Post by Oblivion on Aug 6, 2011 12:47:58 GMT -5
~._-*Your curiosity has led you to here.... HERE?! Where is here?! Where are you?! Does anything look recognizable? While, the more things change, the more they stay the same. It is apparent that your patience is wearing thin. You think YOU have control?!
~._-*Your lack of control has lead you here, several times over. Here you are, stuck in The Darkness....AGAIN! The Darkness, the sick and twisted abyss of complete lack of sanity, of a complete delusional, deranged madman. Your hear giggling near you. You sigh with a relaxing release. It's only The Vixens. With images flashing before you, that would make a weaker person collapse with paralyzing fear...*-_.~
www.youtube.com/user/dregop?blend=21&ob=5
~._-*As you look upon The Vixen, with a complete hypnotizing trance, you do not notice something standing behind you. With the lovelies caressing you, you slowly feel something dripping on your left shoulder. At first, you ignore it, but the warmth of the dripping goo, snaps you out of your trance. The Vixens try to keep you under their control, but you take your right hand and touch what was on your left shoulder. The stickiness, of the slimy goo, stretches between your thumb and fore finger. Your eyes stay on the goo, when you begin to hear a hiss. The pulsing darkness, keeps your sight at bay. But, with flashes of light and with the sparks from the metal nails, of the nearby Gathering, scraping against some unseen metal source, you begin to notice the mood change of The Vixens. Their eyes are glowing and blood, dripping from their red shiny lips and red painted fingertips. The Vixen begin to screech, as more warm goo drips on both of your shoulders.
The clicking, moaning, hissing, and groaning creep in closer. Your chest begins to hurt, with discomfort. Your heart is beating at an alarming pace. Sweat drips from your brow and you begin to feel cold. you feel as your manhood is sinking into your body with deathly fear. The Vixen begin to swirl around you with their hair flowing in the cold, chilly breeze of The Darkness. No sight, but unearthly sounds. There is nowhere for you to run to. You are trapped what seemed to be inside the mind of a murderous lunatic. You try to break free, but you can't! You begin to feel suffocation grabbing a hold of you! Now, your breathing has become short and shallow. Your throat is closing. You cannot breath. You feel cold clammy hands around your neck, as the warm, smelly goo continues to flow down onto your shoulders. With hands around your neck, there are now hands around and up your legs. Your begins to smell the perfume of death around you. The sweet of death overcomes you. Your head is pulled back as long fingernails begin to slowly scrape the sides of your neck.....*-_.~
A Voice: OH-H NOO-O-O!![/color]
~._-*The stench of death brushes up against your left cheek, as The Vixen teases you with their sharp fingernails, against your neck and the black boney hands, of The Gathering, grasps at your legs. Then you hear it. The voice of madness. The voice of your future. The voice of death....*-_.~
Oblivion: Baines.... It's okay now.[/color]
A Voice: B-but... I'm not Baines.... Who is b-Baines?![/color]
~._-*Your attention becomes averted, as a hand, from one of the lovelies, touches the bottom of your jaw and slowly turns your attention towards The Vixen.*-_.~
Melissa: Sh-h-h. It's okay, Phillip. The suffering will be ending soon.[/color]
A Voice: I'm not Baines....[/color]
~._-*Melissa places her gothic ring clad right index finger against your lips...*-_.~
Oblivion: Baines.... Blake..... It doesn't matter!! All you Meatsacks look the same, to The Dark One. You insignificant flesh bearers bleed the same. You all die the same. From the mouths of babes, you all taste the same. It doesn't what attrocious things WCF says about Oblivion and IT's children, win or lose, WCF still suffers!! You pathetic bag of bones still experience excruciating pain dealt by the hands of Oblivion. Battle after battle, your bodies wear down. With each time your bodies wear down, it will THAT much easier for that much anticipated glorious after battle meal. With each small nibble. With each small taste, the angst, the agony of hunger of flesh will be quench. With your denial of fear, it's completely obvious, that it wears down your minds. WHEN WILL OBLIVION DO IT?!? Phillip Baines and especially Ryan Blake are just human....[/color]
Oblivion: The Gods of Wrestling are coming for you two. Go ahead and place your trust on just wins and losses. We will place on our trust on taking chunks of your flesh and hanging them, as trophies. You don't display it, when you speak, but the accumulated damaged that has done to you by the hands of either Doc Henry and Oblivion is irreversible!! each time you try to breath. Each time you expel micro-organisms when you sneeze or cough, your body aches. You cringe in pain. But, your pride won't allow to show Oblivion the total irreversible damage IT has done!! How blood, have you coughed up, Baines?! Your pride has caused you to ignore the doctors. This time, Oblivion has backup. Your luck will eventually run out. You wait. You count the seconds till the clock strikes six. You sit and wait, before you spew out complete nonsense. Then you hope, you have said enough, that the invisible man in the clouds, will bless with you complete luck.
You sit back and wait, crossing your fingers, hoping you have done enough to obtain victory. Did you train hard enough or you just going to rely ONLY on your friends?! Nothing will save you this week Phillip and Ryan!! NOTHING WILL!! Death is just one day closer for you two!!! With each crash. With each bump, in the night do you think that's when the Gods of Wrestling are come crashing through and finally end your miserable existence?! Finally, we will take the weight of WCF's shoulders and eliminate the insignificance of The Hero and the "Puppet Boy" of Bobby Cairo. Doc Henry and Oblivion hopes you just take a step and relax for a second. Just live your lives. We like the game. We LOVE the hunt!! The taste of victory is much sweeter, when the prey puts up a fight!! With that, you meaningless and unimportant bitches can CHOKE.... ON.... THAA-A-A-ATT-T-T!!![/color]
~._-*The faces of the beautiful Vixens, stare into the camera. Scattering towards the camera, are the hideous faces of The Gathering. The small creatures paw at the camera, as The Vixen show the blood stained sharp flesh rippers and fingernails towards the camera... RIGHT BEFORE OBLIVION RUSHES IN......*-_.~
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YOU DO NOT!!
~._-*Your lack of control has lead you here, several times over. Here you are, stuck in The Darkness....AGAIN! The Darkness, the sick and twisted abyss of complete lack of sanity, of a complete delusional, deranged madman. Your hear giggling near you. You sigh with a relaxing release. It's only The Vixens. With images flashing before you, that would make a weaker person collapse with paralyzing fear...*-_.~
www.youtube.com/user/dregop?blend=21&ob=5
~._-*As you look upon The Vixen, with a complete hypnotizing trance, you do not notice something standing behind you. With the lovelies caressing you, you slowly feel something dripping on your left shoulder. At first, you ignore it, but the warmth of the dripping goo, snaps you out of your trance. The Vixens try to keep you under their control, but you take your right hand and touch what was on your left shoulder. The stickiness, of the slimy goo, stretches between your thumb and fore finger. Your eyes stay on the goo, when you begin to hear a hiss. The pulsing darkness, keeps your sight at bay. But, with flashes of light and with the sparks from the metal nails, of the nearby Gathering, scraping against some unseen metal source, you begin to notice the mood change of The Vixens. Their eyes are glowing and blood, dripping from their red shiny lips and red painted fingertips. The Vixen begin to screech, as more warm goo drips on both of your shoulders.
The clicking, moaning, hissing, and groaning creep in closer. Your chest begins to hurt, with discomfort. Your heart is beating at an alarming pace. Sweat drips from your brow and you begin to feel cold. you feel as your manhood is sinking into your body with deathly fear. The Vixen begin to swirl around you with their hair flowing in the cold, chilly breeze of The Darkness. No sight, but unearthly sounds. There is nowhere for you to run to. You are trapped what seemed to be inside the mind of a murderous lunatic. You try to break free, but you can't! You begin to feel suffocation grabbing a hold of you! Now, your breathing has become short and shallow. Your throat is closing. You cannot breath. You feel cold clammy hands around your neck, as the warm, smelly goo continues to flow down onto your shoulders. With hands around your neck, there are now hands around and up your legs. Your begins to smell the perfume of death around you. The sweet of death overcomes you. Your head is pulled back as long fingernails begin to slowly scrape the sides of your neck.....*-_.~
A Voice: OH-H NOO-O-O!![/color]
~._-*The stench of death brushes up against your left cheek, as The Vixen teases you with their sharp fingernails, against your neck and the black boney hands, of The Gathering, grasps at your legs. Then you hear it. The voice of madness. The voice of your future. The voice of death....*-_.~
Oblivion: Baines.... It's okay now.[/color]
A Voice: B-but... I'm not Baines.... Who is b-Baines?![/color]
~._-*Your attention becomes averted, as a hand, from one of the lovelies, touches the bottom of your jaw and slowly turns your attention towards The Vixen.*-_.~
Melissa: Sh-h-h. It's okay, Phillip. The suffering will be ending soon.[/color]
A Voice: I'm not Baines....[/color]
~._-*Melissa places her gothic ring clad right index finger against your lips...*-_.~
Oblivion: Baines.... Blake..... It doesn't matter!! All you Meatsacks look the same, to The Dark One. You insignificant flesh bearers bleed the same. You all die the same. From the mouths of babes, you all taste the same. It doesn't what attrocious things WCF says about Oblivion and IT's children, win or lose, WCF still suffers!! You pathetic bag of bones still experience excruciating pain dealt by the hands of Oblivion. Battle after battle, your bodies wear down. With each time your bodies wear down, it will THAT much easier for that much anticipated glorious after battle meal. With each small nibble. With each small taste, the angst, the agony of hunger of flesh will be quench. With your denial of fear, it's completely obvious, that it wears down your minds. WHEN WILL OBLIVION DO IT?!? Phillip Baines and especially Ryan Blake are just human....[/color]
JUST HUMAN!!
Oblivion: The Gods of Wrestling are coming for you two. Go ahead and place your trust on just wins and losses. We will place on our trust on taking chunks of your flesh and hanging them, as trophies. You don't display it, when you speak, but the accumulated damaged that has done to you by the hands of either Doc Henry and Oblivion is irreversible!! each time you try to breath. Each time you expel micro-organisms when you sneeze or cough, your body aches. You cringe in pain. But, your pride won't allow to show Oblivion the total irreversible damage IT has done!! How blood, have you coughed up, Baines?! Your pride has caused you to ignore the doctors. This time, Oblivion has backup. Your luck will eventually run out. You wait. You count the seconds till the clock strikes six. You sit and wait, before you spew out complete nonsense. Then you hope, you have said enough, that the invisible man in the clouds, will bless with you complete luck.
You sit back and wait, crossing your fingers, hoping you have done enough to obtain victory. Did you train hard enough or you just going to rely ONLY on your friends?! Nothing will save you this week Phillip and Ryan!! NOTHING WILL!! Death is just one day closer for you two!!! With each crash. With each bump, in the night do you think that's when the Gods of Wrestling are come crashing through and finally end your miserable existence?! Finally, we will take the weight of WCF's shoulders and eliminate the insignificance of The Hero and the "Puppet Boy" of Bobby Cairo. Doc Henry and Oblivion hopes you just take a step and relax for a second. Just live your lives. We like the game. We LOVE the hunt!! The taste of victory is much sweeter, when the prey puts up a fight!! With that, you meaningless and unimportant bitches can CHOKE.... ON.... THAA-A-A-ATT-T-T!!![/color]
~._-*The faces of the beautiful Vixens, stare into the camera. Scattering towards the camera, are the hideous faces of The Gathering. The small creatures paw at the camera, as The Vixen show the blood stained sharp flesh rippers and fingernails towards the camera... RIGHT BEFORE OBLIVION RUSHES IN......*-_.~
WHAM!!
[Scene slowly fades out, before succumbing to static....]
