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Dreams...
Topic Started: Nov 20 2007, 12:31 AM (35 Views)
Creed
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Ever since the Triple Threat Number Contenders match for the EWF TV Title at Xtreme Collision, Creed hasn't been seen or heard from. The disturbed individual has crawled into the deepest recess' of darkness. As the time seems to tick, each second begins to become more important, Creed's plan to unleashed his anger to the world is shaping up. His violence and brutality has started to ran rampid to the EWF as can be seen at his said match at Xtreme Collision. Remorse and Respect is definitely out of the question for Creed. There truly isn't a thing that can hold him back. And now with his jumped to Revolution, nothing but Pain, and Agony await anybody that feels they can handle Creed.

We open up going down a flight of rather disturbing stairs. The putrid smell of mildew stings our nostrils as we slowly cascade down a case of severely damaged stairs. With each step the old rotted wood lets out a creak. Nothing but dust could be seen. A huge layer of dust clings to the limestone walls as does the mold thats been growing for some time. Whats left of the walls paper remains torn and tattered. The once bright dry wall sits stained yellow for years of abuse huge chunks of dry wall sit missing exposing unsafe wires that barely keep this place illuminated. we finally reach the bottom of the stairs. in front of us is a old wooden door. A once bright metal plaque "Boiler Room" But now the rusted out piece of steel reads "Boil.. ro.."

The old boiler room door, This is your typical wooden door, of course this door has seen better days as of now the hinges are rusted as is the door knob.The window in the door is shattered only supported in with metal mesh. The cameraman reaches out to turn the rusted out door knob. With a loud creak the door slowly opens. Inside we see the vermin and other nocturnal critters scurry from the light heading to what they call home. Sitting on what appears to be a old world war one trunk is Creed. Creed sits there his feet dangle off as his back rest against the all. The putrid smell multiplies with the door opening. Creed gently bops his feet back and fourth as he dressed per usual, he dons a black bandana. A black "Slipknot" t-shirt. A black leather studded belt. Torn and tattered black jeans and some vintage, Black Converse Chuck Taylor All Stars. Creed looks up and his left hazel eye is accentuated with black eyeliner as his expression is very firm and focused. He sits there as the darkness sets in, after about ten second he begins to speak..


Dreams... Everybody has them right? They're a haven of hope, A sanctuary to hide and escape the pain and hardships of everyday life, From the constant teasing at the school yard or the mental abuse put on from year of hardships. Dreams are the gateway to our youth a time of bliss and harmony for most but for me, My dreams are bile, disgusting face sits of my childhood. A gateway to my tormented soul. The by-product of a abusive father to a drunken mother who wouldn't hesitate to tell me I was a mistake.. According to her I ruined her life. I am the one who put the bottle and syringe to her hands. Well I'm sick of this strains I'm sick of the hardships I have endured. No more will I sit back and hear people down Creed. "What about Creed?" Well let me tell you, This new era in EWF isn't some cute publicity statement. I am here to make everyone's life a living hell! I WILL ACCOMPLISH THIS TASK!! It may not come easy but I will, With every goal there is aa few obstacles set in your path.. Last week it was Chaos and Kyle Churchill and this week it's a obstacle of my own... I will finally destroy the career of young Egon James.

A dream is a gateway to somebodies' soul whether it be Bryan Deas' wet dream about Alexander Stryfe's girlfriend Queen Machine or a demented nightmare.. Let me share one I nightmare I have constantly. A dream of a warm loving home. A home with fresh and vibrant paint and loving mother and father. This may not be a nightmare to you but it is to me! Reality doesn't fit me, MY life is living hell and I wouldn't want it any other way! A father who was never there and a monther who could care-a-less is the only thing I've known. Time in and time out my mother stated I was a mistake, but I learned from her mistakes, I learned at a very young age in life you play the cards you are dealt and as of most I was dealt a crappy hand, I had to deal with the so much, That is when I realized when you are born you are issued two weapons, Two weapons of mass destruction it is then you choose your path, It is then you choose right or wrong,

At a early age I discovered alienation. The taunting and badgering from classmates made me realize I wasn't a jock or a popular douche bag, I am simply a misfit of a humanity. A social oddity because I'm not "hip" or "cool" or "hot" or "athletic". You see I've seen it all. I've seen how the cool and hip and hot and athletic kids feasts on those like me. How they torment them physically, emotionally and psychologically. I myself is a victim of that. I've been called names, I've been dumped on the dumpster, I've been plunged in a toilet bowl while the "boys" pissed on me. It went to the extreme that the boys made me their tackle practice and even batting practice. And because of that experience, I've vowed to unleash my rage to the most extreme degree - VIOLENCE AND BRUTALITY!


Creed takes the bandana off his head and slouches forward.His black locks fall over his face... Creed continues to talk.

I never had "Dreams". My childhood was nothing to dream about. It appears one Egon James has the pitiful fate to be my first match here in Revolution. Well Egon you will see the light, that is that's where you are going after I beat the living crap out of you and bury you down six feet under and feed your decaying body to the hungry maggots down there! Egon, your time has come! I'm just doing you the favor. I'm doing you the favor of taking you out so you wont see the violence and brutality I'm about to unleashed to the whole EWF. I think you should be thanking me Egon, dont you think?

Creed hops from the old trunks to the cement floor below. He dusts his clothing off before he begins to pace back and fourth. Creed continues to talk as he does so.

I vow to rip you limb by limb? DARE ME Egon! F*ck, I'll give you one hell of a welcome to my world. My life is already a living hell. There isn't anything more that I can lose and there's nothing else you can possibly do to cause me more pain! You throw a peeble I throw a brick. Now I dare you not to cast me aside. Don't fall into the trap most fall into...

Creed does his crucifix pose.

And that's the gospel according to Creed!

Creed chuckles for a second, before he snaps and becomes very serious as he storms out of the creepy boiler room.
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