Young upstart heading to his demise

[Oblivion]

"A psychopath is a monster who hides their true self, deep within."

- DJF[/center][/color]

~._-*Calm. Serene. You look ahead at the setting sun. The sunset appears to have a red hue, with touches of orange. Peaceful, as You continue your journey. You walk down a dirt road. You look ahead. The setting sun reminds You of all the good things in life. No worries. No regrets. Staring deep, almost hypnotizing, at the glowing orb. It quickly sets. It gets darker even quicker. You arrive at your destination, a local graveyard. All Hallow's Eve will be here soon enough. Time to celebrate with the dead. As you arrive, the appearance, of the graveyard, is completely different. The air is cool, but not sweater weather, but there is mist in the graveyard. A small hovering fog crawls through the cemetary. The darker it quickly gets, the creepier the graveyard appears to be. You begin to out scare yourself. The mind might be playing tricks on You. You keep seeing things. You think you are hearing sounds, unearthly sounds. You forget why you ended up there, to begin with.*-_.~

snap.

~._-*You hear a twig snapping in half. After jumping out of your skin, you try to control your breathing. Once you have yourself together, you look around. You glance ahead, walking out from behind a large burial monument, are several mojigangas. Large man made puppets on large wooden sticks, that stand nearly 8 feet tall. Large banners celebrating the dead. Slowly slithering behind them are several "persons" in full length black leather suits. From head to toe, they are covered in skin tight leather. Not one centimeter, of skin, is exposed. The heads are covered, without a single spot for breathing. No zippers, nothing. Just full on black leather. They begin to crawl, as their bodies begin to distort backwards, as their bodies begin to crawl inverted. Bones bending in different directions. *-_.~

snap.

~._-*You hear another twig snapping in half. You nearly jumping out of your skin. You look around the absurdity, of this complete bizarreness. As You try to "get back into your own skin", you try to control your breathing. Once you have yourself together, you look around. You proceed to investigate what caused the twig snapping. In a cemetary. A twig snapping. Bewildered by La celebración del muerto. Your eyes have adjusted to the dark, the natural Darkness. You are still astonished by the off the wall, eccentric things you see surrounding you. You have one giant problem.... You forgot to bring a flashlight. The natural limited light, from the New Moon, is reflecting off the headstones and creating some shadows. After awhile, your eyes begin to play tricks on you, again. You notice the shadows begin to shift. The night air is disturbed by the creaking, of the shadows. Once, you have acknowledged the shadows appearance, You begin to hear the clicking, moaning, hissing, and groaning.*-_.~

click. moan. hiss. groan....

~._-*As the death carnival-like environment continues, you squint. You think you notice the shadows shift. Then you hear girlish-like giggling. Within the dark, you hear small feet scampering. The mojigangas and the banners continue to flow. The black leather clad "persons" continue to crawl inverted, you start to notice the fear come across everyone and everything..... THE MOOD IS ABOUT TO CHANGE!!! You feel motion under your feet. With the mixture of the joyous carnival and the creepy objects, you are not quite sure what to think of the small rumblings, under your feet. Small pebbles start to shift, as the small cherubs, on the statues begin to cringe in fear, shown by the frightened expressions across their carved faces. Fear has now taken over. What ever has created fear, is getting closer.

You don't have a flashlight, as the moon is not real bright, You cannot see what is coming right at You. The shadows reveal themselves and the source of the giggling also reveal themselves. They begin to celebrate themselves. As the object of fear walks closer, the faces across The Gathering and The Vixens reveal extreme and utter fear. They drop to their knees and bow, by completely collapsing their upper bodies onto the ground.... OBLIVION HAS ARRIVED. The carnival-like atmosphere disappears. As the graveyard is now cold and the aura is dead. Evil. Chaotic. The Gathering transform back into their shadowy form and The Vixen huddle together. The cherubs turn their stone faces, once Oblivion walks past. They shriek out in complete fear. The fog parts, when Oblivion walks through. The graveyard is quiet. DEAD QUIET.... Oblivion is dragging behind The Pet, with a camera in hand. The Gathering creeps out, as they shove out their Preenies, with their Munchies, ready to attack if necessary. Oblivion looks at You....*-_.~

Oblivion: Revenge delayed invited madness. Oblivion's mind is clear. Oblivion is prepared for war at Helloween against the wannabe Aaron Miles. Oblivion is THE God of Hardcore!! Miles is nothing but a fake and a phony. A perpetrator to the lifestyle, that is the Hardcore Division, of WCF!! Aaron miles is just a little boy in a world of men!! THIS body had been bloody wars, while you were in grade school. You know nothing of hardcore. It looks as if you need an education. At Helloween, Oblivion will be your instructor. It's time you learn the way of pain!! Whatever you THINK you know about pain and suffering, will change at the pay per view!!

You wanna see something neat?![/color]

~._-*You nod your head slowly....*-_.~



~._-*You stumble back, then you fall backwards with fright. Instead of landing, on the ground, you fall through the ground. As you grasp for something, anything, the only thing your finger grasp through is the air. You descend downward, with the Gathering hunched around you, cackling with glee. They are pointing at you, with disgust and shame, as You scream out your larynx. With each second, as You scream, your vocal chords are begging for mercy. The further you drop, the louder the screams of The Vixens appear to be. You had your eyes closed, but You open your eyes and you see The Vixens begin to seductively strip to violent strobe light and violent images. As you continue to fall, The faces of The beautiful Vixens begin to distort, as their mouths begin to stretch out till their jaws dislocate. As their mouths disintegrate, they reach out for You. The Gathering begins to poke you with their boney grey fingers. With each poke, your skin begins to darken, as if necrosis is setting in. Each inch, of your skin begin to blacken.

Body parts begin to slowly decay. The pain is extremely unbearable. As You continue to descend into nothing, You scream out. Oblivion shows IT's face, laughing.*-_.~

Oblivion: You are falling, You. What to do?! WHAT.... TO.... DO-O-O-O?!?!? Embrace the ways of Oblivion, You. If you take in IT's teachings, Oblivion can save You. Just like You, if Aaron Miles just takes in the teaching of the way of Oblivion.... IT WON'T HAVE TO BRUTALIZE HIM!!![/color]

~._-*You continue to fall, as you look back. Impact in 1.... 2.... 3....*-_.~

THUD!!!

~._-*You skin wasn't decaying. You weren't really falling. You stumbled back and tripped over something and crashed to the ground, bumping your head in the process. You were not experiencing anything, it was just Oblivion getting inside your head. Oblivion grabs the camera and pulls it towards IT's mangled face.*

Oblivion: AARON MILES!! Do you honestly think you can outwit Oblivion. Out scare and out manipulate?! Really?! Really. REALLY?! At Helloween, Oblivion breeding ground, The Hardcore Champion is gonna show you the true definition IT's home away from home. Oblivion has home field advantage!! Helloween, where the weird shit happens!!! You are coming into Oblivion's home!! You do not scare me, one bit, little boy!!! You wanna fuck with The Monster?!? DO YA?! IN an hardcore match, anything and IT means anything could possible happen and you are in a world of shit!! So, let's dance!! Let's do this!! You wanna play with the big boys, Aaron!! Fine, we'll play!! But, you won't like the games, that comes from the mind of Oblivion. The Dark One always wins at playing games. So, go ahead and try. No one will stop ya!! In fact, everyone will enjoy the good laugh. Watching a lamb getting sacrificed is ALWAYS good entertainment!!!

Ask around Aaron. Really, ask around. The legacy of the bizarre, that is Oblivion, is legendary!! This body has been around the world, several times. Been through the most nastiest matches, you Meatsacks can ever fathom. Not some young up start hardcore wannabe is gonna take the Hardcore Championship away from yours truly!! NOT GONNA HAPPEN!! Oblivion will make sure of that!! You hear Oblivion, Miles?!? DO YOU?!? DO YOU!?!? IT hopes so, because it would be a damn shame, come Helloween and you have that shocked expression across your stupid little face, when Oblivion introduces you into the world of extreme hardcore!!

Oblivion usually doesn't do this, but you might as well tell everyone goodbye!! Because, once you open the stink hole, you call a mouth and start talking stupid, the gloves come off and you will be nothing but human waste!! You hear me?!? Are you starting to understand?! This is not some kind of game, we are playing. You might be at home watching this, getting ready for your demise at the pay per view. But, while you are there say goodbye to everyone. Because, there might be a great chance you will never be the same again. most you face off against Oblivion are never the same again. Again ask around, people will tell you..... DON'T FUCK WITH OBLIVION!!

So, think of this before you utter out your first words. As you're laying on the mat, gasping for your final breath. You are choking on your blood, remember... OBLIVION WARNED YOU. People have warned you. It will be only your fault, why you ended up the way you will ended up. This will not be a picnic. WELCOME, TO YOUR NIGHTMARE!![/color]

~._-*The cherubs scream out, as they turn their heads. They hold up their bronze arms, as The Children of Oblivion come snarling up. The normal joyous faces of The Gathering and The Vixen have been replaced with hideous expressions of horror. They too grab for the camera and scream out.....*-_.~

The Gathering/The Vixen: BII-I-ITCHEE-EE-ESS-S-SS-S!!![/color]

~._-*Oblivion scares off IT's children, as IT grabs for the camera....*-_.~

Oblivion: Helloween is here, Aaron. What will be YOUR costume? Don't have one. No worries. Oblivion will have one for you.... A COSTUME OF A DEADMAN!! Time to grow up, kid!![/color]

~._-*Oblivion drops the camera and it shatters, on the ground. It goes straight into static. Oblivion is seen squatting down and the inaudible audio is heard....*-_.~

Oblivion: <static> WCF <static> Say good<static> bye to.... <static> to Aaron Miles.[/color]

~._-*The scene fades out to static....*-_.~