SD 47: Creed Michaels vs Nathan Sanders

[Ben Jacobs]

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RP DEADLINE:
MONDAY, Oct. 26th @ 11:59 PM CST (board time)

Match & segment deadline is Wednesday, Oct. 28th @ 10AM CST. (board time)

[Creed Michaels]

THE GOSPEL
EPISODE 1.1
LOCATION: UNDISCLOSED

{Inside a darkened, dingy cellar, surrounded by leaky pipes, mangled cobwebs and the sounds of rats, sits a man. A small spot of light shines on his lowered face; loose hairs from his mohawk run down to his nose; his left leg positioned out straight with his right bent up to his abdomen; his left hand in his pocket with his right resting on his knee. Even with his white coat on, no dirt seems to smudge it. Creed, the man who promises to show his superiority in RCW, has arrived.}

Creed - There are those who say that first impressions are everything in their so brief periods of life and I couldn't agree more. Many faulter under the pressure while others seize the moment and create their own version of history. In this business, you need to make the people, no matter how backward or how gullible, take notice of you immediately. I know that I've accomplished this already and I've done it on my first night. The marks who sit behind the barricade like trained seals, the so-called "noble heroes" behind the curtain and even those who would see fit to write me a paycheck, believe that I went too far in my first moments; "bullying," as they put it, Bettie Lee Rose.

{A smile, a soon-to-be notorious, evil smile, spreads itself across the face of Creed.}

Creed - If they think that my...correcting...of a nosy woman is going too far then I feel I should inform them that they haven't seen even one iota of what I have planned yet. Bettie was but the first to hear the gospel and her cries of sadness and fear has brought it to others. Soon, everyone shall hear my words and know them to be the truth because what I preach is gospel.

{The smile fades and Creed meticulously licks his lips; finding some sort of sadistic joy in it.}

Creed - For my first contest, for my first supposed competition, I have been given a distinct honor: destroying the supposedly tough guy Nathan Sanders. The czars of RCW feel that I should be treated like all the other despots that step into this company and feel that I must move my way up through the ranks. In order to do that, I must start with the lowliest of lowly regarded personnel under their contract.

{An angry sneer starts to form across Creed's face before he takes a deep breath, flicks his head back to move his hair to the side and sets his head back against the wall.}

Creed - Very well, I shall play in your system, RCW. I shall play in your system so that I can destroy it from the inside out. Nathan Sanders shall be the first but his rotten, bloated carcass certainly won't be the last. All of the marks' supposed heroes should take my destruction of Sanders as a warning to all: I am vastly superior to all of you and very soon, I shall run through all of you as easily as a spider would net and kill a fly.

{Creed begins to laugh maniacally as he lowers his head again. His laugh grows in volume as the light starts to dim before finally fading away.}