Post by Oblivion on Jul 28, 2010 14:54:25 GMT -5
RP #1
[Monday- July 26th 2:01 A.M]
[Location- Camp Krull(Dept. of Justice and interrogation facility); Near Miami, Florida]
[Current Temperature- 81 degrees; dew point 76 degrees/84% humidity; muggy]
[-The Set-Up-]
(A news van is driving west from downtown Miami. The van is occupied by the van driver, a cameraman and a local news reporter, who is seated in the front passenger seat. They arrive at the point where Tamiami Trail meets the Everglades. The road itself is parallel to the C-4 canal. There are an occasional alligator or an egret. Near the canal, For Sale signs are posted. The Tamiami Trail meets up with Krull Avenue. The Miccosukee Tribe are adding additional buildings, to their already gambling area. Almost a mile down Krull Avenue, is a concrete sign, that is obstructed by trees and brush. The news van turns right, at the sign. The van passes several fences with razor wire. The reporter's curiosity is peaked, by the amount of barricades and barbed wire. They drive over several speed bumps. After driving about a mile, after turning right at the location sign, they arrive at an abandoned guard post, first of several posts. The road ends up leading into the interior of the detention center, that only a few non-inmates and state officials knew about. "Camp Krull" wasn't always unknown. It had it's share of national spotlight for scandals. Which no one knew about, except for the few lawyers, journalists and those who wanted the inmate beatings, neglect and sexual misconduct to stop. All the speculations were just allegations. Illegal immigrants were also posted here. There were several investigations on how the inmates, who were mostly immigrants, were treated. There were several cover-ups, including when one inmate who was granted permission to enter the country legally, but was detained for not having the right documentation. This incident would be called "Krull-Gate" For this inmate struck a guard, for what the inmate called unfair treatment. The inmate, whose name was Desanti Jehbunto, told the INS that he was just defending himself when he struck the guards with a metal pipe. The two guards recieved fractured skulls. He was eventually deported. Marion Felix, the person who was in charge, of the detainees, who previously worked for the INS, was questioned for her part in the investigation.The facility since 1998, after several federal investigations, closed.
[-SCENE-]
Now abandoned, the facility is stained with graffiti. The "artwork" was done artistically, over the years and most of the facility is covered in "art work". The news van pulls up to one of the main buildings. The van's headlights shine off the exterior walls, of the building. The van stops and the driver shuts off the van's ignition and open's the driver's side door. The passenger hops out, of the van, via the passenger side door. Brush and weeds are almost four feet high, against the buildings. There is an irritant, in the air, almost smiles like mildew or even a fungus. Some, of the building's windows are shattered. There is complete darkness. Unknown sounds echo, which of course startles the two. Rustling sounds, against the weeds and brush could be possums, raccoons, are evens rats and/or snakes. The eerie factor is off the charts. Both men are in unknown area, where rumors of immigration torture ran rampant. A sound of someone screaming scares both men. The camera's main light is immediately turned on....)
Cameraman: What the Hell was that?! Was that someone screaming?!
News Reporter: How should I know. I can barely see my hand in front of my face.
Cameraman: Turn on your flashlight. Again, remind me. Why are we here? Why are we doing this at 2:10 A.M.?
News Reporter: As you know, this was a detainment facility that usually held illegal immigrants who committed crimes. There have been reports that this place has been used for illegal activities.
Cameraman: Such as?
News Reporter: Drug use and raves. Kids have been using this place for holding parties. Several reports were made where a major drug handling was happening, when a group of kids from the local Hialeah High School was having a rave. The two groups crossed paths and several dozen high school kids were kidnapped and eventually murdered.
Cameraman: Why are we here?
News Reporter: After that incident, kids are still having parties here. We are here to expose the parties and hopefully to convince these kids, that this is a dangerous place.
(A woman shrieks again, this time, there is a hint of music playing.)
News Reporter: See, I told you!!
Cameraman: Okay. Okay. Don't get your panties in a bunch. I believe you!
(The cameraman and the news reporter bolt off, in the direction of the shriek and music. Once again, a woman cries out, as the music gets louder. The cameraman stumbles over something, causing him to fall down. The news reporter points the flashlight down in the direction of what the cameraman tripped over. The light spots a shoe, a black tennis shoe. The shoe has some weight to it.)
Cameraman: Why is this shoe heavy.
(The news reporter chuckles.)
News Reporter: It could be a human foot.
Cameraman: Don't be a dick, dude. It can't be a foot. It must be a rock or even a brick. Bring that flashlight closer.
(The news reporter brings in the flashlight closer and it shines on the shoe, expecting a a rock or a brick, both men scream out, as the cameraman drops the shoe. The weight of the shoe, causes the dirt to fly up, from the impact of the weighted shoe.)
News Reporter: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?
Cameraman: Was that that a foot, inside the shoe?
News Reporter: What the hell, do I know. You were holding the shoe.
Cameraman: But, you WERE the one holding the flashlight.
(With the combination of the flashlight and the light, from the camera, both men focus on the shoe and it looks like a severed foot, still inside the shoe.)
News Reporter: Oh my God! I'm gonna get sick!
Cameraman: Oh, that's freakin' wicked!!! A human foot. That looks it has been there for awh-....
Woman: AHH-H-H-H-H!!!
(There is a slight hint of techno music, drum and bass to be precise.)
Woman: AHH-H-H-H-H!!!
( The two follow the sounds, as they occasionally trip over stuff, that they don't notice. They finally arrive, to what they were not expecting. They thought they were going to arrive at a rave, held by the local teens/young adults. Instead, they find a building with colorful graffiti and no one around. The music is no longer around. The reporter's flashlight, begins to fade...)
News Reporter: Oh crap!!
Cameraman: What?!
News Reporter: My flashlight is going out!
Cameraman: I thought you said, you had fresh batteries in the flashlight.
News Reporter: I did.
Cameraman: Then what's the problem?
(There is shuffling around them. The reporter starts to panic, as he bangs his right palm against the flashlight. In the midst of the balmy, warm weather, a cold breeze passes through.)
News Reporter: Oh crap. Oh crap!
Cameraman: Did you feel that?! That cold breeze?!
News Reporter(sounding nervous): NO?
(The feet shuffling gets louder and closer, as the cold breezes gets more often. There are clicking, moaning, and groaning. The two men stop moving, as they stand perfectly still. As they exhaled, they can see their own breath.)
Cameraman: What the hell?
(The news reporter gets startled when he feels something breathing on the back of his neck. He brushes away whatever was touching his neck. The light from the camera and flashlight shatter, as they are now in complete darkness. They can still hear the snarling, clicking, and moaning.)
News Reporter(sounding nervous): What the Hell?
(The news reporter notices his hand, that he brushed away whatever that was brushing against the back of his neck, is now sopping wet with a thick gooey substance. The reporter looks at his wet and sticky hand, he begins to "freak out".)
Cameraman: What the hell is your problem?!?
News Reporter(sounding nervous): My hand is wet.
Cameraman: So?
(Something cold and sharp, brushes against the reporter's neck, which makes him scream and jump a mile high. The news reporter slowly turns around, with extreme hesitation. Once he turns around, to see what was touching him, he sees a disfigured face staring right at him.)
News Reporter(sounding nervous): OH M-Y-YY GO-O-OD-D-D-D!!!
Cameraman: What?
(The news reporter and the cameraman are bounded, blindfolded and gagged, as they are being dragged by several shadowy figures. Their bodies are being dragged in the dirt, as their bodies are leaving bloody trails, behind them. The two are moaning out in pain, as they are finally dropped. The disfigured shadowy figures dissolve into the night. The cameraman tries to talk with the gag in his mouth. A cold hand removes the gag from the cameraman's mouth.)
Cameraman: What the f*ck, man!! What the f*ck!! Who is out there?! I swear to God, if it's a bunch of kids, I'm gonna beat the holy hell out of every each one of you!!
(The news reporter shaking in fear with soiled pants, tries to scream through the gag. A cold hand brushes their steel like nails against his face.)
News Reporter(muffled): GOD PLEASE HELP ME-E-E!!!
(The shadow, of what would assume to be a woman, kneels down and whispers into the left bleeding ear, of the news reporter...)
A woman(whispers): God can't help you now!
(The news reporter begins to sob, as the gag and blindfolds are being removed from the cameraman and the news reporter. Rats, snakes and other vermin are scampering around their prone bodies. The news reporter is pissing himself, as a large snake slithers over his head and down his back. Rats are chewing on their shoelaces. But, standing there in the lack of light is Oblivion. The Dark One is wearing black jeans with no shirt. The little light that is there is slightly shining off of Oblivion's mask. The dirt, on the ground is slightly disturbed when Oblivion moves in his black boots. Standing to his left kneeling in front of him, with her left arm wrapped around Fort Knox's right thigh, is Melissa. Standing to Oblivion's right is The Dark Angel. There are shifting shadows moving everywhere. Those shadows are The Gathering. Not seen, but heard. The Society stands ominously, in the lack of light. Oblivion kneels down near the cameraman and looks at the camera. The cameraman sneers at the masked one.)
Cameraman: You don't scare me!
(Melissa leaves Oblivion's side and walks over the prone cameraman and kicks him, in the face, with her right booted foot. That impact makes the cameraman spit out blood.)
Cameraman: Bitch!!!
Fort Knox: Well, that bitch just kicked you in your face! Who's the bitch now?!
(Oblivion, still kneeling, in front of the cameraman....)
Oblivion: If I were you, I would keep my mouth shut!! I assume no one knows where you two are. I guess, this was a "surprise" assignment?
(The cameraman, with an extremely pissed off look, on his face, stares at the news reporter. The news reporter with a look of guilt, across his face, plants his face down, in the dirt, with shame.)
Oblivion: So.... I take it, this was, a last moment thing? And let me guess, with the risk, of the most recent events of this place, you wanted to boost your work "rating" at your television station. More like, kiss up to the boss with a risque and "hip" story. But, now look at you two. Tied up and getting ready to die....
(The look across the news reporter's face is priceless, as he looks at the face of the cameraman. The reporter's face turns deathly pale, as he knows that not only is he going to die, but he just might as well signed his friend's/co-worker's death warrant, himself.)
News Reporter: Sh*t! Sh*t!! Sh*t!! Damn it!! <sobbing>
Melissa: No need to cry now! We all have to do, what is necessary, in life. You thought it would smart to come out, in the middle of the night, to a run-down detention center. And why?
News Reporter<sobbing>: Cuz... Because, there were rumors, of this place torturing immigrants who had committed crimes and... and... <sniff> there were reports <sigh> <sniff> reports of high school kids having raves here.
Fort Knox: Well, guess what?!
News Reporter<sobbing>: <sniff> What?
Oblivion: You were wrong! You ended being at the wrong place and the wrong time!
News Reporter<sobbing>: Sh*t! Sh*t!! Sh*t!! Damn it!!
Cameraman: SHUT UP!! You're gonna get us killed!! Shut up!! Shut the hell up!!!
(Oblivion grabs for the camera.)
Oblivion: I'm gonna take this.
(Oblivion gives the camera to The Dark Angel.)
Oblivion: Record me.
(Dark Angel, who was formally known as Keith, who was a cameraman, as a profession, mans the camera.Dark Angel gives Oblivion a thumb's up.)
Oblivion: Next week, at The Ultimate Showdown....HELL IN A CELL!!! Greenfever, WCF World Heavyweight Champion verses Oblivion. Speculation is, this match will be one of the bloodiest matches in WCF's history. Maybe, the bloodiest. A lot of bad blood there. Greenfever, this will be it!! The WAR of all wars!! The two craziest sons of bitches, to step into the squared circle, in WCF, will fight it out for the crown jewel, of all of wrestling.... THE WCF WORLD'S HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!! WCF!! Expect a bloodbath!! Greenfever and Oblivion will never....NEVER, ever be the same again!!! This match will be completely epic!! It knows it, Greenfever knows it!! Of course, as usual, I'm the under dog. I prefer it that way!! Everyone says, Greenfever has the edge, in brutality! I will prove the entire world of wrestling, wrong!! I will create a new definition for brutality in the Cell!! Flesh will decorate the Cell. Ringside fans, will be drowning in our blood. This match won't be for the faint of heart. Children should be escorted out of the building. This match will give Greenfever nightmares, not just the children. I have motivation now!! My peers don't believe in Oblivion! But, what's important to Oblivion, is that MY Society believes in Oblivion!! I, now have the complete motivation!! To prove all you wrong!!! Greenfever!!! Be prepared to be a former champion!! It won't be the first time and I'm sure, it won't be the last time. MY TIME IS NOW!!! Like I told everyone before, if I have to kill everyone last one of ya, just to become WCF World Heavyweight Champion, I will!! Not even Greenfever, himself, is safe!!!
(Oblivion peers deeper into the camera...)
Oblivion: Look into these demented eyes, Greenfever!! Look into what was Ace Slaughter's soul!! Just like yourself, Oblivion will do everything in It's powers, to win that championship!!! ANYTHING!!! There will be some haters, out there, who will bitch and complain on how I conducted myself inside that Cell!! What matters now, is destroying you, on my way to capturing the World Heavyweight Championship!!!
(Fort Knox leaves Oblivion's side, as Oblivion himself is moving slightly, as is the direction of the camera. Knox is standing in front of the lying cameraman and news reporter, as is Oblivion and the camera holding Dark Angel.)
Oblivion: As after everything has been and done, when the smoke clears and the roof had been blown off The Wachovia Center, you will be laying there, grasping for air, as I raise the World Heavyweight Championship, into the air. With the blood gushing out your mouth and blood surrounding your battered body, all you will be able to do is....
(Fort Knox, The Dark Angel, Melissa, and Oblivion looks down onto the fallen, the prone, the news reporter and the cameraman.)
The Society: YOU CAN CHOKE ON THAT!!!
(At that exact moment, as the reporter and the cameraman look up, at The Society, they see four boots coming straight down at them....)
News Reporter/Cameraman: NO-O-O-O!!!
[Camera fades to black...]
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RP#2
[Friday- July 30th 7:41 P.M]
[Location- The Wachovia Center; Philadelphia, Pennsylvania]
[Current Temperature- 88°F Wind: 13 mph W Humidity: 73%
-The Set-Up-
(Deadliest Catch narrator Mike Rowe begins to speak...)
Mike Rowe: Wrestling Championship Federation. The Ultimate Showdown pay per view, August 2nd- Live From the Wachovia Center in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The main event is the grotesque and horrifying Hell in a Cell match, pitting the WCF World Heavyweight Champion Greenfever facing his much hated rival, equaling as maniacal and terrifying, Oblivion. Their feud has been mentioned and analyzed, nation wide. Their rivalry, as of recent events, are what nightmares are made of. Both wrestlers, have sketchy. at best, past histories. Both men, have had their psychological profile micro scoped and dissected by everyone. By calling them "MEN" you are calling them human. Both of them two are from what you would describe as human like. Both of these so called creatures have been acting more non-human, as of late. They both have insatiable hunger for blood and carving flesh. Both have cannibalistic tendencies. Putting both of these two in not just a cage, but a Hell in a Cell, is asking for trouble. These two will cause much havoc at The Ultimate Showdown.
(A video package, in some parts in slow motion black and white video, of previous confrontation between Greenfever and Oblivion, that also includes The Society. The visualizations of the blood are bright red and vivid.)
Mike Rowe: This will be not just a match. Some have been calling their upcoming encounter, a war of epic proportions. Tens of thousands of viewers, inside The Wachovia Center and at home, will be watching the pay per view. There have been many. many opinions, depending who you ask, who will win The Hell in a Cell match. Will this match or as some call it, an apocalyptic explosion of terror, end up being an scientific masterpiece or, as many have predicted, a blood gushing horror flick? Only time will tell.
-Scene-
(The video ends with a split screen of both faces of Greenfever and Oblivion covered in blood. The video begin to dissolve, as if the video is melting. As the video is re focused, it shows Oblivion inside a wrestling ring, at The Wachovia Center, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The ring is surrounded by a Hell in a Cell. Oblivion, with a mic in it's hand...)
Oblivion: Most, of you, are probably wondering why is the Cell already constructed. We, as professionals, know how much there is to do to put up such a monstrous structure and I HAD to "convince" a few backstage hands to construct the entrance ramp, the ring and this monstrosity. Greenfever, I assume through all your brain damage, that you have seen what kind of impressive damage that this contraption can cause on a body.
(Then you hear screaming from appears to be backstage. Fort Knox and The Dark Angel grabs unknown person and begins to drag the person down the entrance ramp. The young man begins to kick and scream, as they notice the Hell in the Cell.)
Young man: NO-O-O-O!!! DON'T PUT ME IN THERE, WITH THAT MONSTER!!! I'M NOT A WRESTLER!!!
(Oblivion opens the Hell's door. El Angel Oscuro and Fort Knox carries the young man into the Cell and into the ring. As soon as the young man was dropped in the ring, he begins to back pedal, as Oblivion approaches him. Dark Angel and Fort Knox are ordered to leave and shut the Cell. Knox and Angel stand on the outside, of the Cell, smiling and with their arms folded. Oblivion grabs the man, with one hand, Oblivion picks up the screaming and kicking man and holds him above It's head, as Oblivion begins to bludgeon him with It's massive right hand. Oblivion drops the man, down onto the mat. Oblivion grabs the young man and tosses him into the corner. The man, not a wrestler, hits the corner, with such an impact that he bounces off and Oblivion slam his hugs right gloved hand, around his throat and throws him back in the corner. Oblivion begin to pummel the young man with lefts and rights, with massive boots to his fragile body, in between the punches. After the man falls back down, Oblivion throws him out of the ring. Oblivion exits the ring and grabs the man and proceeds to drag his face across the Cell. The man's face begin to lacerate and moderate amount of blood begins to trickle down his face, as he screams out in horror. Fort Knox and Dark Angel just stand there laughing. Oblivion picks up the young man and throws him face first into the Cell. By that time, Security comes out running. As soon as the security places a foot onto the entrance ramp, thirteen members of The Gathering begin to slither from "God knows where" and ceremoniously attack the security. They shred their uniforms. The security also begins to scream out. They too begin to bleed.
Oblivion grabs the young man and carry him out of the Cell. Oblivion orders Knox and Angel to find some rope and/or cable. Knox looks under the ring and happens to find some course rope. Oblivion drops the young man, next to the bottom of the Cell. Knox walks around the Cell, with the rope in hand. The Dark Angel picks up the young man, as Fort Knox ties up the severely lacerated young man. They both begin to hoist up the young man up to a waiting Oblivion, who is waiting on the side, of the Cell. Oblivion proceed to tie up the young man, to the side of the Cell, in a crucifix position. Blood pours out of the now unconscious man. The Cash Money Nightmares just point and laugh at the helpless young man. Oblivion grabs into his right jeans pocket and pulls out a straight razor. By that time, the Wachovia Center manager and the Philadelphia police appear ringside and orders them to leave the premises. Oblivion proceeds to take the young man shirt and pulls it up, over the man's head. Oblivion, gently, digs the razor into the abdominal area, of the young man and begin to scribble... PROPERTY OF THE SOCIETY. The young man will forever, have that scarred on his skin. The police proceeds to have their tasers drawn. The Cash Money Nightmares take off. Some of the officers chase after them. Knox and Angel climb up the cell. Most of those chasing after The Nightmares are slightly unconditioned for the chase, so they are slow to climb up the side, of the Cell. Oblivion looks into the camera held by a local cameraman and begins to say....)
Oblivion: Greenfever, this might be a bot cartoonish for you. Now, tell that to that young man, I have scarred for life! This Monday, in this exact building, we will face in this exact Hell in the Cell!! I don't have to tell you what kind of horror, we both will face in this match. But, I know this, I will create enough damage to you, more than you WILL do to me and walk out of this God forsaken city, with the World Heavyweight Championship. And maybe with a lil souvenir of you with it. I will add it to my collection!! It might be a piece of an ear. Maybe some teeth. Hell, maybe I'll take a finger or two!! But, I will leave The Ultimate Showdown with a piece of you and the World Championship!!
(The police have brought in more reinforcements, as they try to separate The Gathering from their "feast" of Security Guards. The Gathering begin to attack the police, as they begin to tear into their skin, as some of the scary creatures have been tazed, but most of them have the extra police down and are tearing into the screaming police officer's flesh.The security guards are laying their motionless.)
Oblivion: I promise WCF this, this match will be something that none of you have ever seen. This match will be beyond everyone's imaginations and expectations. There WILL be a NEW World Champion! And if you don't like that, then I guess you all don't have a choice but to....
(The Gathering pick up their heads, away from their "feast" as they screech out....)
The Gathering: BI-I-ITCHES-S-S!!
(Oblivion climbs up to the top, of the Cell and stand there, along with The Cash Money Nightmares. Three long ropes fall down to them. There are harnesses attached to them. They secure themselves into the harnesses. Then within an instant, they begin their ascend up, as The Society "flip off" the crowd below. The police just look up, as a few of the officers, speak into their communication devices.)
[Monday- July 26th 2:01 A.M]
[Location- Camp Krull(Dept. of Justice and interrogation facility); Near Miami, Florida]
[Current Temperature- 81 degrees; dew point 76 degrees/84% humidity; muggy]
[-The Set-Up-]
(A news van is driving west from downtown Miami. The van is occupied by the van driver, a cameraman and a local news reporter, who is seated in the front passenger seat. They arrive at the point where Tamiami Trail meets the Everglades. The road itself is parallel to the C-4 canal. There are an occasional alligator or an egret. Near the canal, For Sale signs are posted. The Tamiami Trail meets up with Krull Avenue. The Miccosukee Tribe are adding additional buildings, to their already gambling area. Almost a mile down Krull Avenue, is a concrete sign, that is obstructed by trees and brush. The news van turns right, at the sign. The van passes several fences with razor wire. The reporter's curiosity is peaked, by the amount of barricades and barbed wire. They drive over several speed bumps. After driving about a mile, after turning right at the location sign, they arrive at an abandoned guard post, first of several posts. The road ends up leading into the interior of the detention center, that only a few non-inmates and state officials knew about. "Camp Krull" wasn't always unknown. It had it's share of national spotlight for scandals. Which no one knew about, except for the few lawyers, journalists and those who wanted the inmate beatings, neglect and sexual misconduct to stop. All the speculations were just allegations. Illegal immigrants were also posted here. There were several investigations on how the inmates, who were mostly immigrants, were treated. There were several cover-ups, including when one inmate who was granted permission to enter the country legally, but was detained for not having the right documentation. This incident would be called "Krull-Gate" For this inmate struck a guard, for what the inmate called unfair treatment. The inmate, whose name was Desanti Jehbunto, told the INS that he was just defending himself when he struck the guards with a metal pipe. The two guards recieved fractured skulls. He was eventually deported. Marion Felix, the person who was in charge, of the detainees, who previously worked for the INS, was questioned for her part in the investigation.The facility since 1998, after several federal investigations, closed.
[-SCENE-]
Now abandoned, the facility is stained with graffiti. The "artwork" was done artistically, over the years and most of the facility is covered in "art work". The news van pulls up to one of the main buildings. The van's headlights shine off the exterior walls, of the building. The van stops and the driver shuts off the van's ignition and open's the driver's side door. The passenger hops out, of the van, via the passenger side door. Brush and weeds are almost four feet high, against the buildings. There is an irritant, in the air, almost smiles like mildew or even a fungus. Some, of the building's windows are shattered. There is complete darkness. Unknown sounds echo, which of course startles the two. Rustling sounds, against the weeds and brush could be possums, raccoons, are evens rats and/or snakes. The eerie factor is off the charts. Both men are in unknown area, where rumors of immigration torture ran rampant. A sound of someone screaming scares both men. The camera's main light is immediately turned on....)
Cameraman: What the Hell was that?! Was that someone screaming?!
News Reporter: How should I know. I can barely see my hand in front of my face.
Cameraman: Turn on your flashlight. Again, remind me. Why are we here? Why are we doing this at 2:10 A.M.?
News Reporter: As you know, this was a detainment facility that usually held illegal immigrants who committed crimes. There have been reports that this place has been used for illegal activities.
Cameraman: Such as?
News Reporter: Drug use and raves. Kids have been using this place for holding parties. Several reports were made where a major drug handling was happening, when a group of kids from the local Hialeah High School was having a rave. The two groups crossed paths and several dozen high school kids were kidnapped and eventually murdered.
Cameraman: Why are we here?
News Reporter: After that incident, kids are still having parties here. We are here to expose the parties and hopefully to convince these kids, that this is a dangerous place.
(A woman shrieks again, this time, there is a hint of music playing.)
News Reporter: See, I told you!!
Cameraman: Okay. Okay. Don't get your panties in a bunch. I believe you!
(The cameraman and the news reporter bolt off, in the direction of the shriek and music. Once again, a woman cries out, as the music gets louder. The cameraman stumbles over something, causing him to fall down. The news reporter points the flashlight down in the direction of what the cameraman tripped over. The light spots a shoe, a black tennis shoe. The shoe has some weight to it.)
Cameraman: Why is this shoe heavy.
(The news reporter chuckles.)
News Reporter: It could be a human foot.
Cameraman: Don't be a dick, dude. It can't be a foot. It must be a rock or even a brick. Bring that flashlight closer.
(The news reporter brings in the flashlight closer and it shines on the shoe, expecting a a rock or a brick, both men scream out, as the cameraman drops the shoe. The weight of the shoe, causes the dirt to fly up, from the impact of the weighted shoe.)
News Reporter: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?
Cameraman: Was that that a foot, inside the shoe?
News Reporter: What the hell, do I know. You were holding the shoe.
Cameraman: But, you WERE the one holding the flashlight.
(With the combination of the flashlight and the light, from the camera, both men focus on the shoe and it looks like a severed foot, still inside the shoe.)
News Reporter: Oh my God! I'm gonna get sick!
Cameraman: Oh, that's freakin' wicked!!! A human foot. That looks it has been there for awh-....
Woman: AHH-H-H-H-H!!!
(There is a slight hint of techno music, drum and bass to be precise.)
Woman: AHH-H-H-H-H!!!
( The two follow the sounds, as they occasionally trip over stuff, that they don't notice. They finally arrive, to what they were not expecting. They thought they were going to arrive at a rave, held by the local teens/young adults. Instead, they find a building with colorful graffiti and no one around. The music is no longer around. The reporter's flashlight, begins to fade...)
News Reporter: Oh crap!!
Cameraman: What?!
News Reporter: My flashlight is going out!
Cameraman: I thought you said, you had fresh batteries in the flashlight.
News Reporter: I did.
Cameraman: Then what's the problem?
(There is shuffling around them. The reporter starts to panic, as he bangs his right palm against the flashlight. In the midst of the balmy, warm weather, a cold breeze passes through.)
News Reporter: Oh crap. Oh crap!
Cameraman: Did you feel that?! That cold breeze?!
News Reporter(sounding nervous): NO?
(The feet shuffling gets louder and closer, as the cold breezes gets more often. There are clicking, moaning, and groaning. The two men stop moving, as they stand perfectly still. As they exhaled, they can see their own breath.)
Cameraman: What the hell?
(The news reporter gets startled when he feels something breathing on the back of his neck. He brushes away whatever was touching his neck. The light from the camera and flashlight shatter, as they are now in complete darkness. They can still hear the snarling, clicking, and moaning.)
News Reporter(sounding nervous): What the Hell?
(The news reporter notices his hand, that he brushed away whatever that was brushing against the back of his neck, is now sopping wet with a thick gooey substance. The reporter looks at his wet and sticky hand, he begins to "freak out".)
Cameraman: What the hell is your problem?!?
News Reporter(sounding nervous): My hand is wet.
Cameraman: So?
(Something cold and sharp, brushes against the reporter's neck, which makes him scream and jump a mile high. The news reporter slowly turns around, with extreme hesitation. Once he turns around, to see what was touching him, he sees a disfigured face staring right at him.)
News Reporter(sounding nervous): OH M-Y-YY GO-O-OD-D-D-D!!!
Cameraman: What?
THUD!!!-WHAM!!!
(The news reporter and the cameraman are bounded, blindfolded and gagged, as they are being dragged by several shadowy figures. Their bodies are being dragged in the dirt, as their bodies are leaving bloody trails, behind them. The two are moaning out in pain, as they are finally dropped. The disfigured shadowy figures dissolve into the night. The cameraman tries to talk with the gag in his mouth. A cold hand removes the gag from the cameraman's mouth.)
Cameraman: What the f*ck, man!! What the f*ck!! Who is out there?! I swear to God, if it's a bunch of kids, I'm gonna beat the holy hell out of every each one of you!!
(The news reporter shaking in fear with soiled pants, tries to scream through the gag. A cold hand brushes their steel like nails against his face.)
News Reporter(muffled): GOD PLEASE HELP ME-E-E!!!
(The shadow, of what would assume to be a woman, kneels down and whispers into the left bleeding ear, of the news reporter...)
A woman(whispers): God can't help you now!
(The news reporter begins to sob, as the gag and blindfolds are being removed from the cameraman and the news reporter. Rats, snakes and other vermin are scampering around their prone bodies. The news reporter is pissing himself, as a large snake slithers over his head and down his back. Rats are chewing on their shoelaces. But, standing there in the lack of light is Oblivion. The Dark One is wearing black jeans with no shirt. The little light that is there is slightly shining off of Oblivion's mask. The dirt, on the ground is slightly disturbed when Oblivion moves in his black boots. Standing to his left kneeling in front of him, with her left arm wrapped around Fort Knox's right thigh, is Melissa. Standing to Oblivion's right is The Dark Angel. There are shifting shadows moving everywhere. Those shadows are The Gathering. Not seen, but heard. The Society stands ominously, in the lack of light. Oblivion kneels down near the cameraman and looks at the camera. The cameraman sneers at the masked one.)
Cameraman: You don't scare me!
(Melissa leaves Oblivion's side and walks over the prone cameraman and kicks him, in the face, with her right booted foot. That impact makes the cameraman spit out blood.)
Cameraman: Bitch!!!
Fort Knox: Well, that bitch just kicked you in your face! Who's the bitch now?!
(Oblivion, still kneeling, in front of the cameraman....)
Oblivion: If I were you, I would keep my mouth shut!! I assume no one knows where you two are. I guess, this was a "surprise" assignment?
(The cameraman, with an extremely pissed off look, on his face, stares at the news reporter. The news reporter with a look of guilt, across his face, plants his face down, in the dirt, with shame.)
Oblivion: So.... I take it, this was, a last moment thing? And let me guess, with the risk, of the most recent events of this place, you wanted to boost your work "rating" at your television station. More like, kiss up to the boss with a risque and "hip" story. But, now look at you two. Tied up and getting ready to die....
(The look across the news reporter's face is priceless, as he looks at the face of the cameraman. The reporter's face turns deathly pale, as he knows that not only is he going to die, but he just might as well signed his friend's/co-worker's death warrant, himself.)
News Reporter: Sh*t! Sh*t!! Sh*t!! Damn it!! <sobbing>
Melissa: No need to cry now! We all have to do, what is necessary, in life. You thought it would smart to come out, in the middle of the night, to a run-down detention center. And why?
News Reporter<sobbing>: Cuz... Because, there were rumors, of this place torturing immigrants who had committed crimes and... and... <sniff> there were reports <sigh> <sniff> reports of high school kids having raves here.
Fort Knox: Well, guess what?!
News Reporter<sobbing>: <sniff> What?
Oblivion: You were wrong! You ended being at the wrong place and the wrong time!
News Reporter<sobbing>: Sh*t! Sh*t!! Sh*t!! Damn it!!
Cameraman: SHUT UP!! You're gonna get us killed!! Shut up!! Shut the hell up!!!
(Oblivion grabs for the camera.)
Oblivion: I'm gonna take this.
(Oblivion gives the camera to The Dark Angel.)
Oblivion: Record me.
(Dark Angel, who was formally known as Keith, who was a cameraman, as a profession, mans the camera.Dark Angel gives Oblivion a thumb's up.)
Oblivion: Next week, at The Ultimate Showdown....HELL IN A CELL!!! Greenfever, WCF World Heavyweight Champion verses Oblivion. Speculation is, this match will be one of the bloodiest matches in WCF's history. Maybe, the bloodiest. A lot of bad blood there. Greenfever, this will be it!! The WAR of all wars!! The two craziest sons of bitches, to step into the squared circle, in WCF, will fight it out for the crown jewel, of all of wrestling.... THE WCF WORLD'S HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!! WCF!! Expect a bloodbath!! Greenfever and Oblivion will never....NEVER, ever be the same again!!! This match will be completely epic!! It knows it, Greenfever knows it!! Of course, as usual, I'm the under dog. I prefer it that way!! Everyone says, Greenfever has the edge, in brutality! I will prove the entire world of wrestling, wrong!! I will create a new definition for brutality in the Cell!! Flesh will decorate the Cell. Ringside fans, will be drowning in our blood. This match won't be for the faint of heart. Children should be escorted out of the building. This match will give Greenfever nightmares, not just the children. I have motivation now!! My peers don't believe in Oblivion! But, what's important to Oblivion, is that MY Society believes in Oblivion!! I, now have the complete motivation!! To prove all you wrong!!! Greenfever!!! Be prepared to be a former champion!! It won't be the first time and I'm sure, it won't be the last time. MY TIME IS NOW!!! Like I told everyone before, if I have to kill everyone last one of ya, just to become WCF World Heavyweight Champion, I will!! Not even Greenfever, himself, is safe!!!
(Oblivion peers deeper into the camera...)
Oblivion: Look into these demented eyes, Greenfever!! Look into what was Ace Slaughter's soul!! Just like yourself, Oblivion will do everything in It's powers, to win that championship!!! ANYTHING!!! There will be some haters, out there, who will bitch and complain on how I conducted myself inside that Cell!! What matters now, is destroying you, on my way to capturing the World Heavyweight Championship!!!
(Fort Knox leaves Oblivion's side, as Oblivion himself is moving slightly, as is the direction of the camera. Knox is standing in front of the lying cameraman and news reporter, as is Oblivion and the camera holding Dark Angel.)
Oblivion: As after everything has been and done, when the smoke clears and the roof had been blown off The Wachovia Center, you will be laying there, grasping for air, as I raise the World Heavyweight Championship, into the air. With the blood gushing out your mouth and blood surrounding your battered body, all you will be able to do is....
(Fort Knox, The Dark Angel, Melissa, and Oblivion looks down onto the fallen, the prone, the news reporter and the cameraman.)
The Society: YOU CAN CHOKE ON THAT!!!
(At that exact moment, as the reporter and the cameraman look up, at The Society, they see four boots coming straight down at them....)
News Reporter/Cameraman: NO-O-O-O!!!
[Camera fades to black...]
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RP#2
[Friday- July 30th 7:41 P.M]
[Location- The Wachovia Center; Philadelphia, Pennsylvania]
[Current Temperature- 88°F Wind: 13 mph W Humidity: 73%
-The Set-Up-
(Deadliest Catch narrator Mike Rowe begins to speak...)
Mike Rowe: Wrestling Championship Federation. The Ultimate Showdown pay per view, August 2nd- Live From the Wachovia Center in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The main event is the grotesque and horrifying Hell in a Cell match, pitting the WCF World Heavyweight Champion Greenfever facing his much hated rival, equaling as maniacal and terrifying, Oblivion. Their feud has been mentioned and analyzed, nation wide. Their rivalry, as of recent events, are what nightmares are made of. Both wrestlers, have sketchy. at best, past histories. Both men, have had their psychological profile micro scoped and dissected by everyone. By calling them "MEN" you are calling them human. Both of them two are from what you would describe as human like. Both of these so called creatures have been acting more non-human, as of late. They both have insatiable hunger for blood and carving flesh. Both have cannibalistic tendencies. Putting both of these two in not just a cage, but a Hell in a Cell, is asking for trouble. These two will cause much havoc at The Ultimate Showdown.
(A video package, in some parts in slow motion black and white video, of previous confrontation between Greenfever and Oblivion, that also includes The Society. The visualizations of the blood are bright red and vivid.)
Mike Rowe: This will be not just a match. Some have been calling their upcoming encounter, a war of epic proportions. Tens of thousands of viewers, inside The Wachovia Center and at home, will be watching the pay per view. There have been many. many opinions, depending who you ask, who will win The Hell in a Cell match. Will this match or as some call it, an apocalyptic explosion of terror, end up being an scientific masterpiece or, as many have predicted, a blood gushing horror flick? Only time will tell.
-Scene-
(The video ends with a split screen of both faces of Greenfever and Oblivion covered in blood. The video begin to dissolve, as if the video is melting. As the video is re focused, it shows Oblivion inside a wrestling ring, at The Wachovia Center, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The ring is surrounded by a Hell in a Cell. Oblivion, with a mic in it's hand...)
Oblivion: Most, of you, are probably wondering why is the Cell already constructed. We, as professionals, know how much there is to do to put up such a monstrous structure and I HAD to "convince" a few backstage hands to construct the entrance ramp, the ring and this monstrosity. Greenfever, I assume through all your brain damage, that you have seen what kind of impressive damage that this contraption can cause on a body.
(Then you hear screaming from appears to be backstage. Fort Knox and The Dark Angel grabs unknown person and begins to drag the person down the entrance ramp. The young man begins to kick and scream, as they notice the Hell in the Cell.)
Young man: NO-O-O-O!!! DON'T PUT ME IN THERE, WITH THAT MONSTER!!! I'M NOT A WRESTLER!!!
(Oblivion opens the Hell's door. El Angel Oscuro and Fort Knox carries the young man into the Cell and into the ring. As soon as the young man was dropped in the ring, he begins to back pedal, as Oblivion approaches him. Dark Angel and Fort Knox are ordered to leave and shut the Cell. Knox and Angel stand on the outside, of the Cell, smiling and with their arms folded. Oblivion grabs the man, with one hand, Oblivion picks up the screaming and kicking man and holds him above It's head, as Oblivion begins to bludgeon him with It's massive right hand. Oblivion drops the man, down onto the mat. Oblivion grabs the young man and tosses him into the corner. The man, not a wrestler, hits the corner, with such an impact that he bounces off and Oblivion slam his hugs right gloved hand, around his throat and throws him back in the corner. Oblivion begin to pummel the young man with lefts and rights, with massive boots to his fragile body, in between the punches. After the man falls back down, Oblivion throws him out of the ring. Oblivion exits the ring and grabs the man and proceeds to drag his face across the Cell. The man's face begin to lacerate and moderate amount of blood begins to trickle down his face, as he screams out in horror. Fort Knox and Dark Angel just stand there laughing. Oblivion picks up the young man and throws him face first into the Cell. By that time, Security comes out running. As soon as the security places a foot onto the entrance ramp, thirteen members of The Gathering begin to slither from "God knows where" and ceremoniously attack the security. They shred their uniforms. The security also begins to scream out. They too begin to bleed.
Oblivion grabs the young man and carry him out of the Cell. Oblivion orders Knox and Angel to find some rope and/or cable. Knox looks under the ring and happens to find some course rope. Oblivion drops the young man, next to the bottom of the Cell. Knox walks around the Cell, with the rope in hand. The Dark Angel picks up the young man, as Fort Knox ties up the severely lacerated young man. They both begin to hoist up the young man up to a waiting Oblivion, who is waiting on the side, of the Cell. Oblivion proceed to tie up the young man, to the side of the Cell, in a crucifix position. Blood pours out of the now unconscious man. The Cash Money Nightmares just point and laugh at the helpless young man. Oblivion grabs into his right jeans pocket and pulls out a straight razor. By that time, the Wachovia Center manager and the Philadelphia police appear ringside and orders them to leave the premises. Oblivion proceeds to take the young man shirt and pulls it up, over the man's head. Oblivion, gently, digs the razor into the abdominal area, of the young man and begin to scribble... PROPERTY OF THE SOCIETY. The young man will forever, have that scarred on his skin. The police proceeds to have their tasers drawn. The Cash Money Nightmares take off. Some of the officers chase after them. Knox and Angel climb up the cell. Most of those chasing after The Nightmares are slightly unconditioned for the chase, so they are slow to climb up the side, of the Cell. Oblivion looks into the camera held by a local cameraman and begins to say....)
Oblivion: Greenfever, this might be a bot cartoonish for you. Now, tell that to that young man, I have scarred for life! This Monday, in this exact building, we will face in this exact Hell in the Cell!! I don't have to tell you what kind of horror, we both will face in this match. But, I know this, I will create enough damage to you, more than you WILL do to me and walk out of this God forsaken city, with the World Heavyweight Championship. And maybe with a lil souvenir of you with it. I will add it to my collection!! It might be a piece of an ear. Maybe some teeth. Hell, maybe I'll take a finger or two!! But, I will leave The Ultimate Showdown with a piece of you and the World Championship!!
(The police have brought in more reinforcements, as they try to separate The Gathering from their "feast" of Security Guards. The Gathering begin to attack the police, as they begin to tear into their skin, as some of the scary creatures have been tazed, but most of them have the extra police down and are tearing into the screaming police officer's flesh.The security guards are laying their motionless.)
Oblivion: I promise WCF this, this match will be something that none of you have ever seen. This match will be beyond everyone's imaginations and expectations. There WILL be a NEW World Champion! And if you don't like that, then I guess you all don't have a choice but to....
CHOKE ON THAT!!!
(The Gathering pick up their heads, away from their "feast" as they screech out....)
The Gathering: BI-I-ITCHES-S-S!!
(Oblivion climbs up to the top, of the Cell and stand there, along with The Cash Money Nightmares. Three long ropes fall down to them. There are harnesses attached to them. They secure themselves into the harnesses. Then within an instant, they begin their ascend up, as The Society "flip off" the crowd below. The police just look up, as a few of the officers, speak into their communication devices.)
