Post by Oblivion on Oct 10, 2011 2:28:48 GMT -5
~._-*Everything is calm. Everything is quiet. Maybe too quiet. You stand up to look around. Everything, so crisp. Every detail. Sunny, but not too warm. You observe several people around, doing the same thing you are.... PRAYING TO THE ALMIGHTY SUN GOD. Preparing your skin, to have naturally bronze toned skin. Psuedo bronze Gods. You, would look the part, but You would have.... NO POWERS. Everyone else is several feet away. Then, why do You feel like someone is around You. You hear rumbling of thunder. Everything in front of You, is bright and sunny, with no cloud cover. But, as You turn around, You see a large dark cloud. Slowly, the dark cloud continues to slowly roll in. You feel that this storm, could be bad news. Something wicked about that storm. The cloud rolls closer, it gets chilly as a fierce wind blows through.
You slowly spin around, to look at the bright sunny sky, with a creeping dark storm cloud, dominating the other side of the sky. The eerie storm cloud creeps in closer. The thunder is louder. Crackling of lightning begins. This storm is pissed off!! Ready to go off on anyone that crosses it's path. You turn back around, quickly noticing a black blur zipping past You. Then zips past You, again. You continues to spin. Slowly, then faster..... faster! FASTER! FASTER! FASTER!! You stop spinning. You look down....*-_.~
You: WHAT THE FU-.....?!?[/color]
~._-*You look down.*-_.~
Shadow: Hi there![/color]
~._-*The Creepy shadow gives a friendly small wave of it's right boney hand. You become startled...*-_.~
You: AHH-HH-HHHH!!![/color]
~._-*The boney hand reaches out and grabs at You. Your existence begins to spin. The storm cloud is now over head. The rumbling of thunder, slowly gets louder. The crackling of lightning, reminds You, that this storm is gonna be a motherf*cker!! The shadow grabs You...*-_.~
Shadow:GOTCHA!![/color]
You: NOO-OOOO-OO-O!!![/color]
~._-*Your existence quickly becomes dark. No sound. No vision. Just darkness. There's a sliver of The Light. The sliver begins to get larger, as The Light becomes stronger. The Darkness slowly diminishes. You slowly look around. You ask a question, obviously quiet...[/color]*-_.~
You: WHERE IN THE F*CK AM I?!?![/color]
~._-*You see a doorway, several feet away. You are beginning to see several people. Friend or foe? You move from one large tall stack of boxes to another. You methodically maneuver yourself to the closest box to the doorway....*-_.~
You: OH.... MY.... GAW-AW-AWDD-DDD!![/color]
~._-*You see several shadows shifting from one spot to another.*-_.~
You: GREAT!! Now what?![/color]
~._-*IT comes home. You squat behind the large stack of small boxes. You see a pair of black boots, with droplets of what assumed to be.... BLOOD, on them! IT has two handfuls of fresh kills. Dragging behind IT, are Ronald McDonald, Bozo the clown, Clarabell, Krusty the clown, Pennywise, and Doink the Clown. Placed on the wooden table is a wanted poster. The poster declares all clowns dead!! You creep in closer, but the heavy footsteps stop. The legs, of the dead clowns, are dropped on the wooden floor. You scatter back, as IT walks in your general direction. You watch, as the monster walks away. You scatter, to get a better look at the fresh kills. Most of the clowns have had their throats slit. They had been tied and tortured before hand. There are burn markings, at the seats of their jumpsuits and/or trousers.
You look at the dead clowns. You are mesmerized at the amount of dead flesh. You hear the heavy footsteps, you try to flee. But, you cannot.... didn't have enough time....*-_.~
Oblivion: What do we have here?! Looks like someone forgot to put away their toys.[/color]
~._-*The God of Insanity grabs You and proceeds to drag You to a nearby room. You begin to sweat heavily. A cold sweat....*-_.~
You: Oh God.....[/color]
God: Yes?![/color]
~._-*You turn to what you thought it was a near death experience. It was just wishful thinking. No one there! You are still being dragged through the old wooden house. Oblivion looks down and sees You. You hear a loud thud. That was your body, hitting the floor. Oblivion kneels down and looks at You.*-_.~
Oblivion: It knows You, very well. Very well indeed. Why are You out of your natural habitat. Get back to your own surroundings. Well, since You ARE here, might as well show You what IT brought home. As You can tell, IT brought home a variations of clowns. That's because of Oblivion's children. They like take-out. They were hungry. They kept screaming....[/color]"WE WANT THE CLOWN!!!" So, Oblivion brought home, every clown IT could think of. Food from the clown, done it!!! Now, Oblivion's children will have a happy meal. The Gathering always believed if you eat the bodies, you will also digest their souls.
Well, Hell. Besides, the best kill is about to happen.... SWITCHES THE CLOWN!!! Switches, you are a bonafide phony. Again you have the look down pat. But, no substance. Stalling tactic. Good, but not so much!! Switches, you must be the most unluckiest clown ever. You are standing in the way of another Hardcore Championship!! In front of a madman. Oblivion is allowed to maim someone, with no repercussions. Free and clear!! FREE AT LAST!! FREE AT LAST!! GOD ALMIGHTY!!! FREE AT LAST!! Switches the Clown!! Get ready to be tortured in ways, that not even YOU....
~._-*Oblivion points away, in front of ITself.*_-.~
Oblivion: NOT EVEN YOU-OU-OU-OU.... can imagine!!! This match won't be for the squeamish. It won't be for the faint of heart. The janitorial staff will have a blast cleaning up the puke, from the reaction of the crowd looking at the gruesome mass that USED to be your body!! The Janitorial profession will be a great job for you, Clownie Boy, after IT dissects you, at Slam. Don't be ashamed. Better men have tried to defeat Oblivion and some have succeeded. But, you Clownie, don't have a ice cream cone's chance in the hot desert. My children... which can hear them creeping in closer to us, are ready for their meal of clowns. So, Switches the Clown get ready for a night in Hell. Exposing your "jokes" as that... just jokes!! Switches.... WELCOME TO YOUR NIGHTMARE!! Say hello to your next WCF Hardcore Champion..... O-O-O-O-OBLIII-I-IVIOO-OO-ON!!![/color]
~._-*The sounds of several feet scampering towards You.*-_.~
The Gathering/The Vixen: BII-ITCHEE-E-E-EESS-SS-S-S!![/color]
~._-*Your vision begins to fade out....*-_.~
You slowly spin around, to look at the bright sunny sky, with a creeping dark storm cloud, dominating the other side of the sky. The eerie storm cloud creeps in closer. The thunder is louder. Crackling of lightning begins. This storm is pissed off!! Ready to go off on anyone that crosses it's path. You turn back around, quickly noticing a black blur zipping past You. Then zips past You, again. You continues to spin. Slowly, then faster..... faster! FASTER! FASTER! FASTER!! You stop spinning. You look down....*-_.~
You: WHAT THE FU-.....?!?[/color]
~._-*You look down.*-_.~
Shadow: Hi there![/color]
~._-*The Creepy shadow gives a friendly small wave of it's right boney hand. You become startled...*-_.~
You: AHH-HH-HHHH!!![/color]
~._-*The boney hand reaches out and grabs at You. Your existence begins to spin. The storm cloud is now over head. The rumbling of thunder, slowly gets louder. The crackling of lightning, reminds You, that this storm is gonna be a motherf*cker!! The shadow grabs You...*-_.~
Shadow:GOTCHA!![/color]
You: NOO-OOOO-OO-O!!![/color]
WHAM!!!
~._-*Your existence quickly becomes dark. No sound. No vision. Just darkness. There's a sliver of The Light. The sliver begins to get larger, as The Light becomes stronger. The Darkness slowly diminishes. You slowly look around. You ask a question, obviously quiet...[/color]*-_.~
You: WHERE IN THE F*CK AM I?!?![/color]
~._-*You see a doorway, several feet away. You are beginning to see several people. Friend or foe? You move from one large tall stack of boxes to another. You methodically maneuver yourself to the closest box to the doorway....*-_.~
You: OH.... MY.... GAW-AW-AWDD-DDD!![/color]
~._-*You see several shadows shifting from one spot to another.*-_.~
You: GREAT!! Now what?![/color]
WHAM!!! SLAM!!!
~._-*IT comes home. You squat behind the large stack of small boxes. You see a pair of black boots, with droplets of what assumed to be.... BLOOD, on them! IT has two handfuls of fresh kills. Dragging behind IT, are Ronald McDonald, Bozo the clown, Clarabell, Krusty the clown, Pennywise, and Doink the Clown. Placed on the wooden table is a wanted poster. The poster declares all clowns dead!! You creep in closer, but the heavy footsteps stop. The legs, of the dead clowns, are dropped on the wooden floor. You scatter back, as IT walks in your general direction. You watch, as the monster walks away. You scatter, to get a better look at the fresh kills. Most of the clowns have had their throats slit. They had been tied and tortured before hand. There are burn markings, at the seats of their jumpsuits and/or trousers.
You look at the dead clowns. You are mesmerized at the amount of dead flesh. You hear the heavy footsteps, you try to flee. But, you cannot.... didn't have enough time....*-_.~
Oblivion: What do we have here?! Looks like someone forgot to put away their toys.[/color]
~._-*The God of Insanity grabs You and proceeds to drag You to a nearby room. You begin to sweat heavily. A cold sweat....*-_.~
You: Oh God.....[/color]
God: Yes?![/color]
~._-*You turn to what you thought it was a near death experience. It was just wishful thinking. No one there! You are still being dragged through the old wooden house. Oblivion looks down and sees You. You hear a loud thud. That was your body, hitting the floor. Oblivion kneels down and looks at You.*-_.~
Oblivion: It knows You, very well. Very well indeed. Why are You out of your natural habitat. Get back to your own surroundings. Well, since You ARE here, might as well show You what IT brought home. As You can tell, IT brought home a variations of clowns. That's because of Oblivion's children. They like take-out. They were hungry. They kept screaming....[/color]"WE WANT THE CLOWN!!!" So, Oblivion brought home, every clown IT could think of. Food from the clown, done it!!! Now, Oblivion's children will have a happy meal. The Gathering always believed if you eat the bodies, you will also digest their souls.
Well, Hell. Besides, the best kill is about to happen.... SWITCHES THE CLOWN!!! Switches, you are a bonafide phony. Again you have the look down pat. But, no substance. Stalling tactic. Good, but not so much!! Switches, you must be the most unluckiest clown ever. You are standing in the way of another Hardcore Championship!! In front of a madman. Oblivion is allowed to maim someone, with no repercussions. Free and clear!! FREE AT LAST!! FREE AT LAST!! GOD ALMIGHTY!!! FREE AT LAST!! Switches the Clown!! Get ready to be tortured in ways, that not even YOU....
~._-*Oblivion points away, in front of ITself.*_-.~
Oblivion: NOT EVEN YOU-OU-OU-OU.... can imagine!!! This match won't be for the squeamish. It won't be for the faint of heart. The janitorial staff will have a blast cleaning up the puke, from the reaction of the crowd looking at the gruesome mass that USED to be your body!! The Janitorial profession will be a great job for you, Clownie Boy, after IT dissects you, at Slam. Don't be ashamed. Better men have tried to defeat Oblivion and some have succeeded. But, you Clownie, don't have a ice cream cone's chance in the hot desert. My children... which can hear them creeping in closer to us, are ready for their meal of clowns. So, Switches the Clown get ready for a night in Hell. Exposing your "jokes" as that... just jokes!! Switches.... WELCOME TO YOUR NIGHTMARE!! Say hello to your next WCF Hardcore Champion..... O-O-O-O-OBLIII-I-IVIOO-OO-ON!!![/color]
~._-*The sounds of several feet scampering towards You.*-_.~
The Gathering/The Vixen: BII-ITCHEE-E-E-EESS-SS-S-S!![/color]
~._-*Your vision begins to fade out....*-_.~
