Post by Oblivion on Jul 16, 2011 14:11:52 GMT -5
~._-*You have been placed in the comfortable surroundings of your darkness. In the dark, everything is calm. Everything is quiet. Dead quiet. Your consciousness is in perfect balance. In a constant flow of melancholy and misery, there has been a constant flow of annoyance from several sources. Drifting in your consciousness of darkness, there is nothing in sight. There are no sounds. You are deep in thought. You are reflecting your recent activities. Around you, your reality has been distorted by interference of confusion. Other sources of consciousness had been entangled with yours. One particular source of consciousness has been a constant static in your bliss of despondency. As you float in your bliss.....*-_.~
~._-*Your consciousness is being torn in different directions. Your droplets of blood are a sign of that. Diseased boney hands are grasping at you. You float, as you allow the hands to tear at you. The pain is temporary, only temporary. Pain is just a state of mind. Bones heal, skin retracts and blood replenishes. The hands grab you, as your consciousness gets twisted around. The dark energy that belongs to the hands, rushes towards reality, grabbing you along the way. You are plunging through the darkness, as the wraiths of darkness scream in your general direction. The wraiths, with their dreary and gloomy rags flowing behind them, look towards at your consciousness then back down at the closing in reality. The dark spirits scream, then look back at your consciousness, then look back down at the closer reality. The screams ripple through your consciousness, tearing deep holes of loathing and detestation. Hot, scolding death of air rushes around you. As reality rushes in closer, the wraiths stare deep into your soul, as they scream out....*-_.~
The Wraiths: HA-A-A-ANG OO-O-O-ONN-N-N!!![/color]
~._-*Your consciousness crashes into the demented reality. The constant darkness still surrounds you. You can feel the dust, of the impact, drift around you. You can feel the weight of thousands worlds on top of you. You struggle to look up. Your arms are shaking and your neck feels heavy. Your eyes feel hot and bloodshot. The impact took a toll on your body. Nothing can be seen, but you can hear the children clicking, moaning, hissing and groaning. Off, in the distance, you can here your lovelies giggling. The Vixen are huddled together as they explore their bodies.
You begin to slowly stand and you see that annoying flashing red light, in the far left corner. That is an indication that the W.H.O. is keeping an eye on your protection. You slowly look around. something is not right. As many times, you rubs your eyes, things don't seem right....*-_.~
A Voice: NO!! GOD, NO!!![/color]
~._-*Excruciating pain overcomes you. You buckle over. You grasp at your chest and pull. You rip a large part of your shirt, from your chest, as you stand with two handful of shirt.*-_.~
A Voice: SON... OF A BII-I-I-ITCH!!![/color]
~._-*The pain cause you to drop to your knees. with your arms extended out, with a death grip of the torn shirt pieces, your head lunges back. You scream out in pain....*-_.~
A Voice: AHH-H-H-H!!![/color]
~._-*While you are on your knees, you collapse forward. with you arms forward, you begin to breath slowly and heavy. Your breathing becomes more deeper and more with rhythm. Your torso stays down, but there is movement. Your hands are hidden under you. You begin to squirm, right as your torso begins to ascend up. Your hands cover your head. You go from bending forward to kneeling, to now standing. You slowly uncover from face/head from your arms and hands....*-_.~
Oblivion: In just a short few days, everyone's predictions are about to come true, in one way or another. Some may like the outcome, some may not. That's the surprise, of this... business. There are five other meatsacks, in this match. All of them thinking and saying absolute dribble, on why they think they are gonna win the match!! Oblivion has only one thing to say in response...[/color]
~._-*Oblivion stares into the camera and blows a "razzberry"...*-_.~
Oblivion: Are you five, really serious?! Really?! Really. Really? alright, fine. Then Oblivion has no other alternative. The dark One, your Monster, the one true God in WCF has to destroy everyone of you motherf*ckers!! Every last one of you!! You five gave Oblivion no other choices!! You five meatsacks are standing in Oblivion's way of greatness and that cannot happen!! To be a two time WCF World Champion, is worth the killing. The time and effort alone is worth it!! Destroying five careers is just a God damn bonus!! All five of you, can tap dance and smile to the cameras. Oblivion just wants to tear and rip everyone of you and capture that World Championship for a second time!! That would put my Legacy on the right track. To be up there with the best like Logan, Creeping Death and Torture!! All three of them don't mean a sack of sh*t to Oblivion, but to eventually be compared to them, would exactly be proof what Oblivion had been saying from day one.... THAT THIS BEAST, THIS MONSTER IS THE VERY BEST!! And once, Oblivion steps inside that ring at Ultimate Showdown, everything changes!! the tempo, the mood....EVERYTHING!!
One crazy sum bitch once said.... EVERYONE IS ABOUT TO GET GOT!!! One by one, everybody is gonna get got and the last creature.... the last entity... THE VERY LAST MONSTER TO STAND IN THAT RING.... will be..... THE NEW-EW-EW-EW WCF WORLD'S HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-IONN-N-N!! And with that, every last one of you bitches can.... CHOKE..... ON.... THAT!!![/color]
~._-*Oblivion just stares into the camera and begins to tap the camera's lens....*-_.~
Oblivion: Hey!! Psst!!! Kaylyn. Kay-ay-aylyn!!Hey!! KAYLYN!!! Who is gonna protect you?!? What's gonna keep Oblivion from ripping you limb from limb? Huh?! How are you gonna explain that?! What's gonna keep me from stalking you?! Just because you're a lil girl, Oblivion is supposed to be gentle on you?! HELL NO!! F*CK THAT!!! YOU'LL GET EXACTLY WHAT EVERYONE ELSE IS GONNA GET!!! And that is the realization of defeat....[/color]
~._-*Oblivion steps back and sees the flashing red light and stomps right on the camera.*-_.~
[camera fades out to static....]
YANK
PULL
SCRATCH
~._-*Your consciousness is being torn in different directions. Your droplets of blood are a sign of that. Diseased boney hands are grasping at you. You float, as you allow the hands to tear at you. The pain is temporary, only temporary. Pain is just a state of mind. Bones heal, skin retracts and blood replenishes. The hands grab you, as your consciousness gets twisted around. The dark energy that belongs to the hands, rushes towards reality, grabbing you along the way. You are plunging through the darkness, as the wraiths of darkness scream in your general direction. The wraiths, with their dreary and gloomy rags flowing behind them, look towards at your consciousness then back down at the closing in reality. The dark spirits scream, then look back at your consciousness, then look back down at the closer reality. The screams ripple through your consciousness, tearing deep holes of loathing and detestation. Hot, scolding death of air rushes around you. As reality rushes in closer, the wraiths stare deep into your soul, as they scream out....*-_.~
The Wraiths: HA-A-A-ANG OO-O-O-ONN-N-N!!![/color]
WHAA-A-AMM-M-MM!!
~._-*Your consciousness crashes into the demented reality. The constant darkness still surrounds you. You can feel the dust, of the impact, drift around you. You can feel the weight of thousands worlds on top of you. You struggle to look up. Your arms are shaking and your neck feels heavy. Your eyes feel hot and bloodshot. The impact took a toll on your body. Nothing can be seen, but you can hear the children clicking, moaning, hissing and groaning. Off, in the distance, you can here your lovelies giggling. The Vixen are huddled together as they explore their bodies.
You begin to slowly stand and you see that annoying flashing red light, in the far left corner. That is an indication that the W.H.O. is keeping an eye on your protection. You slowly look around. something is not right. As many times, you rubs your eyes, things don't seem right....*-_.~
UNGH!!!!
A Voice: NO!! GOD, NO!!![/color]
~._-*Excruciating pain overcomes you. You buckle over. You grasp at your chest and pull. You rip a large part of your shirt, from your chest, as you stand with two handful of shirt.*-_.~
UNGH!!!!
A Voice: SON... OF A BII-I-I-ITCH!!![/color]
U-U-UNGH!!!!
~._-*The pain cause you to drop to your knees. with your arms extended out, with a death grip of the torn shirt pieces, your head lunges back. You scream out in pain....*-_.~
A Voice: AHH-H-H-H!!![/color]
~._-*While you are on your knees, you collapse forward. with you arms forward, you begin to breath slowly and heavy. Your breathing becomes more deeper and more with rhythm. Your torso stays down, but there is movement. Your hands are hidden under you. You begin to squirm, right as your torso begins to ascend up. Your hands cover your head. You go from bending forward to kneeling, to now standing. You slowly uncover from face/head from your arms and hands....*-_.~
Oblivion: In just a short few days, everyone's predictions are about to come true, in one way or another. Some may like the outcome, some may not. That's the surprise, of this... business. There are five other meatsacks, in this match. All of them thinking and saying absolute dribble, on why they think they are gonna win the match!! Oblivion has only one thing to say in response...[/color]
~._-*Oblivion stares into the camera and blows a "razzberry"...*-_.~
Oblivion: Are you five, really serious?! Really?! Really. Really? alright, fine. Then Oblivion has no other alternative. The dark One, your Monster, the one true God in WCF has to destroy everyone of you motherf*ckers!! Every last one of you!! You five gave Oblivion no other choices!! You five meatsacks are standing in Oblivion's way of greatness and that cannot happen!! To be a two time WCF World Champion, is worth the killing. The time and effort alone is worth it!! Destroying five careers is just a God damn bonus!! All five of you, can tap dance and smile to the cameras. Oblivion just wants to tear and rip everyone of you and capture that World Championship for a second time!! That would put my Legacy on the right track. To be up there with the best like Logan, Creeping Death and Torture!! All three of them don't mean a sack of sh*t to Oblivion, but to eventually be compared to them, would exactly be proof what Oblivion had been saying from day one.... THAT THIS BEAST, THIS MONSTER IS THE VERY BEST!! And once, Oblivion steps inside that ring at Ultimate Showdown, everything changes!! the tempo, the mood....EVERYTHING!!
One crazy sum bitch once said.... EVERYONE IS ABOUT TO GET GOT!!! One by one, everybody is gonna get got and the last creature.... the last entity... THE VERY LAST MONSTER TO STAND IN THAT RING.... will be..... THE NEW-EW-EW-EW WCF WORLD'S HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-IONN-N-N!! And with that, every last one of you bitches can.... CHOKE..... ON.... THAT!!![/color]
~._-*Oblivion just stares into the camera and begins to tap the camera's lens....*-_.~
Oblivion: Hey!! Psst!!! Kaylyn. Kay-ay-aylyn!!Hey!! KAYLYN!!! Who is gonna protect you?!? What's gonna keep Oblivion from ripping you limb from limb? Huh?! How are you gonna explain that?! What's gonna keep me from stalking you?! Just because you're a lil girl, Oblivion is supposed to be gentle on you?! HELL NO!! F*CK THAT!!! YOU'LL GET EXACTLY WHAT EVERYONE ELSE IS GONNA GET!!! And that is the realization of defeat....[/color]
~._-*Oblivion steps back and sees the flashing red light and stomps right on the camera.*-_.~
[camera fades out to static....]
