Post by Oblivion on Jul 18, 2011 11:03:31 GMT -5
~._-*There you are, sitting, in the dark, staring off into space. Comfortable with all of your complacency. The noises, in the dark is not distracting you from thought. Waiting for something to happen. Itching to see what happens, next. Twitching for the right moment to strike. There needs to be a change. There has to be a change. Everyone has become numb. There appears to be five souls that needs to be convinced. Five bodies that needs to be purified for their individual sins. There has to be a way, to make them see your way, of things. Make them feel your pain. Have your pain, be their pain. That is the way, it has to be done. It's for THEIR own good. Even if they don't see it that way. It's only a matter of time.... AND THEY WILL.
The screaming thoughts have stopped and it has now become quiet. Once again.... DEAD QUIET. Wait.... no clicking. No moaning nor groaning. Why isn't there any hissing? But, there is some kind of sound. Sounds of a small motor controlling some kind of conveyer belt. The groaning of the wheels. The clicking and clacking of the gears, pulling a chain. A loud snap-clicking sound, as if someone switched over a breaker box and it front of your visuals, is about three, maybe four bright lights beaming down on a hanging thick chain with five pictures clipped on. Five front profile black and white pictures of the five other participants in the Ultimate Showdown. Ironically, they have been placed in alphabetical order, starting with Odin Balfore. Then the next picture follows is the World Champion D-Day, then the Television Champion Kaylyn James Evans. The fourth picture appears to be Jay Price, then finally, the last black and white picture is one half of the Tag Team Champions, Roy Speede.
You begin to hear some clicking from an unknown source. Then.....[/color]*-_.~
~._-*The first picture flies back and forth. As it slowly stops, right in the picture is a .45 caliber round. Strategically placed at forehead of the person, in the picture.....*-_.~
~._-*The four other pictures also begin to sway back and forth, from the impact, of the round. The top part, of the pictures have been obliterated. Bits and pieces of the glossy pictures fall to the ground. As the five pictures fall to the ground, the sounds of scurrying little feet approaches. The sounds of whizzing liquids invade your hearing. Several Gathering appear to be urinating on the pictures. Once finished, they wipe their feet on the remnants, of the pictures. They disappear into the shadows. Oblivion moves your visuals towards ITself....*-_.~
Oblivion: Balfore, D-Day, Evans, Speede and yes even you, Jay Price. In just a few short hours, we will be stepping into Ultimate Showdown. No doubt, the match will be epic in no other way to describe it. Everyone has put in 110 percent effort in their preparations, for this match. I'm sure the Meatsacks watching this match will be pleased with all of our efforts. But, who really gives a flying monkey shit about that!! Right?!? Who are we kidding?!? Oblivion knows you five are, no matter how you play for the cameras, are selfish to the core. Some, of you, for the sake of the cameras, kiss babies and suck up to those fans....[/color]
~._-*Oblivion makes a face that as if , IT was about to get sick...*-_.~
Oblivion: Some of you, can care less what people think! Usually, Oblivion could care less what anyone of you say or think. But, there is one individual who said something that.... you can say....[/color]
~._-*The camera view rushes up to Oblivion's masked face.*-_.~
Oblivion: PISSED THIS MONSTER OFF!! Jay "Fucking" Price. Where in the Hell do you get off talking to Oblivion like that?!? IT has taken enough shit from you, since day one!! Maybe, since YOUR arrival you have pleasured the right person or persons, that you can come off and say or do whatever you feel like you CAN do!!! That stops now!!! You hear me motherf*cker?!?!? That stops now!! Oblivion won't allow you to push IT around!! Maybe you can scare some of these rookies around here!! Maybe you can take advantage of some of the young ladies. But, Oblivion won't be intimidated!! You might think that you are King Shit around here and Oblivion can hear your annoying bitchy-ass voice now saying.... "HELL YEAH, I'M THE SHIT HERE!!" Well, dipshit that too ends now!!! By the end, of the match, Oblivion's boot is gonna be where your ass used to be!!
And as for you other four, don't think for one itsy bitsy second that this sick son of a bitch has forgotten about you. Balfore, you crazy some bitch!! Out of the rest, you, IT has respect for!! You're big, bad and not as scary, but bad-ass enough!! You will be Oblivion's competition! D-Day. Mr. Donald Deruty. What can Oblivion say about you, that IT hasn't already said? We have been through some battles against each other and we've battled together. We all know what Oblivion is about. But, for one thing D-Day, no matter what has happened, in the past, your ass is still gonna get stomped. Got it... GOOD. Now, Oblivion is gonna skip over Kaylyn, because IT has plenty to say about her. Now, we come up to the young star named Roy Speede. This kid has got quite a mouth on him, doesn't he? If you don't understand, ask Jay. Oops. Oblivion's bad. Too soon?!
Roy Speede, he has somewhat impressed Oblivion. Not enough to give him a pass on the ass-whooping, in fact no one does, but this kid has something. He does have the gift of gab. That's for damn sure. But, he has held some gold around here, that has to mean something, right?! But, again, this kid still needs some.... some...what can you call it? Ah, yes. Roy Speede still needs a little education from the good book of Oblivion. You still need a good ass-whooping to understand, that not all people are immune to violence. Not even you, Roy. Now.... Jay.... Jay.... Jay... I just have one last thing to say to you.....[/color]
Oblivion: Now, onto miss Kaylyn James Evans. You didn't think that Oblivion was gonna skip over you, did you?! OH HEEE-E-ELL-LL NO!! You may have everyone hypnotized by your shaking ass and you batting your eyes. But, Oblivion can see right through that charade! Yes, if may know. Even Oblivion can see that you are quite attractive. Yea, so and?? That doesn't belong inside the squared circle. If you cannot rely on your God(a simple thank you will be suffice) given talent, instead of relying on your womanly ways, then Oblivion thinks this might not be the right profession for you. If you keep relying on shaking your ass, instead of wrestling then you might rely on a different kind of profession. But, hey that's not for Oblivion to say. But, you are the only woman in this match. Yes, Oblivion can see that Television Championship you're holding up. Yes, Oblivion knows you have been doing something right, since you are a champion. If you were any weaker, cause Oblivion knows you have a strong will in you, Kaylyn, a very strong will. Oblivion would suggest to you to come over to the dark side. Now, as corny as that sounds, thinking the WAY Oblivion does is not THAT bad. Not caring for anything. Doing whatever IT wants to do, despite the consequences. As long as IT gets a chance to taste your sweet blood, before the match ends, IT will be ecstatic!! To lap up every droplet of your sweet life source. To taste what makes Kaylyn... Kaylyn. Oblivion bets, watching you sleep is entertaining. How about watching you shower? Now, don't get IT wrong, Oblivion is not saying all this in a sick sexual manner, you get that enough around here, but Oblivion is talking about watching you live your life. Just breathing, as if you don't have any worries at all. Just sleeping away, as Oblivion stares down at you. Touching your arm, brushing away your hair, as you sleep. But, since that will never happen, Oblivion will just have to punish you instead. You will be in a ring with a bunch of lunatics. What makes you think you have an ounce of chance of winning!! Hell, you might even lose that precious championship you cherish!! So, have a good night's rest, little girl, because you will need your strength. And as for the rest of you... and yes Jay, this includes you! You all can CHOKE.... ON.... THAT!!![/color]
~._-*Oblivion looks at the camera and draws up the .45 and.....*-_.~
[Scene fades out into static....]
The screaming thoughts have stopped and it has now become quiet. Once again.... DEAD QUIET. Wait.... no clicking. No moaning nor groaning. Why isn't there any hissing? But, there is some kind of sound. Sounds of a small motor controlling some kind of conveyer belt. The groaning of the wheels. The clicking and clacking of the gears, pulling a chain. A loud snap-clicking sound, as if someone switched over a breaker box and it front of your visuals, is about three, maybe four bright lights beaming down on a hanging thick chain with five pictures clipped on. Five front profile black and white pictures of the five other participants in the Ultimate Showdown. Ironically, they have been placed in alphabetical order, starting with Odin Balfore. Then the next picture follows is the World Champion D-Day, then the Television Champion Kaylyn James Evans. The fourth picture appears to be Jay Price, then finally, the last black and white picture is one half of the Tag Team Champions, Roy Speede.
You begin to hear some clicking from an unknown source. Then.....[/color]*-_.~
BANG!!!
~._-*The first picture flies back and forth. As it slowly stops, right in the picture is a .45 caliber round. Strategically placed at forehead of the person, in the picture.....*-_.~
BANG!!!- BANG!!! BANG!! BANG!!!
~._-*The four other pictures also begin to sway back and forth, from the impact, of the round. The top part, of the pictures have been obliterated. Bits and pieces of the glossy pictures fall to the ground. As the five pictures fall to the ground, the sounds of scurrying little feet approaches. The sounds of whizzing liquids invade your hearing. Several Gathering appear to be urinating on the pictures. Once finished, they wipe their feet on the remnants, of the pictures. They disappear into the shadows. Oblivion moves your visuals towards ITself....*-_.~
Oblivion: Balfore, D-Day, Evans, Speede and yes even you, Jay Price. In just a few short hours, we will be stepping into Ultimate Showdown. No doubt, the match will be epic in no other way to describe it. Everyone has put in 110 percent effort in their preparations, for this match. I'm sure the Meatsacks watching this match will be pleased with all of our efforts. But, who really gives a flying monkey shit about that!! Right?!? Who are we kidding?!? Oblivion knows you five are, no matter how you play for the cameras, are selfish to the core. Some, of you, for the sake of the cameras, kiss babies and suck up to those fans....[/color]
~._-*Oblivion makes a face that as if , IT was about to get sick...*-_.~
Oblivion: Some of you, can care less what people think! Usually, Oblivion could care less what anyone of you say or think. But, there is one individual who said something that.... you can say....[/color]
~._-*The camera view rushes up to Oblivion's masked face.*-_.~
Oblivion: PISSED THIS MONSTER OFF!! Jay "Fucking" Price. Where in the Hell do you get off talking to Oblivion like that?!? IT has taken enough shit from you, since day one!! Maybe, since YOUR arrival you have pleasured the right person or persons, that you can come off and say or do whatever you feel like you CAN do!!! That stops now!!! You hear me motherf*cker?!?!? That stops now!! Oblivion won't allow you to push IT around!! Maybe you can scare some of these rookies around here!! Maybe you can take advantage of some of the young ladies. But, Oblivion won't be intimidated!! You might think that you are King Shit around here and Oblivion can hear your annoying bitchy-ass voice now saying.... "HELL YEAH, I'M THE SHIT HERE!!" Well, dipshit that too ends now!!! By the end, of the match, Oblivion's boot is gonna be where your ass used to be!!
And as for you other four, don't think for one itsy bitsy second that this sick son of a bitch has forgotten about you. Balfore, you crazy some bitch!! Out of the rest, you, IT has respect for!! You're big, bad and not as scary, but bad-ass enough!! You will be Oblivion's competition! D-Day. Mr. Donald Deruty. What can Oblivion say about you, that IT hasn't already said? We have been through some battles against each other and we've battled together. We all know what Oblivion is about. But, for one thing D-Day, no matter what has happened, in the past, your ass is still gonna get stomped. Got it... GOOD. Now, Oblivion is gonna skip over Kaylyn, because IT has plenty to say about her. Now, we come up to the young star named Roy Speede. This kid has got quite a mouth on him, doesn't he? If you don't understand, ask Jay. Oops. Oblivion's bad. Too soon?!
Roy Speede, he has somewhat impressed Oblivion. Not enough to give him a pass on the ass-whooping, in fact no one does, but this kid has something. He does have the gift of gab. That's for damn sure. But, he has held some gold around here, that has to mean something, right?! But, again, this kid still needs some.... some...what can you call it? Ah, yes. Roy Speede still needs a little education from the good book of Oblivion. You still need a good ass-whooping to understand, that not all people are immune to violence. Not even you, Roy. Now.... Jay.... Jay.... Jay... I just have one last thing to say to you.....[/color]
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Oblivion: Now, onto miss Kaylyn James Evans. You didn't think that Oblivion was gonna skip over you, did you?! OH HEEE-E-ELL-LL NO!! You may have everyone hypnotized by your shaking ass and you batting your eyes. But, Oblivion can see right through that charade! Yes, if may know. Even Oblivion can see that you are quite attractive. Yea, so and?? That doesn't belong inside the squared circle. If you cannot rely on your God(a simple thank you will be suffice) given talent, instead of relying on your womanly ways, then Oblivion thinks this might not be the right profession for you. If you keep relying on shaking your ass, instead of wrestling then you might rely on a different kind of profession. But, hey that's not for Oblivion to say. But, you are the only woman in this match. Yes, Oblivion can see that Television Championship you're holding up. Yes, Oblivion knows you have been doing something right, since you are a champion. If you were any weaker, cause Oblivion knows you have a strong will in you, Kaylyn, a very strong will. Oblivion would suggest to you to come over to the dark side. Now, as corny as that sounds, thinking the WAY Oblivion does is not THAT bad. Not caring for anything. Doing whatever IT wants to do, despite the consequences. As long as IT gets a chance to taste your sweet blood, before the match ends, IT will be ecstatic!! To lap up every droplet of your sweet life source. To taste what makes Kaylyn... Kaylyn. Oblivion bets, watching you sleep is entertaining. How about watching you shower? Now, don't get IT wrong, Oblivion is not saying all this in a sick sexual manner, you get that enough around here, but Oblivion is talking about watching you live your life. Just breathing, as if you don't have any worries at all. Just sleeping away, as Oblivion stares down at you. Touching your arm, brushing away your hair, as you sleep. But, since that will never happen, Oblivion will just have to punish you instead. You will be in a ring with a bunch of lunatics. What makes you think you have an ounce of chance of winning!! Hell, you might even lose that precious championship you cherish!! So, have a good night's rest, little girl, because you will need your strength. And as for the rest of you... and yes Jay, this includes you! You all can CHOKE.... ON.... THAT!!![/color]
~._-*Oblivion looks at the camera and draws up the .45 and.....*-_.~
CRASH!!!
[Scene fades out into static....]
