First the Battle Royal next will be the TV Championship

[Oblivion]

~._*Deep in Wheeling, West Virginia near the Ohio is the Wayne National Forest. The winds are picking up as the clouds slowly swirl, with the moon hiding behind the clouds. Faint howls can be heard as the clouds become darker, as lightning can seen inside the clouds. Thunder can be heard, rolling. The bright moon casts multiple shadows. Wayne National Forest has multiple types and kinds of animals within. But, down deep in the underbelly of the forest are OTHER things you CANNOT see or hear.

Things don't necessarily go bump in the night around here. It's more like clicking, moaning, hissing, and groaning. Usually, the natural wildlife would scamper throughout the forest. But, this one night the deer, bobcats and beavers go scattering when something large, very large proceeds to walk through. Rumors have been thrown around that a sizeable Bigfoot population is in the forest. But, when you see the little forest creatures piss and shit themselves, it's not because of some sasquatch... All the little animals huddled together high pitch screeching giggles are heard. Several deers scatter, with a look of death, in their eyes, as booming heavy footsteps are heard.

The deers yelp in fear as they jump out of the way of danger from Oblivion. Slithering shadows move from one tree grouping to another. Red eyes are seen, peering; watching, tagging along with their master The God of Enlightenment Oblivion. It's another opportunity for The Dark Messiah. To eliminate the naysayers, snowbirds to shut up those so called "Meatsacks" to prove everyone... EVERYONE that The Monster isn't just a pretty face... Oblivion is more than a muscle/tissue ripping, blood engulfing monster. IT knows wrestling. Maybe better than some.

Oblivion stops looks and IT sees Melissa and Keith, who whistles towards the direction of The Dark One. Once Oblivion recognizes the two of them, IT started walking towards them. The Vixens were already skipping ahead of them. Two diminutive cameramen, Stitches and The Pet are trying to keep up. Oblivion, slithered down into the ground...*_.~

Oblivion: The rest of you meatsacks can push and shun Oblivion IT's accomplishments all you want. They're not going anywhere. Oblivion is still a two time WCF World heavyweight champion!! A United States Champion, two time tag champion, two time television champion and EIGHT time... RECORD SETTING hardcore champion!! And IT's stepping in the ring against nine others. Eight other jackasses and one brother. Still nine carcasses, by the time they get tossed over the top rope!! Cuz y'all are in denial of Oblivion's accomplishments. Plain and phunkin' simple!!

When those blind, simple- minded puppet sheep like Psychopomp, Greg St. Matthews, Jason O'Neal, Chaos, Doc Henry, The Butcher, Zombie McMorris, Gemini Battle and that piece of shit Lester Parish. It can even take Stevie Wonder and Ray Charles to see that for years, that when people jumped on The God of Enlightenment and what IT has done for WCF in AND out of the ring. But, the hapless, brain dead, does IT dare say... zombies. But, McMorris and Oblivion, ITself, practically ARE MONSTERS IN ARMS!! ZMAC and Oblivion are no strangers to one another. You can say we bled together and bled against one another. This time, McMorris is for another opportunity for gold you and The Monster are not strangers to gold.

But, do we want the likes of O'Neal or Parish to win? Phuck those two jokes. I would rather see them sink down in the Ohio river, tied to cement, with a bull to their skulls. Subtle? Nah!! I could care less. Jason O'Neal, you say this company has termites... But The Monster's termites WILL EAT YOUR SOULS!! Gemini Battle... you have it all wrong!! The Monster doesn't give a fuck...THAT'S RIGHT!!! Oblivion DID NOT STUTTER!! Just in case YOU ALL weren't paying attention The Monster WILL SAY IT AGAIN... Oblivion does not give a fuck about YOUR opinion, Battle!! That's right, Gemini Battle The God of Enlightenment said that about... YOU!! And you know what else... KISS IT's ass!!

But... NEWS FLASH!! I am The Dark Messiah... I am The Monster... I am... OBLIVION!!! THIS IS MY HOUSE!! THIS IS MY RING!! Doc Henry, you and Oblivion also have a history. Just like these trees. Their roots so deep, but if you dig even deeper, you'll find parasites. Just like what if you would find if you would gut open that red neck. C'mon really, all that cousin f*cker consumes is whiskey and catfish. Maybe, Doc, the night before Slam you could grab that slut Mary by the throat and drag her by the hair and bang her like you never banged her before!!

Those other two. Can't quite remember their names. Now, it's not a ploy. God Damn it!! *snap* *snap* What are their names?!

~._*Oblivion continues to walk in the forest, but steps in some kind of animal feces.*_.~

Oblivion: Oh f*ck! What the Hell?! This shit reminds me... WHO THE F*CK IS THIS GREG ST. MATTHEWS OR CHAOS?! But, as you eight other brain dead zombie puppets decide your fate as you open up your gaping pie holes, letting out those escaping lies about yours truly. That will be your first mistake. Your second and last mistake will be underestimating Oblivion. The Monster will stalk around the ring strategically striking eight bitches and The Butcher.

But, if you nine think you can overcome Oblivion on television after what IT had to establish.... all the buckshot. The scraping, scratching, crawling. The Monster IS busting IT's ass MORE than anyone can say.

IT has survived ridicule after ridicule. Those who took weaker damage left town, Oblivion took BULLSHIT after BULLSHIT after BULLSHIT!! Took the physical damage... AND IS STILL STANDING AND IS STILL HERE IN WCF!! Oblivion is Mr. WCF!! The Monster has the face for Television. More IT can say for the other nine competitors. Shit, might as well bury their assets out here. Especially St. Matthews and Chaos, no one is going to remember those two anyhow. Lester Parish on the other hand his ass just needs to get got, if you know what IT means. Someone stab, shank, shoot, gank... I don't give a F*CK!! As long as that mutha f*cka drops dead as soon as possible.

Lester you're a punk bitch, you know that?! IT OUTTA gut you. Hear you squeal. Trust me!! You WILL squeal!! Your flesh slices EASY!! Holy shit!! How easy a good Sharp blade slices through skin. But, that's for another time. Tossing you over the top rope is important. Tossing Zombie McMorris over the top rope VERY important to Oblivion!! Tossing everyone over the top rope to become the number one contender for Thomas Uriel Bates' Television Championship. This WOULD be IT's third Television Championship and IT's sixteenth championship. So, this why I'm taking this match very seriously.

But, one must think off task for one moment tho. Oblivion has been harassed lately by that annoying pain in the ass, Lilith. She always picks a fight then scoffs at my responses, then she gets annoyed when IT continues. But, remember she started the f*cking thing. IT sure did enjoy the banter between her and Sarah Twilight. Those two once crazed lovers now, I guess bitter frienemies? But, those two are so damn scandalous, it's heart breaking. They are out in the open acting as if they hate each other... But we ALL KNOW!!! Especially us WCF faithful, the ones who have been here awhile know you two...

Twilight has Lilith pinned on the ground. Twilight has her face buried deep in place that few of us have seen. Twilight Sparkle chews on Lilith's personal lady door knocker like it's a piece of chewing gum, making it look like a deformed jellybean or a decomposed cockroach. But, winning that number one contenders Battle Royal will prove everyone else wrong... Oblivion was right!! Thomas Uriel Bates!! You better get ready... Oblivion is coming after you... NEXT!!!