Post by Oblivion on Sept 12, 2019 2:07:01 GMT -5
BOW DOWN TO A DEAD KING AND A DISMANTLED TANK
~*As the music of The Who, seems to echo out, with a hint of reverb, flames of candles flicker. In a what WOULD be a dark area, the candlelight shows several standing, nearly six feet tall candle sticks with melted candle wax on the sides of the candlesticks. The candle flames seems to be swaying to the melodic music. Or it could be simply, the stench of air, that is circulating around. The aged, old concrete block wall is stained with algae. The aroma of mildew is overwhelming. Underneath the music, there are sounds coming from the two rusted out pipes. The pipes have a diameter of four inches. Despite the amount of water dripping down, would be described as a trickle, the water still drips down into a rancid puddle. There are hints of chitter-chattering of several large rats. Some grey and some brown. The rats are fighting over what seems to be flesh on a broken solo forearm bone. There are maggots of the arm. That doesn't stop the rats from gnawing and chewing on the arm. Instantly the eyes, of the rats, begin to glow red. The rats eventually scatter. The flames, from the candles seem to flicker violently. The inanimate flames seem to shutter out of fear. Some flames flicker out, as if they fainted. Heavy footsteps are heard. The person of those footsteps, cannot be seen. Low chuckling is heard. The low chuckling goes straight into hysterical laughter.*~
Oblivion: IT was or should The Monster be more accurate, Oblivion has been thinking. Yes, IT can hear the stale jokes now.... "WHAT?! THAT MORON THINKS?! Apparently, The Monster is an excellent dancer too!! Oblivion likes to shoot dead horses too. IT's a monster than doesn't have an original idea, in IT's head. But,the one thing IT got from you, is that you DO bring out emotions out of everyone. You exploit fault, like a sniper, then you go in for the kill. You strike. Your eyes roll back and you attack like a great white. But, there seems to be a problem. The Monster says...
~*Oblivion briefly chuckles.*~
MONSTERS DON'T FEAR THE MAN MADE GODS!!
Oblivion: No one can deny the accomplishments of both Corey Black and FPV.
~*Oblivion sarcastically claps IT's bloodied gloved hands.*~
Oblivion: Man Made Gods is much of a pretentious and presumptuous name for you two. One would say, BECAUSE of your accomplishments, you could call yourselves that. But, when you easily break you two down, you notice several things under the microscope... One, everyone in this business has a brand. Black, you display yours. It's actually quite stunning. Shocking is the better word for it... You display your logo as if it's something to be proud of. THE KING COREY OF ALL BLACK WRESTLERS
Oblivion: Wow!! IT expected more from you Black.
~*The Monster laughs.*~
Oblivion: The laughter is NOT a sign that we, Culture Shock take you two, formidable opponents, as easy prey. No, both Corey Bull and The Monster see you Corey Black and the prototypical shit-speckled muppet fart... FPV aka The Ferocious Pussy Virus as tough adversaries!! This one, the ferocious pussy virus, Mr. Black, penicillin won't cure the gigantic sores on your macadamias. Your head shake of disapproval and eye roll says it all. But,to slightly change the subject. You notice that some time ago, Florida almost had a run-in with Dorian, that only during a hurricane can you purchase a shovel, duct tape and a tarp. IT assumes that means The Monster is ALWAYS "hurricane ready".
~*Oblivion flips off the screen.*~
Oblivion: Fuck you, that was funny!! IT guesses, that if you wanna make an omelette, you HAVE to break a few eggs. The hurricane coverage was extremely excellent. Shit, IT wasn't even slightly nervous for the state. Now, while The Monster was lying on the couch, with IT's eyes closed, "popping off a few", IT was listening to the Weather Channel about the horrible ,snicker> tragic situation in the Bahamas. The more talk about the deaths, the devastation, Oblivion pounded IT's fist on ITself, harder. IT's eyes were rolled back with absolute ecstasy. Phenomenal!! IT thought, that Dorian is NO comparison to what us four are going to do, in the ring, at XIII!! Corey Black, you did mention...
Two big, bad, destructive men in a place that actively encourages the likes of barbed wire, light tubes, thumb tacks and explosions. God, it's unfathomable.
Oblivion: THAT'S DAMN RIGHT!! The idea of a deathmatch sure does get both MONSTERS all kinds of giddy. Sure, you're the Hardcore Champion, at the moment. You instantly developed gigantic elephant grapefruits. Oblivion won the hardcore title, over in WCF, several times. Corey Bull has the taste of hardcore... DON'T YOU BOTH DAAAAARE SAY THAT THE CULTURE SHOCK DON'T KNOW THE ENVIRONMENT OF HARDCORE!! Any moment, you, Corey Black are gonna pull out Francis, from between your ass cheeks and he'll say basically the same damn shit you did. You should rename yourselves, instead of The Man Made Gods, call yourselves The Broken 45's.
~*Oblivion shakes IT's head with disgust.*~
Oblivion: We ALL have a darkside!! Especially Culture Shock!! You, Black, might say you have had a darkside. IT disagrees. You were just a bonafide dick!! But, there's something that is absolutely bugging the shit out of IT...
~*Oblivion walks out from the shadows and proceeds to drop to IT's knees, into a prayer pose. With IT's eyes closed...*~
Oblivion: Culture Shock at XIII, inside the ring, victory shall be ours. Violence shall come, Culture Shock's will be done. In the ring, as well over Suntory Hall. Give Culture Shock this day our feast on flesh and blood and forgive us for not giving two shits to the agony of our opponents. As Culture Shock forgive our opponents for being narrow minded ass hats. And instruct us to not be tempted to take it easy on them. But, deliver us victory in Tokyo.
~*Oblivion picks up IT's head... Eyes glowing white, with blood on IT's hands....*~
Oblivion: Forgive Culture Shock for what they are about to do, Action Wrestling. Your all-knowing messiah and his unfortunate sidekick, Francis Patty Vulnerable are about to eat more than their words. Remember AW, Culture Shock are about to shed THEIR blood... FOR YOU!! Man Made Gods, Culture Shock are about to humble you in front of 2,000 people in The Hall, but millions on the AW Network!! Forgive us Man Made Gods for what we are about to do... TO YOU!!
~*A large gust of wind comes through, extinguishing all the flames. Inside the dark, you can hear Oblivion laughing...*~