Post by oblivion on Feb 3, 2011 0:59:20 GMT -5
~._-*The day started out mostly cloudy and dismal. The clouds are many and dark. The chance of thunderstorms are high and you can already feel the electrical energy, in the air. There are sounds of thunder. You can smell the rain, in the air, although not one drop of rain has appeared. Thunder keeps rumbling. But, it might not be rain, that these brain dead meat sacks are sensing. It shouldn't been the meteorologists warning us about rain. The sounds of thunder is not a sign of rain to come, it's a sign of something worse. Much worse. The warning signs have been around us and we've just ignored them. IT has appeared and we've just ignored IT. Bad things are about to happen and we are just going to ignore them.
As the Baltimoreans are on their way to work, traffic is practically bumper to bumper, downtown. Car horns, random profanity, and unfortunate racial slurs echo throughout the surrounding traffic. Tempers are already flying around the city. What the people in Baltimore don't realize that on February 7th, they are not going to be the same again. IT has risen, Hell hath no fury like a psychopath scorn. But, like any other day, the morning starts off slow. Traffic at a stand still, because of either a construction project not finished on schedule or there could be a traffic accident. Based, on the facts, during this time of the day, could be the latter.*-_.~
For WCF reporter Hank Brown, his day will be real busy. He already has a full list of requests for interviews by wrestlers, in the WCF. In the small cramp office, sits Hank Brown looking over his daily itinerary.
Hank Brown: Man, I have a lot to do today.
~._-*Sitting, a few feet away, near, at another desk is Davey. Davey was Oceb Aughion's personal cameraman. But, when it was revealed that Oceb Aughion was really Oblivion, Davey was no longer employed by Oceb Aughion. Rumors were that WCF reassigned Davey to be one of Hank Brown's cameramen. Today, he sits with Hank. Davey has his feet propped up on the desk, as the camera is on top of the desk. With his hands rested behind his head, Davey hears the phone ring and answers it.*-_.~
Davey(talking on the phone):Hello, Hank Brown's office. Yes? Oh, hello. Yea, I know Baltimore. No, I don't know where that building. But, I'm sure I will be able to find it. But, I have to tell y-. But... We are all the way over... You do understand it's gonna take... But... but... EXCUSE ME?!
~._-*When Davey raised his voice, that struck a curious nerve with Hank, as he now pays attention.*-_.~
Davey(talking on the phone):Do you want us to be there? Okay, then. Now it's gonna take us a few hours to get there, that's even if we can get a flight quickly or not. It might takes us longer than that. Now, you know, if you would of called us sooner, we would of....
<CLICK>
Davey: OH-H-H HEL-LL-L NO!! No he didn't! Son of a bitch!
Hank Brown: What was that all about?
Davey: That <inaudible> hung up on me!
Hank Brown: Who?
Davey: I really don't know. First of all, the voice sounded distorted and muffled. I had a hard time understanding them.
Hank Brown: What did they say?
Davey: The person said if we want an interview with his client....
Hank Brown: Was it a lawyer?
Davey: No? Defiantly not a lawyer. The voice sounded weird. This will sound crazy, but the voice almost didn't sound human.
Hank Brown: What DID it sound like?
Davey: It's really hard to say. It sounded empty-like. Shallow. Life-less. Almost robotic. Anyways. They want us to come to Baltimore and interview them there?
~._-*Davey looks down at his arms.*-_.~
Davey: Look! The hairs on my arms are standing on end.
Hank Brown: You might be a bit chilly.
Davey: I'm not cold.
Hank Brown: It doesn't matter. Back to the conversation. Who is them? Who are we supposed to interview? And when, more like IF we go, how would we know if we were meeting the right person?
Davey: I don't know. I just know what I've been told.
Hank Brown: This could be really dangerous. going into unknown situation just for a story.
~._-*Davey goes online and purchases two coach round-trip tickets to Baltimore. As he types, he talks to Hank..*-_.~
Davey: Hey, Hank!
Hank Brown: What?
Davey: I just purchased the tickets.
Hank Brown: When?
Davey: We need to pack now. We'll be gone all week in Baltimore. Now, you might bouncing all over, because of all the interview requests.
Hank Brown: Yea!
Davey: It'll take us 30 minutes to pack and 45 minutes to get to the airport.
~._-*Davey looks at his watch.*-_.~
Davey: And it's 9:35 A.M. and by the time we get there it will be ten minutes till eleven. But, that means if we pack right now.
Hank Brown: When is the flight?
Davey: The flight is...
~._-*Davey looks at the pad on which he wrote all the information on.*-_.~
Davey: The flight is 12:15 p.m
Hank Brown: Okay, let me finish my coffee and we go to our places and pack and you will pick me and we'll go to the airport, for our flights. We might have to be there 45 minutes early, for the airport bs.
Davey: Yea, bs is like it alright. I heard about this guy, who just had brain surgery and he has a metal shunt in his head.
Hank Brown: No kidding, interesting. What happened, did airport security overreact?
Davey: That's the understatement of the year! He went through the metal detector and the shunt caused it to go off. Security even used their portable hand metal detectors.
Hank Brown: What happened?!
Davey: They took him to a room with his stuff, by himself. Remember he just had brain surgery. They stripped searched him, almost anyways. Just his shirt off. After they realized what his friends said was true. They let him go. So, yeah we need to go early, just in case something THAT stupid happens.
Hank Brown: Before we leave to go pack, I'm curious what match are you excited to see at Slam?
Davey: I'm curious about Oblivion's Television title defense. He just creeps me out!
Hank Brown: You don't know the whole story about that monster.
Davey: Why, what's about him?
Hank Brown: A year ago, maybe less, but Oblivion didn't exist. Ace Slaughter came to WCF with decent credentials. Former two time World Champion, who had been beloved in other organization as this HUGE baby-face. This All-American Captain American type. After his wife died, he completely went dark. We just lost it. You know how some wrestlers will keep their same name, but change their looks?
Davey: Yea?
Hank Brown: That's what Slaughter did. He came here with great fan fare, then he just snapped. He started hearing voices and he just became non-existent. Oblivion who had been one of Stephan Johnson's, who is his real name, personality. His dominant personality, to be exact. Oblivion always said, he is here to protect Stephan Johnson. Ace Slaughter can just "f*ck off"!
Davey: So, that's why Ace Slaughter came out first, so Oblivion could use that as some kind of execution, of sorts. To prove to everyone that Ace Slaughter is dead!
Hank Brown: Exactly! Well, kid. We better get a move on. We have a lot to do and we have not even got there yet. We still have to find them too!
Davey: You're right. So, we go our separate ways and I will go and pick you up, then we go to the airport?
Hank Brown: Exactly! It's now 10:11. We will need to get to the airport by 11:30. So, just pack for a week. My hotel is somewhere around here and I know you live around here. Go pack and hurry and come pick me up.
Davey: Got it....
Up next.... Part II of The Return.
As the Baltimoreans are on their way to work, traffic is practically bumper to bumper, downtown. Car horns, random profanity, and unfortunate racial slurs echo throughout the surrounding traffic. Tempers are already flying around the city. What the people in Baltimore don't realize that on February 7th, they are not going to be the same again. IT has risen, Hell hath no fury like a psychopath scorn. But, like any other day, the morning starts off slow. Traffic at a stand still, because of either a construction project not finished on schedule or there could be a traffic accident. Based, on the facts, during this time of the day, could be the latter.*-_.~
~._*Somewhere in Florida*-_.~
For WCF reporter Hank Brown, his day will be real busy. He already has a full list of requests for interviews by wrestlers, in the WCF. In the small cramp office, sits Hank Brown looking over his daily itinerary.
Hank Brown: Man, I have a lot to do today.
~._-*Sitting, a few feet away, near, at another desk is Davey. Davey was Oceb Aughion's personal cameraman. But, when it was revealed that Oceb Aughion was really Oblivion, Davey was no longer employed by Oceb Aughion. Rumors were that WCF reassigned Davey to be one of Hank Brown's cameramen. Today, he sits with Hank. Davey has his feet propped up on the desk, as the camera is on top of the desk. With his hands rested behind his head, Davey hears the phone ring and answers it.*-_.~
Davey(talking on the phone):Hello, Hank Brown's office. Yes? Oh, hello. Yea, I know Baltimore. No, I don't know where that building. But, I'm sure I will be able to find it. But, I have to tell y-. But... We are all the way over... You do understand it's gonna take... But... but... EXCUSE ME?!
~._-*When Davey raised his voice, that struck a curious nerve with Hank, as he now pays attention.*-_.~
Davey(talking on the phone):Do you want us to be there? Okay, then. Now it's gonna take us a few hours to get there, that's even if we can get a flight quickly or not. It might takes us longer than that. Now, you know, if you would of called us sooner, we would of....
<CLICK>
Davey: OH-H-H HEL-LL-L NO!! No he didn't! Son of a bitch!
Hank Brown: What was that all about?
Davey: That <inaudible> hung up on me!
Hank Brown: Who?
Davey: I really don't know. First of all, the voice sounded distorted and muffled. I had a hard time understanding them.
Hank Brown: What did they say?
Davey: The person said if we want an interview with his client....
Hank Brown: Was it a lawyer?
Davey: No? Defiantly not a lawyer. The voice sounded weird. This will sound crazy, but the voice almost didn't sound human.
Hank Brown: What DID it sound like?
Davey: It's really hard to say. It sounded empty-like. Shallow. Life-less. Almost robotic. Anyways. They want us to come to Baltimore and interview them there?
~._-*Davey looks down at his arms.*-_.~
Davey: Look! The hairs on my arms are standing on end.
Hank Brown: You might be a bit chilly.
Davey: I'm not cold.
Hank Brown: It doesn't matter. Back to the conversation. Who is them? Who are we supposed to interview? And when, more like IF we go, how would we know if we were meeting the right person?
Davey: I don't know. I just know what I've been told.
Hank Brown: This could be really dangerous. going into unknown situation just for a story.
~._-*Davey goes online and purchases two coach round-trip tickets to Baltimore. As he types, he talks to Hank..*-_.~
Davey: Hey, Hank!
Hank Brown: What?
Davey: I just purchased the tickets.
Hank Brown: When?
Davey: We need to pack now. We'll be gone all week in Baltimore. Now, you might bouncing all over, because of all the interview requests.
Hank Brown: Yea!
Davey: It'll take us 30 minutes to pack and 45 minutes to get to the airport.
~._-*Davey looks at his watch.*-_.~
Davey: And it's 9:35 A.M. and by the time we get there it will be ten minutes till eleven. But, that means if we pack right now.
Hank Brown: When is the flight?
Davey: The flight is...
~._-*Davey looks at the pad on which he wrote all the information on.*-_.~
Davey: The flight is 12:15 p.m
Hank Brown: Okay, let me finish my coffee and we go to our places and pack and you will pick me and we'll go to the airport, for our flights. We might have to be there 45 minutes early, for the airport bs.
Davey: Yea, bs is like it alright. I heard about this guy, who just had brain surgery and he has a metal shunt in his head.
Hank Brown: No kidding, interesting. What happened, did airport security overreact?
Davey: That's the understatement of the year! He went through the metal detector and the shunt caused it to go off. Security even used their portable hand metal detectors.
Hank Brown: What happened?!
Davey: They took him to a room with his stuff, by himself. Remember he just had brain surgery. They stripped searched him, almost anyways. Just his shirt off. After they realized what his friends said was true. They let him go. So, yeah we need to go early, just in case something THAT stupid happens.
Hank Brown: Before we leave to go pack, I'm curious what match are you excited to see at Slam?
Davey: I'm curious about Oblivion's Television title defense. He just creeps me out!
Hank Brown: You don't know the whole story about that monster.
Davey: Why, what's about him?
Hank Brown: A year ago, maybe less, but Oblivion didn't exist. Ace Slaughter came to WCF with decent credentials. Former two time World Champion, who had been beloved in other organization as this HUGE baby-face. This All-American Captain American type. After his wife died, he completely went dark. We just lost it. You know how some wrestlers will keep their same name, but change their looks?
Davey: Yea?
Hank Brown: That's what Slaughter did. He came here with great fan fare, then he just snapped. He started hearing voices and he just became non-existent. Oblivion who had been one of Stephan Johnson's, who is his real name, personality. His dominant personality, to be exact. Oblivion always said, he is here to protect Stephan Johnson. Ace Slaughter can just "f*ck off"!
Davey: So, that's why Ace Slaughter came out first, so Oblivion could use that as some kind of execution, of sorts. To prove to everyone that Ace Slaughter is dead!
Hank Brown: Exactly! Well, kid. We better get a move on. We have a lot to do and we have not even got there yet. We still have to find them too!
Davey: You're right. So, we go our separate ways and I will go and pick you up, then we go to the airport?
Hank Brown: Exactly! It's now 10:11. We will need to get to the airport by 11:30. So, just pack for a week. My hotel is somewhere around here and I know you live around here. Go pack and hurry and come pick me up.
Davey: Got it....
Up next.... Part II of The Return.
