Post by cureforthesickness on Apr 19, 2007 8:40:01 GMT -5
Forever Unscarred. Some say it’s the perfect description of me. Unscarred though.. It seems to be an easily confusable term these days, tossed around loosely to describe anything. Few know what it really means. Perhaps it’s better that many don’t understand. It’s not just a phrase to be thrown around loosely. It’s a lifestyle. It’s my lifestyle.
Through all the battles I have gone through, through all the wars. The light bulbs, thumbtacks, barbed wire, glass, all of that. Gallons of blood and countless scars, I still remain unscarred. Unscarred is not about the pink tissue that forms over skin following a wound. It’s a lifestyle. It’s a description of my human. Unscarred is about the will to succeed and persevere through even the most complicated and complex situations. Unscarred is about not letting the small things chip away at you, instead focusing your energy on the massive blows that come your way. Unscarred is about never saying die, because you’re unable to die.
On this final day before the apocalypse that follows, I ponder why exactly I am here. Personal self destruction for a worthless piece of metal. I wonder what brought me here. Why I am labeled with such stigmas that bring me into these situations. I wonder how my evolution has brought me to this point, a brink of self annihilation. How those around me have pushed me into this scenario of obliteration. I ask myself why I do it. The last forty eight hours have been an absolute hell for me. Issue after issue has come up, and everything falls back to this match. What if something happens to me? What happens if I bleed to death? Where does my child, my pride and joy, go? Death is not an issue with me. I ask though, how will these scars effect me? Physical scars be naught, the emotional scars that will come from this epic battle will be far greater.
It’s been months since I even touched this diary. I had almost forgot that I even started it. I guess that’s why I leave such a lengthy entry today, but for that lengthy entry comes a reason. The reason is the reason why I originally started it in the first place, to document my self destruction. So generations from now, when Samantha has kids and possibly grand kids, she can show them exactly what I was, and exactly what I was made of. To show them what kind of a man I was. So my future can learn from the mistakes I made in life. My sweet self destruction. I almost wish I could rewrite the way everything has come on. This is not how I want to end it all, but it seems it’s out of my hands now, and faith in an imaginary being is all that can save me.
Faith, what exactly has faith ever done for me? This so called God cannot exist, for if he did, I would have been destroyed long ago. I’ve never been a reader of the Bible, but in recent weeks, I’ve read much more of it. Some call it fear. Fear of the future, fear of what can happen to me at the hands of this man of the cloth I face off with. Reverend Shadow means nothing to me. Reverend Shadow can do nothing to me I haven’t already attempted or done to myself. Reverend Shadow is a gimmick. But Obo is a legend..
- Out
(Obo Thoughts)
For the first time in about six months, I get to go out and just be young. Some friends are back in town and asked me to come and just chill, catch up on old times. Samantha is staying with Jay’s mom, who’s keeping all my friend’s kids as well for the evening. Guy’s night out, sort of..
Phillip Schneider is seen in his room, carefully buttoning the final button on a white long sleeve t-shirt. On this occasion, he is obviously Phillip Schneider, the man behind the gore, as opposed to Obo. He looks deep into the mirror that hangs on the wall. Looking back at him is a destroyed and broken man. Scars scattered on his face, his facial hair unkempt, his hair messy and uncombed looking, despite being made to look this way. If it weren’t for his attire, he’d look like he just woke up. With the quick self inspection done, he heads towards the door, only to be met at the door by waiting eyes, several feet shorter than his own.
Samantha: Daddy, why are you going out to drink tonight?
Obo: Daddy needs to be with his friends..
Samantha: But why am I going? Who is this lady?
Obo: There’ll be lots of other kids there.. You’ll be okay..
Samantha: Why can’t I go to mommy’s?
Obo: Because your mommy is an idiot.
Samantha: That’s not nice..
Obo: Daddy’s not nice. Are you ready to go?
Samantha: I need my shoes.. I don’t know where they are..
Obo: Find them.. I have to finish getting ready myself..
(Obo thoughts)
I’ve got a little something left. I’m taking it with me tonight. If Jay and Chris are anything like their old selves, they’ll appreciate the stuff I’ve got. Just have to remember where I put it. Top drawer? Nope.. Second drawer? Nada.. There it is..
With a crumbled up brown bag in his hand, Obo leaves, Samantha shortly behind him. The pair enter the car. Dusk is just setting in, but the night is still very young as Obo sees it, and they dart away and down the highway.
A smoky bar surrounds in every direction. Everyone around is enjoying general merriment, except Obo, who sits alone in a corner booth with a single beer. Everyone seems rather busy with what they are doing. Several people pass by and toss a casual hello, only getting a cold glare from Obo in response. His beer sits on the table in a full, unopened state. The bar around him is alive, but the booth he sits in remains uninteresting. Towards the door, a commotion begins. Yelling is heard coming from various sources including various profanities. Obo is unfazed by this, writing it off as a belligerent drunk who had a beer or two too many. The commotion ceizes, but only for a moment before a loud cracking sound is heard, followed by more yelling. Obo sits staring forward, staring right into the eyes of the entering men who are causing the commotion. The two slide into the booth. Jay, the larger of the two men, is studded out in a leather jacket and blue jean combo, looking very casual. Chris is small and lanky looking, particularly seedy looking with dirty jeans and a halfway tucked polo shirt, which has pieces of wood sticking out of it. Behind the two and bringing up the end is a beautiful young woman. She looks very out of place with the two ruckus looking individuals. She’s slim, yet still has enough to her that she looks healthy, as well as sporting a perfectly acceptable butt. Her figure is flattered by an extremely short skirt and a leather top with no give to her breasts. The trio stand before Obo with content looks on their faces. Chris is the first to speak.
Chris: Phil, my man! Hope you didn’t mind, but I dragged my little sister along. She’s got this scum ball boyfriend that she needs to get away from. Fucking Australian poser bitch. It’s been way too fucking long man!!
Obo: Yeah, it has.. Where have you been? I’m always around these days..
Jay: Around hell, you’re always on the fucking road, doing that circus midget shit or whatever it is you do..
These words fall on deaf ears for Obo, however, as he’s getting a good glance of the young woman who has come along.
(Obo thoughts)
Man, it’s been way too long since I’ve seen Christina.. Last time I seen her she was like 14 and still had pony tails. Fuck she looks fine.. She’s fucking beautiful! Too bad she’s got some scum ball occupying her. She’s probably like 16 anyways. Fun to look at, but not to touch..
Chris: Chrissy, go get a beer! You’re legal now!! Kid just turned 18 and hasn’t even got smashed yet! Dad sent her out with me tonight, because he knew I’d get her really fucked up, more fucked than any of her friends could, and he knew she wouldn’t end up getting gang fucked or something.
With a sigh, the young woman walks away with an unmotivated drag.
Jay: You say fuck a lot..
Chris: I like to fuck & drink. Naturally I’d talk about the two..
Obo: So where are you guys at in life?
Jay: You’re direct..
Obo: I’ve had some rough times as of late that kill any curious poking.
Chris: Well, I’m currently working at the new Ray’s Trash plant off 40..
Jay: Cocaine and whiskey shots, the story of my life..
Chris: Fuck man.. Let’s get out of this place, some dude at the door roughed me up real bad, and I don’t feel none too welcome..
Obo: I’ve got a little something that’ll make you feel more welcome..
Obo reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumbled brown bag. Both Jay and Chris come closer with a look of delight on their faces, while Christina, now back with a beer in hand, looks over the two with a look of curiosity on her face. Obo carefully unwraps the package and pulls out two small white stones. Both men’s faces light up with joy, while Christina’s face is rather plain and disappointed.
Obo: Fuck.. my blade’s not in here..
Jay: You severely underestimate me.. Gimme that shit..
Quickly snatching up the package, he peels the two stones out and lays them down on a counter, quickly smashing his razor blade down into them, cutting a fine line of powder out of the stone. Bending over so his face is just above the powder, he sniffs every bit of it right up his nose. Grabbing the second stone, he dices it up in the same way and bends over, preparing to snort this up as well, before Chris stops him.
Chris: Share the wealth, douchebag..
Bending over, Chris is quick to take this entire line in. The two men fall back into the booth, dropping the razor blade to the ground as they sit in an intoxicated state of nirvana. Obo is left by himself now, as his two friends are out of it, alone but with Christina. She seems shy, still not wanting to sit down. Obo stares deep off into no where, but secretly is staring at Christina, who seems quite displeased with the whole scenario.
(Obo Thoughts)
Chris did say she’s got a boyfriend, but he’s an bunghole anyways. If I had her, there’s no way she’d be going out drinking. She’d never have time to be drinking. I’d keep her busy. God she’s hot. She wasn’t that hot the last time I seen her. She was barefoot and throwing mud at me the last time I seen her. How times change.. I wish I still had some of that coke. She looks like the type that’d enjoy the Columbine shit. Man, I’m fucked up. My buddy’s just snorted all my coke, and I’m only wanting it back to give it to some broad.. What is wrong with me?
Obo’s thought train is broken when Christina speaks
Christina: Well, this night of partying went well.. My chaperone is buzzed out of his mind on coke.. You drove, right?
Obo (bringing himself back to reality quickly): Yeah..
Christina: Can you help me load dumb and dumber up into a car and get them out of here before someone realizes what exactly just happened?
Obo: I take it you’re not into yo-yo..
Christina: Not in a public place.. Help me pull these two up..
Christina grabs her brother by the arm and pulls him out of the booth, leaning his arm over her own shoulders. He’s still conscious but is out of it, leaving nothing but dead weight for the much smaller woman to hold. Obo is much less gracious as he pulls Jay out, grabbing a handful of hair and yanking until Jay makes his way to his own feet. When he’s up and stable, Obo kicks him in the knee to knock him back down.
Obo: Get up fucker, we’re leaving..
To the parking lot, Christina already has Chris loaded up in the backseat, buckled in and secure. Jay comes crawling out the door, trying his best to maintain his composure, but vomiting every couple of inches, then crawling through it. Behind him is Obo, kicking him and taunting him at every chance. Finally to the car, Jay does his best to pull himself up, using the car for leverage. Obo kicks him in the ribs to knock him back to the ground.
Christina: Aren’t you being a little rough with him?
Obo: He ain’t feeling anything anyways..
Christina: Still no reason to beat him stupid..
Obo: He snorted all my coke..
Christina: You offered it..
Obo: Aren’t you an argumentative whore..
Christina: Blow me..
Obo: Is that an offer?
In a huff, Christina reaches into her brother’s pockets to retrieve the keys to his truck before storming across the parking lot. Finding the truck they arrived in, she quickly opens the door and hops in. Starting the truck quickly, she exit’s the parking, leaving a trail of dust behind as she skids away.
~~~Barbed wire.. Fuck barbed wire..[/I]~~~
Doctor Baldwin sits in his office, pounding away at the computer keyboard that sits in front of him. Noteworthy is the fact that instead of the usual daylight lighting in his office through the small window, he is instead lighting the room solely off of a lamp on his desk, leaving everything outside of the desk in an elegant glow. Through the usual source of slight lighting is only darkness, a blue darkness to be exact. His office seems generally disarray, a rather large box sitting in the corner. The box is covered in labels, but sits in the corner unopened. Instead of being opened and the contents enjoyed as a usual box is, it sits in the corner acting instead as a makeshift table. The door swings open and Doctor Baldwin is quick to the reaction, thinking someone has come to make trouble, but he is slightly relieved when he sees it’s just Obo, coming for his regular meeting.
Baldwin: Phillip.. I wasn’t expecting you for about twenty minutes. I apologize for the unprofessional nature of my office..
Obo: I’m early, but I called secretary and she said you were free, and I’ve got some other stuff that needs done tonight..
Baldwin: Of course I am free. Other than various patients on suicide watch, who else would need my attention at one in the morning, more less actually going as far as scheduling an appointment. Normally I don’t do any appointments past nine PM, but you’re a unique case with unique circumstances. (pause) You look a little rough.
Obo: It was a rough night..
Baldwin: Wrestling?
Obo: That’s what I came here for, but no, personal life. Went out and hung with some old friends..
Baldwin: Ahh.. How is Samantha doing?
Obo: Good. She had a play date with my buddy’s kids. She liked it. She kissed a frog.
Baldwin: Do I want to know, why?
Obo: I read her a book where a princess kissed a frog, and she thought it was a good idea.
Baldwin: Oh… Did you have something in particular you wanted to talk about today?
Obo: Well, if you would have opened the package I sent you, you’d know..
Baldwin: I’m sorry.. I didn’t get around to looking at it, and it kind of got lost in the shuffle. Let me open it now.
Obo: Be careful.. Haha..
Doctor Baldwin quickly goes to the corner and clears the box of the stuff on top of it, setting it to various places where ever available. With all the debris off the box, Doctor Baldwin retrieves a pair of scissors and quickly goes to work cutting the tape off. With all the tape cut, Doctor Baldwin opens the flaps to find a sea of packing peanuts. Digging into the packing peanuts with blatant disregard, Doctor Baldwin quickly pulls his hand out.
Baldwin: OWW! What was that?! Something just cut me!!
Obo: I told you to be careful.. Let me pull it out..
Going to the box, Obo quickly digs into the packing peanuts, coming out with a silver bundle COVERED in packing peanuts. Plucking peanuts away quickly and tossing them back into the box, Obo shows what he’s shipped, a bundle of barbed wire. Doctor Baldwin seems both a little shocked and angry that the barbed wire was shipped to him, nursing his wounded hand and trying to stop the bleeding. Obo seems quite proud of himself as he heads back to the couch with the barbed wire in his hand.
Obo: Doc, you know what this is? This is barbed wire.. This stuff hurts like hell..
Baldwin: I know..
Obo: I know you’re not much of a wrestling fan but have been following my recent activities in WFWF. You know my mindset going in. I’m going against a guy I just flat out don’t like. He’s taken my destiny. He took what was supposed to be mine. He took the WFWF title from me. I got my revenge by beating the crap out of him and burning him.. He kidnapped my daughter..
Baldwin: You’re telling me Samantha’s interaction wasn’t part of the show?
Obo: No.. Rev called Ashley and “baby sat” for her so she could take meth or whatever she did…
Baldwin: How did the Reverend know Ashley?
Obo: Years back, when Reverend was just starting in wrestling, Ashley was around with me and my partner at the time, as our manager. This is when she and I first became “romantically interested”. Apparently, she also put her name and number out around the locker room..
Baldwin: So what ended up happening? Was Samantha okay?
Obo: He took good care of her. What happened on camera is all that happened according to Samantha.
Baldwin: So what’s going to happen? You’ve got this barbed wire match coming up?
Obo: No rope, barbed wire for the WFWF championship. Frankly, at this point, I couldn’t give a shit about the WFWF championship. I couldn’t give a shit about the WFWF. I couldn’t give a shit about Reverend Shadow or the Higher Authority. This isn’t about wrestling. This isn’t a wrestling angle. Wrestling angle is when you break Wahoo McDaniel’s leg. Wrestling angle is when you beat up the dude from Taxi. Wrestling angle is when you FUCK A FUCKING MANNEQUIN!! This is personal. This is going to be bloody. But I don’t fear for my safety. I don’t fear for my life. This barbed wire doesn’t scare me. I am unscarred. Through all the pain and agony, I will keep coming back, nothing will fucking stop me.
Baldwin: Calm down a little bit Phillip.
Obo: I don’t know what’s going to happen Doc. My mother told me I need to back out of this match. To take this as my time to just leave. Leave the non-sense. Fall back on all the money I’ve made and just watch Samantha grow up. Get out while I still can. She doesn’t understand though.. Why should I get out now, when if I wait a week, I can leave champion.. Barbed wire has nothing on me. Reverend Shadow has nothing on me. I am an iron man. I am indestructible..
Baldwin: You’re freakin’ loopy!
Obo leaves the office with a maniacal laugh. With him out of ear shot, Doctor Baldwin finishes his thoughts.
Baldwin: I’m too old for this crap. From now on, I close at eight..
Darkness. Nearly pure darkness, tarnished by a single glow. The glow is so small and so far in the distance that it’s unrecognizable. From this point of view, it could be anything. Coming closer, it’s a house. The house is glowing. Identifiable now as a house, a quick swing takes the house out of view, but a swing in the opposite direction brings it back into perspective, now much closer as well. It’s a window that’s glowing, the light still minimal and only escaping slightly. Another quick swerve takes the light out of view, but everything is suddenly lit up with a florescent glow, revealing Obo’s car, with Obo in the driver’s seat, sitting in his own drive way. The glow in question is a window to his house, specifically the bedroom window of his daughter.
(Obo thoughts)
Great, now I have to explain myself and why I’m just getting home at four in the morning. Five year olds are supposed to be asleep at four in the morning. Why the hell do I hire a babysitter if my kid’s still awake at four in the morning? To eat pizza and make out with a football player? Definitely worth $6 an hour.. Why is my door locked? I realize it’s four in the morning, but why is my god damn door locked? My key’s not opening it.. Someone dead bolted this.. Cute..
Obo: Open the fucking door! It’s my fucking house so I’m not afraid to knock this piece of shit down!
Samantha (muffled sounding through the door): DADDY!!
The door quickly flies open and a pajama clad Samantha darts out the door and instantly attaches herself to her father’s legs. Samantha comes armed, however, because in her hand is a orange oversized plastic baseball bat covered in thumbtacks. Pulling his daughter off his legs, he notices the bat and a slight smirk dons his face.
Obo: Coming armed were we?
Samantha: That was a bad babysitter! She spanked me and sent me to bed without dinner! Then when I tell her I’m gonna whoop her with my beatin’ stick, she ran away! I’ve been here all alone since seventy five o’clock!!
Obo: I’ve really gotta teach you how to tell time..
Samantha: Tell him what? I thought he quit?
Obo: Corny, yet effective, now get inside.. It’s the middle of the night and the neighbors don’t need to see you with weaponry..
With her father at hand, Samantha re-enters the house, surrendering her thumbtack baseball bat to her father. As he enters the house himself, Obo closes the door behind him.
Obo: Why aren’t you asleep?
Samantha: I was afraid. I didn’t think you’d be home so late. What time is it?
Obo: Four something..
Samantha: OH!! Dora’s on!!
Obo: Four in the morning..
Samantha: There’s two of them? This time thing is confusing..
Obo: Baby, you need to go to bed, but before you go, I want to ask you something. Do you want to go on a trip with me?
Samantha: Sure, where we goin’?
Obo: Philadelphia.
Samantha: Neato, I’ve never been there!!
Obo: The ECW arena..
Samantha: I like ECW, they’re funny! Lots of really funny characters like that vampire!! (giggles)
Obo: It’s too late for this, but if you speak of such slander again, I will wash your mouth out with soap, got it?
Samantha: (giggles)
Obo: Daddy’s got a big match for wrestling. A barbed wire match.
Samantha: Barbie wire? Sounds like fun!! Can I play?
Obo: Not Barbie wire.. Barbed wire.. It’s really sharp and makes a lot of boo-boos. Daddy wants you to be there just in case something bad happens, so I can see you. Are you going to be okay if daddy gets lots of boo-boos?
Samantha: You always has boo-boos. It’s okay.
Obo: Lot’s of boo-boos..
Samantha: It’s cool, daddy-o!! (giggles)
Obo: Alright.. I’ll pack up your little suitcase. We leave around noon. Maybe I can take you to see the big bell while we’re in Philly. We’re gonna be there all weekend.
Samantha: Bells are fun!! (walking away) Ding, dong, the Rev is dead, the wicked Rev..
Obo looks down at the confiscated weaponry, the tacks glimmering in the minimal light
(Obo thoughts)
I should pack this.. It could come in handy. She’s definitely my kid.. Good construction too.. What’s this thing held together with? Duct tape? Definitely my kid.. Amazing amount of tacks, too. She must’ve been working on this all night.. Definitely gonna break this thing on Rev..
Sermon to Rev
Reverend Shadow.. The Great Reverend Shadow. The best around, some say. Reverend Shadow, I remember a time when you were just starting out. when you were nothing more than a comedy act. You wouldn’t even show your face for nearly a year. Reverend Shadow, you claim to be a man of the cloth. You claim to be the guru of all things biblical. What do you know about the crucifixion? What do you know about the absolute death of your savior, your lord, Jesus Christ. Study it. Learn it. Know it. Crucifixion and total annihilation is coming, Shadow. Your time on top will be short, as you usher in the New Testament. This is the Book of Obo. This is Unscarred. See you in the wire..
Through all the battles I have gone through, through all the wars. The light bulbs, thumbtacks, barbed wire, glass, all of that. Gallons of blood and countless scars, I still remain unscarred. Unscarred is not about the pink tissue that forms over skin following a wound. It’s a lifestyle. It’s a description of my human. Unscarred is about the will to succeed and persevere through even the most complicated and complex situations. Unscarred is about not letting the small things chip away at you, instead focusing your energy on the massive blows that come your way. Unscarred is about never saying die, because you’re unable to die.
On this final day before the apocalypse that follows, I ponder why exactly I am here. Personal self destruction for a worthless piece of metal. I wonder what brought me here. Why I am labeled with such stigmas that bring me into these situations. I wonder how my evolution has brought me to this point, a brink of self annihilation. How those around me have pushed me into this scenario of obliteration. I ask myself why I do it. The last forty eight hours have been an absolute hell for me. Issue after issue has come up, and everything falls back to this match. What if something happens to me? What happens if I bleed to death? Where does my child, my pride and joy, go? Death is not an issue with me. I ask though, how will these scars effect me? Physical scars be naught, the emotional scars that will come from this epic battle will be far greater.
It’s been months since I even touched this diary. I had almost forgot that I even started it. I guess that’s why I leave such a lengthy entry today, but for that lengthy entry comes a reason. The reason is the reason why I originally started it in the first place, to document my self destruction. So generations from now, when Samantha has kids and possibly grand kids, she can show them exactly what I was, and exactly what I was made of. To show them what kind of a man I was. So my future can learn from the mistakes I made in life. My sweet self destruction. I almost wish I could rewrite the way everything has come on. This is not how I want to end it all, but it seems it’s out of my hands now, and faith in an imaginary being is all that can save me.
Faith, what exactly has faith ever done for me? This so called God cannot exist, for if he did, I would have been destroyed long ago. I’ve never been a reader of the Bible, but in recent weeks, I’ve read much more of it. Some call it fear. Fear of the future, fear of what can happen to me at the hands of this man of the cloth I face off with. Reverend Shadow means nothing to me. Reverend Shadow can do nothing to me I haven’t already attempted or done to myself. Reverend Shadow is a gimmick. But Obo is a legend..
- Out
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(Obo Thoughts)
For the first time in about six months, I get to go out and just be young. Some friends are back in town and asked me to come and just chill, catch up on old times. Samantha is staying with Jay’s mom, who’s keeping all my friend’s kids as well for the evening. Guy’s night out, sort of..
Phillip Schneider is seen in his room, carefully buttoning the final button on a white long sleeve t-shirt. On this occasion, he is obviously Phillip Schneider, the man behind the gore, as opposed to Obo. He looks deep into the mirror that hangs on the wall. Looking back at him is a destroyed and broken man. Scars scattered on his face, his facial hair unkempt, his hair messy and uncombed looking, despite being made to look this way. If it weren’t for his attire, he’d look like he just woke up. With the quick self inspection done, he heads towards the door, only to be met at the door by waiting eyes, several feet shorter than his own.
Samantha: Daddy, why are you going out to drink tonight?
Obo: Daddy needs to be with his friends..
Samantha: But why am I going? Who is this lady?
Obo: There’ll be lots of other kids there.. You’ll be okay..
Samantha: Why can’t I go to mommy’s?
Obo: Because your mommy is an idiot.
Samantha: That’s not nice..
Obo: Daddy’s not nice. Are you ready to go?
Samantha: I need my shoes.. I don’t know where they are..
Obo: Find them.. I have to finish getting ready myself..
(Obo thoughts)
I’ve got a little something left. I’m taking it with me tonight. If Jay and Chris are anything like their old selves, they’ll appreciate the stuff I’ve got. Just have to remember where I put it. Top drawer? Nope.. Second drawer? Nada.. There it is..
With a crumbled up brown bag in his hand, Obo leaves, Samantha shortly behind him. The pair enter the car. Dusk is just setting in, but the night is still very young as Obo sees it, and they dart away and down the highway.
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A smoky bar surrounds in every direction. Everyone around is enjoying general merriment, except Obo, who sits alone in a corner booth with a single beer. Everyone seems rather busy with what they are doing. Several people pass by and toss a casual hello, only getting a cold glare from Obo in response. His beer sits on the table in a full, unopened state. The bar around him is alive, but the booth he sits in remains uninteresting. Towards the door, a commotion begins. Yelling is heard coming from various sources including various profanities. Obo is unfazed by this, writing it off as a belligerent drunk who had a beer or two too many. The commotion ceizes, but only for a moment before a loud cracking sound is heard, followed by more yelling. Obo sits staring forward, staring right into the eyes of the entering men who are causing the commotion. The two slide into the booth. Jay, the larger of the two men, is studded out in a leather jacket and blue jean combo, looking very casual. Chris is small and lanky looking, particularly seedy looking with dirty jeans and a halfway tucked polo shirt, which has pieces of wood sticking out of it. Behind the two and bringing up the end is a beautiful young woman. She looks very out of place with the two ruckus looking individuals. She’s slim, yet still has enough to her that she looks healthy, as well as sporting a perfectly acceptable butt. Her figure is flattered by an extremely short skirt and a leather top with no give to her breasts. The trio stand before Obo with content looks on their faces. Chris is the first to speak.
Chris: Phil, my man! Hope you didn’t mind, but I dragged my little sister along. She’s got this scum ball boyfriend that she needs to get away from. Fucking Australian poser bitch. It’s been way too fucking long man!!
Obo: Yeah, it has.. Where have you been? I’m always around these days..
Jay: Around hell, you’re always on the fucking road, doing that circus midget shit or whatever it is you do..
These words fall on deaf ears for Obo, however, as he’s getting a good glance of the young woman who has come along.
(Obo thoughts)
Man, it’s been way too long since I’ve seen Christina.. Last time I seen her she was like 14 and still had pony tails. Fuck she looks fine.. She’s fucking beautiful! Too bad she’s got some scum ball occupying her. She’s probably like 16 anyways. Fun to look at, but not to touch..
Chris: Chrissy, go get a beer! You’re legal now!! Kid just turned 18 and hasn’t even got smashed yet! Dad sent her out with me tonight, because he knew I’d get her really fucked up, more fucked than any of her friends could, and he knew she wouldn’t end up getting gang fucked or something.
With a sigh, the young woman walks away with an unmotivated drag.
Jay: You say fuck a lot..
Chris: I like to fuck & drink. Naturally I’d talk about the two..
Obo: So where are you guys at in life?
Jay: You’re direct..
Obo: I’ve had some rough times as of late that kill any curious poking.
Chris: Well, I’m currently working at the new Ray’s Trash plant off 40..
Jay: Cocaine and whiskey shots, the story of my life..
Chris: Fuck man.. Let’s get out of this place, some dude at the door roughed me up real bad, and I don’t feel none too welcome..
Obo: I’ve got a little something that’ll make you feel more welcome..
Obo reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumbled brown bag. Both Jay and Chris come closer with a look of delight on their faces, while Christina, now back with a beer in hand, looks over the two with a look of curiosity on her face. Obo carefully unwraps the package and pulls out two small white stones. Both men’s faces light up with joy, while Christina’s face is rather plain and disappointed.
Obo: Fuck.. my blade’s not in here..
Jay: You severely underestimate me.. Gimme that shit..
Quickly snatching up the package, he peels the two stones out and lays them down on a counter, quickly smashing his razor blade down into them, cutting a fine line of powder out of the stone. Bending over so his face is just above the powder, he sniffs every bit of it right up his nose. Grabbing the second stone, he dices it up in the same way and bends over, preparing to snort this up as well, before Chris stops him.
Chris: Share the wealth, douchebag..
Bending over, Chris is quick to take this entire line in. The two men fall back into the booth, dropping the razor blade to the ground as they sit in an intoxicated state of nirvana. Obo is left by himself now, as his two friends are out of it, alone but with Christina. She seems shy, still not wanting to sit down. Obo stares deep off into no where, but secretly is staring at Christina, who seems quite displeased with the whole scenario.
(Obo Thoughts)
Chris did say she’s got a boyfriend, but he’s an bunghole anyways. If I had her, there’s no way she’d be going out drinking. She’d never have time to be drinking. I’d keep her busy. God she’s hot. She wasn’t that hot the last time I seen her. She was barefoot and throwing mud at me the last time I seen her. How times change.. I wish I still had some of that coke. She looks like the type that’d enjoy the Columbine shit. Man, I’m fucked up. My buddy’s just snorted all my coke, and I’m only wanting it back to give it to some broad.. What is wrong with me?
Obo’s thought train is broken when Christina speaks
Christina: Well, this night of partying went well.. My chaperone is buzzed out of his mind on coke.. You drove, right?
Obo (bringing himself back to reality quickly): Yeah..
Christina: Can you help me load dumb and dumber up into a car and get them out of here before someone realizes what exactly just happened?
Obo: I take it you’re not into yo-yo..
Christina: Not in a public place.. Help me pull these two up..
Christina grabs her brother by the arm and pulls him out of the booth, leaning his arm over her own shoulders. He’s still conscious but is out of it, leaving nothing but dead weight for the much smaller woman to hold. Obo is much less gracious as he pulls Jay out, grabbing a handful of hair and yanking until Jay makes his way to his own feet. When he’s up and stable, Obo kicks him in the knee to knock him back down.
Obo: Get up fucker, we’re leaving..
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To the parking lot, Christina already has Chris loaded up in the backseat, buckled in and secure. Jay comes crawling out the door, trying his best to maintain his composure, but vomiting every couple of inches, then crawling through it. Behind him is Obo, kicking him and taunting him at every chance. Finally to the car, Jay does his best to pull himself up, using the car for leverage. Obo kicks him in the ribs to knock him back to the ground.
Christina: Aren’t you being a little rough with him?
Obo: He ain’t feeling anything anyways..
Christina: Still no reason to beat him stupid..
Obo: He snorted all my coke..
Christina: You offered it..
Obo: Aren’t you an argumentative whore..
Christina: Blow me..
Obo: Is that an offer?
In a huff, Christina reaches into her brother’s pockets to retrieve the keys to his truck before storming across the parking lot. Finding the truck they arrived in, she quickly opens the door and hops in. Starting the truck quickly, she exit’s the parking, leaving a trail of dust behind as she skids away.
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~~~Barbed wire.. Fuck barbed wire..[/I]~~~
Doctor Baldwin sits in his office, pounding away at the computer keyboard that sits in front of him. Noteworthy is the fact that instead of the usual daylight lighting in his office through the small window, he is instead lighting the room solely off of a lamp on his desk, leaving everything outside of the desk in an elegant glow. Through the usual source of slight lighting is only darkness, a blue darkness to be exact. His office seems generally disarray, a rather large box sitting in the corner. The box is covered in labels, but sits in the corner unopened. Instead of being opened and the contents enjoyed as a usual box is, it sits in the corner acting instead as a makeshift table. The door swings open and Doctor Baldwin is quick to the reaction, thinking someone has come to make trouble, but he is slightly relieved when he sees it’s just Obo, coming for his regular meeting.
Baldwin: Phillip.. I wasn’t expecting you for about twenty minutes. I apologize for the unprofessional nature of my office..
Obo: I’m early, but I called secretary and she said you were free, and I’ve got some other stuff that needs done tonight..
Baldwin: Of course I am free. Other than various patients on suicide watch, who else would need my attention at one in the morning, more less actually going as far as scheduling an appointment. Normally I don’t do any appointments past nine PM, but you’re a unique case with unique circumstances. (pause) You look a little rough.
Obo: It was a rough night..
Baldwin: Wrestling?
Obo: That’s what I came here for, but no, personal life. Went out and hung with some old friends..
Baldwin: Ahh.. How is Samantha doing?
Obo: Good. She had a play date with my buddy’s kids. She liked it. She kissed a frog.
Baldwin: Do I want to know, why?
Obo: I read her a book where a princess kissed a frog, and she thought it was a good idea.
Baldwin: Oh… Did you have something in particular you wanted to talk about today?
Obo: Well, if you would have opened the package I sent you, you’d know..
Baldwin: I’m sorry.. I didn’t get around to looking at it, and it kind of got lost in the shuffle. Let me open it now.
Obo: Be careful.. Haha..
Doctor Baldwin quickly goes to the corner and clears the box of the stuff on top of it, setting it to various places where ever available. With all the debris off the box, Doctor Baldwin retrieves a pair of scissors and quickly goes to work cutting the tape off. With all the tape cut, Doctor Baldwin opens the flaps to find a sea of packing peanuts. Digging into the packing peanuts with blatant disregard, Doctor Baldwin quickly pulls his hand out.
Baldwin: OWW! What was that?! Something just cut me!!
Obo: I told you to be careful.. Let me pull it out..
Going to the box, Obo quickly digs into the packing peanuts, coming out with a silver bundle COVERED in packing peanuts. Plucking peanuts away quickly and tossing them back into the box, Obo shows what he’s shipped, a bundle of barbed wire. Doctor Baldwin seems both a little shocked and angry that the barbed wire was shipped to him, nursing his wounded hand and trying to stop the bleeding. Obo seems quite proud of himself as he heads back to the couch with the barbed wire in his hand.
Obo: Doc, you know what this is? This is barbed wire.. This stuff hurts like hell..
Baldwin: I know..
Obo: I know you’re not much of a wrestling fan but have been following my recent activities in WFWF. You know my mindset going in. I’m going against a guy I just flat out don’t like. He’s taken my destiny. He took what was supposed to be mine. He took the WFWF title from me. I got my revenge by beating the crap out of him and burning him.. He kidnapped my daughter..
Baldwin: You’re telling me Samantha’s interaction wasn’t part of the show?
Obo: No.. Rev called Ashley and “baby sat” for her so she could take meth or whatever she did…
Baldwin: How did the Reverend know Ashley?
Obo: Years back, when Reverend was just starting in wrestling, Ashley was around with me and my partner at the time, as our manager. This is when she and I first became “romantically interested”. Apparently, she also put her name and number out around the locker room..
Baldwin: So what ended up happening? Was Samantha okay?
Obo: He took good care of her. What happened on camera is all that happened according to Samantha.
Baldwin: So what’s going to happen? You’ve got this barbed wire match coming up?
Obo: No rope, barbed wire for the WFWF championship. Frankly, at this point, I couldn’t give a shit about the WFWF championship. I couldn’t give a shit about the WFWF. I couldn’t give a shit about Reverend Shadow or the Higher Authority. This isn’t about wrestling. This isn’t a wrestling angle. Wrestling angle is when you break Wahoo McDaniel’s leg. Wrestling angle is when you beat up the dude from Taxi. Wrestling angle is when you FUCK A FUCKING MANNEQUIN!! This is personal. This is going to be bloody. But I don’t fear for my safety. I don’t fear for my life. This barbed wire doesn’t scare me. I am unscarred. Through all the pain and agony, I will keep coming back, nothing will fucking stop me.
Baldwin: Calm down a little bit Phillip.
Obo: I don’t know what’s going to happen Doc. My mother told me I need to back out of this match. To take this as my time to just leave. Leave the non-sense. Fall back on all the money I’ve made and just watch Samantha grow up. Get out while I still can. She doesn’t understand though.. Why should I get out now, when if I wait a week, I can leave champion.. Barbed wire has nothing on me. Reverend Shadow has nothing on me. I am an iron man. I am indestructible..
Baldwin: You’re freakin’ loopy!
Obo leaves the office with a maniacal laugh. With him out of ear shot, Doctor Baldwin finishes his thoughts.
Baldwin: I’m too old for this crap. From now on, I close at eight..
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Darkness. Nearly pure darkness, tarnished by a single glow. The glow is so small and so far in the distance that it’s unrecognizable. From this point of view, it could be anything. Coming closer, it’s a house. The house is glowing. Identifiable now as a house, a quick swing takes the house out of view, but a swing in the opposite direction brings it back into perspective, now much closer as well. It’s a window that’s glowing, the light still minimal and only escaping slightly. Another quick swerve takes the light out of view, but everything is suddenly lit up with a florescent glow, revealing Obo’s car, with Obo in the driver’s seat, sitting in his own drive way. The glow in question is a window to his house, specifically the bedroom window of his daughter.
(Obo thoughts)
Great, now I have to explain myself and why I’m just getting home at four in the morning. Five year olds are supposed to be asleep at four in the morning. Why the hell do I hire a babysitter if my kid’s still awake at four in the morning? To eat pizza and make out with a football player? Definitely worth $6 an hour.. Why is my door locked? I realize it’s four in the morning, but why is my god damn door locked? My key’s not opening it.. Someone dead bolted this.. Cute..
Obo: Open the fucking door! It’s my fucking house so I’m not afraid to knock this piece of shit down!
Samantha (muffled sounding through the door): DADDY!!
The door quickly flies open and a pajama clad Samantha darts out the door and instantly attaches herself to her father’s legs. Samantha comes armed, however, because in her hand is a orange oversized plastic baseball bat covered in thumbtacks. Pulling his daughter off his legs, he notices the bat and a slight smirk dons his face.
Obo: Coming armed were we?
Samantha: That was a bad babysitter! She spanked me and sent me to bed without dinner! Then when I tell her I’m gonna whoop her with my beatin’ stick, she ran away! I’ve been here all alone since seventy five o’clock!!
Obo: I’ve really gotta teach you how to tell time..
Samantha: Tell him what? I thought he quit?
Obo: Corny, yet effective, now get inside.. It’s the middle of the night and the neighbors don’t need to see you with weaponry..
With her father at hand, Samantha re-enters the house, surrendering her thumbtack baseball bat to her father. As he enters the house himself, Obo closes the door behind him.
Obo: Why aren’t you asleep?
Samantha: I was afraid. I didn’t think you’d be home so late. What time is it?
Obo: Four something..
Samantha: OH!! Dora’s on!!
Obo: Four in the morning..
Samantha: There’s two of them? This time thing is confusing..
Obo: Baby, you need to go to bed, but before you go, I want to ask you something. Do you want to go on a trip with me?
Samantha: Sure, where we goin’?
Obo: Philadelphia.
Samantha: Neato, I’ve never been there!!
Obo: The ECW arena..
Samantha: I like ECW, they’re funny! Lots of really funny characters like that vampire!! (giggles)
Obo: It’s too late for this, but if you speak of such slander again, I will wash your mouth out with soap, got it?
Samantha: (giggles)
Obo: Daddy’s got a big match for wrestling. A barbed wire match.
Samantha: Barbie wire? Sounds like fun!! Can I play?
Obo: Not Barbie wire.. Barbed wire.. It’s really sharp and makes a lot of boo-boos. Daddy wants you to be there just in case something bad happens, so I can see you. Are you going to be okay if daddy gets lots of boo-boos?
Samantha: You always has boo-boos. It’s okay.
Obo: Lot’s of boo-boos..
Samantha: It’s cool, daddy-o!! (giggles)
Obo: Alright.. I’ll pack up your little suitcase. We leave around noon. Maybe I can take you to see the big bell while we’re in Philly. We’re gonna be there all weekend.
Samantha: Bells are fun!! (walking away) Ding, dong, the Rev is dead, the wicked Rev..
Obo looks down at the confiscated weaponry, the tacks glimmering in the minimal light
(Obo thoughts)
I should pack this.. It could come in handy. She’s definitely my kid.. Good construction too.. What’s this thing held together with? Duct tape? Definitely my kid.. Amazing amount of tacks, too. She must’ve been working on this all night.. Definitely gonna break this thing on Rev..
Sermon to Rev
Reverend Shadow.. The Great Reverend Shadow. The best around, some say. Reverend Shadow, I remember a time when you were just starting out. when you were nothing more than a comedy act. You wouldn’t even show your face for nearly a year. Reverend Shadow, you claim to be a man of the cloth. You claim to be the guru of all things biblical. What do you know about the crucifixion? What do you know about the absolute death of your savior, your lord, Jesus Christ. Study it. Learn it. Know it. Crucifixion and total annihilation is coming, Shadow. Your time on top will be short, as you usher in the New Testament. This is the Book of Obo. This is Unscarred. See you in the wire..
ing a mannequin). Probably could have been more effective if you used examples from the WFWF, whether your past angles or other people's (albeit, it'd probably piss people off so I can understand).
