SD 59: Main Event- Hollywood/Divine vs Creed/Maya

[Ben Jacobs]

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[Creed Michaels]

THE GOSPEL
EPISODE 12.1
MEAL: LUNCH

{While a cloud doesn’t appear in the sky, darkness fills the soul of a man who knows himself to be Vastly Superior. In a way to spread his influence and bring his followers “out of hiding,” Creed Michaels has taken his concubine Maya out to a high-class café; filled with the filthy rich, wealthy sc*m that Creed so despises. Creed and Maya look over the contents of their table as they wait on service; becoming disgusted at the entire situation. Creed looks on at the camera; a look of absolute disgust on his face.}

Creed - My Crucible, we have met the enemy and it is them.

{Creed turns his head and glares at the upper class; enjoying their lunch; not even paying the deranged messiah any attention.}

Creed - These corporate suits that are supposedly “better than us” just love to come here and enjoy their midday meal. They congregate with others like them; speak on how they have numerous overseas deals in the works; how they raised their net worth a half percent by handing a dozen workers a pink slip. Every last one of them has sold their souls for the almighty dollar and has no problems looking down on others for the misery they’ve caused them.

{Creed turns back to the camera as Maya tosses their complimentary breadsticks towards several of the café-goers; finally disturbing them…for the moment.}

Creed - Now, many of you nonbelievers may be saying, “But Creed, you take great pleasure in destroying other people’s lives. In the past several months, you’ve ended the careers of no less than three men. How can you speak of these monsters with such contempt when you, yourself, are one of them?” And you’re correct in that regard; I am a monster and have enjoyed causing pain to others. The difference though between me and these bloodsuckers behind me is that I do it…because I ENJOY IT!

{Creed slams his fist down on the table as he expresses his last point; the rich people behind him start to become more worried. Maya just responds by throwing more of the breadsticks at them. The lunch-goers try to get back to their meal as Creed’s shrill soliloquy continues.}

Creed - I grant my unworthy opponents unspeakable pain and suffering for the sheer satisfaction of witnessing them whine and cry for the rest of their miserable lives. Unlike these b*st*rds who seek and destroy to fatten their pockets; make themselves wealthy enough to buy a bigger, more exclusive jet; eat the finest caviar; drink the rarest wine; s***w the most enhanced women on the planet every night. My profit, my financial gain comes not from monetary value but from the enjoyment I’m granted from punishing someone who doesn’t deserve to share the same breath as me. Just ask Nate Sipes; ask Wacko Carl; ask Extreme Beavis; ask Josh Davis.

{His notoriously evil smile spreads across his face as Creed thinks back to his victims.}

Creed - Josh, I took great delight in ruining your “perfect” face last week and being granted the victory. By beating you within an inch of your life and by tearing you apart, limb from greasy limb, I was the victor last week. You may have been given an “official” nod by the puppets of RCW but you know as well as I know that you didn’t beat me; I BEAT ME! I allowed Hardcore Jesus the chance to forever scar your face and instead he partially burned my flesh. Up until that momentary mistake by my muscle, I had you beaten; defeated; demoralized; destroyed. The only reason you won’t admit it is because your concussed, little mind refuses to see the truth. I beat you, Josh, and you d*mn well know it!

{Wiping at his goatee, Creed never loses his smile as he describes last week’s events. The bigwigs behind him grow more and more concerned; some even reaching for their cell phones to signal the authorities. Maya quickly responds by screaming at them; forcing them to stop.}

Creed - Now, this week, I shall cut off the head of the snake as my sex slave and I take down Jeffrey Hollywood and his wh*re Heather Divine. Jeffrey, we’ve been down this same road before but, unlike last time, you can’t simply out-climb me to walk away with a paper victory. No, now you must try and place my shoulders to the mat or make me submit; neither has been accomplished without some sort of conspiracy or foul play involved as I’ve never been pinned based on my opponent’s merits nor have I ever said “I quit; I give up.” That’s because it’ll never happen as long as I have air in my lungs and it sure as hell won’t happen to a degenerate like you. Face it, Jeffrey: when it comes down to one-on-one; man-on-man; hand-to hand, you can’t beat me. I shall crush your pathetic soul and send you straight to hell on the grandest stage of all. And Jeffrey, once I do, you shall be exposed as the pompous, arrogant windbag that you truly are.

{Creed looks to Maya and signals for her to speak by waving his hand towards the camera. Instead, she continues to hiss and mock the other customers with great joy. After several moments of not turning around, Creed yanks her by the hair and brings her head against the table. At first, she exhibits pain but her look quickly turns to pleasure; licking her lips as she glares at her beloved. Creed releases her and again points to the camera as he signals for the waitress; at first, unwilling to serve the mastermind and his concubine but still willing to do her job.}

Maya - Dear, dear Heather, you fancy yourself a great athlete, don’t you? You love telling everyone how you’ve beaten all of the other female wrestlers in this company. Well, guess what, Heather? I’m NOT a wrestler. I couldn’t give a d*mn on the difference between a wristlock and a wristhingych and I take great pleasure in that. So, Heather, you may have beaten the other b*tchy wrestlers but you haven’t beaten a fighter like me. I’m not a catch-as-catch-can athlete but someone who will fight you; tooth, nail and claw. I would just as soon gouge your eyes out as lock up with you; bite your cheek off as gain a headlock; choke the life out of you as pin your shoulders to the mat.

{Slowly, the waitress makes her way to the table as Creed grows impatient; continually wagging his finger towards him with more and more vigor each time.}

Maya - So, Heather, I hope you haven’t counted on a technical masterpiece as I plan on making our encounter an ungodly, ugly, destructive brawl. I shall beat the living hell out of you so that you shall look as ugly as I see the world; so ugly that not even Hollywood himself would a dollar bill down your a**-cr**k before f**king your tiny brain out. I will make you suffer, Heather, and I’ll enjoy every moment of it.

{Finally, the waitress makes it to Creed’s table.}

Waitress - Yes, sir?

Creed - I require a bottle of champagne so that I may burn this place to the ground.

{The waitress stares at Creed in shock; his look remaining one of calm.}

Waitress - I’m sorry, sir…but I can’t do that.

Creed - You shall either do so or I shall rip the flesh from your body and make a fine stew of it. Understand?

{Almost in tears, the waitress can just barely nod her head in agreement before running off. Creed then turns back once more to the camera.}

Creed - Hollywood, Divine, I want you to spend as much time together as possible before our match this week as it’s the last time you’ll see each other…before the reconstructive surgery. Enjoy each other’s already modified bodies as much as possible because they will soon be turned to ash. You will both look, sound and feel like nothing more than gutter-level garbage once we’re done with our…modifications.

{Quickly, the waitress hands Creed a bottle of champagne before running throughout the café yelling “FIRE!” Panic quickly spreads as all the rich, soulless swine run for their wicked lives. Creed quickly removes the cork from the bottle as Maya hands him her napkin. He pours some of the alcohol on it before placing it into the bottle. Maya then pulls out a lighter from her side pocket and lights the soaked rag; Creed tossing it into the café; setting it ablaze. Nobody is present to be harmed by the Molotov cocktail but Creed still stands victorious nonetheless; standing in front of the camera with his twisted grin spread widely.}

Creed - Hollywood, much like this place of greed and intolerance, your life and the life of your little minx is about to go up in flames.

{Creed’s laughter echoes throughout the streets as he and Maya calmly walk away.}

[Jeffrey Hollywood]

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