Unbroken: BFG vs Crucible (Hog Wild Titles)

[Ben Jacobs]

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Sunday, May 30th @ 11:59 PM CST (board time)

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["Sensational" CJ Swanson]

(The scene opens on a set of golden doors. Sprawled across them are the letters “C-J-S.” Suddenly, the doors burst open as several model-esque women quickly run through. After they do, CJ Swanson steps into the doorway to look out after them.)

CJS: I invite you bimbos over and you have the NERVE to ask if I’ll win at the PPV? You wh*res make me sick!

(A gorgeous, dark-haired Hispanic woman tries to tip toe around him but CJ turns to her and wags his finger at her.)

CJS: No, you can stay. I have some…well-laid plans…in store for you.

(The woman has a devious smile cross her face. It soon fades as CJ holds up his tag title belt and roughly tosses it on her shoulder.)

CJS: Hold my belt, b*tch.

(As she grimaces from the slight pain she feels, CJ turns back to the camera with a determined look on his face.)

CJS: I have been disrespected early and often in this company but this latest offense is something that I truly can’t stand. It’s one thing to grant a group of hungry, young challengers a chance to lose to us, the champs, on the biggest stage of them all. It’s quite another thing to put our careers and our lives in harm’s way just because a deranged lunatic asked for a bloodbath.

(CJ turns back to the woman and starts to forcefully poke the title belt over her shoulder; hurting her even more as he continues his point.)

CJS: You see this title? It’s a title that reads “RCW Hog Wild Wrestling Tag Team Champion.” Let me reiterate that middle world: WRESTLING. Not “smack a guy from behind with a kendo stick and then set his house on fire.” If it did read that, then Creed and HJ would be the two losers to hold them. However, since it does say “Wrestling,” I think it’s right where it belongs.

(CJ takes his hand away from the belt and starts grinding his hands together.)

CJS: But still, Josh and I must defend the belts against these two Crucible degenerates who don’t truly deserve a shot. Why? The last time I checked, challengers need to actually team on a regular basis to earn a shot. That rule doesn’t apply to the champs as when you hold the gold and are Bred for Glory, you can do whatever you want…as we’ve been proving since this group was first formed. We have beaten the best and showed that when you’re meant for greatness, when you’re Bred for Glory, the world is your oyster and everyone but you sucks.

(CJ smirks as he places his hands at his hips. His smirk soon fades as he thinks back to the stipulations for his tag title defense at Unbroken.)

CJS: Of course, when we allowed a loser like Creed to choose the stipulation, we figured he’d actually choose something that would test his skills against ours. You know, an athletic contest to see who is better. What do we get instead? A G****MN SADISTIC BLOOD MATCH! A match where you can’t take the fall until you make your opponent bleed! It’s ridiculous, unnecessary and if the titles weren’t at stake, I’d tell Josh to just sit back for the night and enjoy watching Jeff end Doug Gavelon’s title reign. However, we aren’t about to hand the titles over so we will play your little game, Creed, and we’ll beat you at it. I don’t enjoy having to get my hands bloody but I have no problem ensuring that it’s your blood instead of mine. Josh and I will show you and your mindless drone the difference between true talent and juvenile delusion. You guys are in over your heads against our talents and you will be embarrassed in Pittsburgh at Unbroken. Creed, HJ, you will both find out in the Sadistic Blood match why Josh and I are Sensational, Amazing, the best tag team to ever grace an RCW ring, the best tag team champs money can by and Bred for Glory while you two are nothing more than gothic, punk trash.

(The woman looks over her shoulder as she appears to still be in pain as CJ turns his attention back to her.)

CJS: Before I go, allow me to introduce you to someone very near and dear to my heart.

(The woman smiles as CJ locks eyes with her. Quickly, he snatches the title belt from her as she winces in pain and holds it up to the camera.)

CJS: She weighs fifteen pounds, her name is Goldie and she’s something that you’ll never hold in your hands…no matter how much you bleed out for her.

(As the woman pouts, CJ turns back to her and snaps his fingers; signaling for her to follow him back into the condo. He turns around and walks in as the woman looks into CJ’s home and then glances at the exit. She starts to motion for the latter before a voice is heard from inside.)

CJS: You walk away from me and not only will you have 1000 less dollars but I’ll have you black listed. By this time tomorrow, you’ll be on your knees and getting paid with rotten cheese. You’ll be living in a dumpster and have a rat as a roommate. Now, make the right decision and let me pump that big a** up.

(A tear runs down her cheek as she slowly walks back into the condo; closing the door behind her. A muffled voice is soon heard through the doors.)

CJS: That a girl...now open your mouth.

[Creed Michaels]

THE GOSPEL
EPISODE 14.1
TIME: ENDGAME

{Inside the dark labyrinth of the Vastly Superior Madman, stands the very same individual: Creed Michaels and he is flanked by the Messiah of Destruction Hardcore Jesus and the Crucible Concubine Maya. Together, they give a collective, sadistic smile to the seals watching at home. Only the master, standing at the center of the Crucible members, purses his lips together to speak.}

Creed: The day has finally come where the minority shall overtake the majority. The day has finally come when the downtrodden strong shall finally overcome the high class weak. The day has finally come…for the blood of Bred for Glory to be spilled by the Crucible.

{Creed takes a step forward as the other two members cross their arms.}

Creed: There is a reason why I chose a Sadistic Blood Match, CJ. I’m not interested in finding out “who the better man is” as I already know the answer to that is Creed Michaels. No, I’m interested to know just how much you and your delinquent partner Josh Davis are willing to sacrifice in order to keep the Hog Wild Tag Team Titles. Are you truly willing to suffer, bleed and even die to defend your honor and your titles? Do you really think you have what it takes to put your own bodies through hell, even more so than us, in order to stay on top of the tag team division?

{Creed shakes his head in disagreement.}

Creed: I, sincerely, have my doubts. You’ve certainly been able to give as much punishment as you have received in recent weeks…but we have cost you much, much more damage and distraught than you have us. Not only do I remain undefeated, never submitting and never pinned in an honest contest, but we managed to back you into a corner and allow us to name the stipulation for your team’s downfall. You became so desperate for revenge that you allowed the devil incarnate to open the doors to you for his chamber of horrors. Josh, CJ, neither of you can win in this type of setting and deep down you both know it.

{Creed steps back as HJ steps up; the sadistic smile never leaving his face.}

HJ: CJ, you can complain all you want about the match you’re now in but it’ll never help you overcome the odds. We are simply too good and too eager for blood to lose such a match…while you chase random women around and Josh remains with his brother; allowing his nose to become more and more brown as the day grows on. You arrogant punks aren’t deserving of so prestigious a title of tag team champions. That honor should be given to two men who are willing to fight, suffer, claw, struggle and die for the privilege of proving that they’re better than everyone else. A team…like the Crucible. Both of you will suffer all night long in the Sadistic Blood Match as the seals slap their flippers together and scream “MORE! MORE!” For once, we shall, gladly, oblige them. We will tear you apart; bit by bit; limb by bloody limb. When we’re done, you shall both have to look within yourselves and the sorry states you call souls, reach out and touch faith.

{Creed steps up again and hits an elbow to HJ’s midsection; signaling for him to step back. HJ does so immediately.}

Creed: Josh, CJ, you two will be the final nail in the coffin of this war. In fact, it was already over before it began. Why, you ask? Because of the goals set forth by both sides. You and the rest of BFG were merely fighting for a bit of turf; for your own, little patch of turf in RCW. We crusaders of the Crucible have much greater desires. We desire conquest; control; ultimate control. By taking you out of the equation, we accomplish part of that. By holding important titles according to RCW, we can check off another portion of that. By moving on to bigger and better things beyond the Sadistic Blood Match…we fulfill our destiny of reshaping RCW in MY image. Enjoy your permanent stay in the ICU, boys, as I will greatly enjoy leading the Crucible to new horizons of power in this company. As you do, always remember what happens when you cross someone who is Vastly Superior to you.

{Creed turns away as he and the Crucible exit their dungeon; preparing for the bloody battle to come.}