Meltdown (Episode 2): DC vs Strife w/ Dr Creed

[TheRealDC]

*D.C. is shown from the waist up wearing a hoodie. The hood is pulled up and underneath it he is wearing a white bandana. A little bit of his hair is sticking out of the bandana and is hanging in front of his face.*

D.C.:OH HELL YEAH!!!

*D.C. gets a big smile on his face, as he takes the hood and pulls it back down. His hair falls to the sides of his face as he begins talking.*

D.C.:We are now, on the second helping of WZCW! After *D.C. makes a popping noise with his mouth* popping WZCW's cherry a few weeks ago, people are begging. Begging to see what? To see me? Sex and Violence, Gus, Strife, Craig, Aries, Downward Spiral, Chuck Myles nutsack??? Whatever the hell it is, people, want it! They need it, and this week, its gonna happen again, second rounds on me bitches. Main Event. Right there in the spot light, the names at the top of the card. D.C. vs the 7 foot Alter boy, and his 6'2" Priest... Strife, you laid me out with a chair shot. But trust me man, you, are not through with me, not yet by a long shot.

*D.C. starts to sway a little bit*

D.C.:See Strife, you don't talk, you let your priest do the taking. So, the only thing that leads me to believe is that you, are afraid to speak. Such a huge man, you probably talk like Elmo. Meanwhile, your priest is standing behind you, rubbing your butt cheeks, trying to get you all warmed and primed up for your match. The sorry bastard only gives you a candle to play with.

*D.C. stops and turns around grabbing a candle. He lights, it and crosses his eyes, and he begins to drool on himself.*

D.C.:so... so.... so pwitty.... me wuv you candweel

*D.C. throws the candle down to the ground, and points at the camera*

D.C.:Gimme me a f***ing break. You want to strike fear into people, you want to make them cringe. You want them to be in 'awe'. But you and the Priest are forgetting about one thing. ME! I don't back down from any fight. I don't have to "Bend Reality", to make you look like a BITCH!

*D.C. looks around*

D.C.:Yeah, yeah I took a shot at Gus. I'm sorry!

*D.C. looks back at the camera*

D.C.:Strife, the Man-Child. That... just sounds so wrong... then again... Man-child... *D.C. holds his left hand out*

D.C.:Priest... *D.C. holds his right hand out to balance things*

D.C.:kinda makes sense when you think about it...

*D.C. puts his hands back down to his sides and continues talking.*

D.C.:Last time Creed you called me, D.C.A., Desperate Cry for Attention. Your missing the big picture here. See I'm looking to make my mark here in WZCW. Its not secret. I have a big mouth on me, I love talking $#!+, I love getting at people. I'm annoying the living hell out of you, and its working. I have you and Strife at attention....

*D.C. flinches for a second*

D.C.:That didn't sound right...

*D.C. shakes it off and looks back at the camera*

D.C.:See, you and your 7ft Mangina, are missing the big picture. You two, ARE the big picture. I'm personally going to use you two as a stepping stone. What better way, then to open the eyes of all the fans, then for them to see me skinny ass, take out both of your asshats in the middle of the ring. Creed, if you want to talk, lace up the boots old man. I don't give a DAMN! Strife, or you, I don't care. These fans, fuel my fire. I burn on adrenaline. I won't stop, and can't stop. So long as the fans keep cheering. So, if you want to shut me up, shut the fans up. Go ahead and use chair shots, go ahead and use weapons, go ahead and bust me open, give me that goddamn crimson mask! It won't matter. So long as I have a breath in my lungs, I'm coming after you.

*D.C. stops for a second. Savors the moment. He looks at the camera with a serious look on his face.*

D.C.:Don't ask me why, and don't bother trying to find out. I just have to...

 

[Downward Spiral]

MAIN EVENT:

DC vs Strife w/ Dr. David Creed​

- There is one question on everyone's minds as they ponder this match: who, or anyone, can stop Strife? This monster has begun a warpath of destruction, and DC looks to be in his sights. But as DC proved last week, he can match it with Strife, but one on one might be a different story. Strife got on the winning side of the ledger last week, and is DC going to be able to stop him from doing it again? Dr. Creed will have to control himself in this match after being thrown out of Strife's last match, but there's no doubting that he is a formidable asset for Strife. DC will have to overcome this one on his own, but can the 200-pound high flyer, possibly even consider defeating this 7-foot giant? One thing's for sure, DC is going to fight this one to the death...maybe even literally. Can DC overcome the odds, or will Strife simply manhandle his way to victory? Tune in to Meltdown to find out!

RP's due Friday 13th July, Midnight US EST.

Keep all RP's in here.

 

[TheRealDC]

*D.C. is shown sitting backstage... he is look at his watch... he is sitting in his own room on a chair. Some clothes are tossed on the floor and a duffel bag is sitting beside his feet on the floor. D.C. sighs a little bit as he looks at the camera.*

D.C.:You know... WZCW was supposed to be it for me. This was the stage that I wanted to perform at. This is the place that I wanted to test my skills at. This is the place, that struck me as "the place to be for some competition." Now, being in the Main Event has its advantages. But, when the person your wrestling has failed to show up to appearances, it kind of wears thin on you. So... the only thing left for me to do is... say whats on my mind...

*D.C. stands up and moves his body around like he is getting loose for a match. He stands still for a second takes a deep breath and looks at the camera... he begins to do his characteristic sway.*

D.C.:Strife, I think you are afraid of me... nah, nah, in fact, I know your afraid of me. You think, because your a seven foot walking unable to speak giant, that my little ass is just going to walk away from the fight. Like I don't have anything to prove to you. Your little son of a preacher man thinks, just let this sorry S.O.B. talk eventually he will just shut up and realize that the pain Strife will inflict on me will keep me down. Well, both of your asses are wrong. Dead wrong. In fact, I'm going to go so bold as to say Strife doesn't want to wrestle me. He knows, that I'm not going to back down. I'm not going to stop, until his gigantic Jolly Green ass is laid out in the middle of the ring, with me pinning his body for the one, two, three. It's hard to cut a promo when someone hardly gives you anything to work with. So if you two are scared... just say so...

*D.C. sighs for a little bit*

D.C.:Unless this is your idea of head games... give em the old silent treatment. If thats the case, then your attempts at keep me quiet are just starting to wear thin on my patience. You see, I don't care if you don't want to say anything. That doesn't bother me. The fact, that you won't say anything does. If your going to ignore me... then I hope you can still live with the fact that I am right about you. You p***ies don't even have a set of balls on you. If you did.... IF... you did...

*D.C. starts to point at the camera with his head turned. But can't finish the sentence...*

D.C.:You know what. I take it all back.... Mission accomplished... you shut me up... You want a silent treatment... then I'll play on the same level. Only this time... I'll put a price on it. Since you two don't want to say anything, I'll give you a reason to say something. Strife... Creed... if I don't walk out this week, with a victory... I'll quit...

*D.C. lets out another quiet sigh*

D.C.:Did you hear me Strife... your a giant, so your Dumbo ears must have picked that up...

*D.C. gets a very serious looks on his face, and screams into the camera*

D.C.:IF YOU BEAT ME! I F***ING QUIT!

*D.C. pushes the camera aside, grabs his duffel bag from off the floor and walks to the door, he opens it fast and slams the door behind him as the camera fades out.*

 

[Shocky]

The camera turns down from a ceiling, to reviel Doctor David Creed standing alone inside of a white room. Creed looks around, and holds his hands out to his side, looks around some more, and sighs.

Creed: Well, here we are. One week into WZCW, and already a power change at the top. This is fine, because it is now that much easier to impress the new power of this company. So, with this new power in charge, they recognize talent right away, and that is my Demon Strife. Strife, the hand of God's Wrath himself, set forth to change this company all by his lonesome, and with my guidance.

Creed looks down, and begins to laugh. He looks back at the camera, witha sickening grin, which suddenly snaps to a scowl.

Creed: You don't like silence, do you D.C. You love to hear the sound of your own voice, rambling on about this is your passion, this is your life, you do it for the fans, blah blah blah. You, like most people, don't understand the beauty of Silence. Silence is Golden. It allows calmness, peace, understanding. It allows you to listen to the Voice of God, and listen to what he wishes you to do. I Love the Silence. With Silence as a weapon, you drive impatient irrational people like you to say stupid things.

So, if you don't win, you are going to quit WZCW. A real shame, seeing as you may have talent. But, you will not escape my wrath that easily D.C. Strife, who is in this very building right now, is going to be the messenger of the Lord. You D.C., should feel blessed. You are simply the first to be cleansed. After we are through with you, you will have the great power of the Lord running threw your body. You should be thanking us, DC. You are first, and not last. You can now start your career over a new man, and then ascend to the top of WZCW.

You see D.C., you simply don't understand my mission here. It's not about wins or losses, or useless trinckets of gold. It is about pain and punishment for all of those that are sinners. It is about cleansing those that put their pride ahead of their passion. After Strife is done beating you within an inch of your pathetic no good life, whose to say I won't tell Strife to lie on his back while you cover him.

Creed begins to laugh again.

Creed: You see D.C. there will be no easy escape for you. Winning and Losing matters nothing to me. Week in, and week out, we are going to hunt you, beat you, and break you. You may get the win, but it matters nothing. We will keep coming, and coming, and finally, you will beg me to call of my monster.

Pride cometh before the fall D.C. Once you have ridded yourself of foolish pride, then, and only then, will you be able to move on to greater things. You have a lot of pride, a lot of hate in your body. Me, I do the work of the Lord himself. I am the Hand of God, and Strife is the weapon I use to strike those that stand in my path down. The sooner you reailze that Strife is simply a tool to be used by me, the better off you maybe. Strife isnt the one you have to worry about, I am. I have singled you out, and I am the only one that can stop Strife from tearing you limb from limb.

The only way it will stop, is not with a chair shot, and another, and another to your flesh. The only way you can stop me, is by getting on your knees and begging for mercy, and then, only then, will I consider calling my Demon off of you. This is only the beginning D.C., it is only the beginning.

Creed begins to laugh once more, and the camera fades to black.