Breaking Bad Chapter VIIII: Conclusion

[Obi]

Breaking Bad Chapter VIIII: Conclusion
By Toby Hunter

9.1
“Revenge is a Dish.. Best served cold.”

2 Weeks ago. Moments after the airing of Prestige 2011.

“Sir? May I help you?”

Dressed in a sharp suit, an Asylum Employee walks heavy footed through the backstage hallway of the arena, his hand outstretched before him. With his hair bouncing behind him, he calls out to the obvious out of place individual standing before him. The sounds of the arena are heard in the background, as Prestige finally wraps up causing millions of fans to slowly file out of the arena. Clearing his throat, the employee tries to gain the attention of the visitor once again, this time putting more authority into his voice. “EXCUSE ME?! This area is off limits to fans, you will have to leave now.”

Finally responding, the visitor turns around, offering a smile. His dark features partially shadowed in the hallway due to low lighting, he answers. “I am no fan. Now if you will excuse me, I am here by request.”

Confused now, the Employee presses the conversation, the two men finally standing face to face. Uncomfortable with this unknown man, the employee pulls out a clipboard and takes a step back. “Oh? What is your name and who are you here to see? I was unaware that any superstars would be expecting anyone. Guest requests are usually left at the front office for me to be made aware of.”

“Of course.” answered the guest. “I am here to see Oblivion. I am a very old friend of his. You may refer to me as… Raviel.”

Glancing down at the clipboard one more time, the employee searched for the name. His eyes flickered across the parchment and then to Raviel’s face, as he noticed the state of disrepair that Raviel’s teeth were in. They were neither well taken care nor cosmetically attractive. If he didn’t no better, they almost seemed… pointed? Finally noticing the proper name on the sheet before him, the employee smiled and slid the clipboard under his arm once again before responding. “I see you now! The room that you are searching for is right through there. Sorry for the mistake.”

“Not a problem at all, Child.” answered Raviel with a grin before turning to walk away. A heavy shadow followed closely behind the small man as he walked down the hallway and towards a lone locker room door. Take a deep breath, Raviel then turned the doorknob and entered the room, flicking the light on beside him. He was not alone in the room as assumed, but his new room mates were anything but… expected. Glancing from left to right, Raviel could only frown with disappointment as he awaited his welcome.

Seated on a metal folding chair, Xplode glanced up at Raviel. To his sides from left to right was the Devil’s Due motor club. Running his hand through his hair, Xplode slowly stood up and smiled. A large bandage was applied across his forehead. He was also still currently dressed in his ring gear, the sweat still covering his larger frame. “Hey there, Raviel. Long time no see?”

“We have no business between us.” answered Raviel. “I am here to see your brother. If you would point me in his direction, I would be on my way.”

“I didn’t know the Devil needed directions to visit the damned..” came an unknown answer from behind. Turning around quickly, Raviel now found himself face to face with Cole Ritter, the leader of the motorclub. Dressed in worn down jeans, and a black leather vest, Cole removed a cigar from Raviel’s shirt pocket and continued to speak. “Why don’t you have a seat. You are going to be here for awhile.”

“Are you trying to.. Intimidate me? ME?” answered Raviel defiantly. “You will have to do much better than that. You should be careful, boy.”

“No, you should.” answered Xplode now as he circled Raviel. The entire room of people began to congregate around the lone man as Xplode spoke. “I have had it up to fucking here with you and your bullshit devil crap! You have tortured my brother for far too long, and while I admit to finding a great amount of pleasure in it, it is time for this charade to end. I have no clue if you are a real devil or just some wackjob looking to become famous off of my brother’s skin.. and I don’t care. What I DO know is that I did my homework on you.. And you have a paper trail.”

“Of course you have.” answers Raviel with a sneer. “You always were the more organized brother. I will admit, I am impressed by this little showing from you all. I see what has happened here.. Most impressive. It seems that our little Toby has been uniting the forces of good against me. That’s fine, I have dealt with this type of thing before. I actually thought that the Devil’s Due, love the name by the way, was out to kill him. You though Jaden.. You really take me by surprise though. I didn’t know you gave a damn about him.”

“I don’t.” answers Xplode dryly. “He is my brother though. If anyone is going to torture him.. It’s me.”

“Well.” continues Raviel once again. “Then tell me, what is this paper trail that I left behind?”

“You’re not a parole officer… nor a manager. You have no history of EVER being involved in professional wrestling either. Also, I found it very interesting that your name was connected to six accidental house fires in the last twenty years. Strange.. I didn’t know the Devil has a rap sheet. Wonders never cease..”

Raviel glanced around the room now, his eyes growing smaller as he does so. Shifting his weight, he begins to answer once again as the club basically hangs on his small frame. “Very good, Jaden. So tell me, what now? You do know that whatever you are thinking of doing is in vain, right? Toby belongs to me and I have all rights to him. I will have his soul. There must ALWAYS be… an Oblivion.”

Cole Ritter places his hand on Xplode’s bare shoulder. Stepping in front of him now, Cole stands eye to eye with Raviel in silence. Slowly, he removes his leather vest and turns it around, showing the patch to Raviel. “You know, when I created this club it was done with this very day in mind. I have never forgotten what you did to my Daddy..”

“I do not do anything to anyone.” answers Raviel now with a laugh. “I offer choices, just as I had your father. Toby had the same choice. I fulfilled my end of the bargain and I expect my payment.. Just as your father had to do. If it is any consolation to you.. He still speaks of you.. In hell.”

Fists clenched now, Cole begins to shout as Kip locks the door in the distance, grabbing Raviel’s attention by doing so. “LISTEN YOU SON OF A BITCH! You may have taken my parents.. But you will not take my son. Whatever deal the two of you made is null and void because you broke the rules. Cut the bullshit. Every time you pretended to be someone you weren’t, you were altering things in your favor. That’s a big no-no. You done fucked up. That just leaves one last issue to settle between us, and I aim to collect on that debt.”

“Well I guess I will wait here until you phone the authorities.” answered Raviel dryly. “I am not sure how that will change matters, but feel free. I am sure the police would love to hear about the shady dealings in your club. I will ALWAYS… gain the upper hand.”

Removing a Colt 45 handgun from his vest pocket, Cole drives it up against Raviel’s forehad. His eyes are bloodshot red, as he leans in and whispers into Raviel’s ear. “Murder is a sin. I think though.. That God will forgive me for this one.”

9.2
“Hello, I am Oblivion.. And I am tired as hell.”

1 Week after Prestige. The Devil Dive Tavern.
San Rafael, CA.

A creaky door slowly swings open as a black boot steps out unto the dirt road below. Planting his foot hard to secure himself, Oblivion steps out from the passenger seat of a dark black BMW. His face is heavily swollen, covered in stitches and bruising. Holding his side with one hand, the Big Dog slowly limped away from the vehicle as Bobby rushes around the front of the car to assist him. Glancing at Bobby with a smile, Obi laughs. “Look, man. I think I can walk on my own.”

“Hey, you just went through hell. There ain’t no shame in accepting help from a friend.” answered Bobby as he braced himself under Oblivion’s limp arm. “Let’s just find you a seat and a beer.”

Both men slowly made their way to the bar as the winds blew heavily around them. Trees swayed to the left, causing Oblivion to stare at them as if he has never seen this type of thing before. Accepting Bobby’s help, he continued to limp on as he spoke. “I am so tired. I feel like I could sleep forever.”

Laughing, Bobby answered. “Wait until we get in the bar, you are way too heavy for me to carry.” The door is swung open by Bobby’s foot, both men enter the establishment as a large crowd awaits them!

“WELCOME HOME!!!”

Looking up with a smile, Oblivion nods his head as his club celebrates his homecoming. Arriving first is his step mother Annette, who greets him with a hail of hugs and kisses upon his cheek! “Toby… welcome home, baby. I am so happy that this whole thing is over with. I really wish you had filled me in on the little plan between Cole and you. I thought you were a dead man.”

“The jury is still out on that. Where is Skye?”

Placing one hand on her hip, Annette smiles as she responded. “In the office. Come on, I will show you.”

The duo walked through the bar as the club celebrated Oblivion’s heroic return. Nodding and smiling as they did, Obi did his best to keep it together even with the growing urge to feint. Stepping through a set of double doors, it was all Obi could do to find the nearest bench and plop down upon it. Concerned, Annette rushed to his side and dropped to one knee as Oblivion panted slightly. “You okay, sweetie?”

“Yeah.. I just need to catch my breath.” answers Oblivion. “I am still a little beat up.”

“I would say so. You look terrible. Let me go fetch Skye for you and bring her here. Take a look at those scrapbooks on that table while I get her. Skye put them together for you. She is quite the photographer!”

As Annette rushed away, Obi drooped his head to the right and caught sight of the books. Thumbing through them, he was taken back to memories of the last few years. From meeting the club to winning his second World Championship, all of it was there in visual display. His eyes grew larger when he happened upon some older pictures though.. Images obviously obtained from his family home.

“Yeah, you were an ugly fucking kid.”

Caught by surprise, Oblivion looked up, his eyes dark and heavily hung with bags. Finding a seat next to him, Xplode looked down at the book and smiled. “Yeah, those were some days, weren’t they? I gotta’ hand it to Skye, she did a good job.”

“Did you take care of Raviel?” answered Oblivion now, struggling to breathe.

Shocked, Xplode answered. “Damn, man. You can hardly speak. (Laughing) I really did a number on you! The hospital let you out like this?”

“Did you.. Handle him?”

“Yes.” Jaden resigned. “He won’t be bothering anyone anymore. Of course, my hands are clean. Look, you don’t look too good. Maybe I should drive you back to the emergency room.” Glancing at Oblivion’s ribs, Xplode notices a large pool of blood forming. Now quite concerned, Xplode speaks frantically. “Man.. I thought they stitched you up.”

“They did. I think my body has had enough though. Do me a favor and have the boys bring my bike out for me. I want to ride.”

“What? Ride?” laughed Xplode. “You’re in no shape to-”

“PLEASE.” answered Oblivion aggressively. “Just do this for me.”

Rising up, Xplode left to fulfill the request as Oblivion leaned back against the wall. Looking to his right, he notices that Skye was standing there, for how long though he was unsure. Slowly finding her way to him, tears well up in Skye’s eyes as she drops to her knees in front of him and takes his hands in hers. “Are you.. Okay?”

“Yeah. This isn’t my first rodeo.” answers Oblivion. “I just need to take a ride and get some fresh air.”

“You’re bleeding.” Skye continues. “You have to stop fighting. I am afraid that you are going to kill yourself out there!”

Leaning forward and rising to his feet, Oblivion helps Skye to her feet as well. The two stare into one another’s eyes a moment as Obi gently caresses her soft cheeks. No words are spoken save for eye contact. Finally, Obi leans forward, gently brushing his lips against hers before leaning in to kiss. “Remember.. No matter what happens, Skye. No matter how much time passes by.. I have and will always love you.”

“I know. What is this all about?”

“You came into my life and made me believe again.” Obi continued. “I was lost and felt as though I was damned. You helped me to remember who I am, and what matters most to me. Without you.. There would be no me. I thank you for that. I.. love you.”

“Bike’s ready, Toby!” comes a voice from the side. Looking in the direction of the voice, Obi spots Bobby. With a smile, Obi then turns to Skye one last time and speaks. “Walk me out. I am just going to take a short ride.”

9.3
“The Last Ride.”

A large crowd disperses through the doorway of the Devil’s Due Tavern , spreading out unto the dirt road outside. Placed in the center of the crowd, is Oblivion’s trusty motorcycle.. A 1977 Harley Davidson Panhead. Making his way through the crowd, Oblivion arrives at the motorcycle and removes his helmet. With one hand, he runs it along the gas tank, letting his fingers stop on the words… Nightmare. “Alright old friend. One last ride.”

“Son, be careful out there.” calls out Cole with a smile as he wraps his arm around Annette’s shoulder. “Hurry up and come back home. We have a club to put back together.”

Nodding, Oblivion straps on the helmet and painstakingly saddles up on the bike. A strong wave of agony washes over him, as he can feel a few ribs seemingly snap. Still at his side, Skye looks on at her man with sadness as she helps him adjust his vest. “Take me with you.. Please?”

Looking back at Skye, Oblivion fights a smile out as he whispers. “Baby, I have to ride this road alone. We will be together again.. I promise.”

“We have to.” Skyes forces out. “I have something I need you to know… I am-”

“I don’t have much more time.” struggles Oblivion now. Looking out at the club and then to his brother, Xplode. Oblivion takes a deep breath, and then speaks. “Thank you everyone. Jaden, take care of my girl as if she was your sister. I love you both. You need family to keep you grounded. Bobby, Kip, Dante Holly and the crew? You all took me in when I had no one and I will always be thankful. Cole and Annette… I love you both as well. Until we meet again.”

Kicking on the bike, Oblivion throttled it a moment and then turned to Skye. “Take care of my brother. He is a pain in the ass but he means well. I love you.”

Letting go of the clutch, Oblivion slowly pulls away, the dust kicking up behind him. The sun is in the distance, as it offers it’s comforting warmth. With his long brown hair flowing behind him, Oblivion continues on down the road just as he had done so many times before. Left behind with the others, Skye is openly crying now as Xplode approaches her from the side. Placing one hand on her shoulder, he fights for something to say but words escape him. He instead chooses the honest route. “We aren’t seeing him again.. Are we?”

“No.”

“Well, all of that stuff he said about you and me?” Xplode continues. “I.. I got your back. If you need anything, let me know.”

“Thank you.”

“I just wish I could have got to know him better more… you know.” stumbles out Xplode once more. “Maybe spent more time talking to him instead of hating him.”

“He was a good man.” answered Skye as she clutched on to Oblivion’s leather vest. “He loved you. You can return the favor by being a good uncle to his baby.”

Turning to walk away, Xplode stops in his tracks and then glances back at Skye. “Baby? You’re pregnant?”

“Yes, I am..” answers Skye now with a half smile.

“Damn.” answers Xplode as he turns to offer a half hearted hug. “I am going to be an uncle? I never was good at the good guy shit. I better start practicing. We don’t need this kid growing up to be like me if I am his only male influence.”

“Yes you do.” answered a new voice now as the two stared out at the horizon. Skye and Xplode look over their shoulder only to notice Brenda approaching with a smile. Offering a hug to Skye, Brenda then nods at Xplode, leaving him completely confused. Looking in the direction that Oblivion had just driven in, Brenda smiled and continued to speak. “Something tells me though that you won’t be the only male influence. The club will be there for him, just as they had Toby. He is the future president of the club after all… and the last heir to the Hunter Wrestling line. This story is far from over.”

Shaking his head, Xplode rubs his beard. “I suppose so.”

9.4
It all begins.. Again.

Tossing a large briefcase into a white Toyota Sienna, a large man rushes around the back of his car, taking his wife by the shoulder. She looks pained, almost exhausted as he slowly directs her to the passenger seat. Taking great care to softly place her legs into the vehicle, the man then walks back to the driver’s side door, finding a seat within. The rain slowly begins to pick up, dripping down the front of their windshield as the couple remains silent. Finally, the man turns to his bride with tears in his eyes, his expression that of despair. “I am so sorry. We can go get a second opinion! I am sure that there is a mistake somewhere. This is not happening to us.”

“Sweetie, it is what it is.” answers the woman now with a hushed tone. “I have cancer. We will do what we can to fight it.”

“You bet we will!” continues the man once again. “There is no way that I am going to let you die on me! I spent a lifetime looking for you and I will be damned if I let you go now! No matter what it takes, I will make sure we beat this, I don’t care what the price is!!”

Kissing his wife, the man slides the key into the ignition and turns the car on. “I mean it.” He then grabs for the stick shift and slides it into reverse. The car begins to slowly back up out of the hospital parking lot when out of no where, a dark shadow of a man appears in the back window, causing the car to skid to a halt immediately, narrowly avoiding hitting the man. Looking at his wife, the man grits his teeth as he professes his anger. “There was NO ONE THERE!! I almost killed him! Why don’t these people look where they are going?!!”

“Jose, Why don’t you go out there and see if he is okay?” asks the wife.

Nodding, the husband kisses her hand and exit’s the van, immediately pelted by the now heavy rains outside. Walking along the side of the van, he is greeted by an older gentlemen. With a long black trench coat that is now covered with mud, the gentlemen tips his hat in the direction of Jose. Somewhat still focused upon his wife, Jose places a hand upon the gentlemen and speaks quickly. “Hey man, you okay? You should watch out where you are going.”

“Sorry, I was in a bit of a hurry.” answered the man.

“Do you need a ride? It’s raining hard out here.” continues Jose now. “It’s the least that I could do, I guess.”

Smiling now, the gentlemen exposes his teeth. Jose notices the pointy like manner of them as water runs down his forehead. Readjusting his hat, the gentleman answers as he accepts the offer. “Well, thank you. Ironically, it is you whom I was in a hurry to see. I could not help but overhear that your wife was diagnosed with cancer. Sorry, I am a bit of a nosy old man.”

“Yes… she did.” answered Jose now in an annoyed tone. “Do you need a ride or not, mister? I have things I need to do.”

“Of course you do.” continued the gentleman once more. “No ride is necessary. I want to offer you the ability to help your wife. I work in the medical field so to speak and we specialize in these types of cases. If you are willing to pay what is necessary, and believe me.. It isn’t very much, I think I could possibly help her. Our Cancer cure rate is 100%.”

“100%?” answered Jose sarcastically. “How come I haven’t heard of you before then? What is the name of your business?”

“Oh, I would not call it a business.” laughed the gentleman now. “Let’s head on out of the rain and discuss this over coffee? My treat. My name is Raviel, and I am sure we can work something out.”




The End

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Wow, what a ride it has been. First of all, I want to thank the EUW from the bottom of my heart for allowing me the place to really create something that meant a lot to me. Everyone I have met in this efed, from top to bottom, has been full of talent. I have made some damn good friends here that are too many to list, and for that I will always be grateful. I would like to also thank the folks who followed my story (s) and offered me feedback through out the years. This game may be just a hobby, but my writing is a serious thing to me that I care about. So, I found myself on both end of the spectrum. (People seem to think it can only be one or the other when efedding but that really isn’t the case.) I feel that the EUW has allowed me to express myself freely, and for that I am grateful.

When the Oblivion character was very created, it was done so with the thought in mind that I wanted to buck the trends at the time that was common place in efedding. When I first came into the hobby, roleplays were short and usually a promo piece. Match relevance was the prime focus and frequently you would see quite a bit of promos. Efedders would go back and forth, in a battle all their own, out writing one another. My passion has always been on telling a great story. I looked to some great story driven writers such as Tom Roberts and Trent Sickness for inspiration when creating this character. The way that they were able to interweave a wrestling themed roleplay and still tell a damn good story literally excited me, and I wanted to do that as well. Doing this would not only always offer me something to write about, but take the power completely out of my opponents hands. My writing would be completely self contained.

The Oblivion character went through many revisions through the years, going from a carbon copy of “The Undertaker” to a biker full of regrets. The last revision that I made was done so in hopes of using EVERY storyline I had ever created to make the ultimate timeline in the Oblivion universe. I have been asked what my favorite timeline was during the ride and I will have to say, it was the Toby Hunter period. I really felt like I did my best writing then.

To wrap things up, Oblivion was once a man known as Toby Hunter. Sadly for him, his wife was diagnosed with a lethal disease, one that left him at the Devil’s mercy. Tricked into a deal with his soul as the payment, Toby’s wife was cured only to end up perishing in a house fire anyway, along with his two kids. Framed for the murder, Toby would go missing, reappearing in a graveyard with no memory whatsoever of his former life. He made plenty of friends and enemies along the way, while being tortured by the devil himself. What drove Toby, now known as Oblivion, was the hope of remembering his past and then after… gaining revenge.

Sometimes the stories were generic, other times just too much, but no matter what I really enjoyed it all. This character was my real launching pad into the hobby, one that spawned 4 others. Efed record wise, Oblivion has been a World Champion in 3 efeds, for a total of 5 reigns. Toby Hunter will always hold a special place in my heart. While I am sad that this ride is over, I happily offer him to the EUW archives because in truth, this fed was who that character really was. He was a baby face for most of his career, a huge fan favorite, a headliner of many pay per views… and a pleasure to write.

As for myself, I can only hope I offered positive energy to this fed. I strived to be a straight shooter when possible. Sure, I may have flown off the handle at times but I never did so in hate. I never bullshitted people and backstage politics were not my thing. It was always about respect for me, and treating others how I wanted to be treated. My goal was to always help the fed progress positively whenever I could. I was never about “winning” but more about the “experience” so to speak. This left me always feeling happy after every show and content. I pretty much had fun doing this, and have no regrets whatsoever. To anyone I may have upset during my time here, it was not intentional. I would buy you a beer if I could. To anyone I have had the opportunity to get to know.. Thank you. You will always be in my heart.

Thank you everyone again. The countdown was a long time coming, but it has finally reached it’s end.
-Obi

R.I.P
Toby “Oblivion” Hunter