Second Match

[Allura Desmonds]

Second Match
Triple Threat Match
Hector Venegas vs Johnny Reb vs Leon Dread

RP Limit: 1 Per Person
Deadline: 05/20/19 at 11:59pm eastern time
Grace Period: 05/22/19 at 11:59pm eastern time
Good Luck

[thenewcsa]

"Hell is other people."
- Jean-Paul Sartre -



*The camera falls on the exterior of the beautiful Canadian countryside as a road cuts through the greenery "The Bible or the Gun" by Blues Saraceno plays as a motorcycle gets into view. though we can't see the rider due to the low camera angle his boots and spurs dig into the black and chrome. A sign appears ahead "Welcome to Moose Jaw" It says as the figure rides past a giant moose statue. Eventually he comes across a small white church with the sign "Moose Jaw Baptist Church" as he slowly steps off. The camera cuts to the interior of the church as the doors open revealing the silhouette of a man entering with a cowboy hat on. The camera pans to the figures back as he steps in and walks to the front before turning around in an almost gunslinger like pose, his hat slowly dropped about his face as he slowly looks up revealing Johnny Reb clad in Jeans, a set of black leather chaps, a Kid Rock "Devil without a cause" T-shirt with the sleeves cut off, and a pair of Oakley sunglasses. He tilts his hat up slowly before putting his thumbs in his Jeans belt loops as he smirks and the music slowly fades out. and his smirk turns into a friendly grin*

J.R.: Well, howdy y'all. Ol' Johnny Reb here live and in livin' color from good ol' Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan! I know... I know... 'Johnny Reb, why the hell is you in Moose Jaw?' Ol' Saskatoonie is where the show is! Well, Ol' Johnny Reb heard that Ol' Moose Jaw had the second largest moose statue in the world and well I just had to see that, didn't I boys and girls? Ol' Mac the Moose is impressive as hell but more important then that good ol' Moose Jaw has got itself a Baptist Church. Do you know how rare it is to find a southern baptist in canada?! Like seeing god danged Unicorn! And well you see Ol' Johnny Reb done got himself in an ol' fashioned spiritual battle. That's right! Ol' Johnny Reb is locking horns with the devil himself. Well, at least two of the devil's own it seems. 'El Diablo' Hector Venegas and Leon Dread. So, I figure what better way to really get ready for it then havin' myself a good ol' revival prayer come to Jesus moment right in church! That's right I'm gonna stomp on the demon's nutsack! With my prayers... of course.

*He folds his hands in mocking of a reverent prayer tilting his head down and beginning to pray.*

J.R.: Dear Lord, please grant me the power to stand up to thy foes with bone crunching panty-tearing punches until these bastard heathens see the folly of their ways. Amen.

*He raises his head dropping his hands and smiling big and proud.*

J.R.: There! I'm ready! Now, before you get your panties in a bunch about me being here when the place is empty. Don't you fret none 'bout that. I got permission from the pastor himself. Turns out he's a fan. Bet he won't be after this because Ol' Johnny Reb don't censor himself for anyone even...

*He takes off his hat and puts it over his heart looking up to the ceiling*

J.R.: ... the big man upstairs.

*He looks back at the camera putting on his hat again only to point upward and fold his arms intimidatingly*

J.R.: So prepare to get a little sermon from Ol' Reverend Johnny Reb himself! Now, let's start with Ol' El Diablo sandwich himself! I think I had you once with some hot sauce and an RC Cola down at a choke and puke one time. And speakin' of choke and puke thats basically how I feel about you. I mean far be it from me to face the mexican devil without mentioning the fact that y people like you are why we want to build a wall. No, I don't mean mexicans. Mexicans are awesome! They brought us tacos and George Lopez! Hell if it wasn't for good ol' Mehico Ol' Johnny Reb would be sober on Tuesdays. It's my tequila night you see. What I mean is the type of LA hood rat Ms-13 wannabes that where their pants round their ankles even though it trips them when they run from the police. I mean what's up with that? Now you can claim to be some mythical demon like that there Chupacabra and that weepin' woman bullshit but Ol' Johnny Reb sees you for what you are. Allow me to get this straight... you is a hitman gangbanger working for drug dealin' gangs and you decided that translated into bein' a rassler? Hell, flawless logic! I can't see anything wrong with makin' a couple grand for killin' a guy each time into makin' pesos on the rasslin' circuits. You know what ol' Johnny Reb thinks? Ol' Johnny Reb thinks your full of horseshit! Your probably some nickle and dime hussler from Burbank pretending to be "hard" because you play up a stereotype. Ol' Johnny Reb's gettin' political here, boys and girls. I mean can we have one, I mean, just one positive mexican role model? No, it's always I'm a gangster or I hide behind a mask. Hell even Zoro hid behind a mask. What is with you people? Take off the masks pull your damn jeans up and act like you done got some God damned sense!

*he shakes his head as if disgusted lowering his head but raising it up to look at the camera before continuing*

J.R.: It's not that I'm angry. It's that I'm just so fuckin' disappointed. You could have been someone worth knowing, not some god damned three peso John Wick! You want to be a man, son, then act like a grown up. Take responsibility for your actions. Do things to better your community and the way people see you. Hell, just buy some clothes that fit! Maybe then Me and the good lord above will respect you! Oh but don't worry I'll give the el ninos somethin' to cheer when I kick your god damned teeth down your throat and make you look like your meth head cousins!

*He shrugs and turns on his heels leaning against one of the pews before placing one of his spurred boots against it. He then folds his arms again and looks at the camera. His glasses reflecting one of the windows*

J.R.: Oh and speakin' of clothes, Leon, I'm thinkin' y'all need to shop somewhere besides Hot Topic. I mean you look like an emo gimp! Nice perm by the by, does it come in hetero? And whats with the blond bombshell look? What are you like the gayest Super Saiyen in the world or somethin'? You go from dreadlocks to goldilocks when you feel like it? Is that it? Please, you think I'm scared of you and your cheap ass Criss Angel tricks? What you think morticians scare me, son? I mean it makes sense with the clothes and hair and stuff. Morticians have to do make-up and hair, hell you might as well do your nails to match whatever hairstyle matches your shitty Good Charlotte purse you got on clearance. Hell, put all your looks together at once and you look like a hair metal band with a Twilight theme! But hey I don't want you to think I don't approve of you people rasslin' what happens in two guys bedroom is none of my business. But I guess the boss lady wanted to ease my transition to the boys club by findin' the most effeminate wierdo she could, huh?! Well, I guess you finally get to face a real man in the ring this week don't ya. But, don't try any funny stuff or I'll stuff that can of Ultra Beauty glitter filled hair spray so far up your ass it'll look like a kaleidoscope every time you blink!

*He stands kicking off the pew with a grunt as he begins to walk toward the camera*

J.R.: Thing is I ain't scared of no carnival churro vender gangsta wannabe or Satan's most fabulous enforcer. I fear only one thing. God. And thats the problem with both of you. You wanna talk like you are hard or about how hell is gonna swallow me whole or some shit. Well, the truth is there ain't nothin' harder then real life, boys. Ain't no hell worse then a broken home. But I pulled myself up. Made somethin' of myself. I came from a trailer in poverty and became who I am today. I didn't do it alone though. I had my Momma, I had the colonel... I had a lot of people help me. But most of all i had God. When I was at my lowest God saw me through. And thats why people like you, people who glorify evil make me sick. Y'all are just tools. Tools the devil uses to trick impressionable minds to act like god damned fools! God is real and he is not to be mocked. And yeah I have fun sometimes at the lord's expense. I make jokes and occasionally am irreverent but I'm here to tell you and the rest of the NCW that I believe in God. I love God. So you can bring whatever demons or devils y'all can conjure up from your past or from hell itself but it ain't gonna help you. Cause I got God on my side. So, you know the truth... ol' johnny Reb is a born again sanctified child of the lord. Y'all can say what you want about that. But, that don't mean I'm a good christian man. I drink, I fight, I fuck and I don't give a damn what anybody thinks about me but God. And when my time comes I'll answer for it. But this week y'all are answering to me. God's gonna sit this one out and I'm going to unleash all my own demons on you. And if there is one thing y'all boys can take away from this little sermon of mine let it be this. Ain't nobody, and I mean nobody can raise Hell like a redneck! Y'all can guaran-damn-tee that!

*He looks at the camera dead serious breathing hard as he slowly removes his glasses with the last phrase staring with mad eyes down into the camera before puttin' on his shades again and relaxing his stance looking off camera.*

J.R.: Y'all like that? Alright! Let's go check us out a Moose, baby! Yee-haw!

*With that he walks off screen as the camera begins to move and the screen fade to black*