Post by Oblivion on May 13, 2011 10:37:37 GMT -5
~.....Disabling denial of Jay Williams.....~
~._-*Your existence and thoughts are surrounded by complete darkness. Nothing but life-sucking, depression inducing darkness, accelerating and swirling around you. Your ability of sight has been taken away from you. You won't need sight. You won't even need to think for yourself. You are enthralled and entangled with the visions that a monstrous madman has created for you. You envision The Monster. IT commands control over your thoughts, but you are resisting. The Monster shows you that IT has been controlling you, from the beginning. IT invaded your subconscious and immediately became your very own personal caretaker. IT, was the one, who knew what was best for you. That is why IT gained control. It was for your own best interest. At least you are still living. Better than the alternative, he had planned for. The body is healthy, except for a few battle scars and wounds. It's the mind and psyche that has completely changed. The desire to win is still there. But, instead of finding truth, justice and the American way, it has been replaced by painful urges and cravings for violence and torment.
Although you have had some success as Ace Slaughter. But, it wasn't till Oblivion took control of what was truthfully his, your mind, that you found true success....FREEDOM!! The torturous activities, that The Monster has orchestrated, would have the best horror flick writers cringing in terror. Even the great horror writers such as Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and even the legendary H. P Lovecraft can conjure up some scary sh*t. But, this isn't some fictional scary novel. This is life, shown to you through the eyes of a madman. There are those who have been and will be victimized by the meaty murderous mitts of Oblivion. You know you are watching life through your own eyes, but it's The Monster's interpretation of what your life, truly means. You are, the miserable meat sack who happened to lose his wife, in the most tragic manner and happen to lose his mind, in the process. You are forced to see that for years, The Monster has tried to help you. IT had no choice. The Monster HAD to take over. There was no other alternative.
With the darkness swirling around you, familiar sounds invade your hearing. Clicking, moaning, hissing, and groaning are mixed in with the sound of laughing children. Children skipping rope, while singing along with a familiar rhyme. A fuzzy hazy, but yet very vivid image fades into the darkness. This image is familiar to you and everyone else. This image has stained your eyes before. Slow action movement of a large jump rope slowly moving upward then sliding across the pavement, as the children jump above the rope, as they laugh and sing. Children clapping, smiling with no worries in the world. As you envision the darkness creeping in closer, you begin to panic. Your heartbeat begins to pound down fast. Your face begins to feel flush, as your ears begin to ring. Your fingertips begin to feel numb. You see flashing spots, as you are having a hard time breathing. Your vision is forced towards the laughing children. They are unaware, of the danger that is stalking them. With children expressing themselves with carefree and lightheartedness, they are unaware of a large black gloved hand approaching them.
In front of you, there are fingers that are exposed. The fingernails are uneven as well as long, dirty and stained with blood. Without any explanation or understanding, it becomes a realization that it is YOUR hand that reaches for the blond locks of a young person, until they moved away. Your disfigured hand just brushes up against the long hair. The child is unaware. The children seem at ease, with the darkness all around them. You look closer at each individual child. Something is not right. Something's not right at all. What sounded like laughing children. What seemed like children singing and jumping rope, were not children at all. What seemed like a calming atmosphere, has now became a clusterf*ck of reality. You hear laughing inside your head. Maniacal laughing. mocking at you. IT knows you cannot escape. IT now has control. It always had.... IT always will.
If you examine and investigate further, you will notice what those "children", are actually The Gathering. With further examination, of said "rope", it turns out to be nineteen feet of a human's small intestine. It must of been a fresh kill, because there is fresh blood dripping off of the intestines. There are sounds of giggling females, splashing around. Your visions twist over to your right and you are expecting to see girls splashing around in water. Those frisky Vixen are splashing around, but they are not playing in water. In a small child's inflatable pool. The mysterious group of spooky young ladies are shin deep in human blood. The Vixen are topless, as their ample bare breasts are bouncing around with blood dripping off of them. The Vixen are squeezing sponges full of warm blood all over each other. The more blood is on them, the more they get excited. As they press against each other, most of the Vixen collapse into the small pool, allowing ample amount of blood spilling out of the pool. They splash around, trying to bathe each other.
Your own hand, grabs the side of your very own vision and forces it towards the owner of said hand. You see your true self. You are now looking at the true soul that inhabitants insides your body. You see all the horror. The brutality you have caused. You are looking straight into the eyes of a murderous madman. Through IT's mask, your vision shakes as IT's glare bores a hole through your eyes and into your nervous system causing you to shake with fear. Again, you hear maniacal laughing. By now, you would of understood the way things are controlled now. Oblivion is not happy. Oblivion thought he had you under control. But, the eternal struggle will have to be put on hold. There is a MORE pressing matter..... REGAINING THE WCF WORLD'S HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!
You try to scream out, but it is Oblivion that speaks out....*-_.~
Although you have had some success as Ace Slaughter. But, it wasn't till Oblivion took control of what was truthfully his, your mind, that you found true success....FREEDOM!! The torturous activities, that The Monster has orchestrated, would have the best horror flick writers cringing in terror. Even the great horror writers such as Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and even the legendary H. P Lovecraft can conjure up some scary sh*t. But, this isn't some fictional scary novel. This is life, shown to you through the eyes of a madman. There are those who have been and will be victimized by the meaty murderous mitts of Oblivion. You know you are watching life through your own eyes, but it's The Monster's interpretation of what your life, truly means. You are, the miserable meat sack who happened to lose his wife, in the most tragic manner and happen to lose his mind, in the process. You are forced to see that for years, The Monster has tried to help you. IT had no choice. The Monster HAD to take over. There was no other alternative.
With the darkness swirling around you, familiar sounds invade your hearing. Clicking, moaning, hissing, and groaning are mixed in with the sound of laughing children. Children skipping rope, while singing along with a familiar rhyme. A fuzzy hazy, but yet very vivid image fades into the darkness. This image is familiar to you and everyone else. This image has stained your eyes before. Slow action movement of a large jump rope slowly moving upward then sliding across the pavement, as the children jump above the rope, as they laugh and sing. Children clapping, smiling with no worries in the world. As you envision the darkness creeping in closer, you begin to panic. Your heartbeat begins to pound down fast. Your face begins to feel flush, as your ears begin to ring. Your fingertips begin to feel numb. You see flashing spots, as you are having a hard time breathing. Your vision is forced towards the laughing children. They are unaware, of the danger that is stalking them. With children expressing themselves with carefree and lightheartedness, they are unaware of a large black gloved hand approaching them.
In front of you, there are fingers that are exposed. The fingernails are uneven as well as long, dirty and stained with blood. Without any explanation or understanding, it becomes a realization that it is YOUR hand that reaches for the blond locks of a young person, until they moved away. Your disfigured hand just brushes up against the long hair. The child is unaware. The children seem at ease, with the darkness all around them. You look closer at each individual child. Something is not right. Something's not right at all. What sounded like laughing children. What seemed like children singing and jumping rope, were not children at all. What seemed like a calming atmosphere, has now became a clusterf*ck of reality. You hear laughing inside your head. Maniacal laughing. mocking at you. IT knows you cannot escape. IT now has control. It always had.... IT always will.
If you examine and investigate further, you will notice what those "children", are actually The Gathering. With further examination, of said "rope", it turns out to be nineteen feet of a human's small intestine. It must of been a fresh kill, because there is fresh blood dripping off of the intestines. There are sounds of giggling females, splashing around. Your visions twist over to your right and you are expecting to see girls splashing around in water. Those frisky Vixen are splashing around, but they are not playing in water. In a small child's inflatable pool. The mysterious group of spooky young ladies are shin deep in human blood. The Vixen are topless, as their ample bare breasts are bouncing around with blood dripping off of them. The Vixen are squeezing sponges full of warm blood all over each other. The more blood is on them, the more they get excited. As they press against each other, most of the Vixen collapse into the small pool, allowing ample amount of blood spilling out of the pool. They splash around, trying to bathe each other.
Your own hand, grabs the side of your very own vision and forces it towards the owner of said hand. You see your true self. You are now looking at the true soul that inhabitants insides your body. You see all the horror. The brutality you have caused. You are looking straight into the eyes of a murderous madman. Through IT's mask, your vision shakes as IT's glare bores a hole through your eyes and into your nervous system causing you to shake with fear. Again, you hear maniacal laughing. By now, you would of understood the way things are controlled now. Oblivion is not happy. Oblivion thought he had you under control. But, the eternal struggle will have to be put on hold. There is a MORE pressing matter..... REGAINING THE WCF WORLD'S HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!
You try to scream out, but it is Oblivion that speaks out....*-_.~
Oblivion: You see, Jay Williams I'm not f*cking Freddy Krueger and this is not a damn movie!! When can you realize that?!? Are you that damn stupid?! Really, Jay Williams?! Really?! You now say, that this isn’t going to mean a damn thing! Well, you can hide behind your false bravado. You ARE allowed to have fear. But, please Jay Williams don't lie to Oblivion! Liars are weak and the weak have to be destroyed. You must be destroyed. Oblivion can tell you are scared to death. EVERYONE can tell you are scared to death of Oblivion. For Greenfever sake, you are facing against The Monster, The Dark One.... Oblivion in a falls count anywhere match. Doesn't that mean ANYTHING to you?! You WOULD prefer to defend against D-Day. But, guess what..... <buzzing sound> NOT GONNA HAPPEN!! You won't have the opportunity to defend against D-Day!! As I listened to your little tirade about you shouldn't be doing this match. It wasn't your doing! WAH-AH-AH-AH!! You big baby!! Suck it up!! Be a man!! You want to be World Champion?! There, you're world champion!! Deal with it!! Now, you have to get your ass kicked by Oblivion!! You're too busy looking ahead, you're almost overlooking Oblivion. BI-I-I-IG mistake there, kid!!
You wanna cream your shorts about facing D-Day, go ahead. But, don't undermind everyone by telling them, that you are more interested in only facing D-Day. That's bullsh*t!! Again, I know it, you know it, Hell even the entire roster of WCF can see it!! By now, you probably have heard the word around WCF, that most of our peers are expecting you to successfully retain your championship. So, it looks like Oblivion will have to turn up a notch of intensity and violence. With each second clicking by, you are sweating more and more, with XIII crawling closer! How will this match end up. How hurt are you gonna be?! Of course, you won't to worry about dear old Oblivion. IT has been in Hell in the Cell matches. Fire Death matches! Even explosive ring matches. So, Jay Williams, this falls count anywhere match in small some Iowa field, doesn't concern your true torturous master, much. What still concerns Oblivion is, that you are still looking forward in facing D-Day. This is the time where you the boy, needs to be a man and face reality, that you will go down in defeat and if you still want to face D-Day, it won't be for the WCF World Heavyweight Championship!! IT will be the one, facing against D-Day, defending Oblivion's WCF World Championship!! You should be more focused. You are facing Oblivion in a God damn falls count anywhere match in the middle of a place called Water Works!! There is no ring, no ropes. Just plenty of things that Oblivion can use on your sorry ass. This won't be a cake walk!! This won't be a pleasure cruise!! This.... will... be HELL-L-L-L-LL!!![/color]
~._-*Intense flames surround you. It looks as if, you are now engulfed in flames, but you walk through it. You raise your arms, as the flames rise higher. You throw your arms down, there is a loud explosion!!*-_.~
Oblivion: On Friday the thirteenth, life as you know it, is about to change. What you knew about pain and suffering will be redefined. I will drag you all over Iowa, just to prove to everyone else, although you might be their favorite son, you are gonna end up as a bloody side of beef. I will defeat you for what is rightfully mine and that is.... THE WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Mark Markman, you better contact the local Des Moines Police Department and call in a murder. By the time our match is over, Jay Williams' blood will be on your hands!!! Jay Williams you should be afraid. I will invade your nightmares and as I'm beating the very life, you hold dear, out of you, will know that Oblivion is more superior than you could ever be. Do you realize you have been given the championship so that Oblivion, one of your Gods, will be able to recapture it. Although despite the popular belief that you will defeat Oblivion, for the simple fact that your peers believe that you could go on and hold the championship for a long time, for all the hard work you have put in. BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! We will go into XIII and kick each other's asses for the crown jewel of all of wrestling! So, your Monstrous God will be very much thankful, if you would just.... SHUT THE HELL UP!! Just kneel down, hand over the championship and say "thank you" for just being in the same ring and in the presence, of Oblivion! That is what is expected from you. Be a good boy and hand over that championship and you won't get hurt!! Don't do this and see what happens. You and everyone else won't like it! I am giving you the opportunity to be a man. Meet me face to face at XIII and hand over the championship and you won't get hurt!! Oblivion prom....<snicker><coughs> Oblivion promis... <snicker><coughs> Oblivion promises that IT won't hurt you. JUST HAND OVER THE DAMN F*CKING CHAMPIONSHIP!!! You wanna be called Dynamite? IT will make that happen. Oblivion might just bring in some explosives and tie your ass up, to a beam somewhere and blow your ass up!! Just for the simple fact of you being a God damn liar!! YOU ARE AFRAID!! SAY IT!!! SAY-AY-AY IT!! I've been giving free will to destroy you and all you can say is....[/color]
~._-*Oblivion begins to mock Jay Williams.*-_.~
Oblivion[/color]: I shouldn't be doing this match. It wasn't my doing! BLAH-BLAH-BLAH-F*CKING BLAH!! It sounds like sour grapes. You were so excited facing D-Day, then WHAM, you found out, you have to face your God, Oblivion, in a falls count anywhere match in the middle of Greenfever knows where!! You're about to face a beast, a monster, a complete psycho and all you want to do is cream your shorts about D-Day!! Too bad for your bad luck!! Sucks to be you!! You can still go kiss D-Day's ass, but it won't be for the World Championship!! Your Dark Lord, your one true master will be holding the TRUE World championship in all of wrestling!!! Furthermore, while you are choking on some unprocessed water, Oblivion will be pinning you for MY world title!! With that....
~._-*Oblivion grabs in front of him, the visuals shake as your vision is drawn closer to Oblivion.*-_.~
Oblivion: YOU CAN CHOKE.... ON.... THAT....[/color]
~._-*Your children come screaming ahead. Your Gathering are pushing themselves around to get closer to you, as the beautiful bare chested beauties look ahead....*-_.
The Gathering/Vixen: BI-ITCHEE-E-EE-ESS-S-S!!![/color]
~._-*Oblivion looks ahead and says...*-_.
Oblivion: Jay Williams. Don't be confused. I know all about you. If you want to lie to everyone, fine! You want to be delusional call yourself Jay, that's fine. But, let me tell you what Kevin, while you are in the hospital, recovering from your injuries, Oblivion will make sure he takes great care for your wife, Amy. Oh, yes, lovely Amy. <sni-i-iff-f> I can smell her lovely scent now. The aroma of her favorite shampoo, she uses. With you out of the way, who will protect her from Oblivion? How soft is her skin, Jay? Does she quiver when you touch her? Will she she quiver when Oblivion touches her? How sweet are her kisses? IT guesses Oblivion will find out, soon enough. Make sure you tell her Oblivion says hello.[/color]
~._-*Oblivion looks ahead with a look of intensity. After what seems life an eternity, Oblivion puts IT's dirty meaty mitt across the camera....*-_.
-[Fades to black]-
