HH 2010: Hollywood vs Creed (Natural title Ladder)

[Ben Jacobs]

RP LIMIT:
2 per person, per match

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10 pt. rp bonus for your 1st rp that is posted before 4pm (board time) on Tuesday, March 30th and scores 50 or higher.

RP DEADLINE:
Saturday, April 3rd @ 11:59pm (board time)

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Monday, April 5th @ 10am (board time)[/center]

[Jeffrey Hollywood]

- Climbing To Gold... Again

[Jeffrey Hollywood]

- A Natural Winner

[Creed Michaels]

THE GOSPEL
EPISODE 9.1
PATH: GLORY

{As the time draws near when Creed will step into the ring and face down a man of Hollywood-style vices, he takes great pleasure in wiping down his Natural Title. A title which he took by force from Nate Sipes. Now, he must make an ascent rather than his usual descent. This is on his mind as his follower HJ approaches.}

HJ - Master, I return.

Creed - Did you follow my plan to perfection?

HJ - Yes, Creed.

Creed - Is Carl…injured?

HJ - Yes, my master.

Creed - Is the injury…permanent?

{HJ doesn’t answer; only taking a deep breath. Creed looks up at him; his eyes filled with anger. Creed approaches him and squeezes his face with his right hand.}

Creed - Is…Carl…permanently…injured?

HJ - No, master.

{Creed’s nostrils flare as he shoves HJ away. He then turns his back to the supposed messiah; HJ with a look of sorrow.}

HJ - I’m sorry, Creed, but Gavelon prevented me from-

{Creed reaches back and slaps HJ across the face. As HJ rubs his stinging face, Creed smiles into the camera.}

Creed - You know, I take great pleasure in abusing the unworthy and undesirables of this company. In fact, it’s all I’ve done since I came to this misbegotten, little group. I’ve never… “lost” …a match during all this time and I plan on having that continue in the redneck institution known as Memphis, Tennessee. I shall make my way up instead of my preferred down, reach up and snatch off my…title.

{The smile fades as a thought crosses Creed’s mind: "Should I really be glorifying a hand-me-down from Nate Sipes?"}

Creed - Then again, what would be accomplished should I remain holder of the Natural Title? I’d be held down like a worthless, shell of a human being. Honestly, I think someone like Jeffrey Hollywood is more suited for the job. I mean, Nate did it for so long and look at what happened to him: the stress finally got to him and then so did we. Even before him, there was Doug Gavelon who was put away for several months from an individual almost as great as me…Havoc. The difference between me and him however is that I’m not insane enough to put up my career in any setting. I’d never do something so foolish as rob my true believers of my message each and every week. So, Jeffy, this says to me that maybe it isn’t to hold onto a worthless trinket such as this for too long. Maybe, just maybe, there’s something more important for me. Something more than a title belt. Something…like the recognition of putting every last member of the locker room on the shelf.

{The smile reappears on the mad monk’s face; even thinking of causing massive pain to others.}

Creed - So, Jeffy, if somehow you manage to win the race to the top of the ladder, you can have this undesirable piece of gold as I will ascend even higher than you. However, know this: for every rung that you climb, for every step that you take, it will cost you a pint of not just your blood but that of your beloved. Oh yes, Jeffy, Maya will be at my side as she always shall be and will take great pleasure in performing some…minor surgery…on Heather’s precious, little face. And after I’ve finished letting you watch, I shall do the same unto you. In the end, both of you will look as if a crazed animal has ripped your face to pieces and left you as no more human than a cold, calculating machine. You will have no eyes; no ears; no nostrils; no lips; no smile to speak of; the only indication that life still exists in your shell will be the sucking noises of the feeding tube. That way, you and Heather may live together for a period of time, suffer together for as long as it takes and then finally dying together. You, Jeffy, will witness exactly why I am vastly superior to you and your stupidity.

{Creed passes the Natural Title off to HJ as he approaches a door. Slowly, he turns the knob and opens it.}

HJ - Master, should we speak any more on this match?

Creed - No, my faithful minion. Let Jeffy throw out his lungs as he tries to explain the eve of his destruction away. I save my true work, my gospel, for the squared circle. If anyone wants me to say anything else, then they can pay me by buying a ticket and watching me murder Jeffy Hollywood firsthand. Now, if you’ll excuse me…

{Creed opens the door further; revealing Maya hanging from hooks dug into her back, hips and chest; strapped in the middle of the room.}

Creed - …I’ve left Maya hanging out long enough.

{Creed approaches her as she raises her head.}

Maya - Pleasure me, lover.

{Creed quickly slaps her across the face before forcing her to her knees; causing the hooks to tear out of her back. Despite this, she barely even sighs.}

Creed - Never try to command me, my little wh*re.

Maya - Yes, Creed.

{Maya raises her head and begins almost inhaling Creed’s midsection. Creed soon grabs her head with both hands. HJ closes the door before the words “open your mouth” are heard from within the room.}