Post by Oblivion on Mar 23, 2011 20:29:32 GMT -5
*The following roleplay might have content that may be inappropriate for children under the age of 17. This roleplay has been rated NC-17 for graphic violence, strong sexual content and profane language. Parental discretion is advised.*
~._-*You are plunged into a brain-dead state of mind. Your lifeless eyes have been violently forced opened, by beyond any of your own control and consciousness. You have become a mindless zombie having no control over the evil box of doom and senselessness. You are not restrained, but you do not have the ability to move. Your own eyes begin to burn, as they tear up. Your simple acknowledgment of what reality is, is not what it seems. Simple brain functions go into hyper speed, as you are forced to visualize what is in front of you from the evil box of doom. The limbic system, inside your brain, is expeditiously turning you into a psychological train wreck. The visuals that you are observing, are turning you into a uncontrollable monster. With each second of watching mindless dribble, you are becoming more enraged with disorder and mind mismanagement. You are struggling with your own subconscious, as you are trying to force your eyes closed. Your eyelids will be ripped away from your head, as they are attached with metal file clips, while the clips are attached to string that is attached behind your head, on the top of the wooden chair. As you are being forced to watch, surrounding you are half naked, barely dress Vixens. With their pale skin against their black and dark blue nighties, they continue their sexual desires from the previous night. They have not been asleep yet.
A couple girls, continue their heavy petting and aggressive kissing. One girl begins to remove the left shoulder nightie strap off one girl's shoulder. As one girl is being slowly undressed, that girl grabs her friend's left breast. They begin to tangle up in their long legs. Oblivion tries to look, but he cannot. All he can do is hear the girl's moans and giggles. The two girls begin to walk away and place themselves down onto the couch. There is a loud moan of gratification, as a loud buzzing sound is heard. As the two girls pleasure themselves, the other girls walk over and join in. You shake with unbridled rage. You cannot move and you are being forced to watch this mindless garbage, as YOUR Vixen is off playing games of the carnal variety. What you see, in front of you, is not only making you physically sick, but making you violently ill. The visuals in front of you, are previous matches of the current WCF World Champion Johnny Reb. Although you are NOT restrained, your arms feel like they weigh a ton. Your fingers dig into the wooden chair with each time Johnny Reb executes an signature maneuver. Each time Reb executes a Southern Star, a Southern Cross, Saturday Night Special, or even Sweet Water Sleeper you twitch with uncontrollable embroiled unhealthy rage! As the music blares out, the girls writhe around with the beat of the bass of the song...*-_.~
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Music:WORLD WAR THREE<war three- war three>!! WORLD WAR THREE<war three- war three> Be all that you can be!! WORLD WAR THREE<war three- war three> Be all that you can be!![/color]
Music[George W. Bush speaking]: Get ... Tyranny, terror, and lawless violence.[/color]
Music: WORLD WAR THREE<war three-war three> The future belongs to the free...[/color]
~._-*As with your body, not being able to completely move, your eyes shift from side to side. You visualize Johnny Reb executing the Southern Discomfort. A blood curdling scream echoes inside your head, bouncing off the ear drums and rattles around your damaged brain. With all the damaged emotions toiling inside you, you manage to thrust your arms up. In a abrupt explosion of anger, you put your right fist through the television screen. Your eyes becoming milky white, as they roll back in your head. You begin to fall into a seizure-like spasm. You see your right fist bust through the chest cavity of Johnny Reb. Your fist breaks through bone, that is protecting his vital organs. You take your left fist and bash it through the face of the world champion, bashing in his skull, in the process. As you pull out your left fist, you manage to pull out his eyes and optical nerve endings. There is brain matter between your fingers. Blood drips from your hands. In your right hand, you see Reb's heart beating strong. The rhythm is strong and healthy. You dwell deeply into the beating heart of Johnny Reb. As the heart beats, you see deep inside the heart of the world champion. You want what he has. Without using the gift of sight, you sense doubt and fear. Within deep of Johnny Reb's heart you DO see courage and strength. Your right hand begins to squeeze Johnny Reb's heart, as your face is filled with hostility and animosity. With each squeeze, you hear the anguish from Johnny Reb. You, once again, plunge your hand, deep, into the World Champion's chest.. You grab a hold of the spine. you yank and pull, until you snap the spine away from the body. You pull the spine, through the gaping hole, in the chest cavity. You feel a glowing sensation, of a bright white glorious light, but in actuality, it is blood gushing out from the evil box of doom, known as a flat screen television. As you stand there, basking in your bright glow, with your personal treasures in both hands....*-_.~
BANG!! BANG!! BANG!!
~._-*The Vixen jump off the couch and scatter their naked pale bodies towards the clothes scattered on the floor. they pick up their clothes and try to get dressed.*-_.~
Dr. Michael Davis: Stephan!! This is Dr. Davis. I have Dr. Jones, with me![/color]
Dr. Allen Jones: Stephan!! Open up Stephan!! We are The Establishment!! We are here to help you!! We want no harm coming to you.[/color]
~._-*What Oblivion doesn't know, is that Dr. Davis and Dr. Jones are not alone. They have with them, "Men in white coats" and the US Marshals. They are here to take Oblivion away, for his own good.*-_.~
Dr. Michael Davis: Stephan!!We are here to take you to P.H.A.S.E(Psychological-Housing-Assessment-Susceptibility-Environment)[/color]
~._-*Inside, the shadows begin to shift.*-_.~
Dr. Allen Jones: Stephan!! Open up Stephan!! We know you are there!![/color]
Dr. Michael Davis: We can hear them, Stephan!![/color]
~._-*The shadows begin to shift, as The Gathering comes out from hiding. The little hideous creatures begin to click, moan, hiss, and groan.*-_.~
Officer Smith: Stephan!! Open up Stephan!! This is the U.S. Marshalls. We want to bring you in for questioning, Stephan!! Don't make us break down the door. Come with us peacefully. We will have no choice, but take you with force.[/color]
~._-*The Vixens are huddled together, occasionally hissing towards the door. One eerie young lady slowly creeps towards the doors. The rest of The Vixen tried to stop her. With messed up hair and her skin glistening with sweat she gets closer to the door.*-_.~
BANG!! BANG!! BANG!!
Lt. Smith: You give us, no other alternative!![/color]
~._-*The young woman creeps towards the door, placing her ear slowly, against the door. The other Vixen are breathing heavy, as they are anticipating the worse....*-_.~
BLAMM-MM-MM!!!
~._-*Several shotgun blasts obliterate the door, throwing the young lady backwards. Her body slams on the floor, a few feet away from Oblivion and The Vixen. The girls scream, a loud blood curdling scream!!!*-_.~
Oblivion: NO-O-O-O!! FU-U-UCK YOU-OU-OU-OU!!!!![/color]
~._-*Oblivion, The Vixen, and The Gathering are on the third floor of the three floor condominium. Stephan Johnson owns this condo. Oblivion looks around and he sees a window. The US Marshals are busting through the doors. The shadows shift towards the "intruders" and "invaders". As the shadows shift, the Marshals walk in, The Gathering leap...*-_.~
US Marshall: NO-O-O-O!![/color]
~._-*Two Gathering members begin to gnaw on two of the Marshals. Blood is spraying everywhere. Oblivion, The Vixens, and the rest of The Gathering bolts out the window. Oblivion is the last one out, of the window. IT pauses to see two of IT's Gathering take down two US Marshals, as they gnaw and rip out the sides of their necks. The other Marshals and the doctors run over and grab the two Gathering members, tossing them aside. As the two Gathering members screech out and begin to charge at the doctors...*-_.~
BLAMM-MM-MM!!! BLAMM-MM-MM!!!
~._-*The two Gathering members get shot and are flung backwards, crashing down onto the floor. Oblivion grabs for his camcorder, as The Vixen are screaming hysterically, as all of them leap down to the grass. Oblivion and IT's "children" run towards the van. The sound of heartbeats are pounding and the scatter of scared breathing echo. They make it to the van, but they notice the tires are flattened.*-_.~
Oblivion: SON OF A BI-I-I-ITCH!!![/color]
~._-*The Vixens scream. Oblivion grabs his Gathering and says...*-_.~
Oblivion: Make yourselves disappear. We'll meet up later. Find us!! Remember to find us...[/color]
~._-*The Gathering hides into the shadows, as the doctors and the US Marshals arrive, running towards Oblivion and The Vixens.*-_.~
Dr. Allen Jones: Stephan!! Stop!!![/color]
Lt. Smith: FREEZE!! DON'T MOVE!!![/color]
[BANG!!-PING!!]
Oblivion: HOLY SHIT!!![/color]
~._-*The US Marshall fires a couple of rounds towards Oblivion and his Vixens. The Vixens grab their head and scream off the top of their lungs!! The doctors and the US Marshals covers their ears and close their eyes. Once they reopen their eyes, they notice that Oblivion and The Vixen have vanished.*-_.~
Dr. Michael Davis: Officer! Don't wound him!! Capture him, for his own benefit!![/color]
Lt. Smith: We have to neutralize that beast!! He will be a problem, taking him down. So, we have to use any means necessary!![/color]
~._-*Oblivion grabs the Vixens, as they take off towards the busy street. Oblivion bolts in front of moving car and goes over to the driver's side window... *-_.~
[SMASH!!]
~._-*Oblivion smashes the driver's side window and yells at the driver. The driver is a man who is in his late thirties, maybe early forties. Considering, it is a little past 8 o'clock, in the morning, it's a safe bet that the man is going to work*-_.~
Oblivion: GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING CAR!!![/color]
Car driver: What th-...[/color]
~._-*Oblivion reaches in through the shattered driver's side window and unlocks the door. The Dark One opens the door and grabs the driver, throwing him out of the car. Oblivion and The Vixen bolts into the car, as the driver stumbles up and begins to scream for help.*-_.~
Car driver: HELP!! THEY'RE TAKING MY CAR!! SOMEONE HELP ME!![/color]
~._-*The doctors and the US Marshall coming squealing up, in their vehicles. Lt. Smith is in the passenger side seat, hanging out the window shooting off rounds towards the speeding car. Oblivion turns on the camcorder and tosses it to one of the Vixens. She records Oblivion.*-_.~
Oblivion: GOD DAMN DOCTORS!! Oblivion doesn't need any help. Especially, IT doesn't need P.H.A.S.E. They can hunt me down, all they want. They will not catch us!![/color]
~._-*Oblivion stops talking and sticks out his head, out of the window, as IT screams out.*-_.~
Oblivion:FUCK YOU, MOTHERFUCKERS!!! YOU ARE NOT GONNA CATCH US!![/color]
~._-*Lt. Smith talks to the doctors.*-_.~
Dr. Allen Jones: We need to hurry. Once he gets the perfect opportunity, he will disappear!![/color]
Lt. Smith: No need to worry, doctor. He's not gonna get far. Look ahead...[/color]
~._-* A few blocks away, the local police department is working with the US Marshals. They have spike strips set up to disable the vehicle. Oblivion continues to talk into the camcorder.*-_.~
Oblivion: Talk about perfect timing!! Oblivion has a World title opportunity against Johnny Reb!! IT has the odds against him. No one thinks that Oblivion can win!! Everyone is rooting for The Incompetent Hillbilly. That slackjaw cousin fucker is not gonna retain that championship!! Oblivion WILL win that world title!! IT is not gonna go through this bullshit, not to just lose the biggest match in IT's career. Those assholes are not gonna keep IT from accomplishing IT's dreams!! Oblivion is a monster, while Johnny Reb is being handed everything. Reb!! Polish up that championship!! Despite popular belief, Oblivion is much a better champion than you are. Oblivion gives those meatsacks what they desperately need and that is... ABNORMALITY!!! Johnny Reb is a boring snorefest, while Oblivion is a screaming lunatic. Oblivion gives excitement to the dull and ho-hum championship reign of Johnny Reb. That is why Oblivion NEEDS to be champion!! The WCF Galaxy craves for Oblivion. They sit and wait for the bloodshed that Oblivion serves up. While Johnny Reb is well liked, Oblivion is the counteract to the doldrum personality of that boring tobacco spitting grade school dropout!![/color]
~._-*Oblivion sees the car, that is being driven by The Establishment is getting closer, which cause Oblivion to drive faster. Closer to the spike strips. Lt. Smith talks to the doctors.*-_.~
Lt. Smith: We got them now!![/color]
Oblivion: At Timebomb, Johnny Reb, you will be facing up against your worst nightmare. Rather than thinking up a few counters for going up against Doc Henry in you next title defense, Oblivion suggests you get your head out of your ass and pay attention to the task at hand. Oblivion will be a thorn in your side. The Dark One will invade your dreams and making them into nightmares!! But, your obstructed and delusional reality will come to a screeching halt, when we face off at Timebomb!! Those zombies, those meatsacks who buy tickets to attend the pay per view are gonna be talking about our match for years to come. Our match is gonna be legendary!! Our bodies are gonna be battered!! Your own mind and soul are gonna be silly putty in Oblivion's bloody hands!! This massacre is gonna over shadow the Hell in the Cell match!! It's gonna be you, Johnny Reb verses Oblivion in the match of the year!! Cowboy Stadium is gonna be rocked, as those Dallas fans are watch their beloved redneck get mutilated and destroyed by the hands of their NEW-EW-EW WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION....OBLI-I-IVI-IO-O-ON!!! WCF!! Be prepared to bow down to your NEW God!! Stand in line to kiss my.... <heh> FEET!! Say goodbye to your hero, Johnny Reb, WCF. The Inveterate Confederate? Say goodbye to your WCF World Championship!!![/color]
~._-*Oblivion pays more attention to the action behind him, than what's ahead of them. The Vixens screams out...*-_.~
The Vixen: Oblivion!! WATCH OU-OU-OUT!![/color]
~._-*With not having enough time to stop, Oblivion slams on the brakes, as IT drives over the spike strips....*-_.~
Lt. Smith: Someone better call 911!![/color]
Dr. Michael Davis: WHY?!?[/color]
Dr. Allen Jones: I'm calling now!![/color]
~._-*With the accelerated speed, when Oblivion hits the spike strips, the car nails the spike strips and the car flies forward and the vehicle flips and tumbles over and over and over again. The car stops flipping and lands in a smoking heap of metal, upside down. There is screaming and yelling. Blood is everywhere, as body parts are lying a few feet away from the wreckage. There are screams coming the wreckage. Half of the Vixens are dead, as some of them have their heads severed. The car driven by The Establishment screeches up and the Marshals have their pistols drawn.*-_.~
Lt. Smith: Everyone, that can hear me, come out with your hands up. We are here for your protection. Just come with the doctors and enlist into The P.H.A.S.E Program!![/color]
~._-*As the cars smolders, Oblivion staggers out from the wreck. The Vixens huddle around Oblivion.*-_.~
Lt. Smith: There is nowhere to run to. No where to go!! Might as well submit now and give up!!![/color]
Oblivion/The Vixen[/color]: FU-U-UCK YOU-OU-OU!!
Dr. Michael Davis: Stephan, please!! Just come with us!! No harm will come to you!! You need saved, Stephan!![/color]
The Vixen: The only ones that needs to be saved, is you!![/color]
Lt. Smith: What are you talking about?![/color]
Oblivion/The Vixen[/color]: THEM!!
~._-*Shadows get closer as The Gathering reappeared unannounced and attacks the US Marshals. Lt. Smith tries to fire his 9mm, but he his overwhelmed by the wave of many Gathering. Screams are heard from the Marshals as The Gathering are ripping out the throats of the US Marshals!! Oblivion and what's left of The Vixens scatter off. Oblivion stops....*-_.~
The Vixen: Oblivion?! What are you doing?!?![/color]
~._-*Oblivion walks over to the car wreckage and looks at the fallen Vixen. He swipes his hand into the blood and tastes it. He can hear one of the vixens cry out for help. Oblivion touches the side of her face, with the back of IT's hand, then IT snaps her neck!! Oblivion grabs for the camcorder. Oblivion and The Vixen bolts off the road and into the brush. Oblivion talks into the camcorder, as they run away. The Gathering are enjoying their meal. The doctors are frantic, as they are trying to get cars to stop!*-_.~
Oblivion: Johnny Reb!! Timebomb is right around the corner, as well as your demise!! What we once knew as The Inveterate Confederate will be known as the two time former WCF World Heavyweight Champion!! Oblivion is known as many things, but IT will be known as a two time WCF World Heavyweight Champion!! With that, you can....CHOKE.... ON... THAT!!![/color]
~._-*The Gathering, several feet away, pick up their heads, which their faces are dripping with blood screams out....*-_.~
The Gathering: BI-I-ITCHE-E-ESS-S-S!!![/color]
~._-*The sounds of sirens get closer, as the County Police, The US Marshals, the paramedics arrive. Oblivion, The Vixens, and now The Gathering scatter into the nearby woods....*-_.~
