Post by oblivion on Feb 4, 2011 17:24:23 GMT -5
~._-*Davey gets to Hank Brown's hotel at 10:45. Standing there, is good ol' Hank. Davey parks his Chevy truck and gets out. He walks over to Hank and helps him with his suitcase.*-_.~
Davey: So, Hank you ready and go to Baltimore and see who this mystery person is, that wants us to talk to them?[/color]
~._-*Hank just stands there and looks real nervous.*-_.~
Hank Brown: I'm real scared. We are walking into unknown situation. This could be some crazy person, waiting to hack us up. We go missing for weeks, while blowflies and maggots eat away our flesh.[/color]
Davey: JESUS CHRIST, HANK! Get a hold of yourself! You're a professional. And besides, people know where we are going. Anything that happens to us or we go missing, people will come find us. Chill, be cool.[/color]
~._-*Hank just stands there and looks real nervous.*-_.~
Davey: Hank! We'll be fine![/color]
Hank Brown: You promise?[/color]
Davey: Hank! We'll be fine! Need to get to the airport by 11:30, so buckle up![/color]
~._-*With both inside the truck's cab and both buckled up, Davey looks over to Hank.*-_.~
Davey: Besides, Hank, what could possibly go wrong?![/color]
~._-*As the truck drives away, Hank looks over to his left, at Davey, with a real concerned look on his face.*-_.~
Airline Stewardess: As we are about to land here at the Baltimore-Washington Airport, we at Southwest Airlines hoped you enjoyed your flight and we hope you have a wonderful day. It is 3:45 p.m.[/color]
~._-*Hank and Davey leave their seats and grab for their carry on luggage. They proceed to walk down the aisle, when they see the line of people near the exit, of the plane. A stewardess and a steward are saying their goodbyes to the passing passengers.*-_.~
Airline Stewardess: Buh-bye.[/color]
Airline Steward: Have a nice day.[/color]
Female passenger: Excuse m-....[/color]
Airline Stewardess: Buh-bye.[/color]
Airline Steward: Please keep moving, please.[/color]
Female passenger: But, I have a ques-....[/color]
Airline Stewardess: I said buh-bye.[/color]
~._-*As people were passing by, the stewardess was waving with her hand upright and just bending the fingers where it meets the top part of her hand. The husband, of the woman asking the question, is a very large muscular man. He approaches and flexes towards the obnoxious stewardess and steward.*-_.~
Male passenger: My wife said she has a ques-....[/color]
~._-*At this time, Hank Brown is getting anxious.*-_.~
Hank Brown(yells): What's the hold up?[/color]
Airline Steward: Manilla Gorilla?! You're holding up the line. Buh... Bye!![/color]
Airline Stewardess: Yea, buh-bye.[/color]
~._-*The very muscular man says to the steward.*-_.~
Male passenger: I'll be seeing you later![/color]
~._-*The large man pounds his right fist into his left palm. The steward gets startled.*-_.~
Airline Steward: Whatever! Buh... Bye!![/color]
~._-*Davey and Hank finally get to the exit. They walk past, as Davey flips off the steward and the stewardess. They walk off the plane, as they walk towards the terminal, to get their luggage.*-_.~
Davey: Here's our luggage![/color]
~._-*Both Hank and Davey grabs for their luggage, when Davey turns to Hank.*-_.~
Davey: I have already made arrangements. I made the reservations at the hotel. I even called for a...[/color]
~._-*At that time, they walk out of the terminal and sees everyone bundled up. In Baltimore, with the chilly winds, in the air and at almost fifteen minutes after five, a cherry red 2011 Toyota Corolla is waiting for them. A valet is standing beside it.*-_.~
Valet: Here is your car, Mr. Limonson. But I will need to see some identification, to verify that this is your car.[/color]
~._-*Hank stands, looking at Davey, with an impressive grin across his face. Davey hands the valet his I.D.*-_.~
Valet: Okay, David, here is back your card. Sorry for the inconvenience. I hope you enjoy yourself here at Baltimore.[/color]
~._-*Davey shakes the valet's hand, as he hands him a ten dollar tip.*-_.~
Valet: Thank you, Mr. Limonson. Have a great day!![/color]
~._-*With the luggage in the trunk and backseat, Davey and Hank gets into the car.*-_.~
Hank Brown: You did realize, you just handed the valet a ten, right?[/color]
Davey: No worries, Hank. I live comfortably. It's okay. I made ALL the arrangements. Paid for everything.[/color]
Hank Brown: You really impress me, kid. WCF really found themselves a find, when they got you from Oceb Aughion. Now, let's go to the hotel , so we can unpack and relax before we do ANYTHING.[/color]
Davey: Yea, about that. We're not going straight to the hotel.[/color]
Hank Brown: We're not?!?[/color]
Davey: Nope. We're going straight to where I think I know where Oblivion is hiding at.[/color]
Hank Brown: WH-WHAT?!?[/color]
~._-*Davey holds up a small camera and begins filming with THAT camera.*-_.~
Davey[/color](looking into the camera): I figured since I'll be working for WCF, now, I though we could make a great impression. Now, that I'm the property of WCF, I figured I would be available for anyone that would need a cameraman for their promos. Now, tell me about this ou--u-u scary Oblivion.
Hank Brown: WH-WHAT?!? You're serious, right?! Oblivion is no joke!! He doesn't play around. You see, I've explained this over and over and over again, so the new kids that are coming through here, knows that Oblivion is TRULY insane!! No lies, no tricks, nothing. He is straight up loony bin material! In fact, Oblivion is not even flesh and bone.[/color]
Davey: What!? If he was Oceb, then I can see him. How in the Hell, is he NOT flesh and bone? He's now someone else?[/color]
Hank Brown: I'll try and keep it simple. Stephan Johnson is the body. When you look at Oblivion, that monster is in the body, more like the psyche of Stephan Johnson. Stephan started wrestling pro in 1990, then in Feb, of '91, he became Ace Slaughter. He used that character forever. Where ever he went, he preached ALWAYS DO THE RIGHT THING! He fought the good fight. Then, it finally happened?[/color]
Davey: What!? Tell me.[/color]
Hank Brown: In late 2004, he was wrestling for two of the eight organizations of the NeWA. He was a multi-title holder. He joined the main stable there, shocked everyone. Changed his entire outlook in life. Rather than "do the right thing" and help others, he only thought of only one thing and that was getting paid and get paid large. That's why he joined Team NWA. In 2005 Stephan's wife got murdered, he went insane with guilt and pain. Despite medications, his psychosis got worse and he manifested multiple personalities, one of those was HIS protective personality, that Stephen didn't even knew existed.[/color]
Davey: What you are saying that Stephan Johnson is TOTALLY non-existent. Until, one day he was living his life only as Ace Slaughter. Johnson no longer existed. Gone! Slaughter stopped taking the medications and his protective personality became larger and eventually took over?[/color]
Hank Brown: Exactly![/color]
Davey: Now, Oblivion knows about Stephan Johnson being a wrestler named Ace Slaughter, but if Oblivion went away and Stephan became more coherent he wouldn't know anything about Oblivion?[/color]
Hank Brown: What I'm saying is Oblivion is in total control and he isn't letting go of control! Now with a 6'5" foot frame with 305 pounds of complete muscle, I mean total wall of muscle. He moves like an agile cat. Robby Knox is not going to know what hit him! Now, I do have to reinforce this. <coughs> We are going to go to a place where probably it might be the freakiest place you have ever witnessed. Oblivion is sick and twisted. He has no regards to human life. He could care less who you are. You get in his way, he will destroy you. Not just "defeat" you, I mean kill you.[/color]
Davey: You mean murder. You mean dead...murder. Hack me up and sh*t like that?[/color]
Hank Brown: You're not getting it. To Oblivion this is not just about wrestling. He doesn't go by a code of conduct or believes in any kind of ethics. He doesn't follow man's laws. He is a psychotic delusion by an insane man, who has no human qualities whatsoever. This is not a wrestling gimmick, we have a truly dangerous thing, running around WCF. And that poor son of a bitch Robby Knox has to face him in the middle of the ring at Slam. Before we had Oblivion, we had another psychopath, a known serial killer. named...[/color]
Davey: A serial killer?!? A deranged mental patient?!? What kind of organization is this?![/color]
Hank Brown: ...his name is Greenfever. Oblivion had one hell of a bloody rivalry with him. They couldn't even be in the same room with each other, without wanting to tear into each other's flesh and cause internal injuries to each other! Now, without Greenfever, Oblivion is the residential psychopath, who basically has a license to hurt and maim.[/color]
Davey: And this is who we are going to see? Oh, Hel-ll-ll no![/color]
Hank Brown: By the way, you do have the address?[/color]
Davey: Yes, I do. It's on the GPS.[/color]
Female voice: Take a left turn..... now.[/color]
~._-*Davey takes a left and pulls up to a dirt road. Straight ahead is a steel factory, that is up for sale. The factory mass produces steel products for a number of metal services costumers that include food processors, manufacturers, power plants, construction companies, mechanical contractors, machine shops, highway contractors, and Government contractors steel fabrication. Davey pulls up as Hank says...*-_.~
Hank Brown: Are you positive, this IS the place?![/color]
Davey: Yes. I put in the location in my GPS, on what my people told me on the information they got. Oblivion should be here![/color]
~._-*Both Davey and Hank get out of the car. Davey has the camera and the mic set up, with gear.*-_.~
Hank Brown: Are you positive, that you are ready for this?![/color]
Davey: Yea. I mean c'mon, what's he gonna do? He's probably all smoke and mirrors, right?[/color]
~._-*Hank doesn't respond..*-_.~
Davey: Right?! I mean really. He's not gonna have his cult attack us and start eating our flesh and suck the marrow from the bones.... will they?[/color]
~._-*Hank still doesn't respond, as they continue walking up to the factory. Hank then out of nowhere bursts out...*-_.~
Hank Brown: HA! We're dead! Plain and simple. We're dead! Dead! They are gonna find us gutted and skinless.[/color]
~._-*Hank looks at Davey real nervous. Hank is shaking. He cannot keep his hands straight.*-_.~
Davey: C'mon, Hank buddy. This Oblivion cannot be THAT bad... is he?[/color]
Hank Brown: HA! Yes. Yes he is.[/color]
~._-*The two walk up to the factory, which looks deserted. Only if they knew. They will shortly. Unfortunately, they will.... know.*-_.~
Hank Brown: Did you tell anyone that we were here?.[/color]
Davey: Dude, you're starting to worry me.[/color]
~._-*Hank grabs Davey, by the top of his jacket.*-_.~
Hank Brown: DID YOU TELL ANYONE ABOUT US COMING HERE?!?![/color]
Davey: Yes, yes I did.[/color]
~._-*The two walk up to what looks like a loading dock and entrance way. In front of them is a metal garage door. To the right of that, is a small intercom system. On each top corner of the metal garage-like door, which slides up when engaged, by an automatic chain system, are cameras. The red lights are flashing. A loud rough voice comes over the intercom system.*-_.~
A loud voice: WHO IN THE F*CK IS THIS?!?![/color]
Davey: Dude![/color]
Hank Brown: I tried to warn you. But, did you listen? I thought I had you convinced, but no-o-o. Okay, but remember I warned you![/color]
~._-*At that point, the intercom clicks again.*-_.~
A loud voice: I ASKED.... WHO IN THE F*CK IS THIS?!?![/color]
Hank Brown: It's Hank Br-....[/color]
A loud voice: PUSH THE F*CKIN' BUTTON![/color]
Hank Brown: Oh.[/color]
~._-*The cameras shift, as Hank Brown walks over to the intercom system to talk. Hank Brown pushes the button to talk.*-_.~
Hank Brown: It is Hank Brown and his cameraman.[/color]
~._-*The garage door begins to slide up, as the chains starts to clang. After the door slides up, two guards dressed in black military uniforms are carrying military issued combat rifles.*-_.~
Guard #1: Yes?[/color]
Hank Brown: Hank Brown and his cameraman here to see Oblivion for an interview.[/color]
~._-*Guard #1 nods his head. Guard #2 comes around, from behind and grabs Hank and slam his body against the white brick wall. Breathing heavy, the guard begins to pat down Hank.*-_.~
Guard #1: Check him for weapons.[/color]
~._-*Guard #2 is a little rough with Hank.*-_.~
Davey: Dude! Be easy with him![/color]
~._-*Guard #1 instantly cocks his weapon and aims it at Davey.*-_.~
Davey: Dude![/color]
Guard #1: SHUT THE HELL UP MUTHERF*CKER!! ONE MORE WORD YOU AND YOUR FRIEND, HERE, ARE DEAD! F*CKING DEAD!! GOT ME?![/color]
Davey: ......[/color]
~._-*Guard #1 nods at Guard #2. The second guard swings his rifle and hits Hank, on the back of his head with the butt of the rifle. Hank drops to one knee, as he rubs the back of his own head.*-_.~
Davey: Dude! Not cool, dude! Not cool![/color]
~._-*Guard #2 pats down Hank. He gets to the front of Hanks body and runs his hands down to Hank's crotch and stop. He squeezes around until he got to his "special area" and grabs his "junk". The guard whispers into Hank's ear...*-_.~
Guard #2: What's this? Is this for me? Make one move or shout out one piece of noise, I will rip it off, you got me?!?[/color]
~._-*Guard #2 sniffs the back of Hank's neck, as he spins him around to finish patting him down. After finished, he pushes Hank away and grabs for Davey. But, Davey resists and he gets a rifle butt to the face, for his problems. The guard then does to Davey what he had done to Hank, including the sniffing process.*-_.~
Guard #2: Yea, they're clean.... and pure!![/color]
Guard #1: Good! We like them pure, don't we.[/color]
Guard #2: Hells yeah, we do!![/color]
~._-*Hank and Davey slowly walk into the darkness, as they look at each other.*-_.~
Guard #2: See ya around, ladies!![/color]
~._-*The Guard just sniffs his hands, after touching Hank and Davey. He cups his hands over his nose and breathes in. The two walk into the unknown and they are unaware of the danger they are about to walk into. The ground should be either covered with concrete or gravel, but instead there is a squishing sound, as they continue to step into mud. There is some light. With it being cold outside, inside the building is downright freezing. Strangely enough, they notice snakes. Snakes usually prefer warm regions, but Hank and Davey don't stop and ask the snakes why they are there, in the cold. They hear squeaks, then notice rats, big fat rats. They notice more snakes, boas and they notice southwestern blackhead snakes, Texas long nosed snakes, and Sonoran Gopher Snakes slithering all over.
Someone steps down and something went crunch. Hank and Davey hear scurrying, near their feet. They use the camera light and they noticed a bunch of stink bugs and cockroaches. There is an overwhelming smell of algae, as they notices a green slime on the walls. There are shadows and they begin to move. The shadows begin to click, moan, hiss, and groan. Beady red eyes appear from the shadows. The Gathering are around. One word from Oblivion and Hank Brown, along with the cameraman would be finished. they would nothing but a memory....*-_.~
Hank Brown: This used to be a steel mill. This place is worth 4 millions dollars, if sold?![/color]
Davey: So, we are in COLD Baltimore, Maryland tracking down an apparently psychopath, who sits in a building that is supposed to be a steel factory that is in the process of being sold. We got groped by some rouge-psuedo/free-lance soldier dude. We've seen snakes, rats, and bugs. Have I missed anything, anything at all, Hank?[/color]
Hank Brown:I think you covered everything![/color]
~._-*At that time, a huge spider drops and is hanging on a strand of webbing and is near Davey. Hank freaks out!*-_.~
Hank Brown: SPIDER!! B-B-BIG BIG SPI-I-I-I-IDER-ER-ER!![/color]
~._-*Davey turns to his left and sees the spider. Face to face. Davey completely freaks out!*-_.~
Davey: WHAT THE F*CK!? WHAT THE F*CK!? Dude! Not cool, dude! Not cool![/color]
~._-*In the somewhat darkness, a voice is heard...*-_.~
Voice: You two! Come here.... NO-O-O-O-OWW-W-W-W!![/color]
~._-*The voice echoed loudly.*-_.~
Davey: I assume that is Oblivion?[/color]
Hank Brown: Yes.[/color]
Davey: Crap![/color]
Hank Brown: Yes. Crap, if not now, you will be real soon. Making brownies in your jeans. Get ready for an emotional and psychological roller-coaster![/color]
~._-*The closer they get, the more they can hear music and they begin to think what they are seeing, are half naked women. They get to at least thirty five feet away, they now can hear music and they most defiantly see half dressed women, beautiful women groping and kissing each other, as snakes and rats slither and scatter around them....*-_.~
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~._-*Oblivion sits in his throne, with both arms on it's rests. He has a mean scowl over his face, as two women are rubbing their hands over his chest. Davey cannot keep his eyes off the beautiful women kissing and groping, practically having sex with each other, as they are near Oblivion.*-_.~
Oblivion: What do you think I did with the place? I decorated it myself. Before, it was.... was just too cold. All that steel making material around. I like using steel, it's great against skin. They way it moves against human skin. The way the skin peels off bone, because of the steel. The way human can filet like that is exhilarating. Besides, the cutting of skin, is not the best part.[/color]
Davey: What is the BEST part?![/color]
Oblivion: Ou-u-u a new-ew person![/color]
~._-*Oblivion jumps down from the throne and approaches Davey. As the new cameraman stands very still, as the Monster creeps around Davey. His long fingernailed hands grabs for Davey's hair. The cameraman resists. That enrages Oblivion, as he grabs for Davey's arm. The cameraman begins to completely freak out.*-_.~
Oblivion: Who is this flesh walker defying Oblivion?! How dare he!?![/color]
~._-*The two guards, from outside, walk back in and they begin to verbalize towards Davey.*-_.~
Guard #1: He's got you now, mutherf*cker!![/color]
~._-*The two guards begin to sing out.*-_.~
Guard #1/Guard #2:"Oblivion is gonna kill you!!"[/color]
Guard #1: When you're done with him, can I have his body?![/color]
Davey: BODY?![/color]
~._-*Again Davey resists. Oblivion continues his hard grip on Davey's arm. Oblivion digs his right index fingernail into the flesh of Davey's right forearm. Blood trickles down. Oblivion smiles, right before he begins to lick the blood off the arm of Davey. In disgust, Davey starts to try to pull away from Oblivion, but The Dark One pulls him closer, as he begin to bite down on the arm, as he takes in the blood of Davey. The cameraman begins to freak out, as he cannot believe that this... this thing is biting down and drinking his blood, from his arm.
Davey is screaming, hollering loudly, which gets everyone else riled up. The girls, that are near the throne, are now in a feverish make out session. As the screams of pain, from Davey get louder, the more the girls become more passionate with each other. The girls begin to grind against each other, as they moan out in their own passion. In a feverish quick pace, Oblivion takes in the blood of Davey and the girls are pleasuring themselves. As Oblivion finishes, he licks the arm once again and says...*-_.~
Oblivion: Now, as you both should know. Oblivion is not a vampire. That's stupid! Oblivion just enjoys the taste of human flesh. IT really enjoys the taste of human blood. Not the same as animal blood, but human blood Oblivion enjoys more. Now, onto business...[/color]
~._-*As Oblivion let's go of Davey, the cameraman just collapses to the wet, damp, and cold ground. Multitude of snakes slither over the limp body of Davey. Hank looks petrified, as Oblivion dips down as he recovers the camera. Oblivion is fascinated with it.*-_.~
Oblivion: Hank Brown, Oblivion remembers you. What is it you two wanted?[/color]
~._-*The reporter gulps, before speaking.*-_.~
Hank Brown: I wanted an interview of your viewpoints on your match, your first title defense, against the newcomer Robbie Knox![/color]
~._-*Oblivion puts the camera close to his masked face.*-_.~
Oblivion: Robbie Knox. You're humor and charisma will be no match for Oblivion's brute strength and Oblivion's knowledge of wrestling. You're nothing but flesh! You're a high-flyer that is about to have his wings clipped! Oblivion will use you as a toy, like a cat does with a mouse, before... THE CAT EATS THE MOUSE. But, mice are much larger than you are. Sorry to say, but the excrement from Oblivion is much larger than you are. You are a small man going up against a giant of a monster. You are already in trouble. No matter what you do now, will it be able to save you? No matter what you say, nothing will dig you out the sh*t pile, that you are already in. Hell will be a better place, than the ring we will be in, at Slam! You will experience a different kind of pain. IT will get inside your head. Your psyche will be Oblivion's new play thing. I should just bleed you out and take the consequences. It would be worth it!
Just to hear your screams. Knowing, that you know you are about to die and there is not a damn thing you could do about it!! But, that's not the case here. IT wants to defeat you. Oblivion enjoys being champion again. This body of Stephan Johnson has won every championship, here in WCF. Oblivion should know, IT checked. The only championship that this shell of a man has not won and that's the tag team championship. I'm sure when you do research on Oblivion, you will notice what Ace Slaughter and Oblivion have accomplished. But, what Oblivion is concerned about is, how IT will torture you, inside the 1st Mariner Arena. Oblivion will be enjoying hurting you. You are way-ay-ay over your head, already. You are too dumb, young, and naive to understand that. Now, that I have you already in a place of no return, the only thing left to do, is for Oblivion to defeat you and retains IT's WCF Television Championship. With that, Robert, you can...[/color]
~._-*Oblivion looks around, as he pans the camera around, until when he puts the camera back onto him and says....*-_.~
Oblivion: ...CHOKE.... ON..... THAT!!!![/color]
~._-*The Gathering emerges from the shadows and huddle around Oblivion and they screech out....*-_.~
The Gathering: BI-I-I-ITCHE-E-E-ESS-SS-S-S!!![/color]
~._-*The camera is panned back onto Oblivion. As IT speaks...*-_.~
Oblivion: See you in Hell![/color]
~._-*With that, Oblivion takes the camera and is about to throw it down, to the ground. Hank starts to yell out, as the camera is thrown to the ground...*-_.~
Hank Brown: NO-O-O-......[/color]
[The scene ends in static.]
Davey: So, Hank you ready and go to Baltimore and see who this mystery person is, that wants us to talk to them?[/color]
~._-*Hank just stands there and looks real nervous.*-_.~
Hank Brown: I'm real scared. We are walking into unknown situation. This could be some crazy person, waiting to hack us up. We go missing for weeks, while blowflies and maggots eat away our flesh.[/color]
Davey: JESUS CHRIST, HANK! Get a hold of yourself! You're a professional. And besides, people know where we are going. Anything that happens to us or we go missing, people will come find us. Chill, be cool.[/color]
~._-*Hank just stands there and looks real nervous.*-_.~
Davey: Hank! We'll be fine![/color]
Hank Brown: You promise?[/color]
Davey: Hank! We'll be fine! Need to get to the airport by 11:30, so buckle up![/color]
~._-*With both inside the truck's cab and both buckled up, Davey looks over to Hank.*-_.~
Davey: Besides, Hank, what could possibly go wrong?![/color]
~._-*As the truck drives away, Hank looks over to his left, at Davey, with a real concerned look on his face.*-_.~
(FOUR HOURS AND FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER)
Airline Stewardess: As we are about to land here at the Baltimore-Washington Airport, we at Southwest Airlines hoped you enjoyed your flight and we hope you have a wonderful day. It is 3:45 p.m.[/color]
~._-*Hank and Davey leave their seats and grab for their carry on luggage. They proceed to walk down the aisle, when they see the line of people near the exit, of the plane. A stewardess and a steward are saying their goodbyes to the passing passengers.*-_.~
Airline Stewardess: Buh-bye.[/color]
Airline Steward: Have a nice day.[/color]
Female passenger: Excuse m-....[/color]
Airline Stewardess: Buh-bye.[/color]
Airline Steward: Please keep moving, please.[/color]
Female passenger: But, I have a ques-....[/color]
Airline Stewardess: I said buh-bye.[/color]
~._-*As people were passing by, the stewardess was waving with her hand upright and just bending the fingers where it meets the top part of her hand. The husband, of the woman asking the question, is a very large muscular man. He approaches and flexes towards the obnoxious stewardess and steward.*-_.~
Male passenger: My wife said she has a ques-....[/color]
~._-*At this time, Hank Brown is getting anxious.*-_.~
Hank Brown(yells): What's the hold up?[/color]
Airline Steward: Manilla Gorilla?! You're holding up the line. Buh... Bye!![/color]
Airline Stewardess: Yea, buh-bye.[/color]
~._-*The very muscular man says to the steward.*-_.~
Male passenger: I'll be seeing you later![/color]
~._-*The large man pounds his right fist into his left palm. The steward gets startled.*-_.~
Airline Steward: Whatever! Buh... Bye!![/color]
~._-*Davey and Hank finally get to the exit. They walk past, as Davey flips off the steward and the stewardess. They walk off the plane, as they walk towards the terminal, to get their luggage.*-_.~
(FORTY FIVE MINUTES LATER)
Davey: Here's our luggage![/color]
~._-*Both Hank and Davey grabs for their luggage, when Davey turns to Hank.*-_.~
Davey: I have already made arrangements. I made the reservations at the hotel. I even called for a...[/color]
~._-*At that time, they walk out of the terminal and sees everyone bundled up. In Baltimore, with the chilly winds, in the air and at almost fifteen minutes after five, a cherry red 2011 Toyota Corolla is waiting for them. A valet is standing beside it.*-_.~
Valet: Here is your car, Mr. Limonson. But I will need to see some identification, to verify that this is your car.[/color]
~._-*Hank stands, looking at Davey, with an impressive grin across his face. Davey hands the valet his I.D.*-_.~
Valet: Okay, David, here is back your card. Sorry for the inconvenience. I hope you enjoy yourself here at Baltimore.[/color]
~._-*Davey shakes the valet's hand, as he hands him a ten dollar tip.*-_.~
Valet: Thank you, Mr. Limonson. Have a great day!![/color]
~._-*With the luggage in the trunk and backseat, Davey and Hank gets into the car.*-_.~
Hank Brown: You did realize, you just handed the valet a ten, right?[/color]
Davey: No worries, Hank. I live comfortably. It's okay. I made ALL the arrangements. Paid for everything.[/color]
Hank Brown: You really impress me, kid. WCF really found themselves a find, when they got you from Oceb Aughion. Now, let's go to the hotel , so we can unpack and relax before we do ANYTHING.[/color]
Davey: Yea, about that. We're not going straight to the hotel.[/color]
Hank Brown: We're not?!?[/color]
Davey: Nope. We're going straight to where I think I know where Oblivion is hiding at.[/color]
Hank Brown: WH-WHAT?!?[/color]
~._-*Davey holds up a small camera and begins filming with THAT camera.*-_.~
Davey[/color](looking into the camera): I figured since I'll be working for WCF, now, I though we could make a great impression. Now, that I'm the property of WCF, I figured I would be available for anyone that would need a cameraman for their promos. Now, tell me about this ou--u-u scary Oblivion.
Hank Brown: WH-WHAT?!? You're serious, right?! Oblivion is no joke!! He doesn't play around. You see, I've explained this over and over and over again, so the new kids that are coming through here, knows that Oblivion is TRULY insane!! No lies, no tricks, nothing. He is straight up loony bin material! In fact, Oblivion is not even flesh and bone.[/color]
Davey: What!? If he was Oceb, then I can see him. How in the Hell, is he NOT flesh and bone? He's now someone else?[/color]
Hank Brown: I'll try and keep it simple. Stephan Johnson is the body. When you look at Oblivion, that monster is in the body, more like the psyche of Stephan Johnson. Stephan started wrestling pro in 1990, then in Feb, of '91, he became Ace Slaughter. He used that character forever. Where ever he went, he preached ALWAYS DO THE RIGHT THING! He fought the good fight. Then, it finally happened?[/color]
Davey: What!? Tell me.[/color]
Hank Brown: In late 2004, he was wrestling for two of the eight organizations of the NeWA. He was a multi-title holder. He joined the main stable there, shocked everyone. Changed his entire outlook in life. Rather than "do the right thing" and help others, he only thought of only one thing and that was getting paid and get paid large. That's why he joined Team NWA. In 2005 Stephan's wife got murdered, he went insane with guilt and pain. Despite medications, his psychosis got worse and he manifested multiple personalities, one of those was HIS protective personality, that Stephen didn't even knew existed.[/color]
Davey: What you are saying that Stephan Johnson is TOTALLY non-existent. Until, one day he was living his life only as Ace Slaughter. Johnson no longer existed. Gone! Slaughter stopped taking the medications and his protective personality became larger and eventually took over?[/color]
Hank Brown: Exactly![/color]
Davey: Now, Oblivion knows about Stephan Johnson being a wrestler named Ace Slaughter, but if Oblivion went away and Stephan became more coherent he wouldn't know anything about Oblivion?[/color]
Hank Brown: What I'm saying is Oblivion is in total control and he isn't letting go of control! Now with a 6'5" foot frame with 305 pounds of complete muscle, I mean total wall of muscle. He moves like an agile cat. Robby Knox is not going to know what hit him! Now, I do have to reinforce this. <coughs> We are going to go to a place where probably it might be the freakiest place you have ever witnessed. Oblivion is sick and twisted. He has no regards to human life. He could care less who you are. You get in his way, he will destroy you. Not just "defeat" you, I mean kill you.[/color]
Davey: You mean murder. You mean dead...murder. Hack me up and sh*t like that?[/color]
Hank Brown: You're not getting it. To Oblivion this is not just about wrestling. He doesn't go by a code of conduct or believes in any kind of ethics. He doesn't follow man's laws. He is a psychotic delusion by an insane man, who has no human qualities whatsoever. This is not a wrestling gimmick, we have a truly dangerous thing, running around WCF. And that poor son of a bitch Robby Knox has to face him in the middle of the ring at Slam. Before we had Oblivion, we had another psychopath, a known serial killer. named...[/color]
Davey: A serial killer?!? A deranged mental patient?!? What kind of organization is this?![/color]
Hank Brown: ...his name is Greenfever. Oblivion had one hell of a bloody rivalry with him. They couldn't even be in the same room with each other, without wanting to tear into each other's flesh and cause internal injuries to each other! Now, without Greenfever, Oblivion is the residential psychopath, who basically has a license to hurt and maim.[/color]
Davey: And this is who we are going to see? Oh, Hel-ll-ll no![/color]
Hank Brown: By the way, you do have the address?[/color]
Davey: Yes, I do. It's on the GPS.[/color]
Female voice: Take a left turn..... now.[/color]
~._-*Davey takes a left and pulls up to a dirt road. Straight ahead is a steel factory, that is up for sale. The factory mass produces steel products for a number of metal services costumers that include food processors, manufacturers, power plants, construction companies, mechanical contractors, machine shops, highway contractors, and Government contractors steel fabrication. Davey pulls up as Hank says...*-_.~
Hank Brown: Are you positive, this IS the place?![/color]
Davey: Yes. I put in the location in my GPS, on what my people told me on the information they got. Oblivion should be here![/color]
~._-*Both Davey and Hank get out of the car. Davey has the camera and the mic set up, with gear.*-_.~
Hank Brown: Are you positive, that you are ready for this?![/color]
Davey: Yea. I mean c'mon, what's he gonna do? He's probably all smoke and mirrors, right?[/color]
~._-*Hank doesn't respond..*-_.~
Davey: Right?! I mean really. He's not gonna have his cult attack us and start eating our flesh and suck the marrow from the bones.... will they?[/color]
~._-*Hank still doesn't respond, as they continue walking up to the factory. Hank then out of nowhere bursts out...*-_.~
Hank Brown: HA! We're dead! Plain and simple. We're dead! Dead! They are gonna find us gutted and skinless.[/color]
~._-*Hank looks at Davey real nervous. Hank is shaking. He cannot keep his hands straight.*-_.~
Davey: C'mon, Hank buddy. This Oblivion cannot be THAT bad... is he?[/color]
Hank Brown: HA! Yes. Yes he is.[/color]
~._-*The two walk up to the factory, which looks deserted. Only if they knew. They will shortly. Unfortunately, they will.... know.*-_.~
Hank Brown: Did you tell anyone that we were here?.[/color]
Davey: Dude, you're starting to worry me.[/color]
~._-*Hank grabs Davey, by the top of his jacket.*-_.~
Hank Brown: DID YOU TELL ANYONE ABOUT US COMING HERE?!?![/color]
Davey: Yes, yes I did.[/color]
~._-*The two walk up to what looks like a loading dock and entrance way. In front of them is a metal garage door. To the right of that, is a small intercom system. On each top corner of the metal garage-like door, which slides up when engaged, by an automatic chain system, are cameras. The red lights are flashing. A loud rough voice comes over the intercom system.*-_.~
A loud voice: WHO IN THE F*CK IS THIS?!?![/color]
Davey: Dude![/color]
Hank Brown: I tried to warn you. But, did you listen? I thought I had you convinced, but no-o-o. Okay, but remember I warned you![/color]
~._-*At that point, the intercom clicks again.*-_.~
A loud voice: I ASKED.... WHO IN THE F*CK IS THIS?!?![/color]
Hank Brown: It's Hank Br-....[/color]
A loud voice: PUSH THE F*CKIN' BUTTON![/color]
Hank Brown: Oh.[/color]
~._-*The cameras shift, as Hank Brown walks over to the intercom system to talk. Hank Brown pushes the button to talk.*-_.~
Hank Brown: It is Hank Brown and his cameraman.[/color]
~._-*The garage door begins to slide up, as the chains starts to clang. After the door slides up, two guards dressed in black military uniforms are carrying military issued combat rifles.*-_.~
Guard #1: Yes?[/color]
Hank Brown: Hank Brown and his cameraman here to see Oblivion for an interview.[/color]
~._-*Guard #1 nods his head. Guard #2 comes around, from behind and grabs Hank and slam his body against the white brick wall. Breathing heavy, the guard begins to pat down Hank.*-_.~
Guard #1: Check him for weapons.[/color]
~._-*Guard #2 is a little rough with Hank.*-_.~
Davey: Dude! Be easy with him![/color]
~._-*Guard #1 instantly cocks his weapon and aims it at Davey.*-_.~
Davey: Dude![/color]
Guard #1: SHUT THE HELL UP MUTHERF*CKER!! ONE MORE WORD YOU AND YOUR FRIEND, HERE, ARE DEAD! F*CKING DEAD!! GOT ME?![/color]
Davey: ......[/color]
~._-*Guard #1 nods at Guard #2. The second guard swings his rifle and hits Hank, on the back of his head with the butt of the rifle. Hank drops to one knee, as he rubs the back of his own head.*-_.~
Davey: Dude! Not cool, dude! Not cool![/color]
~._-*Guard #2 pats down Hank. He gets to the front of Hanks body and runs his hands down to Hank's crotch and stop. He squeezes around until he got to his "special area" and grabs his "junk". The guard whispers into Hank's ear...*-_.~
Guard #2: What's this? Is this for me? Make one move or shout out one piece of noise, I will rip it off, you got me?!?[/color]
~._-*Guard #2 sniffs the back of Hank's neck, as he spins him around to finish patting him down. After finished, he pushes Hank away and grabs for Davey. But, Davey resists and he gets a rifle butt to the face, for his problems. The guard then does to Davey what he had done to Hank, including the sniffing process.*-_.~
Guard #2: Yea, they're clean.... and pure!![/color]
Guard #1: Good! We like them pure, don't we.[/color]
Guard #2: Hells yeah, we do!![/color]
~._-*Hank and Davey slowly walk into the darkness, as they look at each other.*-_.~
Guard #2: See ya around, ladies!![/color]
~._-*The Guard just sniffs his hands, after touching Hank and Davey. He cups his hands over his nose and breathes in. The two walk into the unknown and they are unaware of the danger they are about to walk into. The ground should be either covered with concrete or gravel, but instead there is a squishing sound, as they continue to step into mud. There is some light. With it being cold outside, inside the building is downright freezing. Strangely enough, they notice snakes. Snakes usually prefer warm regions, but Hank and Davey don't stop and ask the snakes why they are there, in the cold. They hear squeaks, then notice rats, big fat rats. They notice more snakes, boas and they notice southwestern blackhead snakes, Texas long nosed snakes, and Sonoran Gopher Snakes slithering all over.
Someone steps down and something went crunch. Hank and Davey hear scurrying, near their feet. They use the camera light and they noticed a bunch of stink bugs and cockroaches. There is an overwhelming smell of algae, as they notices a green slime on the walls. There are shadows and they begin to move. The shadows begin to click, moan, hiss, and groan. Beady red eyes appear from the shadows. The Gathering are around. One word from Oblivion and Hank Brown, along with the cameraman would be finished. they would nothing but a memory....*-_.~
Hank Brown: This used to be a steel mill. This place is worth 4 millions dollars, if sold?![/color]
Davey: So, we are in COLD Baltimore, Maryland tracking down an apparently psychopath, who sits in a building that is supposed to be a steel factory that is in the process of being sold. We got groped by some rouge-psuedo/free-lance soldier dude. We've seen snakes, rats, and bugs. Have I missed anything, anything at all, Hank?[/color]
Hank Brown:I think you covered everything![/color]
~._-*At that time, a huge spider drops and is hanging on a strand of webbing and is near Davey. Hank freaks out!*-_.~
Hank Brown: SPIDER!! B-B-BIG BIG SPI-I-I-I-IDER-ER-ER!![/color]
~._-*Davey turns to his left and sees the spider. Face to face. Davey completely freaks out!*-_.~
Davey: WHAT THE F*CK!? WHAT THE F*CK!? Dude! Not cool, dude! Not cool![/color]
~._-*In the somewhat darkness, a voice is heard...*-_.~
Voice: You two! Come here.... NO-O-O-O-OWW-W-W-W!![/color]
~._-*The voice echoed loudly.*-_.~
Davey: I assume that is Oblivion?[/color]
Hank Brown: Yes.[/color]
Davey: Crap![/color]
Hank Brown: Yes. Crap, if not now, you will be real soon. Making brownies in your jeans. Get ready for an emotional and psychological roller-coaster![/color]
~._-*The closer they get, the more they can hear music and they begin to think what they are seeing, are half naked women. They get to at least thirty five feet away, they now can hear music and they most defiantly see half dressed women, beautiful women groping and kissing each other, as snakes and rats slither and scatter around them....*-_.~
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~._-*Oblivion sits in his throne, with both arms on it's rests. He has a mean scowl over his face, as two women are rubbing their hands over his chest. Davey cannot keep his eyes off the beautiful women kissing and groping, practically having sex with each other, as they are near Oblivion.*-_.~
Oblivion: What do you think I did with the place? I decorated it myself. Before, it was.... was just too cold. All that steel making material around. I like using steel, it's great against skin. They way it moves against human skin. The way the skin peels off bone, because of the steel. The way human can filet like that is exhilarating. Besides, the cutting of skin, is not the best part.[/color]
Davey: What is the BEST part?![/color]
Oblivion: Ou-u-u a new-ew person![/color]
~._-*Oblivion jumps down from the throne and approaches Davey. As the new cameraman stands very still, as the Monster creeps around Davey. His long fingernailed hands grabs for Davey's hair. The cameraman resists. That enrages Oblivion, as he grabs for Davey's arm. The cameraman begins to completely freak out.*-_.~
Oblivion: Who is this flesh walker defying Oblivion?! How dare he!?![/color]
~._-*The two guards, from outside, walk back in and they begin to verbalize towards Davey.*-_.~
Guard #1: He's got you now, mutherf*cker!![/color]
~._-*The two guards begin to sing out.*-_.~
Guard #1/Guard #2:"Oblivion is gonna kill you!!"[/color]
Guard #1: When you're done with him, can I have his body?![/color]
Davey: BODY?![/color]
~._-*Again Davey resists. Oblivion continues his hard grip on Davey's arm. Oblivion digs his right index fingernail into the flesh of Davey's right forearm. Blood trickles down. Oblivion smiles, right before he begins to lick the blood off the arm of Davey. In disgust, Davey starts to try to pull away from Oblivion, but The Dark One pulls him closer, as he begin to bite down on the arm, as he takes in the blood of Davey. The cameraman begins to freak out, as he cannot believe that this... this thing is biting down and drinking his blood, from his arm.
Davey is screaming, hollering loudly, which gets everyone else riled up. The girls, that are near the throne, are now in a feverish make out session. As the screams of pain, from Davey get louder, the more the girls become more passionate with each other. The girls begin to grind against each other, as they moan out in their own passion. In a feverish quick pace, Oblivion takes in the blood of Davey and the girls are pleasuring themselves. As Oblivion finishes, he licks the arm once again and says...*-_.~
Oblivion: Now, as you both should know. Oblivion is not a vampire. That's stupid! Oblivion just enjoys the taste of human flesh. IT really enjoys the taste of human blood. Not the same as animal blood, but human blood Oblivion enjoys more. Now, onto business...[/color]
~._-*As Oblivion let's go of Davey, the cameraman just collapses to the wet, damp, and cold ground. Multitude of snakes slither over the limp body of Davey. Hank looks petrified, as Oblivion dips down as he recovers the camera. Oblivion is fascinated with it.*-_.~
Oblivion: Hank Brown, Oblivion remembers you. What is it you two wanted?[/color]
~._-*The reporter gulps, before speaking.*-_.~
Hank Brown: I wanted an interview of your viewpoints on your match, your first title defense, against the newcomer Robbie Knox![/color]
~._-*Oblivion puts the camera close to his masked face.*-_.~
Oblivion: Robbie Knox. You're humor and charisma will be no match for Oblivion's brute strength and Oblivion's knowledge of wrestling. You're nothing but flesh! You're a high-flyer that is about to have his wings clipped! Oblivion will use you as a toy, like a cat does with a mouse, before... THE CAT EATS THE MOUSE. But, mice are much larger than you are. Sorry to say, but the excrement from Oblivion is much larger than you are. You are a small man going up against a giant of a monster. You are already in trouble. No matter what you do now, will it be able to save you? No matter what you say, nothing will dig you out the sh*t pile, that you are already in. Hell will be a better place, than the ring we will be in, at Slam! You will experience a different kind of pain. IT will get inside your head. Your psyche will be Oblivion's new play thing. I should just bleed you out and take the consequences. It would be worth it!
Just to hear your screams. Knowing, that you know you are about to die and there is not a damn thing you could do about it!! But, that's not the case here. IT wants to defeat you. Oblivion enjoys being champion again. This body of Stephan Johnson has won every championship, here in WCF. Oblivion should know, IT checked. The only championship that this shell of a man has not won and that's the tag team championship. I'm sure when you do research on Oblivion, you will notice what Ace Slaughter and Oblivion have accomplished. But, what Oblivion is concerned about is, how IT will torture you, inside the 1st Mariner Arena. Oblivion will be enjoying hurting you. You are way-ay-ay over your head, already. You are too dumb, young, and naive to understand that. Now, that I have you already in a place of no return, the only thing left to do, is for Oblivion to defeat you and retains IT's WCF Television Championship. With that, Robert, you can...[/color]
~._-*Oblivion looks around, as he pans the camera around, until when he puts the camera back onto him and says....*-_.~
Oblivion: ...CHOKE.... ON..... THAT!!!![/color]
~._-*The Gathering emerges from the shadows and huddle around Oblivion and they screech out....*-_.~
The Gathering: BI-I-I-ITCHE-E-E-ESS-SS-S-S!!![/color]
~._-*The camera is panned back onto Oblivion. As IT speaks...*-_.~
Oblivion: See you in Hell![/color]
~._-*With that, Oblivion takes the camera and is about to throw it down, to the ground. Hank starts to yell out, as the camera is thrown to the ground...*-_.~
Hank Brown: NO-O-O-......[/color]
[The scene ends in static.]
