An Ominous Return
"And the Book of Omen directs us to the Shrine of Shadow where upon we will find the Door to Twilight. Once there we will bathe in his courage!!!"
I look upon this WAVE audience and see half of the seats are empty. I am not reaching them.
"WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME!!!!!!!!!!"
I see an old Omen Maniac. He is wearing a Omeniac shirt from ten years ago. He is speaking to a youngster.
"Sorry John I did not think it would be like this."
"You said this Omeniac was really cool."
"I know I did John.... And he was. Oh you should of seen him when he fought Ransom Fortune. He picked him up over his head and threw him into the first row. It was crazy."
"Wow Ransom Fortune? what happened to him."
"I dunno John. He started some kinda church or something. Remember when aunt Linda became a Jehovah's Witness?"
"yeah....."
"Something like that. Actually I'm not even sure its the same guy. He has his hair grown out and in a ponytail. My Omeniac would never wear a suit."
Hearing that breaks my chest. I stand in the aisle for what feels like days. I am losing my followers and my self respect. According to my sources Typhoon TV's ratings go down every time I do a sermon. Why did Johansen agree to this. My mind is swimming in confusion and the tide continues to rise.
I do not even notice two young men dressed like poultry running past me.
"Hailing from Satan's coop the Psycho Chickens!!!!!!"
They are starting the next bout. I should return to the locker room. I have paper work to fill out..... Is it any wonder he has abandoned me? Now two youngsters dressed like fish have attacked the two chickens.
"Hailing from Angry Waters The Murder Fish!!!!!!"
I watch as these undersized weaklings fight with all of their heart and being. They truly thirst for the battle. I was once like them. I had far greater power but I had the same fighting spirit.
As I walk to the back the arena lights go out. A green spotlight hits the ring and an organ starts playing. It is Doomsmith the WAVE champion. He brushes past me like I am nothing. Why is he attacking these youngsters? They are no threat to him.
The Fish since his immediate threat and attack. They display spirit greater than most. But spirit will not slay this monster. he headbutts the fish shattering his face in the process. The Fish's orange and blue mask is not crimson with life force.
The fish's partner attempts to save him. His feeble punches doing no damage to the one who slayed Ransom Fortune. This Doomsmith knocks the second Fish out with a single punch.
I should help. But I am here to preach not participate.
"OMENIAC!!!!!!!!"
"You you have returned?"
"OMENIAC HERE ME NOW!!!!! YOUR MISSION IS CLEAR IF YOU WILL ONLY SEE!!!!!!!"
"yes I see."
I am convulsing with his presence. His power... HIS WORD!!!!!!!!
The Doomsmith has one of these chickens by the throat. He has his leather glad fist pulled back. But before he can throw a punch I capture his hand.
The Green and Black Titan turns around. his eyes looking at the Omeniac with seeming amusement.
"Hmmmm......."
"HERE THIS DOOMSMITH YOU WILL SLAY NO MORE WEAKLINGS FOR YOUR BATTLE IS WITH THE OMENIAC!!!!!!!"
I tear my coat and dress shirt off. Revealing the mark of the Omeniac. My fist pump and i beat upon my chest. The Doomsmith tries to strike me with his fist but I block it and hit him with the power of a billion voids. I hit him again and again.
I run off the ropes building momentum until I unleash a clothesline worthy of the one who I serve. The Doomsmith does not fall. Again I unleash upon him and he staggers back but never falls. I prepare for one last strike when his hand grasp my throat. The air leaves my lungs. I prepare to embrace unconsciousness.
"OMENIAC!!!!!!!!"
"yes??"
"OMENIAC YOU WILL NOT FALL!!!!!!"
My arm gains life. I wrap my hand around the Doomsmith's thick neck.
"OMENIAC YOU WILL DESTROY THIS BLASPHEMER!!!!!!"
My other arm gains life and I wrap my other hand around the nexk of Doomsmith. I feel Doomsmith's essence fading. When he headbutts me with his cast iron mask. I fall to the ground. I look upon my hand and it is covered in life force. I require oblivion.
"OMENIAC!!!!!!! OMENIAC!!!!!! YOU WILL NOT FALL AS THE BLASPHEMER BREATHES!!!!!!!"
I rise to my feet and tackle the Doomsmith. We are a hurricane of fist and fury. Soon we are attacked by security. Who are these ants who seek to stop my righteous cause? I attack them as if they are Doomsmith. As I throw the last security interloper over the top rope, I see Doomsmith is gone.
I snatch a microphone from the overstuffed ring announcer.
"Pant, Pant, Pant.... Know this Doomsmith. You may have escaped the wrath of the Omeniac for now. I will slay you once and for all. IT IS WRITTEN!!!!!!!!!!"
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Day of the Omeniac 6: Collective Confusion
Collective Confusion
I was afraid this day would come. The kid had a rematch clause in his contract. So I have to defend the DEATHcore championship against him. It's Sergent Sargent vs the Overdog. I betrayed him in Caged Hate and took his first real Professional Wrestling Championship.
The kid has had me on the ropes most of the match. Using moves I have never
seen from him before. He hit me with a corkscrew moonsault and got a four count.
Later I started making a comeback by hitting him with my Kaiser helmet. I jumped off the top rope and he press slammed me into a bed of nails. Losing too much blood. I hit him with the butt of my service revolver and his head came off........ I look down and his skull looks like a......a..... Necronoid?
I look around and I'm back at the rendering plant in NAM. I see someone in a cloak digging a hole. He's taking out the championships I buried.
"Do not look so surprised Sergent. Did you think my defeat was final?"
Professor Necro? He was the bad guy on my old cartoon.
"You're not real."
"Is that so Sergent? I'm standing and talking to you. I'm holding these cheap gaudy belts you discarded without a thought. As quickly as you discarded that idiot child."
Real or not I'm going to shut this clown up. I pick up my laser bayonet and cut him in two. I look down at the robe and nothing is there. I get punched in the back of the head and fly thru a wall.
It's the kid, His face is rotting away.
"I told you Sergent. Professor Necro can never be defeated. You will
give me what is mine."
Necro/Overdog's rotting hand goes thru my chest and rips out my heart. But he's
not holding my heart. It's a shard of Oblivorex.
"There wasn't that delightful, and don't you feel better too?"
"JESUS!!!!!!!!"
Fuck I fell I asleep in the CCW locker room. I'm covered in blood. Now I remember I lost a shard of glass death match against the Combat Collective Champion Cell Blok.
This has been the pattern since I got here in December. I made my debut by attack the Combat Collective World Champion Jason Dixon and the Gorkilla during their title match.
A Three Way fight was scheduled for the Origin of Violence show it would be me
(Sergent Sargent) vs Gorkilla vs Jason Dixon.
My DEATHcore title and Dixon's CCW title would be on the line. Then Dixon no showed a title defense against me in Knoxville Tennessee. This seemed out of character to the guys who knew Dixon. Even Dixon's flunkies Power Keg and Stormer Barnes had no idea what happened to him.
So I defended my belt against Exit Wound all over the circuit for a week.
I go to watch WAVE's Typhoon TV and see Dixon ambush $extillion $inclair. $inclair is bleeding all over his pink and gold wrestling gear. Dixion picks up the mic and starts screaming about being a true Dynasty and not representing a promotion on its last legs. Only thing missing was him dumping the CCW title in the trash.
Next day I get to the Nashville Fairgrounds wondering how this will affect me.
Getting a cheap thrill out of the misery this is causing for Clayton
Wyles. The little creep burst into the locker room covered in cuts and bruises.
"God Damn Wyles what the blue fuck happened to you?"
"I got the CCW World Belt from Jason Dixon. I treat that ingrate like my son and nurture his talent and he abandons me. Just because his paychecks were a little late."
"How late Wyles?"
"Just a week or two or....."
I was smart to make him pay me upfront.
"Wyles what are you going to do about the title. You need to schedule a
tournament."
"That takes too long. We need a champion for Origin. I was thinking I
could award the belt to you tonight."
"Look you little shit. I don't do things like that. I'm not gonna be
labeled a paper champion because you can't wait for a tournament."
"Okay okay we have a battle royal tonight. you'll be the number one seed."
"Not entering a battle royal for a World title. Battle Royal's are brutal and difficult to win, but they can be manipulated. I seem to remember you winning a Battle Royal at Wrestle Reign 5. It got down to you and your team the Up Stars. They eliminated themselves so you could win."
"I have to do the battle royal. I can't wait."
"I'm not entering it. I'll kick the shit out of whoever wins."
They had the battle royal that night. Cell Blok eliminated Gorkilla and
TerroRantula to win the Combat Collective World title.
It was now me vs Gorkilla vs Cell Blok at Origin of Violence. That is until a week later.
"Nononononono. Why???"
"What are you blubbering about now Wyles? Government found out you were on
the free lunch program?"
"No I still got that. Gorkilla signed with W*RE. He debuted last night as a
mystery partner of Alex Thomas and Bingwen to fight the Tribe Called Fist."
"How the hell did you lose track of one of your main eventers?"
"Well things came up."
"Same thing that kept you from paying your World Champion on time?"
So Origin of Violence main event changed again. This time its just me
vs Cell Blok.
He defended the CCW World title against me. No excuses I underestimated Cell Blok and he cleaned my clock. I got chokeslammed thru a burning table.
We had a rematch at the "Cries of March" show. This time I was prepared. Every night we wrestled I learned another weakness. The big one being the guy just can't wrestle. Oh don't get me wrong, the big fucker can fight. He can take punishment, but put him on the mat in basic wrestling holds and he's lost.
The second the bell rang I took him to the mat and kept him there. I worked his
arm and neck over most of the match. He would fight his way up only for me to drop him again. Most men either lack the size or skill to do this to Cell Blok. But I'm not most men. The fans were getting pissy around the nineteen minute mark.
"Boring"
"Chant all you want, ain't changin anything!!!!"
I knew this would not finish off Cell Blok. Eventually he was going to get back to his feet. He was also going to be frustrated and swinging wild. He powered out of the Sargelock and hit me with his finisher "The Shank". He could of pinned me and won the DEATHcore title.
Instead this psycho took out a piece of glass and cut me up. He wants to repeat what he did at Origin of Violence. I was counting on this. As he sets up the table, I take the Bayonet out of my pocket. Cell Blok grabs me by the throat and I put it right between his eyes.
"Arrrghhhhhhhhhh!!!"
I powerbomb him thru the fucking table and pin him for three.
"24 minutes, nineteen seconds, the winner and still DEATHcore Champion Seeeeerrrrrrrrgant Sarrrrrrgsaaant!!!!!!!"
"Sarge!!!! Sarge!!!! Sarge!!!!"
Now the idiots like me again.
I was afraid this day would come. The kid had a rematch clause in his contract. So I have to defend the DEATHcore championship against him. It's Sergent Sargent vs the Overdog. I betrayed him in Caged Hate and took his first real Professional Wrestling Championship.
The kid has had me on the ropes most of the match. Using moves I have never
seen from him before. He hit me with a corkscrew moonsault and got a four count.
Later I started making a comeback by hitting him with my Kaiser helmet. I jumped off the top rope and he press slammed me into a bed of nails. Losing too much blood. I hit him with the butt of my service revolver and his head came off........ I look down and his skull looks like a......a..... Necronoid?
I look around and I'm back at the rendering plant in NAM. I see someone in a cloak digging a hole. He's taking out the championships I buried.
"Do not look so surprised Sergent. Did you think my defeat was final?"
Professor Necro? He was the bad guy on my old cartoon.
"You're not real."
"Is that so Sergent? I'm standing and talking to you. I'm holding these cheap gaudy belts you discarded without a thought. As quickly as you discarded that idiot child."
Real or not I'm going to shut this clown up. I pick up my laser bayonet and cut him in two. I look down at the robe and nothing is there. I get punched in the back of the head and fly thru a wall.
It's the kid, His face is rotting away.
"I told you Sergent. Professor Necro can never be defeated. You will
give me what is mine."
Necro/Overdog's rotting hand goes thru my chest and rips out my heart. But he's
not holding my heart. It's a shard of Oblivorex.
"There wasn't that delightful, and don't you feel better too?"
"JESUS!!!!!!!!"
Fuck I fell I asleep in the CCW locker room. I'm covered in blood. Now I remember I lost a shard of glass death match against the Combat Collective Champion Cell Blok.
This has been the pattern since I got here in December. I made my debut by attack the Combat Collective World Champion Jason Dixon and the Gorkilla during their title match.
A Three Way fight was scheduled for the Origin of Violence show it would be me
(Sergent Sargent) vs Gorkilla vs Jason Dixon.
My DEATHcore title and Dixon's CCW title would be on the line. Then Dixon no showed a title defense against me in Knoxville Tennessee. This seemed out of character to the guys who knew Dixon. Even Dixon's flunkies Power Keg and Stormer Barnes had no idea what happened to him.
So I defended my belt against Exit Wound all over the circuit for a week.
I go to watch WAVE's Typhoon TV and see Dixon ambush $extillion $inclair. $inclair is bleeding all over his pink and gold wrestling gear. Dixion picks up the mic and starts screaming about being a true Dynasty and not representing a promotion on its last legs. Only thing missing was him dumping the CCW title in the trash.
Next day I get to the Nashville Fairgrounds wondering how this will affect me.
Getting a cheap thrill out of the misery this is causing for Clayton
Wyles. The little creep burst into the locker room covered in cuts and bruises.
"God Damn Wyles what the blue fuck happened to you?"
"I got the CCW World Belt from Jason Dixon. I treat that ingrate like my son and nurture his talent and he abandons me. Just because his paychecks were a little late."
"How late Wyles?"
"Just a week or two or....."
I was smart to make him pay me upfront.
"Wyles what are you going to do about the title. You need to schedule a
tournament."
"That takes too long. We need a champion for Origin. I was thinking I
could award the belt to you tonight."
"Look you little shit. I don't do things like that. I'm not gonna be
labeled a paper champion because you can't wait for a tournament."
"Okay okay we have a battle royal tonight. you'll be the number one seed."
"Not entering a battle royal for a World title. Battle Royal's are brutal and difficult to win, but they can be manipulated. I seem to remember you winning a Battle Royal at Wrestle Reign 5. It got down to you and your team the Up Stars. They eliminated themselves so you could win."
"I have to do the battle royal. I can't wait."
"I'm not entering it. I'll kick the shit out of whoever wins."
They had the battle royal that night. Cell Blok eliminated Gorkilla and
TerroRantula to win the Combat Collective World title.
It was now me vs Gorkilla vs Cell Blok at Origin of Violence. That is until a week later.
"Nononononono. Why???"
"What are you blubbering about now Wyles? Government found out you were on
the free lunch program?"
"No I still got that. Gorkilla signed with W*RE. He debuted last night as a
mystery partner of Alex Thomas and Bingwen to fight the Tribe Called Fist."
"How the hell did you lose track of one of your main eventers?"
"Well things came up."
"Same thing that kept you from paying your World Champion on time?"
So Origin of Violence main event changed again. This time its just me
vs Cell Blok.
He defended the CCW World title against me. No excuses I underestimated Cell Blok and he cleaned my clock. I got chokeslammed thru a burning table.
We had a rematch at the "Cries of March" show. This time I was prepared. Every night we wrestled I learned another weakness. The big one being the guy just can't wrestle. Oh don't get me wrong, the big fucker can fight. He can take punishment, but put him on the mat in basic wrestling holds and he's lost.
The second the bell rang I took him to the mat and kept him there. I worked his
arm and neck over most of the match. He would fight his way up only for me to drop him again. Most men either lack the size or skill to do this to Cell Blok. But I'm not most men. The fans were getting pissy around the nineteen minute mark.
"Boring"
"Chant all you want, ain't changin anything!!!!"
I knew this would not finish off Cell Blok. Eventually he was going to get back to his feet. He was also going to be frustrated and swinging wild. He powered out of the Sargelock and hit me with his finisher "The Shank". He could of pinned me and won the DEATHcore title.
Instead this psycho took out a piece of glass and cut me up. He wants to repeat what he did at Origin of Violence. I was counting on this. As he sets up the table, I take the Bayonet out of my pocket. Cell Blok grabs me by the throat and I put it right between his eyes.
"Arrrghhhhhhhhhh!!!"
I powerbomb him thru the fucking table and pin him for three.
"24 minutes, nineteen seconds, the winner and still DEATHcore Champion Seeeeerrrrrrrrgant Sarrrrrrgsaaant!!!!!!!"
"Sarge!!!! Sarge!!!! Sarge!!!!"
Now the idiots like me again.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
THINGS I WATCHED!!!!!
Undertaker vs Justin Hawk Bradshaw Monday Night Raw April 1st 1996
This match is from the night after Wrestlemania XII. They are playing up that Taker is hurt after his match with Diesel, so Bradshaw might be able to win. Bradshaw tears into Taker. Hitting some nice looking power moves. Anytime Taker starts to get asny momentum Bradshaw mows him down. Taker hits the Tombstone on Bradshaw but is attacked by Mankind setting off their feud. They must of had plans for Bradshaw because Taker did not pin him. Really good sub ten minute match.
Great Muta vs Ric Flair December 89
This match is setting up the Round Robin tourney at Starrcade 89. The Great Muta is still undefeated at this point. The announcers get across that Flair is more aggressive because he wants to be the one to finally defeat Muta.
This is Flair wrestling as a good guy so the match is a lot different. Muta keeps control of the match. Forcing flair to the mat and switching up submission holds. I love how quickly Muta flows from one submission into the next. No lag time which is what separates the men from the boys on submission wrestling.
I love how Flair makes comebacks. Not superman comebacks like Hogan and Warrior or even Sting and Lex Luger. He just starts firing off before getting taken down again. He is doing a cracker jack job of selling the knee while getting offense. A really nice balance. I should mention I love the WCW commercial bumpers. They take me to a warm and fuzzy place.
Muta wins another exchange hitting a spin kick. Flair tackles Muta with a running double knee into the corner. I guess the proto Elijah Express. Flair starts working over Muta. Attacking the knee and hitting multiple atomic drops. Before Flair can lock on the figure four Dragonmaster attacks for the DQ. Flair puts him in the figure four on the ringside floor. Muta sprays Flair in the eyes with the mist.
Sting vs Scott Hall Uncensored 98
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This match is from the night after Wrestlemania XII. They are playing up that Taker is hurt after his match with Diesel, so Bradshaw might be able to win. Bradshaw tears into Taker. Hitting some nice looking power moves. Anytime Taker starts to get asny momentum Bradshaw mows him down. Taker hits the Tombstone on Bradshaw but is attacked by Mankind setting off their feud. They must of had plans for Bradshaw because Taker did not pin him. Really good sub ten minute match.
Great Muta vs Ric Flair December 89
This match is setting up the Round Robin tourney at Starrcade 89. The Great Muta is still undefeated at this point. The announcers get across that Flair is more aggressive because he wants to be the one to finally defeat Muta.
This is Flair wrestling as a good guy so the match is a lot different. Muta keeps control of the match. Forcing flair to the mat and switching up submission holds. I love how quickly Muta flows from one submission into the next. No lag time which is what separates the men from the boys on submission wrestling.
I love how Flair makes comebacks. Not superman comebacks like Hogan and Warrior or even Sting and Lex Luger. He just starts firing off before getting taken down again. He is doing a cracker jack job of selling the knee while getting offense. A really nice balance. I should mention I love the WCW commercial bumpers. They take me to a warm and fuzzy place.
Muta wins another exchange hitting a spin kick. Flair tackles Muta with a running double knee into the corner. I guess the proto Elijah Express. Flair starts working over Muta. Attacking the knee and hitting multiple atomic drops. Before Flair can lock on the figure four Dragonmaster attacks for the DQ. Flair puts him in the figure four on the ringside floor. Muta sprays Flair in the eyes with the mist.
Sting vs Scott Hall Uncensored 98
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