Post by Oblivion on Oct 31, 2011 3:25:27 GMT -5
~._-You are introduced to an empty room. A small room, 10' x 10', painted egg shell white. The only door, to the room, opens. The back end, of a large man, is the first thing to enter the room. The man, apparently a delivery man pulls in a two tier cart. The cart has a 32" Toshiba HD LCD TV. On the second shelf is a Toshiba DVR620 - a DVD/ VCR. With the electrical outlet in the center, of the room. The delivery man, who drives and delivers for ACE Delivery Co., plugs in and hooks up the TV and DVD/VHS player. As the delivery was about to leave two gentleman walk in, pushing in a gurney. the gurney has something on it, with a white sheet covering it. Both gentleman are young men, college age. They begin to snicker as they begin to take off the white sheet.....*-_.~
Dude #1: Dude!! What the Hell are we doing, man?! This is crazy, man?! How baked are we?!<snickers>[/color]
Dude #1: I know, right!! <snicker> We're totally baked, man?![/color]
~._-*The pitch, of the man's voice, rises as he talks.*-_.~
Dude #2: This is crazy shit!![/color]
~._-*Slowly, they take off the white sheet and reveal an old man lying on the gurney. A body that had been decomposing for two years. The body's midsection has been split open and the body is covered in a green mold and the remnants of embalming fluids. Most of the blueish/green flesh, on the dead body, has fallen off. The coffin burial was great to the body. Not really, but the body is somewhat recognizable. The two college students continue to snicker, to the point of weed-laced laughter. They have combined their knowledge between their two majors....necropology and animatronics. They're making the dead walk...... A ROBOT ZOMBIE!!!
They prop up the body of Walter Cronkite. Mr.Cronkite was a journalist 43 years, till his retirement in 1981. If anything that historically happened, in those years, Walter Cronkite was there. He was legendary. The body slightly moves, as the two students, who are now off camera, begin to control the dead body of Walter Cronkite. They workout the speaking modifications, on the face. Now, the voice simulation. Everything in check.....*-_.~
Walter Cronkite: Good evening. The continuation of Trick or Treat will be up shortly. But, now Oblivion.... man or truly a monster? Oblivion bursted onto the scene in Wrestling Championship Federation late fall of 2009. Not as Oblivion, but as Ace Slaughter. Slaughter was returning to wrestling after 4 years, due to.... we can call "personal problems". After a slow start Slaughter got his feet wet and continued. despite medical professional request that Stephan Johnson, the person portraying Ace Slaughter to take his daily medication. He refused and slowly going into a psychotic episode. That particular episode has lasted over a year. Johnson is just a memory and Ace Slaughter is non-existant.
Oblivion has developed into a snarling maniacal monster. IT, as Oblivion likes to be referred to as, has ended up capturing every championship in WCF, as Slaughter, then Oblivion. The body was the same, but the mind had changed. Oblivion had IT's shares of ups and downs. Now, coming up to an Pay Per View event.... HELLOWEEN!! Oblivion will defend IT's WCF Hardcore Championship against a man named Aaron Miles, in a hardcore match-up. To understand the atomsphere between the two, I must now show you the last brief moments of what had happened with Oblivion, before we can continue with.... TRICK OR TREAT....[/color]
~._-The two college students begin to control the animatronics of the dead body of Walter Cronkite. The dead journalist proceeds to slide in a DVD into the DVD/VHS player....*-_.~
The small group of adults go off, in search of the missing child, Chrissy. The mother's heart is in her throat, as she panics, while searching. A parent's worst nightmare has come true.... A MISSING CHILD. The epidemic continues. Some children, along with some teens runs past, laughing and having fun. Their Halloween night continues. The creepy spirit of Halloween rolls on, while most of the people call it for a night. The small group of concerned parents continue their search. Let's hope this case, doesn't end like the rest of the recent news of missing children. Pray. Pray!
Mother(sighs): CHRISSY!!
Woman #3: CHRISSY!!
Man:CHRISSY!!!
Off, in the distance, the group hears a small noise. The most joyous noise, in the evening. For a parent, the best noise.....
Chrissy: mommy.
Mother: Oh my God!
Woman #3: What?!
Mother: Did you guys hear that?!
Man: Hear what?
They continue walking, searching for what the mother THOUGHT she heard.
Man: What are we looking for now?
Chrissy: mommy.
Mother: There's it again! CHRISSY!!
Woman #3: I heard it, that time!!
Man: So, did I!!
Mother(sighs): CHRISSY!!
Woman #3: CHRISSY!!
Man:CHRISSY!!!
The further they continue walking, the louder the voice, of the little girl, gets.
Mother(sighs): CHRISSY!!
Chrissy: Mommy!!
Man: She is down here!!
Mother(sighs): CHRISSY!!
Chrissy: Mommy!!
Woman #3: I think I can see her!
The group decides to bolt off, running towards where they think they can see Chrissy. Within a few minutes they reach where Chrissy is at, in her pink and fuzzy parka, hanging from a tree, crying hysterically.....
Mother(sighs): CHRISSY!! My baby!!
The small group have found Chrissy. The Man says his goodbyes, then checks to see if Chrissy is okay, then walks away. The third woman does the same, before leaving. The mother looks at her precious child, examining her from head to feet....
Mother(sighs): Are you okay?
Chrissy: Mommy, I was so-o-o scared. They had r-r-red eyes and th-they ha-had sharp teef. They looked like monsters!!
Mother: Who are..... THEY, sweetie?
The mother pulls down the white fuzzy trimmed hood, of the parka coat and looked at the face of Chrissy. The child's face is white, with dark circles under her eyes. The child's eyes have a milky film across them. The iris, of the child's eyes are no longer blue, they are now a golden color and the pupil is now a sliver of blackness.
Mother: Chrissy?!
The small child begin to nod out.
Mother: Chrissy?! Chrissy?! Who are THEY, honey?!
Chrissy just points. Points behind her mother, with a blank look in her face....
Chrissy: THEM!!
The mother's face turns pale white, as she slowly turns around. With a look of fear, across the mother's face, she looks up and sees The Monster Oblivion, IT's Pet with camera and the rest of IT's children.
Oblivion: We need to talk about your daughter's future....
Oblivion large meaty black gloved hand covers the camera's lens.....
~._-*The body of Walter Cronkite stops the DVD. The college students positions the body to speak...*-_.~
Walter Cronkite: Now, the continuation of Trick or Treat. but, as a decorated and responsible journalist, I must warn you the following may have some visuals, that might be offensive for some. Parental guidance will be advised. A safer bet, send the young one into another room. Now... the continuation of Trick or Treat.[/color]
~._-*The body of Walter Cronkite begins to malfunction, as the rest of the few pieces of flesh, left on the body, has completely fallen off. The robotics begin to falter and spark. then in one enormous and loud boom, the robot sets itself on fire. the burning dead flesh and bones begin to panic to move around. The two students panic, at the same time, laughing their damn stoned asses off, as they continue to watch a corpse on fire, stumbling around.
One of the students, come running in with a fire extinguisher, putting out the blazing robot/corpse. With the pause button still on, the one student who put out the blaze now pushes play.....*-_.~
Mother: What about my daughter?!
Oblivion: Your daughter has THE gift![/color]
Mother: What gift?! She... is.... only six years old!!
~._-*Chrissy stands next to her mother, with a pale non-existent, non-emotional expression across across her face. The mother pulls down the fuzzy trimmed parka hood and looks at her blank faced daughter. Chrissy is not responsive. Oblivion slowly approaches Chrissy, as the mother slowly stepped aside....*-_.~
Oblivion: Chrissy!! Look at Oblivion. Look at Oblivion, Chrissy!![/color]
~._-*The little girl's pale face slowly turn into IT's direction. Her dead eyes, stare at Oblivion.
Oblivion: Chrissy, who is God?![/color]
~._-*Chrissy's head starts to rumble and slowly shake. Chrissy's shaking face shows two images.... HER CURRENT FACIAL EXPRESSIONS AND HER NORMAL FACIAL EXPRESSION. Chrissy's normal face screams out...*-_.~
Chrissy: MOMMY?! MOO-OMM-M-MY-Y-Y-Y!!! HELP ME-E-E!!! MOMMY!!![/color]
~._-*The face quickly changes back to her current facial expression.*-_.~
Chrissy: FUCK THAT!!! LONG LIVE OBLIVION!![/color]
Mother: OH.... MY GOD, CHRISSY!!! What the Hell?!? What have you done to my daughter!?!
Oblivion: Oblivion hasn't done anything. Remember, it was YOUR inept parenting ability, that caused your daughter to be snatched away. You found her, congradufuckinlations!! You're not a complete moron!! She is in good hands now!![/color]
Mother(crying hysterically): Change her back!! Change her back damn it!! DA-A-AMN YOU-OU!! You're a monster!! <sobbing> A damn monster!!
Oblivion: She needs to expand her knowledge!![/color]
Mother: SHE IS SIX.... FUCKING.... YEARS OLD!!! What knowledge does she have?!
Oblivion: Her vast knowledge, of the Darkness, is tremendous!! She has the potential to great things. But, she must be trained and now!![/color]
Mother: That's it. You're a complete lunatic!! Don't know which mental institution you came from, but you need to be locked up and the key thrown very... very....VERY FAR AWAY!! You're not crazy, you're a nut job that needs to stay away from me and my fami...
~._-*Oblivion snaps IT's fingers and instantly the mother is snoring. Oblivion proceeds to talk to Chrissy.*-_.~
Oblivion: Do you want to help Oblivion?[/color]
Chrissy(voice slightly robotic): Oblivion is God!! But, I must stay here and protect my mother. She means well, but she doesn't understand me. I know I am only six years old, but I am starting to see things, that she doesn't understand. I understand you. People see you as an imposter. But, my friends hear stories about you. They are not afraid of the Boogeyman. They are told that if they don't listen to their parents, Oblivion will come into their house and take them away, as they're sleeping. So, yes. Oblivion you are God!! But, I must remain here with my mother.
Oblivion: That is a shame, young lady.[/color]
Chrissy: You're not gonna kill me and have your children eat me, are you?[/color]
~._-*The first time, the very first time Oblivion was caught off guard. The question.... The question.*-_.~
Oblivion: No, Chrissy, Oblivion will NOT kill you or your mother. The offer is for only one time, you DO understand, right?![/color]
Chrissy: I'm six, not stupid!! Sheesh! I do understand.[/color]
Oblivion: Good, then you will understand why Oblivion has to do this...[/color]
~._-*Chrissy looks up with a completely peaceful presence, before Oblivion basically does what IT did to her mother. Chrissy will be temporary unconscious. Oblivion tugs on the six foot steel chain, that is attached to a small medium height man, who is wearing just a loin cloth and holding a camera. Oblivion just grabs the camera and stares IT's steely blue eyes into the camera....*-_.~
Oblivion: Just hours away, Aaron Miles. Clock's a tickin'!! Go ahead and present to everyone a false bravado, of yourself. The nonsense you spewed all over the place, wasted a few minutes, of IT's life. You claim, that Oblivion is basically this non scary nutcase. You are about as original as toilet paper. You could put pretty prints all over it, but there is still shit all over it!! Oblivion has heard that over and over again!! Oblivion is still here!! Oblivion is a monster!! IT doesn't say it, just have it said. IT'S A GOD DAMN FACT!! And who is "we" that you claim that laughs in hilarity at Oblivion?! Everybody?! You claim we laugh at you. Then who is we?! If you say everybody one more time, so help IT Oblivion, IT will come unglued!! If that statement was true, then Oblivion would be told face to face. Not behind IT's back, like you claim. Oblivion has been here, in WCF, for some time now, busting IT's ass, bleeding and ripping open mindless Meatsacks!!
Those, who were laughing are now regretting that decision. Bet that!! Just like you, come Helloween, your body will be put through a cheese grater!! YOU WILL NOT TAKE IT'S HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Your candy-ass personality will tarnish the prestige this Hardcore Championship has attained. Three times, this body has worn that championship!! Oblivion IS the Hardcore division..... not some dumb shit, like yourself. Laugh you must, if it keeps the pain away. But, by the time that our match is over, your laughing will turn into crying, once Oblivion partakes in the ritual of torture!! You think, that after your dumb ass...DUMB ASS comments, that we will just have a greco-roman wrestling match?! Then, you are pretty much number than a bucket of snails.
Several things, will happen in our match. You will bleed!! Bleed profusely!! You will ache!! Oblivion is gonna twist you into a pretzel!! You will bleed buckets, of blood!! This is Oblivion's world. IT is allowing you to live in it, before IT kills you!! So, laugh if you must, by the pay per view, this will no longer be a laughing matter. If you take a look, it is you who is the dumb ass. You are in complete denial. You know what Oblivion is capable of, but still you mock Oblivion! WHO'S THE DUMB SHIT NOW?!?! You only hear the bullshit about Oblivion. But, IT is real sure, you have been warned. Many times. You know the brutal capabilities, that Oblivion possesses. You might see Oblivion in a certain way, but come Helloween, you will not have a choice, but to eat those words. Because, Oblivion is gonna SHUT.... YOU.... UP!!!
Now, pertaining what you commented about Oblivion's life, just IT's own figment of IT's imagination. Ask around!! But, before you come at Oblivion and say...."No one likes you!! We laugh at you, behind your back, where you cannot see us!!" IT says BULLSHIT!! People will talk shit!! But, they know they will have no choice but get their asses handed to them, by Oblivion!! Win or lose, everyone knows that they got their asses kicked by Oblivion!! So, shut the Hell up already!! You say two dozens lines and Oblivion already wants to slit IT's own throat!!! You're about as pleasant as Fran Drescher laughing, gargling on a box of razors. So, yes, this ends Monday!! Oblivion will do what IT needs to do and that is prove to the WCF, that Aaron Miles is not a future Hardcore champion, but you will be a future victim of Oblivion!!
Get the laughter out of your system. Oblivion will show you how serious, about the Hardcore Championship, IT really is!! You've fucked with the wrong Monster. No one, here will be able to contain this Beast!! No one will be willing to protect you. You claim to have friends. If that's the case, once IT lays you to waste. Line up your friends and Oblivion will retain IT's Hardcore Championship.... OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!! There is no stopping Oblivion!! You can try and you will end up in defeat!! Are you man enough, to back up your idiotic statements?! Are you?! Are you willing to go into the depths of Hell with Oblivion. You claim, that Oblivion is just a man. Oblivion, will prove to you, at Helloween, that Oblivion is not a man.... IT IS A DELUSIONAL MASS OF HUMANITY WITH VIOLENT TENDENCIES!! Oblivion has the capabilities to hurt anyone!! You will be the next on IT's list of conquests!! Now, you just pissed off The God of Insanity!! This nutcase is about to kick your ass!! What are you gonna do to stop Oblivion?! YOU'RE NOT!!! Aaron Miles is an idiot.... At Helloween, welcome to your nightmare!!![/color]
~._-*With extreme anticipation, The Gathering and The Vixens come running up and scream out.....*-_.~
~._-*One by one, The Gathering and The Vixens reveals black t-shirts. Some say AARON MILES IS A DICK!! The other black shirts, with white print says.... AARON MILES 05/18/1987-10/31/2011. They do eventually scatter up to the camera and say...*-_.~
The Gathering: YOU CAN..... CHOKE..... ON..... THAT!!![/color]
The Vixens: BIITCHEE-ESS-S-SS!![/color]
~._-*Oblivion snatches up the camera and says...*-_.~
Oblivion: It's a nice thing, watching you have the ability to count. Nice. But, come after Helloween, it will be nice watching you try having the ability to walk and breathe. Keep talking your shit, Aaron. Karma is a bitch!! The championship stays with Oblivion!![/color]
~._-*The scene ends with Oblivion staring into the camera, before the static follows.....*-_.~
Dude #1: Dude!! What the Hell are we doing, man?! This is crazy, man?! How baked are we?!<snickers>[/color]
Dude #1: I know, right!! <snicker> We're totally baked, man?![/color]
~._-*The pitch, of the man's voice, rises as he talks.*-_.~
Dude #2: This is crazy shit!![/color]
~._-*Slowly, they take off the white sheet and reveal an old man lying on the gurney. A body that had been decomposing for two years. The body's midsection has been split open and the body is covered in a green mold and the remnants of embalming fluids. Most of the blueish/green flesh, on the dead body, has fallen off. The coffin burial was great to the body. Not really, but the body is somewhat recognizable. The two college students continue to snicker, to the point of weed-laced laughter. They have combined their knowledge between their two majors....necropology and animatronics. They're making the dead walk...... A ROBOT ZOMBIE!!!
They prop up the body of Walter Cronkite. Mr.Cronkite was a journalist 43 years, till his retirement in 1981. If anything that historically happened, in those years, Walter Cronkite was there. He was legendary. The body slightly moves, as the two students, who are now off camera, begin to control the dead body of Walter Cronkite. They workout the speaking modifications, on the face. Now, the voice simulation. Everything in check.....*-_.~
Walter Cronkite: Good evening. The continuation of Trick or Treat will be up shortly. But, now Oblivion.... man or truly a monster? Oblivion bursted onto the scene in Wrestling Championship Federation late fall of 2009. Not as Oblivion, but as Ace Slaughter. Slaughter was returning to wrestling after 4 years, due to.... we can call "personal problems". After a slow start Slaughter got his feet wet and continued. despite medical professional request that Stephan Johnson, the person portraying Ace Slaughter to take his daily medication. He refused and slowly going into a psychotic episode. That particular episode has lasted over a year. Johnson is just a memory and Ace Slaughter is non-existant.
Oblivion has developed into a snarling maniacal monster. IT, as Oblivion likes to be referred to as, has ended up capturing every championship in WCF, as Slaughter, then Oblivion. The body was the same, but the mind had changed. Oblivion had IT's shares of ups and downs. Now, coming up to an Pay Per View event.... HELLOWEEN!! Oblivion will defend IT's WCF Hardcore Championship against a man named Aaron Miles, in a hardcore match-up. To understand the atomsphere between the two, I must now show you the last brief moments of what had happened with Oblivion, before we can continue with.... TRICK OR TREAT....[/color]
~._-The two college students begin to control the animatronics of the dead body of Walter Cronkite. The dead journalist proceeds to slide in a DVD into the DVD/VHS player....*-_.~
The small group of adults go off, in search of the missing child, Chrissy. The mother's heart is in her throat, as she panics, while searching. A parent's worst nightmare has come true.... A MISSING CHILD. The epidemic continues. Some children, along with some teens runs past, laughing and having fun. Their Halloween night continues. The creepy spirit of Halloween rolls on, while most of the people call it for a night. The small group of concerned parents continue their search. Let's hope this case, doesn't end like the rest of the recent news of missing children. Pray. Pray!
Mother(sighs): CHRISSY!!
Woman #3: CHRISSY!!
Man:CHRISSY!!!
Off, in the distance, the group hears a small noise. The most joyous noise, in the evening. For a parent, the best noise.....
Chrissy: mommy.
Mother: Oh my God!
Woman #3: What?!
Mother: Did you guys hear that?!
Man: Hear what?
They continue walking, searching for what the mother THOUGHT she heard.
Man: What are we looking for now?
Chrissy: mommy.
Mother: There's it again! CHRISSY!!
Woman #3: I heard it, that time!!
Man: So, did I!!
Mother(sighs): CHRISSY!!
Woman #3: CHRISSY!!
Man:CHRISSY!!!
The further they continue walking, the louder the voice, of the little girl, gets.
Mother(sighs): CHRISSY!!
Chrissy: Mommy!!
Man: She is down here!!
Mother(sighs): CHRISSY!!
Chrissy: Mommy!!
Woman #3: I think I can see her!
The group decides to bolt off, running towards where they think they can see Chrissy. Within a few minutes they reach where Chrissy is at, in her pink and fuzzy parka, hanging from a tree, crying hysterically.....
Mother(sighs): CHRISSY!! My baby!!
The small group have found Chrissy. The Man says his goodbyes, then checks to see if Chrissy is okay, then walks away. The third woman does the same, before leaving. The mother looks at her precious child, examining her from head to feet....
Mother(sighs): Are you okay?
Chrissy: Mommy, I was so-o-o scared. They had r-r-red eyes and th-they ha-had sharp teef. They looked like monsters!!
Mother: Who are..... THEY, sweetie?
The mother pulls down the white fuzzy trimmed hood, of the parka coat and looked at the face of Chrissy. The child's face is white, with dark circles under her eyes. The child's eyes have a milky film across them. The iris, of the child's eyes are no longer blue, they are now a golden color and the pupil is now a sliver of blackness.
Mother: Chrissy?!
The small child begin to nod out.
Mother: Chrissy?! Chrissy?! Who are THEY, honey?!
Chrissy just points. Points behind her mother, with a blank look in her face....
Chrissy: THEM!!
The mother's face turns pale white, as she slowly turns around. With a look of fear, across the mother's face, she looks up and sees The Monster Oblivion, IT's Pet with camera and the rest of IT's children.
Oblivion: We need to talk about your daughter's future....
Oblivion large meaty black gloved hand covers the camera's lens.....
~._-*The body of Walter Cronkite stops the DVD. The college students positions the body to speak...*-_.~
Walter Cronkite: Now, the continuation of Trick or Treat. but, as a decorated and responsible journalist, I must warn you the following may have some visuals, that might be offensive for some. Parental guidance will be advised. A safer bet, send the young one into another room. Now... the continuation of Trick or Treat.[/color]
~._-*The body of Walter Cronkite begins to malfunction, as the rest of the few pieces of flesh, left on the body, has completely fallen off. The robotics begin to falter and spark. then in one enormous and loud boom, the robot sets itself on fire. the burning dead flesh and bones begin to panic to move around. The two students panic, at the same time, laughing their damn stoned asses off, as they continue to watch a corpse on fire, stumbling around.
One of the students, come running in with a fire extinguisher, putting out the blazing robot/corpse. With the pause button still on, the one student who put out the blaze now pushes play.....*-_.~
Mother: What about my daughter?!
Oblivion: Your daughter has THE gift![/color]
Mother: What gift?! She... is.... only six years old!!
~._-*Chrissy stands next to her mother, with a pale non-existent, non-emotional expression across across her face. The mother pulls down the fuzzy trimmed parka hood and looks at her blank faced daughter. Chrissy is not responsive. Oblivion slowly approaches Chrissy, as the mother slowly stepped aside....*-_.~
Oblivion: Chrissy!! Look at Oblivion. Look at Oblivion, Chrissy!![/color]
~._-*The little girl's pale face slowly turn into IT's direction. Her dead eyes, stare at Oblivion.
Oblivion: Chrissy, who is God?![/color]
~._-*Chrissy's head starts to rumble and slowly shake. Chrissy's shaking face shows two images.... HER CURRENT FACIAL EXPRESSIONS AND HER NORMAL FACIAL EXPRESSION. Chrissy's normal face screams out...*-_.~
Chrissy: MOMMY?! MOO-OMM-M-MY-Y-Y-Y!!! HELP ME-E-E!!! MOMMY!!![/color]
~._-*The face quickly changes back to her current facial expression.*-_.~
Chrissy: FUCK THAT!!! LONG LIVE OBLIVION!![/color]
Mother: OH.... MY GOD, CHRISSY!!! What the Hell?!? What have you done to my daughter!?!
Oblivion: Oblivion hasn't done anything. Remember, it was YOUR inept parenting ability, that caused your daughter to be snatched away. You found her, congradufuckinlations!! You're not a complete moron!! She is in good hands now!![/color]
Mother(crying hysterically): Change her back!! Change her back damn it!! DA-A-AMN YOU-OU!! You're a monster!! <sobbing> A damn monster!!
Oblivion: She needs to expand her knowledge!![/color]
Mother: SHE IS SIX.... FUCKING.... YEARS OLD!!! What knowledge does she have?!
Oblivion: Her vast knowledge, of the Darkness, is tremendous!! She has the potential to great things. But, she must be trained and now!![/color]
Mother: That's it. You're a complete lunatic!! Don't know which mental institution you came from, but you need to be locked up and the key thrown very... very....VERY FAR AWAY!! You're not crazy, you're a nut job that needs to stay away from me and my fami...
~._-*Oblivion snaps IT's fingers and instantly the mother is snoring. Oblivion proceeds to talk to Chrissy.*-_.~
Oblivion: Do you want to help Oblivion?[/color]
Chrissy(voice slightly robotic): Oblivion is God!! But, I must stay here and protect my mother. She means well, but she doesn't understand me. I know I am only six years old, but I am starting to see things, that she doesn't understand. I understand you. People see you as an imposter. But, my friends hear stories about you. They are not afraid of the Boogeyman. They are told that if they don't listen to their parents, Oblivion will come into their house and take them away, as they're sleeping. So, yes. Oblivion you are God!! But, I must remain here with my mother.
Oblivion: That is a shame, young lady.[/color]
Chrissy: You're not gonna kill me and have your children eat me, are you?[/color]
~._-*The first time, the very first time Oblivion was caught off guard. The question.... The question.*-_.~
Oblivion: No, Chrissy, Oblivion will NOT kill you or your mother. The offer is for only one time, you DO understand, right?![/color]
Chrissy: I'm six, not stupid!! Sheesh! I do understand.[/color]
Oblivion: Good, then you will understand why Oblivion has to do this...[/color]
~._-*Chrissy looks up with a completely peaceful presence, before Oblivion basically does what IT did to her mother. Chrissy will be temporary unconscious. Oblivion tugs on the six foot steel chain, that is attached to a small medium height man, who is wearing just a loin cloth and holding a camera. Oblivion just grabs the camera and stares IT's steely blue eyes into the camera....*-_.~
Oblivion: Just hours away, Aaron Miles. Clock's a tickin'!! Go ahead and present to everyone a false bravado, of yourself. The nonsense you spewed all over the place, wasted a few minutes, of IT's life. You claim, that Oblivion is basically this non scary nutcase. You are about as original as toilet paper. You could put pretty prints all over it, but there is still shit all over it!! Oblivion has heard that over and over again!! Oblivion is still here!! Oblivion is a monster!! IT doesn't say it, just have it said. IT'S A GOD DAMN FACT!! And who is "we" that you claim that laughs in hilarity at Oblivion?! Everybody?! You claim we laugh at you. Then who is we?! If you say everybody one more time, so help IT Oblivion, IT will come unglued!! If that statement was true, then Oblivion would be told face to face. Not behind IT's back, like you claim. Oblivion has been here, in WCF, for some time now, busting IT's ass, bleeding and ripping open mindless Meatsacks!!
Those, who were laughing are now regretting that decision. Bet that!! Just like you, come Helloween, your body will be put through a cheese grater!! YOU WILL NOT TAKE IT'S HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Your candy-ass personality will tarnish the prestige this Hardcore Championship has attained. Three times, this body has worn that championship!! Oblivion IS the Hardcore division..... not some dumb shit, like yourself. Laugh you must, if it keeps the pain away. But, by the time that our match is over, your laughing will turn into crying, once Oblivion partakes in the ritual of torture!! You think, that after your dumb ass...DUMB ASS comments, that we will just have a greco-roman wrestling match?! Then, you are pretty much number than a bucket of snails.
Several things, will happen in our match. You will bleed!! Bleed profusely!! You will ache!! Oblivion is gonna twist you into a pretzel!! You will bleed buckets, of blood!! This is Oblivion's world. IT is allowing you to live in it, before IT kills you!! So, laugh if you must, by the pay per view, this will no longer be a laughing matter. If you take a look, it is you who is the dumb ass. You are in complete denial. You know what Oblivion is capable of, but still you mock Oblivion! WHO'S THE DUMB SHIT NOW?!?! You only hear the bullshit about Oblivion. But, IT is real sure, you have been warned. Many times. You know the brutal capabilities, that Oblivion possesses. You might see Oblivion in a certain way, but come Helloween, you will not have a choice, but to eat those words. Because, Oblivion is gonna SHUT.... YOU.... UP!!!
Now, pertaining what you commented about Oblivion's life, just IT's own figment of IT's imagination. Ask around!! But, before you come at Oblivion and say...."No one likes you!! We laugh at you, behind your back, where you cannot see us!!" IT says BULLSHIT!! People will talk shit!! But, they know they will have no choice but get their asses handed to them, by Oblivion!! Win or lose, everyone knows that they got their asses kicked by Oblivion!! So, shut the Hell up already!! You say two dozens lines and Oblivion already wants to slit IT's own throat!!! You're about as pleasant as Fran Drescher laughing, gargling on a box of razors. So, yes, this ends Monday!! Oblivion will do what IT needs to do and that is prove to the WCF, that Aaron Miles is not a future Hardcore champion, but you will be a future victim of Oblivion!!
Get the laughter out of your system. Oblivion will show you how serious, about the Hardcore Championship, IT really is!! You've fucked with the wrong Monster. No one, here will be able to contain this Beast!! No one will be willing to protect you. You claim to have friends. If that's the case, once IT lays you to waste. Line up your friends and Oblivion will retain IT's Hardcore Championship.... OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!! There is no stopping Oblivion!! You can try and you will end up in defeat!! Are you man enough, to back up your idiotic statements?! Are you?! Are you willing to go into the depths of Hell with Oblivion. You claim, that Oblivion is just a man. Oblivion, will prove to you, at Helloween, that Oblivion is not a man.... IT IS A DELUSIONAL MASS OF HUMANITY WITH VIOLENT TENDENCIES!! Oblivion has the capabilities to hurt anyone!! You will be the next on IT's list of conquests!! Now, you just pissed off The God of Insanity!! This nutcase is about to kick your ass!! What are you gonna do to stop Oblivion?! YOU'RE NOT!!! Aaron Miles is an idiot.... At Helloween, welcome to your nightmare!!![/color]
~._-*With extreme anticipation, The Gathering and The Vixens come running up and scream out.....*-_.~
nothing....
~._-*One by one, The Gathering and The Vixens reveals black t-shirts. Some say AARON MILES IS A DICK!! The other black shirts, with white print says.... AARON MILES 05/18/1987-10/31/2011. They do eventually scatter up to the camera and say...*-_.~
The Gathering: YOU CAN..... CHOKE..... ON..... THAT!!![/color]
The Vixens: BIITCHEE-ESS-S-SS!![/color]
~._-*Oblivion snatches up the camera and says...*-_.~
Oblivion: It's a nice thing, watching you have the ability to count. Nice. But, come after Helloween, it will be nice watching you try having the ability to walk and breathe. Keep talking your shit, Aaron. Karma is a bitch!! The championship stays with Oblivion!![/color]
~._-*The scene ends with Oblivion staring into the camera, before the static follows.....*-_.~
