Post by Oblivion on Feb 13, 2010 21:38:03 GMT -5
There is a long, dusty and unpaved road that leads to nowhere. The surrounding areas are colorless and lacks the feeling of life. With no living things or even organisms, in this vast area of nothingness, there are no existence of any souls. With a lack of positive energy, there is doom looming and a feeling of underlining evil, waiting... waiting for a new soul, to feast on. The sky is as colorless as the dirt. There are no clouds, not even a hint of the sun. The few plants and trees, in the nearby area, are empty of fruit. There is a complete void of sounds. Not even a peep or a chirp of a single bird. But, yet, there are sounds of panting and shuffling of feet. There is a man, a large man running down the long, dusty and unpaved road. The man is void of any clothing, just like his existence. The man keeps looking back, in fear, as if something was behind him, trying to erase his entire life. The sclera, of the man's eyes, are entirely black, not white. The iris, pupil and lens are also black. The man is in great physical condition. The man has long black hair. With a complete close up, on the man, the man is identified as.... Stephan Johnson. Stephan keeps running as if doom is right behind him. Stephan screams out....
Stephan Johnson: Is there anyone out here?!? Can anyone help me?!? HELP ME-E-E!!! HELP ME-E-E!!!
Stephan Johnson is lost in nowhere with no existence and no sense of being. Stephan has been lost for a long time now and will be, as long as Oblivion has control of Stephan's psyche. With Stephan looking around for help, there is a loud and booming voice overhead....
Oblivion: There is no need to run, Stephan!! You will not find a way out! In fact, Stephan, here in a short while you will have a little friend with you, in the name of Ace Slaughter!!! Bwa-ha-ha-ha!!!
Stephan Johnson: NO-O-O-O!!! NOT ACE!! NOT MY CREATION!!! YOU CANNOT ELIMINATE HIM!! HE'S TOO STRONG FOR THE LIKES OF YOU!!
Oblivion: HE IS ALMOST NON-EXISTING. THE ONLY REASON WHY HE STILL WRESTLES, BECAUSE HE HAS THE ABILITY TO DO SO!! I ALLOW HIM TO HAVE SAID ABILITIES!!! ONCE I NO LONGER HAVE A USE FOR HIM, HE WILL BE CASTED AWAY.... JUST LIKE YOU!!!
There is a close up on Stephan Johnson, into his mouth, as he screams out....
Stephan Johnson: NO-O-O-O!!!
There is a cloud of something surrounding Stephan Johnson, as he tries to out run it. But, the cloud keeps surrounding him. No matter how Stephan tries to resist, the cloud keeps coming closer and closer, until the cloud is all over Stephan Johnson. The cloud expands over the area, as the scene fades out and fades into Ace Slaughter's home, with the body of Ace Slaughter laughing, but with the booming voice of Oblivion. Ace Slaughter is sitting in a very large black leather lounge chair, with Abril feeding him cut up pieces of fruit. Mini Ace and Gerard are off, somewhere, practicing their hand to hand combat. Melissa is at Slaughter feet, messaging his feet, as Abril continues to feed the body of slaughter, fruit.
Abril: My Master, Oblivion, you shall have total control over Ace Slaughter. With us, your Slaughter Society, you should have no reason, one day, to reign supreme over WCF!!!
Oblivion: Once, we have more minions into the Slaughter Society, the more powerful, we shall be!! I must convince Tank Reaper to join us.
Abril: It does seem, he has his own adgenda.
Oblivion: That's a possibility. But, the further we go into the Tag Team Classic, the hope of him joining us, looms. Once Slaughter and Reaper win the Classic and go into the pay per view, Till Death Us Part, and win the WCF World Tag Team Championships, him joining us will be inevitable!! Feed me, my Queen!!!
Abril pops a grape into lifeless mouth of Ace Slaughter.
Oblivion: Although, I cannot taste the fruit, I can hope the fruit gives Slaughter strength, he will need in his match against D-Day and that... that...
Abril: Loser, my love?
Oblivion: Easy, Melissa!! I need my feet!! Your hands are soft as your lips. Your fingertips bring my feet joy. Thank you, my sweet, for giving my well deserved feet, pleasure.
Melissa: Yes, my liege. Giving your body pleasure, gives me pleasure.
Melissa's eyes roll back into her head, as her tounge rolls around into her mouth and eventually onto her lips. She takes her right hand away from Slaughter's right foot and she begins to caress her right breast, as she begins to moan. Melissa begins to squirm in place.
Oblivion: Easy, Melissa!! I need my feet!! Although, watching you pleasure yourself is very entertaining, I need my feet taken cared for, understand my sweet?
Melissa: Yes.
In the home, of Stephan Johnson, in his den, The Slaughter Society rearranged the den into a somewhat "pleasure room". Not a kind of sexual plessure room, but a place where Oblivion can feel like a king. The room is dark in color, the lights are illuminating blue. The carpeting is a dark shade of blue. There is a sound of murmuring, in the corner. Tied up and gagged, is the familiar cameraman. He has been giving a mixture of Restoril, Desyrel and Ambien CR, to keep him sleeping and easily controlled. Oblivion whistles for Mini Ace and Gerard...
Oblivion: MINI ACE!!! GERARD!!! COME HER....NOW-W-W-W!!!
The pattering of little feet comes closer. Mini Ace and Gerard pant, as the arrive in front of the body of Ace Slaughter. Oblivion speaks...
Oblivion: You two. Go wake up, the cameraman.
Mini Ace and Gerard run at the cameraman, who is sleeping through the medication. Mini Ace flies through the air and lands on the cameraman, with an elbow drop. Gerard runs at the cameraman and hits him with a back elbow to his jaw. The cameraman ebruptly awakens. But, he cannot say much with a gag, in his mouth. The cameraman is startled and his eye are wide open.
Oblivion: Thank you, my little minions. Give the cameraman his camera.
Mini Ace and Gerard carry the camera to the tied up cameraman. They slightly untie the cameraman. Just enough, for the cameraman to use the camera.
Oblivion: Cameraman. Now, that you are awake. I need for you to record. Ready?
Cameraman: <inaudible mumble>
Oblivion: Okay, then. This Monday on the fifteenth, at the Hammond civic Center, in Hammond, Indiana, Ace Slaughter and his partner Tank Reaper faces up against the WCF Television Champion D-Day and the WCF United States Champion Hector Rodriguez in the second round of the Tag Team Classic. Now, that we have the technicalities out of the way, time to get to business. D-Day and Rodriguez. I don't have to tell you two, how important this match is for everyone. I do not care how this match is billed as a potentially entertaining match-up. I don't care, if the fans will find this match as a knock-down drag-out fist-flying ass-kicking blowout fight!! We will all-l-l be giving out one hundred percent effort, into this match!! I don't have to remind you, what is at stake... THE CHANCE TO WIN THE WCF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!! You two insignificant scrubworms don't deserve to hold those prestigious championships!!! I have been told by Tank Reaper, that he will do anything in HIS powers and abilities, just like myself to not allow you two to hold such glorious tag team championships. The plus in this match-up is I get to administer more punishment towards you two repugnant butt monkies!!! In fact, it's not a plus, really, it's more like a bonus. I get to beat up, two of the people, in WCF that I totally dislike with every fiber in my being and plus have a chance to win some championship gold!! Winning championships means more prestige to my legend and means more money in my pocket! And I know my baby loves money. Is that right, my Queen?!?
Abril: That is absolutely correct, my God!! Winning championships is the name of the game!! Championships means power, in this company. Although you two hold single titles, by the end of Till Death Do Us Part, My God Oblivion will be controlling one half of the World Tag Team Championships!!
Oblivion: So, you know now, what my goals are. And by the end of Slam, you two will be written off as tag team contenders. You two will be seen as more like pretenders, while Tank Reaper and Ace Slaughter will go continue our journey to win the WCF Tag Team Championships!! So, when the Gods have spoken and the Heavens open up with their unbridled fury, you shall know...
Ace Slaughter/Slaughter Society: ....THAT OBLIVION... IS... YOUR... GO-O-OD-D!!!
Stephan Johnson: Is there anyone out here?!? Can anyone help me?!? HELP ME-E-E!!! HELP ME-E-E!!!
Stephan Johnson is lost in nowhere with no existence and no sense of being. Stephan has been lost for a long time now and will be, as long as Oblivion has control of Stephan's psyche. With Stephan looking around for help, there is a loud and booming voice overhead....
Oblivion: There is no need to run, Stephan!! You will not find a way out! In fact, Stephan, here in a short while you will have a little friend with you, in the name of Ace Slaughter!!! Bwa-ha-ha-ha!!!
Stephan Johnson: NO-O-O-O!!! NOT ACE!! NOT MY CREATION!!! YOU CANNOT ELIMINATE HIM!! HE'S TOO STRONG FOR THE LIKES OF YOU!!
Oblivion: HE IS ALMOST NON-EXISTING. THE ONLY REASON WHY HE STILL WRESTLES, BECAUSE HE HAS THE ABILITY TO DO SO!! I ALLOW HIM TO HAVE SAID ABILITIES!!! ONCE I NO LONGER HAVE A USE FOR HIM, HE WILL BE CASTED AWAY.... JUST LIKE YOU!!!
There is a close up on Stephan Johnson, into his mouth, as he screams out....
Stephan Johnson: NO-O-O-O!!!
There is a cloud of something surrounding Stephan Johnson, as he tries to out run it. But, the cloud keeps surrounding him. No matter how Stephan tries to resist, the cloud keeps coming closer and closer, until the cloud is all over Stephan Johnson. The cloud expands over the area, as the scene fades out and fades into Ace Slaughter's home, with the body of Ace Slaughter laughing, but with the booming voice of Oblivion. Ace Slaughter is sitting in a very large black leather lounge chair, with Abril feeding him cut up pieces of fruit. Mini Ace and Gerard are off, somewhere, practicing their hand to hand combat. Melissa is at Slaughter feet, messaging his feet, as Abril continues to feed the body of slaughter, fruit.
Abril: My Master, Oblivion, you shall have total control over Ace Slaughter. With us, your Slaughter Society, you should have no reason, one day, to reign supreme over WCF!!!
Oblivion: Once, we have more minions into the Slaughter Society, the more powerful, we shall be!! I must convince Tank Reaper to join us.
Abril: It does seem, he has his own adgenda.
Oblivion: That's a possibility. But, the further we go into the Tag Team Classic, the hope of him joining us, looms. Once Slaughter and Reaper win the Classic and go into the pay per view, Till Death Us Part, and win the WCF World Tag Team Championships, him joining us will be inevitable!! Feed me, my Queen!!!
Abril pops a grape into lifeless mouth of Ace Slaughter.
Oblivion: Although, I cannot taste the fruit, I can hope the fruit gives Slaughter strength, he will need in his match against D-Day and that... that...
Abril: Loser, my love?
Oblivion: Easy, Melissa!! I need my feet!! Your hands are soft as your lips. Your fingertips bring my feet joy. Thank you, my sweet, for giving my well deserved feet, pleasure.
Melissa: Yes, my liege. Giving your body pleasure, gives me pleasure.
Melissa's eyes roll back into her head, as her tounge rolls around into her mouth and eventually onto her lips. She takes her right hand away from Slaughter's right foot and she begins to caress her right breast, as she begins to moan. Melissa begins to squirm in place.
Oblivion: Easy, Melissa!! I need my feet!! Although, watching you pleasure yourself is very entertaining, I need my feet taken cared for, understand my sweet?
Melissa: Yes.
In the home, of Stephan Johnson, in his den, The Slaughter Society rearranged the den into a somewhat "pleasure room". Not a kind of sexual plessure room, but a place where Oblivion can feel like a king. The room is dark in color, the lights are illuminating blue. The carpeting is a dark shade of blue. There is a sound of murmuring, in the corner. Tied up and gagged, is the familiar cameraman. He has been giving a mixture of Restoril, Desyrel and Ambien CR, to keep him sleeping and easily controlled. Oblivion whistles for Mini Ace and Gerard...
Oblivion: MINI ACE!!! GERARD!!! COME HER....NOW-W-W-W!!!
The pattering of little feet comes closer. Mini Ace and Gerard pant, as the arrive in front of the body of Ace Slaughter. Oblivion speaks...
Oblivion: You two. Go wake up, the cameraman.
Mini Ace and Gerard run at the cameraman, who is sleeping through the medication. Mini Ace flies through the air and lands on the cameraman, with an elbow drop. Gerard runs at the cameraman and hits him with a back elbow to his jaw. The cameraman ebruptly awakens. But, he cannot say much with a gag, in his mouth. The cameraman is startled and his eye are wide open.
Oblivion: Thank you, my little minions. Give the cameraman his camera.
Mini Ace and Gerard carry the camera to the tied up cameraman. They slightly untie the cameraman. Just enough, for the cameraman to use the camera.
Oblivion: Cameraman. Now, that you are awake. I need for you to record. Ready?
Cameraman: <inaudible mumble>
Oblivion: Okay, then. This Monday on the fifteenth, at the Hammond civic Center, in Hammond, Indiana, Ace Slaughter and his partner Tank Reaper faces up against the WCF Television Champion D-Day and the WCF United States Champion Hector Rodriguez in the second round of the Tag Team Classic. Now, that we have the technicalities out of the way, time to get to business. D-Day and Rodriguez. I don't have to tell you two, how important this match is for everyone. I do not care how this match is billed as a potentially entertaining match-up. I don't care, if the fans will find this match as a knock-down drag-out fist-flying ass-kicking blowout fight!! We will all-l-l be giving out one hundred percent effort, into this match!! I don't have to remind you, what is at stake... THE CHANCE TO WIN THE WCF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!! You two insignificant scrubworms don't deserve to hold those prestigious championships!!! I have been told by Tank Reaper, that he will do anything in HIS powers and abilities, just like myself to not allow you two to hold such glorious tag team championships. The plus in this match-up is I get to administer more punishment towards you two repugnant butt monkies!!! In fact, it's not a plus, really, it's more like a bonus. I get to beat up, two of the people, in WCF that I totally dislike with every fiber in my being and plus have a chance to win some championship gold!! Winning championships means more prestige to my legend and means more money in my pocket! And I know my baby loves money. Is that right, my Queen?!?
Abril: That is absolutely correct, my God!! Winning championships is the name of the game!! Championships means power, in this company. Although you two hold single titles, by the end of Till Death Do Us Part, My God Oblivion will be controlling one half of the World Tag Team Championships!!
Oblivion: So, you know now, what my goals are. And by the end of Slam, you two will be written off as tag team contenders. You two will be seen as more like pretenders, while Tank Reaper and Ace Slaughter will go continue our journey to win the WCF Tag Team Championships!! So, when the Gods have spoken and the Heavens open up with their unbridled fury, you shall know...
Ace Slaughter/Slaughter Society: ....THAT OBLIVION... IS... YOUR... GO-O-OD-D!!!
