Post by FPV on Jun 19, 2011 17:51:14 GMT -5
A single light bulb flails around in the air. It's hanging from the ceiling, and keeps dimming irregularly. A moth flutters around it, attracted to it's light. It rests on the bulb for a few moments before a hand smacks it away, leaving the terrified insect to scurry out of the way.
Damn bugs, when's this guy gonna' call the exterminator? Rats and ants everywhere, now THIS bull. Trashy little dump...
The voice that says this is Frank Venable's. The bulb dangles over his head, illuminating him over the table from which he sits, arms on the edge of the table and a freshly lit cigar hanging on his lips. Those lips form a smirk, as he takes the cigar out his mouth to speak.
Ah, the world famous Oblivion, IT, The Dark One, the "monster of WCF" and such bullshit. I've seen what you do, and I just have to say...you dissapoint me. Of all the "Scary, insane monsterman" gimmicks out there, I'm getting desensitized from the kind of carny tricks you try to pull. That's really all they are, carny tricks. You think you can scare me with some friggin' little people, or some...some skankjobs with no self-respect? Hell no.
You talk the big talk, but you don't take the time to think about what it is exactly that you are saying. You say that I will be sucked into a plane of nothingness with the other people whom which we work with. Fine, here's the deal, in the middle of the match, I dare you to actually open one of those things, a black hole, right in the middle of the ring, I DARE you.
Franky says all of this with a casual tone, as if he's heard all of Oblivion's talk before. And that's because he has...first from Oblivion's late partner Greenfever, and recently from Odin Balfore. He goes on...
You ask these questions to me, "How long will you scream?" I will scream all right. I will scream over your limp body as I walk on to the big title match. "Will anyone care?" They dame sure will once I am in the match and you are kept on the mid-card. "Can you handle the sounds of bones breaking? What about skin ripping?" *looks around the room, as if shocked by the question* You dumbass, that's all I have been hearing since I walked into this business. I have seen so many people go down because of fucks like you. Well, Monday, I will do what they couldn't. I will go on a Roaring Rampage of Revenge™ on your freaky little ass, and give them the closure they deserve.
But it’s not just about them. Oh contraire, my freaky masked friend. It's about me atoning myself for something I should've done a long time ago. I going to do to you what I couldn't do to Greenfever at Timebomb, and that is straight up stomp your ass into the ground. Hell, I'm surprised you can function with this identity crisis you have going on. Just who am I wrestling Monday? Is Stephen you're real name, or Ace, or are you really the unbelievable demon you advertise yourself to be and just use those names as cover-ups. Well, I think I know which one it is, so, let me talk with Stephan a bit.
Franky clears his throat quickly, before addressing Stephan.
Stephan, I know you're in there. I know we have never met before, hell, you've probably never even heard of me. My name's Frank, and Monday I'll be in a match against you. You might not know that, but you should. Truth is Steve, that part of you that's taken over, Oblivion, I don't like him very much. So Monday, I'm going to do both you and me a favor, and excorcise that demon out of your mind. Like Oblivion once told me, relax...it's all going to end soon.
Oblivion, we're going to both reach an ultimatum Monday. We will tear each other limb for limb like gladiators in the Roman Colliseum. And when all is said and done, you'll just have to live with the fact that you're done. I'm going to reunite you with greenfever in whatever afterlife you criminals believe in, and in your place, the man you took over, Stephan Johnson will return, and he WON'T be happy to see what you've done with his body.
Goodnight you fuck, I'll be seeing you on Monday.
Franky puts his cigar back between his lips, and reaches for the chain to the light, yanking it, plunging the room into darkness.
Damn bugs, when's this guy gonna' call the exterminator? Rats and ants everywhere, now THIS bull. Trashy little dump...
The voice that says this is Frank Venable's. The bulb dangles over his head, illuminating him over the table from which he sits, arms on the edge of the table and a freshly lit cigar hanging on his lips. Those lips form a smirk, as he takes the cigar out his mouth to speak.
Ah, the world famous Oblivion, IT, The Dark One, the "monster of WCF" and such bullshit. I've seen what you do, and I just have to say...you dissapoint me. Of all the "Scary, insane monsterman" gimmicks out there, I'm getting desensitized from the kind of carny tricks you try to pull. That's really all they are, carny tricks. You think you can scare me with some friggin' little people, or some...some skankjobs with no self-respect? Hell no.
You talk the big talk, but you don't take the time to think about what it is exactly that you are saying. You say that I will be sucked into a plane of nothingness with the other people whom which we work with. Fine, here's the deal, in the middle of the match, I dare you to actually open one of those things, a black hole, right in the middle of the ring, I DARE you.
Franky says all of this with a casual tone, as if he's heard all of Oblivion's talk before. And that's because he has...first from Oblivion's late partner Greenfever, and recently from Odin Balfore. He goes on...
You ask these questions to me, "How long will you scream?" I will scream all right. I will scream over your limp body as I walk on to the big title match. "Will anyone care?" They dame sure will once I am in the match and you are kept on the mid-card. "Can you handle the sounds of bones breaking? What about skin ripping?" *looks around the room, as if shocked by the question* You dumbass, that's all I have been hearing since I walked into this business. I have seen so many people go down because of fucks like you. Well, Monday, I will do what they couldn't. I will go on a Roaring Rampage of Revenge™ on your freaky little ass, and give them the closure they deserve.
But it’s not just about them. Oh contraire, my freaky masked friend. It's about me atoning myself for something I should've done a long time ago. I going to do to you what I couldn't do to Greenfever at Timebomb, and that is straight up stomp your ass into the ground. Hell, I'm surprised you can function with this identity crisis you have going on. Just who am I wrestling Monday? Is Stephen you're real name, or Ace, or are you really the unbelievable demon you advertise yourself to be and just use those names as cover-ups. Well, I think I know which one it is, so, let me talk with Stephan a bit.
Franky clears his throat quickly, before addressing Stephan.
Stephan, I know you're in there. I know we have never met before, hell, you've probably never even heard of me. My name's Frank, and Monday I'll be in a match against you. You might not know that, but you should. Truth is Steve, that part of you that's taken over, Oblivion, I don't like him very much. So Monday, I'm going to do both you and me a favor, and excorcise that demon out of your mind. Like Oblivion once told me, relax...it's all going to end soon.
Oblivion, we're going to both reach an ultimatum Monday. We will tear each other limb for limb like gladiators in the Roman Colliseum. And when all is said and done, you'll just have to live with the fact that you're done. I'm going to reunite you with greenfever in whatever afterlife you criminals believe in, and in your place, the man you took over, Stephan Johnson will return, and he WON'T be happy to see what you've done with his body.
Goodnight you fuck, I'll be seeing you on Monday.
Franky puts his cigar back between his lips, and reaches for the chain to the light, yanking it, plunging the room into darkness.
