Combonation of madness-Gods of Wrestling Joint RP

[Oblivion]

~._-*You have been locked into your own observation into an altered reality; an obscured reality. You have been through this familiar path, many MANY times over. But, with an unstable reality, into the subconscious of a madman, nothing is repetitious. You have become surrounded by the sounds of spectral and ghoulish screams. An energy of darkness inhabits your personal space. As before, you try to repel and resist, but you always ended up hurling through the darkness with the ghostly wraiths of The Gathering. This time won't be any different, but, this occurrence WILL be slightly different...

You stand with your arms at your side. Your heart is pounding in your chest with anticipation of the creepy wraiths. You can hear them clicking, moaning, hissing, and groaning as the slither up to you. The Gathering is in their black cloaks. As they float and slither up to you like aggressive predatory sharks, some of their hoods fall down, exposing their true selves.... SKINLESS SKULLS. Creepy crawlies are slithering in and out of the eye sockets. The skulls are stained with slime and fungus. With your arms out and your legs shoulder length apart, you show no fear. This time you are expecting it. You are grabbed by the boney hands of The Gathering. you've been jerked away and are thrown down towards actual Reality. Screaming next you is The Gathering. As The Gathering flies towards reality, they begin to wear Confederate Army Caps. They point their boney arms towards the direction of Reality.

As you hurl towards Reality, The Gathering screeches to a halt. You look back to see what happened, but you continue to plunge backwards, downward. You reach out for The Gathering, but it's too late. You continue to fall.... *-_.~

WHAM!!!

~._-*You collapse on concrete, inside a building. This time you are holding a camera.*-_.~

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Doc Henry: Well, glad you could squeeze this into your busy schedule! Where's Oblivion?[/color]

~._-*A cold breeze blows through. Slowly Oblivion walks up.*-_.~

Doc Henry: God Damn son, what page of the freak bible are you from again??[/color]

Oblivion: ENOUGH OF THIS BULLSHIT!! LET'S GET TO BUSINESS!![/color]

~._-*You are surrounded by white walls, with a few decorative pictures. there are several padded seats and a few coffee tables, with magazines on them. Ahead of them is the front desk. The desk area is around five feet long and has glass sliding windows. Doc and Oblivion look at each other. Then within a flash both monsters leap up and slam their boots down onto the counter. They both slam their fists through the glass sliding windows. A security guard comes screaming up.*-_.~

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Security Guard: HOLD IT, RIGHT THERE YOU... Y-YOU FREAKS!! I'M NOT GONNA ALLOW ANYMORE OF YOU FREAKS COME IN HERE AND HAVE YOUR DOGS SHIT IN HERE!![/color]

Doc Henry: Wow, you have had dogs taking shits in here? What the fuck kind of place are you running? Well no worries, there are no dogs here![/color]

Security Guard: What do you call that?![/color]

~._-*The security guard points towards Oblivion. Doc Henry begins to laugh. Oblivion begins to growl, as The Gathering and The Vixens begin to swirl around with anger. After Doc stops laughing, he yells out, as he looks towards Oblivion....*-_.~

Doc Henry: What do you think?[/color]

Oblivion: KILL!![/color]

Doc Henry: Kill.[/color]

~._-*The Security Guard begin to fumble with a tazer and drops it in the process. As he bends down to pick it up, he looks up and sees a dozen of the Vixens with Melissa.*-_.~

Melissa: What do you think ladies?![/color]

The Vixens: EWW-W-W TOO OLD!!! NO FUN! BUT MEAL!! HUNGRY!! HUNGRY!! HUNGRY!!![/color]

Melissa: Fine. Vi-ixee-ee-en...[/color]

~._-*The Security Guard braces himself.*-_.~

Melissa: ATT-AA-AACK!!![/color]

~._-*The Vixens leap into the air and quickly pounce down onto the security guard, tearing him into shreds as they feast on him. Oblivion stomps around the office, screaming for answers...*-_.~

Oblivion: WHERE IS THAT BITCH, WOMAN?!?!?!?!?[/color]

~._-*The Gods of Wrestling look around for that desk employee. They spot her, leaping off they rush towards you...*-_.~

Woman: M-May I help you?!?[/color]

~._-*Doc Henry and Oblivion tower over the woman.*-_.~

Doc Henry: Was Ryan Blake here earlier?![/color]

Woman: Y-Yes! Yes he was![/color]

Doc Henry: Oblivion understands that Ryan Blake and his friend Clyde were claiming that Oblivion has numerous ways of explaining what is wrong with Him.[/color]

Woman: Y-Yes! But, I cannot give out privileged information.[/color]

~._-*Oblivion screams at the woman.*-_.~

Oblivion: TELL US...[/color](Oblivion nods off, but quickly wakes up. IT begins to bark.) <BARK! BARK! BARK!!>U-USS-S-S!!!!!!

~._-*Oblivion's disfigured head, right shoulder, and right arm begins to twitch.*-_.~

Oblivion: WHAT DID HE SAY-AY-AY-AY?!?![/color]

Woman: He mentioned that you have multiple issues, that would make you a great candidate for therapy.[/color]

~._-*Oblivion and Doc Henry look at each other.*-_.~

Oblivion/Doc Henry: FUCK THAT!!!

~._-*Several more security guards run up. This time in full riot gear. The security begin to shoot out bean bags towards The gods of Wrestling.*-_.~

Oblivion: VIXENS ATTAA-A-AACC-CK!!!![/color]

~._-*The Vixens rush over and attack the numerous security guards. Oblivion is talking to himself, as he looks around ITself...*-_.~

Oblivion[/color]: (looking to IT's left and right.): They have no idea how disturbed Oblivion really is!!

~._-*Oblivion grabs IT's head and proceeds to scream out in pain. The scream causes The Vixens to huddle in fear.*-_.~

Doc Henry: Don't get Oblivion angry!! Trust me, you won't like it if Oblivion gets angry.[/color]

~._-*The Vixens and The Gathering continue to cause chaos and wreck the working area. You hold the camera straight at The Gods of Wrestling...*-_.~

Oblivion: Ryan Blake and Phillip Baines... You two must think that you are funny!! You think that is funny, how bout this?![/color]

~._-*The camera does a close up to the hideous face of Oblivion!!*-_.~

Oblivion: How bout we kick your asses!! Funny enough for ya?! How 'bout, we kick your skulls, until the meat shows!![/color]

The Vixens: MEAT!! MEAT!! MEAT!!![/color]

Doc Henry: Still, these people seem to think that winning matches is the goal here. No, no, no, sure winning the match would be nice, however, that is not our goal. We are gonna rip out your entrails and let the beasts feed.[/color]

Oblivion: Blake and Baines!! Go ahead and makes jokes!! Let's see how funny it is, with your jaws disconnected from your skulls. How will you enjoy life without sight, as we pluck out your eyes, let them dangle from the optic nerves. Cut off your tongues, so you cannot scream!! Mangle your legs, so you cannot crawl out. Break your arms, so you cannot fight back!! This will be HELL!! So, Blake shut the hell up!! You wouldn't know a diagnosis from halitosis. There's absolutely nothing wrong with Oblivion.[/color]<BARK-TWITCH-SNARL-BARK!>This crazy sum bitch is still gonna whoop your asses!!

Doc Henry: Baines, go ahead run down my Confederate Championship all you want, the fact is that I made a deal with the WCF. Yup, when Lerch restarted the company after Gravedigger sold of it's assets, Seth was looking for financial backing. Well, I stepped up, and loaned him money. Did I want more in return, no, I make more in a day from my familial and personal holdings than 99.9% of the world. No what I got in repayment was a new WCF Championship, but I also have final say on rules and decisions concerning it. That is how my title came to be.[/color]

Oblivion: With that, all you bitches can... CHOKE..... ON.... THAA-AA-A-ATT-TT-T!![/color]

Doc Henry: Or, you can just go STRAIGHT TO HELL!!![/color]

~._-*Oblivion and Doc Henry proceed to stomp down onto the camera, until it fades out through static...*-_.~