Post by silverbaron on Sept 17, 2014 21:06:20 GMT -6
The camera view opens up in a dark space, with only a single light showing Oblivion, close up to the camera, with a sinister smirk in full view.
Oblivion: Well well well. It's been a while, hasn't it? needless to say...I'm baaaaack! I hope you haven't missed me to much, but i suppose there just hasn't been as much blood soaked fun since I've last been in control.
Which is funny. My host's new tag team partner, in Quentin Sharpe, thinks he can go up against me. HA! What a joke. Though I do appreciate it when somebody has the balls to go up against me.
Because of my actions, as you all saw on Mayhem, Quentin decided to take matters into his own hands. Well good for you, if you don't mind me knocking your head right the fuck off in the process!
As cliche as it is, Oblivion begins to chuckle like a madman. After a minute, he ceases ti, and wildly licks his lips.
Oblivion: The sweet thing about that, is if I actually do knock his head off, it will be considered a win, as this is first blood. A match where if it ain't fucken obvious already, blood flowing like champagne waterfalls is a goddamn guarantee.
Of course if he really had any balls, to truly try to overcome me, this would have been a last man standing match. First blood means he can take a cheap way to win, but even still, it's not something I'm to concerned with.
But as for going into full depth of my opponent, Vega's tag team partner who won the tag titles with him...he used to go by the name Protector. A Vegas resident. He knows the chaotic lifestyle, but never partook in it. Hmmm...was this guy scared to much by an incident at a young age that he became a pussy?
Yeah man, I went there. You can claim to be a protector all you want, it doesn't matter. You can't protect everyone. If you could, we wouldn't be having this match, as Vega's willpower wouldn't have been weakened by that new group, Gaynarok.
Along with that, I have a hard time believing you've been 'clean' all your life. Who the fuck truly is? But truth be told, I just don't give a fuck. You're just another idiot who's in my way of what I want to do. No point in wasting anymore thought on you Sharpe, because like everyone else put infront of me, I'l leave you in a fucken bloody mess.
The look in Oblivion's eyes could easily fortell that a great deal of damage was coming. Once again, Oblivion began to chuckle.
Oblivion: So before I end this, I'd like to extend my thanks to those that call themselves Ragnarok. Connor Murphey, Gabriel Crown, Kyle Travis...thank you for being fucken idiots. Thank you, for thinking that going after Baron, you could amount to anything, even attacking his whores. All for what, because he has something you cocksuckers want? Like I said...thank you, you fucken idiots. Because now I'm around, and I'm not going away easily. And when I'm around, everything burns.
Oblivion began to really laugh madly now. It was now in an uncontrollable fit, as the camera began to shake, fall, and disconnect.
Oblivion: Well well well. It's been a while, hasn't it? needless to say...I'm baaaaack! I hope you haven't missed me to much, but i suppose there just hasn't been as much blood soaked fun since I've last been in control.
Which is funny. My host's new tag team partner, in Quentin Sharpe, thinks he can go up against me. HA! What a joke. Though I do appreciate it when somebody has the balls to go up against me.
Because of my actions, as you all saw on Mayhem, Quentin decided to take matters into his own hands. Well good for you, if you don't mind me knocking your head right the fuck off in the process!
As cliche as it is, Oblivion begins to chuckle like a madman. After a minute, he ceases ti, and wildly licks his lips.
Oblivion: The sweet thing about that, is if I actually do knock his head off, it will be considered a win, as this is first blood. A match where if it ain't fucken obvious already, blood flowing like champagne waterfalls is a goddamn guarantee.
Of course if he really had any balls, to truly try to overcome me, this would have been a last man standing match. First blood means he can take a cheap way to win, but even still, it's not something I'm to concerned with.
But as for going into full depth of my opponent, Vega's tag team partner who won the tag titles with him...he used to go by the name Protector. A Vegas resident. He knows the chaotic lifestyle, but never partook in it. Hmmm...was this guy scared to much by an incident at a young age that he became a pussy?
Yeah man, I went there. You can claim to be a protector all you want, it doesn't matter. You can't protect everyone. If you could, we wouldn't be having this match, as Vega's willpower wouldn't have been weakened by that new group, Gaynarok.
Along with that, I have a hard time believing you've been 'clean' all your life. Who the fuck truly is? But truth be told, I just don't give a fuck. You're just another idiot who's in my way of what I want to do. No point in wasting anymore thought on you Sharpe, because like everyone else put infront of me, I'l leave you in a fucken bloody mess.
The look in Oblivion's eyes could easily fortell that a great deal of damage was coming. Once again, Oblivion began to chuckle.
Oblivion: So before I end this, I'd like to extend my thanks to those that call themselves Ragnarok. Connor Murphey, Gabriel Crown, Kyle Travis...thank you for being fucken idiots. Thank you, for thinking that going after Baron, you could amount to anything, even attacking his whores. All for what, because he has something you cocksuckers want? Like I said...thank you, you fucken idiots. Because now I'm around, and I'm not going away easily. And when I'm around, everything burns.
Oblivion began to really laugh madly now. It was now in an uncontrollable fit, as the camera began to shake, fall, and disconnect.
