially some cock sucker, in the name of Crazy J. Now, if you really wanna get fucking nasty, everybody needs to watch this!!
~._*Keith grabs some dude off the street, unwillingly and gives him the camera, telling him to record.*_.~
Oblivion: Okay, motherfuckers, time to freak the fuck out!! You people, WCF, think that Oblivion... has gone soft?! Lilith?! Doc Henry?! You guys call Oblivion Fauxblivion?! FINE!!
~._*Oblivion and Keith pick up a shot up the painted up wannabe hood rats. There are wooden planks set up. Keith and Oblivion proceeds to tie up all four of the hoodlums, like an X. The Monster walks up to each one and cutting off their tongues. Second, Oblivion slices a small hole in their navel slowly pulling out their intestines. By that time, Keith has had small rodents chewing on their exposed intestines.
Oblivion connects a thick chain from the bone guy's right ear to his bottom lip to his left ear to the other person's right ear then bottom lip then left ear and so forth. But each chain is weighted down and each guy is trying to move. Lips are tearing and ears ripping. Oblivion is growing slowly inpatient. After about 10 to 15 minutes of watching the so called gang banging cry babies, tip toeing around, blood dripping bottom lips drooping. Ears hanging. Oblivion somewhat pleased, but somewhat annoyed, goes over and tanks on the chains.
All of the bottom lips fall off. All eight years are yanked off. The gang banging wannabes scream like bitches. Like assumed. Oblivion walked looks at them, sticks IT's fingers in the holes of their wounds and laughs.*_.~
Oblivion: Does that hurt?! DOES IT FUCKING HURT?! OBLIVION DOESN'T CARE!! SCREAM BABIES SCREAM!!
~._*The rats crawled up the hanging intestines and then into abdominal wounds.*_.~
Oblivion: The Monster sees six people screaming... one has no teeth, one has no skull, four are shot and being eaten by rats. But, for me IT would prefer to shoot the mouth off Doc Henry AND Crazy J. Why?! Be cuz... Because it seems everyday that The Suthr'n Inbred and Coo-coo Jay-Jay had been talking too damn much and eventually talken off track.
Doc Henry having the balls to call me fake. At least IT's been World Champion.... Twice. When have you ever been World champion Doc? And you have the damn nerve to call Oblivion Fauxlivion?! Win as many championships, to brag... to boast... to talk trash THEN you could have THAT right to call Oblivion fake and phony. Until you have accomplished as much in YOUR puny and pathetic of a joke of a career as Oblivion has done... SHUT THE HELL UP!!
Now, for Zitface Mighty Mouse!! The proud Hardcore Champion!! You like to speak, talk a certain way. You think you're eloquent like a jacked up coked up elephant. You think you're the only one that can get surgical with anything you can your hands in the ring in a hardcore match, McMorris?! Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?! You're talking to your NEW plastic surgeon!!! By the time IT gets done with your face, Gemini Battle will look SO MUCH better than you!!
What about other improvements? By the time The Monster is finished with you... well Hell, Lilith will have a bigger dick than you!! If that's the case little man, cutting you up will be no problem. Now, knowing who you are and your working techniques in the ring, especially in the hardcore division. But, The Dark Messiah has special motivation behind IT...
EVERYONE WANTS OBLIVION TO KILL!! They WANT to see Oblivion annihilate Lester Parish!! You hear that Parish?! What a way to do it than do it in a Hardcore match. People keep seeing Doc Henry... Crazy J... Doc Henry... Crazy J... Doc Henry... Crazy J!! People applauded their effort for having diarrhea of the mouth. So get rewarded for saying the same shit OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN
To the point where that both The Southern Dick and Jerry Me are SOOOOOO over hyped that people can't stand either one of the them!! Listen up jackasses!!! IT WILL prove EVERYONE wrong!!! Weapons within my reach. Oblivion will get to cut, slice, bash or another adjective you wanna describe or Ms. Jiggle Tits would take away some of her precious time to describe yours truly. WHAM-BASH-THUD!!
But, our current Hardcore Champion. He has to fight Doc Henry, not Hardcore enough. Crazy J, too cheesy too be a hardcore champion. Sure he can talk a lot. He might be a girl. See... told you he was a bitch!! Who am I forgetting? Zombie, Doc, Crazy... Oh yea, dipshit!! Lester. IT told you, Oblivion would find the appropriate moment to seek out the right time to STRIKE!! You will BLEED... SUFFER... AGONIZE over decision back stab Oblivion!!!
The only thing you're going to be realizing is that Oblivion is going to be doing the stabbing!!! Well, you DO have a choice. Do you want LOOK handsome like Gemini Battle? If you do, IT will cut your ass up!! Now, do you wanna think like Oblivion? Well, you're too damn stupid to begin, sooo we get a sledgehammer and smack it against your skull... over and over and OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!
Until all the gooey sparkles come out. That's when Zombie McMorris will start talking dimwitted. And his IQ will be 70. That's when Oblivion will take a winery corkscrew stab it on the top of Zombie McMorris head. Twist it... Twist it... Twist it well. Pop off a piece of the top of Zombie McMorris' head and what shall you should see? Three AIDS infested, blind, crack addicted gerbils.
That explains everything!! ZMAC's behavior!! Our company's Hardcore Champion's brain is a blind rodent who has AIDS!! SON OF A BITCH!!! The only way to keep the sanctity of the WCF Hardcore Championship, IT guesses, by chopping off the head of Zombie McMorris!! Sooooo, IT's willing to volunteer to do such a taxing job. IT knows everyone likes the guy, so chopping off his head off would be soooo, you know... "AWKWARD".
Actually, it would be VERY natural. Oblivion... THE NINE TIME WCF HARDCORE CHAMPION... THE GREATEST HARDCORE CHAMPION EVER!! And with THAT... YOU... CAN... CHOKE... ON... THAT... BITCHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESS!!!!
~._*The Monster takes the four bodies, stacking them high, burning them ablaze. Oblivion lights a joints with THAT fire as IT back over two the previous two other bodies. Oblivion sits on the individual with smashed in head, puffing on the joint realizing the dude with one good ear is still here... *snicker* Oblivion sees him, lying on the ground.
The Monster walks over gives him the joint. The one eared man takes a few puffs off the joint before Oblivion cuts off the other ear, laughing hysterically, the utter irony of the entire concept of the whole thing. Oblivion mutters a word to himself as blood drips off IT's hands. A word that IT CAN'T stop saying!!
Oblivion: Oblivious... Oblivious... why can't IT not stop saying that RIDICULOUS word?! Oblivious!! But... there is ONE word that will stand out that IS true and significant only for The Monster Oblivion... CHAMPION!!! The next WCF HARDCORE CHAMPION!!!
But, on August twenty eighth, five individuals are willing to shed their own blood to win not just any championship, but the WCF Hardcore Championship. Not only are they going to sacrifice their OWN blood for the prestigious title, but everyone of those so called "gentlemen" are willing to use anything they can get their hands on to hurt the other four.
Oblivion begins to chant...
Oblivion: Aauum... aauum... aauum... aauum... Om mani padme hum... Om mani padme hum... Om mani padme hum... Namo amitaBha... Namo amitaBha... Namo amitaBha... I am that I am. I am that I am. I am that I am. I am that I am. Ham-Sah... Ham-Sah... Ham-Sah... Ham-Sah...
~._*The God is still stained from IT's previous adventure. Oblivion is motionless while still sitting. Blood, on IT'S body is still noticeable. The Monster picks up IT's head, eyes rolled back, glowing white. Tipless gloved hands, with fingernails long and stained with old blood. The lighter surroundings have become darker, as The Dark Messiah slowly raises IT's arms.
The calmer winds have picked up, blowing harder. Oblivion muttering under IT's breath...*_.~
Oblivion: Everybody keeps talking about this Faux fucking bullshit!!
~._*The winds around Oblivion are swirling around IT. Thunder begins to rumble. Black clouds have formed, as lightning strikes within the clouds. The Vixens are making a bunch of ruckus, as Melissa and Keith drags over an individual that is around 210 pounds, maybe six foot three, maybe four inches and all. Feline colored looking eyes, with long filthy black hair. It is obvious that this guy was already slapped around before brought over to Oblivion. The somewhat Zombie McMorris lookalike is being held up by the back of his jeans and his hair.*_.~
Oblivion: What happened to him?
Melissa: He...
Keith: ...slipped.
Individual: F-f-fuck you
WHAM!!
~._*Keith slams the back of his elbow on the bridge of nose of the Pseudo-Zombie. Instantly, the nose explodes.*_.~
Oblivion: FUCK ME?! WCF?! You have been begging me to see the real Oblivion... FUCK ME?! *Laughing* FINE!! Keith bring that motherfucker to me... NOW!!
~._*The pseudo zombie begins to plead for his life.*_.~
Pseudo zombie: PLEASE PLEASE!! NOOOO!! NOOOO!!!
~._*The pseudo zombie were pushed down onto the ground, face first. Immediately, Oblivion stands up, placing one of IT's big boots on the back of the pseudo zombie's head. The pseudo zombie wiggles and squirms, begging for mercy...*_.~
Pseudo Zombie: Don't do this man!! I have kids man!! I have a family man!! Don't you have a heart man?!
~._*Oblivion has Keith step on the pseudo zombie, as Oblivion squats down besides the pseudo zombie...*_.~
Oblivion: Shhhh... shhhh... listen up. Life as you know it, just ended.
~._*The individual starts weeping.*_.~
Oblivion: No... no.. don't cry. Don't cry. You don't have the right to cry. With you being a facsimile of Zombie McMorris, you shouldn't be crying. That AUTOMATICALLY makes the WCF Hardcore Champion look REEEEAAL bad!!!! So, Keith pick his ass up. PICK HIS ASS UP!! NOW!!
THWACK/CRACK!!
~._*Oblivion smacks a large rock on the forehead of the individual, who instantly stumbles. The Monster mocks him.*_.~
THWACK/CRACK!!
~._*Oblivion smacks the rock on the head of the individual, again, who begins to stumble over his feet.*_.~
Oblivion: Make sure you motherfuckers you see this shit!!
~._*Oblivion grabs the profusely bleeding pseudo zombie by the hair, who is now on his knees. The individual is bleeding bad. The Monster has a big rock in hand and the pseudo zombie is trying to plead for his life...*_.~
Pseudo zombie: Please!! Please!! I did nothing wrong!! Just don't hurt my brother!! He might be looking for me!!
Keith: Look who we found snooping, watching us. The Vixens, saw him, as they were perched on that roof over there.
~._*The new individual is on their knees, not wanting to look up. Keith grasps the person's face, forcing them to look up at Oblivion who is already kneeling down at him.*_.~
Oblivion: What is your name?
Person: Your mama!
~._*Oblivion smiles then nods, steps back, then nods again before very quickly stepping up to the person and grabbing him and...*_.~
Person: AAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!
~._*Oblivion proceeds to cut off the right ear of the kneeling individual. The pseudo zombie, the first victim is screaming, for his friend.*_.~
Person: AAAAHH!! AAAAHH!!
Oblivion: I'm going to ask you one more time... what is your name?!
Person: H-HAAANK!!!!
Pseudo Zombie: LEAVE HIM ALOOOONE!!
~._*Oblivion shakes IT's head and walks back over to the laying down weeping Pseudo Zombie. Oblivion grabs the back of pseudo zombie's head...*_.~
WHAM-WHAM-WHAM-WHAM!!
~._*Oblivion picks up the pseudo zombie, who begins to gurgle. Oblivion proceeds to mock gurgle at the pseudo zombie. The Monster peels back the head wound and jams in a straw and begins to slowly sip the blood of the pseudo zombie.*_.~
Oblivion: Mmmmm... Salty!!
~._*As Oblivion wiping IT's mouth, The Monster turns and noticed a group of "so called" hoodlums standing around watching the ruckus. The wannabe bad boys are throwing up gang signs and throwing "birds". The Monster walks over to Keith. Oblivion has something black in IT's right hand. The group of hoodlums, look spooked...*_.~
BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM
~._*The cartoon looking harmless hoodlums are now shot, screaming like little bitches. Oblivion walks up to the four shot Individuals.*_.~
Oblivion: Well, Look at you four little zeroes. Right now, in IT's life IT has no TOLERANCE for you losers like bitches like you four. Especially some cock sucker, in the name of Crazy J. Now, if you really wanna get fucking nasty, everybody needs to watch this!!
~._*Keith grabs some dude off the street, unwillingly and gives him the camera, telling him to record.*_.~
Oblivion: Okay, motherfuckers, time to freak the fuck out!! You people, WCF, think that Oblivion... has gone soft?! Lilith?! Doc Henry?! You guys call Oblivion Fauxblivion?! FINE!!
~._*Oblivion and Keith pick up a shot up the painted up wannabe hood rats. There are wooden planks set up. Keith and Oblivion proceeds to tie up all four of the hoodlums, like an X. The Monster walks up to each one and cutting off their tongues. Second, Oblivion slices a small hole in their navel slowly pulling out their intestines. By that time, Keith has had small rodents chewing on their exposed intestines.
Oblivion connects a thick chain from the bone guy's right ear to his bottom lip to his left ear to the other person's right ear then bottom lip then left ear and so forth. But each chain is weighted down and each guy is trying to move. Lips are tearing and ears ripping. Oblivion is growing slowly inpatient. After about 10 to 15 minutes of watching the so called gang banging cry babies, tip toeing around, blood dripping bottom lips drooping. Ears hanging. Oblivion somewhat pleased, but somewhat annoyed, goes over and tanks on the chains.
All of the bottom lips fall off. All eight years are yanked off. The gang banging wannabes scream like bitches. Like assumed. Oblivion walked looks at them, sticks IT's fingers in the holes of their wounds and laughs.*_.~
Oblivion: Does that hurt?! DOES IT FUCKING HURT?! OBLIVION DOESN'T CARE!! SCREAM BABIES SCREAM!!
~._*The rats crawled up the hanging intestines and then into abdominal wounds.*_.~
Oblivion: The Monster sees six people screaming... one has no teeth, one has no skull, four are shot and being eaten by rats. But, for me IT would prefer to shoot the mouth off Doc Henry AND Crazy J. Why?! Be cuz... Because it seems everyday that The Suthr'n Inbred and Coo-coo Jay-Jay had been talking too damn much and eventually talken off track.
Doc Henry having the balls to call me fake. At least IT's been World Champion.... Twice. When have you ever been World champion Doc? And you have the damn nerve to call Oblivion Fauxlivion?! Win as many championships, to brag... to boast... to talk trash THEN you could have THAT right to call Oblivion fake and phony. Until you have accomplished as much in YOUR puny and pathetic of a joke of a career as Oblivion has done... SHUT THE HELL UP!!
Now, for Zitface Mighty Mouse!! The proud Hardcore Champion!! You like to speak, talk a certain way. You think you're eloquent like a jacked up coked up elephant. You think you're the only one that can get surgical with anything you can your hands in the ring in a hardcore match, McMorris?! Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?! You're talking to your NEW plastic surgeon!!! By the time IT gets done with your face, Gemini Battle will look SO MUCH better than you!!
What about other improvements? By the time The Monster is finished with you... well Hell, Lilith will have a bigger dick than you!! If that's the case little man, cutting you up will be no problem. Now, knowing who you are and your working techniques in the ring, especially in the hardcore division. But, The Dark Messiah has special motivation behind IT...
EVERYONE WANTS OBLIVION TO KILL!! They WANT to see Oblivion annihilate Lester Parish!! You hear that Parish?! What a way to do it than do it in a Hardcore match. People keep seeing Doc Henry... Crazy J... Doc Henry... Crazy J... Doc Henry... Crazy J!! People applauded their effort for having diarrhea of the mouth. So get rewarded for saying the same shit OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN
To the point where that both The Southern Dick and Jerry Me are SOOOOOO over hyped that people can't stand either one of the them!! Listen up jackasses!!! IT WILL prove EVERYONE wrong!!! Weapons within my reach. Oblivion will get to cut, slice, bash or another adjective you wanna describe or Ms. Jiggle Tits would take away some of her precious time to describe yours truly. WHAM-BASH-THUD!!
But, our current Hardcore Champion. He has to fight Doc Henry, not Hardcore enough. Crazy J, too cheesy too be a hardcore champion. Sure he can talk a lot. He might be a girl. See... told you he was a bitch!! Who am I forgetting? Zombie, Doc, Crazy... Oh yea, dipshit!! Lester. IT told you, Oblivion would find the appropriate moment to seek out the right time to STRIKE!! You will BLEED... SUFFER... AGONIZE over decision back stab Oblivion!!!
The only thing you're going to be realizing is that Oblivion is going to be doing the stabbing!!! Well, you DO have a choice. Do you want LOOK handsome like Gemini Battle? If you do, IT will cut your ass up!! Now, do you wanna think like Oblivion? Well, you're too damn stupid to begin, sooo we get a sledgehammer and smack it against your skull... over and over and OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!
Until all the gooey sparkles come out. That's when Zombie McMorris will start talking dimwitted. And his IQ will be 70. That's when Oblivion will take a winery corkscrew stab it on the top of Zombie McMorris head. Twist it... Twist it... Twist it well. Pop off a piece of the top of Zombie McMorris' head and what shall you should see? Three AIDS infested, blind, crack addicted gerbils.
That explains everything!! ZMAC's behavior!! Our company's Hardcore Champion's brain is a blind rodent who has AIDS!! SON OF A BITCH!!! The only way to keep the sanctity of the WCF Hardcore Championship, IT guesses, by chopping off the head of Zombie McMorris!! Sooooo, IT's willing to volunteer to do such a taxing job. IT knows everyone likes the guy, so chopping off his head off would be soooo, you know... "AWKWARD".
Actually, it would be VERY natural. Oblivion... THE NINE TIME WCF HARDCORE CHAMPION... THE GREATEST HARDCORE CHAMPION EVER!! And with THAT... YOU... CAN... CHOKE... ON... THAT... BITCHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESS!!!!
~._*The Monster takes the four bodies, stacking them high, burning them ablaze. Oblivion lights a joints with THAT fire as IT back over two the previous two other bodies. Oblivion sits on the individual with smashed in head, puffing on the joint realizing the dude with one good ear is still here... *snicker* Oblivion sees him, lying on the ground.
The Monster walks over gives him the joint. The one eared man takes a few puffs off the joint before Oblivion cuts off the other ear, laughing hysterically, the utter irony of the entire concept of the whole thing. Oblivion mutters a word to himself as blood drips off IT's hands. A word that IT CAN'T stop saying!!
Oblivion: Oblivious... Oblivious... why can't IT not stop saying that RIDICULOUS word?! Oblivious!! But... there is ONE word that will stand out that IS true and significant only for The Monster Oblivion... CHAMPION!!! The next WCF HARDCORE CHAMPION!!!
