High Stakes: Nate Sipes vs Creed Michaels

[Ben Jacobs]

Post RPs below.

RP Limit

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2 per person/per match

RP Deadline[/u]
Saturday, Feb. 13th @ 11:59pm (board time)

Match/Segment Deadline[/u]
Monday, Feb 15th @ 10:00am (board time)

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[Nate Sipes/The New Level]

[The white snow can cover all like a frozen blanket. Right or wrong; rich or poor; all is covered by the snow. The only way to make it out of the frozen hell is to dig through and walk out. Nate Sipes thought he knew what Hell was like during his dealings with the FOE last year. He now knows that it can be much worse. Over the last month, he’s found a personal hell at the Boys and Girls Club and a frozen hell back home in Pennsylvania. Soon, it’ll be his time to climb out of Hell and melt away all the problems that have plagued him ever since he first came into contact with the demon known as Creed Michaels.]

2/11/10
Curwensville, PA
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~This is the only good thing about the weather this time of year: it gives me a great chance to get some training in outside. I kind of wish I didn’t have to train this hard. I wish that Creed was on the level of a Cletus Beauchamp or a Juvinal because then it’d be no problem for me to take his life. Because he’s as finely-tuned as he is, I’ll have to work at it for a while before his eyes go cold and he passes away in my arms.~

[Nate comes across a deeper portion of the snow and nearly loses his balance. He recovers and continues on his trek.]

~I can’t believe some people’s reactions to me. They’re all wondering why I’m so upset when it was Maya who broke up with me. Like that’s a reason to say that she deserves this kind of treatment? Not even close! Nobody, not even the lowliest dog, would deserve this kind of treatment; let alone a woman who’s made a few mistakes in her life. Just because we’re no longer together doesn’t mean I don’t still care about her. In fact, a part of me always will. She gave me a joy that nobody, not even the rest of the 7DA, could give me. While it’s given me a chance to be a more serious wrestler again, I know I’ll never get that joy back until my career ends and that won’t be for a long, long time. Even if she decides to go her own way after I beat the hell out of Creed, at least she’ll have her freedom again. That’ll be my parting gift to her: freedom from the abuse and torture that Creed’s put her through and which I may have lead to by bringing her into this business.~

[Nate pushes past the halfway point of the lake; taking a moment for a deep breath before moving on.]

~You know, I will truly enjoy beating Creed at the pay-per-view. Even if Maya wasn’t involved, it would be a pleasure just to end the violent run of that sc*mb*g. He’s beaten every one of his opponents up and down since he came here. It’s no wonder that he’s hooked up with HJ since then. We’ve seen both of them lay guys like Cletus Beauchamp, En Fuego, Nathan Sanders, Matt Cook, Dewey Bird and Lenny Lansing out for weeks if not months or even forever. We’ve seen it happen week after week; month after month. Nobody’s been able to step up and put an end to it. That’s the other incentive I have to beat him: to end this over-the-top violence to every member of the RCW locker room. It’s time he learned to treat his opponents and even citizens with respect. If he wants to embrace violence then he’ll love what I give him at High Stakes. He’ll see what true violence is all about because I’ll scramble his brains with my knees before taking his head off with my elbows. In a way, I’ll be the revenge of every victim Creed and HJ has violated during the past year. For every Nathan Sanders, for every En Fuego…for every Maya, their day has come.~

[Nate starts to struggle as he gets closer and closer to the end. The sweat pours down his face. He breathes heavily but then lets out a fiery scream before pushing through the pain; carrying the heavy log on his back; making it to the end of the lake before finally setting the log down on the bank. He gathers himself before his thoughts return.]

~I have to win. For myself, for Maya, for everyone. This has to end and it’ll have to end at my hand. That midget b*st*rd will finally taste defeat and I hope it’ll leave so bitter a taste in his mouth that he’ll crawl up into a ball and never come back. I know that no one would miss a creature such as him. Without a puppet to master, HJ will wither away and die. By beating Creed, I shall finally end this madness and steer RCW back into a more glorious age once again. A time of truth; a time of justice; a time of purity.~

[Nate recovers enough to make his way up the snow bank, past the trees and to the main road. There, he finds his car and slowly makes his way to the driver’s side. He gets in and turns on the defroster. As he drives off, he looks to make sure one important piece of paper is still in the passenger’s seat. It is; a plane ticket; to Las Vegas; one way.]

[Creed Michaels]

THE GOSPEL
EPISODE 6.1
SYNDROME: STOCKHOLM

{Inside the now infamous dungeon that Creed Michaels, his supporter Hardcore Jesus and a captive Maya call home, Creed stands underneath a fading spotlight; laughing as HJ stands behind him. Absent is Maya: Creed’s favorite plaything the past month. Creed’s laugh falls silent as he speaks his mind.}

Creed - Nathan, I hear that you’re in deep training for our own private, little war on Sunday. Believe me; it brings me great joy to know that you think of me such a threat that you would crush your back with dead weight just to beat me. It gives me even greater strength to know that the man who is currently known as the longest reigning champion in RCW history is afraid of the power that the future Champion of all Eternity wields in his hands.

{Creed lifts his hands up; quite pleased with the work he’s done with them. Slowly, he moves them back to his sides.}

Creed - I’m sure you’re wondering where the dear departed soul known as Maya is being contained. I can assure you that the girl is not being harmed…unless she requests it. You see, as has been the case throughout history, Maya has grown to enjoy her captivity; to accept both me and the Messiah of Destruction as her new way of life. It came to a point where I’d hold her head into a container of scalding-hot water and when I’d pull her up, like a pledge trying his hand at a fraternity, she asked for more. “It’s not hot enough!” she screamed out and so I turned up the heat from the stove. I stuck her head back in and laughed as her muffled screams came up. I’d pull her up after being fully satisfied and she’d be smiling. I’ve truly changed her for the better, Nathan, and she is eternally grateful for it. I can attest to the fact that she’s shown me her gratitude on many a night.

{Creed flicks his tongue out for a moment; partially describing his memory of events.}

Creed - Some nights, I’m simply not able to keep up with her long enough. It’s now apparent why you couldn’t handle her, Nate: she’s a wild stallion who needed broken. I’ve done that and now she will follow me. I now own her; mind, body and soul. Don’t believe me? You’ll soon find out in Sin City.

{Creed holds his right hand to his chin and starts to stroke his goatee; his left arm underneath his right; supporting it.}

Creed - As for our battle, Nate, you’ve already lost. I’ve been winning the psychological battle so badly these past weeks that it doesn’t even seem fair. I’d be more challenged by a simple child with an attitude than by you. The end of the night is already set in stone: you will lie motionless on the mat; I will hold the Natural Title to the heavens; Maya will still be mine. Nate, you can preach as much about purity as you want because at High Stakes, I will prove to be vastly superior to you.

{Creed begins his maniacal laugh; the spotlight soon fades away, as if to signal the end of one man’s reign.}