SD 61: Vash vs Hardcore Jesus

[Ben Jacobs]

Post rps below.

ATTENTION!!!
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Thursday, May 13th @ 11:59 PM CST (board time)

Match & Segment Deadline:
Friday, May 14th @ 10AM CST. (board time)

[Creed Michaels]

{Within the confines of the Crucible’s “Fortress of Solitude,” Hardcore Jesus paces back and forth in front of the camera; showing disgust and anger in his demeanor. He finally stops and glares at the camera.}

HJ: I go nearly a year without being cleared to compete in a real match and yet now, because “golden boy” Vash made a challenge, it’s suddenly okay for me to endanger my knee and head for the enjoyment of the marks in the audience? This is truly ridiculous and reeks of a conspiracy against my Lord Creed and the entire Crucible. These Bred for Glory pr*cks waltz in; talking about how “high and mighty” they all are. It gives AJ and Ben a bee in their bonnets and they feel the need to hand these mongoloids anything they want.

{HJ runs his fingers through his hair as he takes a moment to compose himself.}

HJ: Very well then, I shall go out there and take down the Natural Champion. I shall do my duty for the Crucible and take BFG down a few notches as I beat one of their more…celebrated…members. This supposed Last Man Standing who didn’t even come close against a pretty boy like Doug Gavelon on two occasions. Oh yes…we’ll see just how long Vash can stand when I beat him into the ground and make him sorry for ever challenging me to this match. I may not be cleared to wrestle but since that didn’t stop the higher-ups from making this match, it won’t stop me from snapping Vash’s thick, turkey neck. You want to exude violence and pain, Vash? All you have to do is look at my record and you’ll see a long line of broken bodies and wasted lives. Hell, I beat Early Beauchamp so bad that he became a metrosexual punk afterward. I destroyed En Fuego’s fat and bloated body so bad that he only pops up to induct some other unworthy a**hole into the Circle of Legends. Who have you ever beaten that badly, Vash, where my Lord Creed wasn’t present to do most of the work for you?

{HJ grinds his hands together as he flashes an evil smile.}

HJ: Vash, I truly hope you’re ready for the pain that I shall deliver because it will make you sorry for forcing me to come back without proper clearance. I shall walk into that ring at Southern Dynamite and prove that even at half strength, I’m better than you when you’re at full strength. Vash, at Southern Dynamite, I shall force you to reach out and touch faith.

{As HJ finishes talking, Creed steps in from a light-filled room; closing the door behind him. He walks over and grabs HJ by the back of the neck.}

Creed: My minion, how goes the preparations?

HJ: Fine, my Lord.

Creed: I don’t believe you said very much for this week. Why is that?

HJ: Because I think I do better “talking” in the ring than on television.

Creed: Very true…but make sure, next time, not to whine so much about your d*mn health. I can’t have my followers being though of as crying, weak children. If you continue to do so, I’ll be forced to correct you…permanently.

{HJ bows his head as he slightly nods in agreement. He raises his head as a thought comes across his mind.}

HJ: Master, how goes the conversion of our newest believer?

{The notorious, evil smile crosses Creed’s lips.}

Creed: He is nearly ready, HJ. If need be, we may use his services this week. For our enemies’ sake, I’m hoping it won’t come to that.

{Creed starts to laugh as he drags HJ across the room and back through the door in which he came; filling the room with darkness as he exits.}