All or Nothing: USA, Trevor Steel & Excellency vs. Murfish, Rafael & Marcus Chambers
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The scene opens with Rafael making his way down a long hallway with his NSA title over his shoulder as usual. A noticeable displeased look is on Rafael's face as he passes door by door. After passing a few doors, Rafael stops at one door located almost at the end of the hallway. The plaque on the door reads "Vance Bateman's Office"
Rafael knocks loudly on the door.
Bateman: Come in.
Rafael quickly opens and steps through the door, making his way to Vance's desk, and slams his hands down on Vance's desk.
Rafael: Mr. Bateman, pardon the lack of formality, but I'm gonna get to the point quick. It has come to my attention that yet again, I am scheduled for a tag team match against Steel/Excellency. Not only that, but you have decided to partner me up with the man who cost me my match last week, Chambers, again, and have given each team a random new member.
Bateman: Yes, you are scheduled for a 6 man tag team match tonight against Steel, Excellency, and USA, against you, Murfish, and Chambers.
Rafael: I did not ask for any tag matches Mr. Bateman. In case you haven't noticed this NSA title around my shoulder is a SINGLES title, not a tag title.
Bateman: Frankly, I don't care what you asked for. As long as you work under this brand, you will get used to having tag team matches. Besides from my understanding you don't like Mr. Steel very much. You should be happy you get to face him in some form.
Rafael: I don't like the hobo at all, and want a rematch with him, but not in the form of a tag team where he has 2 other people to save him. I have been demanding a rematch, to clear that taint off my record, but I keep getting tag team matches instead. I'm starting to think you want to defend your prized rookie from me Mr. Bateman. Cause you know I would defeat him in a rematch. He got lucky, 9/10 times I would beat him.
Bateman: Only delusions you're having Rafael. I'm not defending Steel from you or anyone, Steel doesn't need defending. Clearly as you can tell by his record so far here in WZCW, Steel isn't afraid of anyone. Now Rafael, I think you should stop concerning yourself so much with Mr. Steel, and focus on your Tag match tonight. If Chamebr's really did cost you your match as you seem to believe, then you should be happy you have another partner you can now rely on with Murfish. I suggest you leave my office, and stop pestering me with your whining about not getting what you want.
Rafael slaps his NSA title on top of Bateman's desk
Rafael: Is this anyway to treat a champion? Not just a champion, but the greatest champion a marvelous country like Spain has to offer?
Bateman: Rafael, I acknowledge you as a damn fine prospect. One of our best in a long time..
Rafael: Prospect? Prospect!? Me? I am a established legend in my country, and you dare call me a prospect?
Bateman: Exactly, you're a established legend in your country, not here in WZCW. It's why I call you a prospect. A damn good one at that based off your record in Spain, but still a prospect since you have much to prove here in WZCW. Which aside from your performance against Excellency, you haven't proven much.
Rafael's expression quickly turns to one of deep anger.
Bateman: Now like I suggested earlier, I suggest you leave my office and get ready for your match. Even if you don't like Tag Matches, I know you like winning, and I know you hate losing. So I would recommend you go try to get on the same page as Chambers and Murfish, and who knows, you might have a easier time working with with your new partner Murfish, and actually win. So please, get out.
Rafael grabs his belt off of Bateman's desk and quickly storms out of the office as Bateman glares at him while he storms out.
Rafael knocks loudly on the door.
Bateman: Come in.
Rafael quickly opens and steps through the door, making his way to Vance's desk, and slams his hands down on Vance's desk.
Rafael: Mr. Bateman, pardon the lack of formality, but I'm gonna get to the point quick. It has come to my attention that yet again, I am scheduled for a tag team match against Steel/Excellency. Not only that, but you have decided to partner me up with the man who cost me my match last week, Chambers, again, and have given each team a random new member.
Bateman: Yes, you are scheduled for a 6 man tag team match tonight against Steel, Excellency, and USA, against you, Murfish, and Chambers.
Rafael: I did not ask for any tag matches Mr. Bateman. In case you haven't noticed this NSA title around my shoulder is a SINGLES title, not a tag title.
Bateman: Frankly, I don't care what you asked for. As long as you work under this brand, you will get used to having tag team matches. Besides from my understanding you don't like Mr. Steel very much. You should be happy you get to face him in some form.
Rafael: I don't like the hobo at all, and want a rematch with him, but not in the form of a tag team where he has 2 other people to save him. I have been demanding a rematch, to clear that taint off my record, but I keep getting tag team matches instead. I'm starting to think you want to defend your prized rookie from me Mr. Bateman. Cause you know I would defeat him in a rematch. He got lucky, 9/10 times I would beat him.
Bateman: Only delusions you're having Rafael. I'm not defending Steel from you or anyone, Steel doesn't need defending. Clearly as you can tell by his record so far here in WZCW, Steel isn't afraid of anyone. Now Rafael, I think you should stop concerning yourself so much with Mr. Steel, and focus on your Tag match tonight. If Chamebr's really did cost you your match as you seem to believe, then you should be happy you have another partner you can now rely on with Murfish. I suggest you leave my office, and stop pestering me with your whining about not getting what you want.
Rafael slaps his NSA title on top of Bateman's desk
Rafael: Is this anyway to treat a champion? Not just a champion, but the greatest champion a marvelous country like Spain has to offer?
Bateman: Rafael, I acknowledge you as a damn fine prospect. One of our best in a long time..
Rafael: Prospect? Prospect!? Me? I am a established legend in my country, and you dare call me a prospect?
Bateman: Exactly, you're a established legend in your country, not here in WZCW. It's why I call you a prospect. A damn good one at that based off your record in Spain, but still a prospect since you have much to prove here in WZCW. Which aside from your performance against Excellency, you haven't proven much.
Rafael's expression quickly turns to one of deep anger.
Bateman: Now like I suggested earlier, I suggest you leave my office and get ready for your match. Even if you don't like Tag Matches, I know you like winning, and I know you hate losing. So I would recommend you go try to get on the same page as Chambers and Murfish, and who knows, you might have a easier time working with with your new partner Murfish, and actually win. So please, get out.
Rafael grabs his belt off of Bateman's desk and quickly storms out of the office as Bateman glares at him while he storms out.
FromTheSouth
You don't want it with me.
We're back at Patriots Gym. In the weeks since we were last here, USA's membership has noticeably increased. There are men and women all over all of the machines and benches. USA is seen smiling as The General walks amongst to members, handing out towels and water.
USA: (looking at the camera I'm glad that the WZCW audience can see this. You see, I've spent more time being successful lately. I haven't won all of my matches, but I've gotten on TV, won a couple of times, now I'm on PPV. People are getting to hear my message. I speak about honor as if it's second nature. I speak about loyalty, I speak of respect. These are universal virtues. I speak the truth. The people you see here, these people feel the same way. They see what I'm trying to do here. They train, so that if they get called on, they can back me up. I am building a corps. My corps will train like Marines, they will eat like Marines, and they will fight like Marines.
The camera pans a way to see a man refuse to be spotted. The bar continues to crash back down on to the squat rack, but he stays under it. USA looks at him, and yells "Hooo-Yahhhh" The man responds with the same yell, summons all og his strength, and lifts the final rep pf his set. He slams the bar down, and nearly falls over. He then stands at attention, waiting for USA to notice him. USA nods his head, and the man then drops to a knee. The General walks over to him, gives him water, and brings over a chair. The man takes the water, refuses the chair, takes a deep breath, and gets back to work.
USA: Do you see that? That man can barely stand. But did he quit? No! He persevered, like a soldier. I was asked back to serve my country. I wanted to lead strong, hungry, young men. That letter remains in my desk. I have amassed a unit of strong, dedicated soldiers. I am a leader of men.
Speaking of men who need to be led, this week, at All or Nothing, I team with Excellenncy and Steel. These are strong, dedicated, hungry, passionate, and intense. Those are my kind of men. These are men that I would be proud to go to into battle with. At All or Nothing we will enter the ring as a united force. We have a mission, and we will not quit until it is achieved. Did you see my trainee? Did you see how he almost collapsed? That is not what I ask of these men. I ask them to work as hard as they can. Do you now how much mental toughness it takes for him to go past all of that pain? I do. I won't quit when I feel pain.
Murfish, I am talking to you. I know the other two will listen to you, so tell them this. I am bringing everything that I have. I am bringing the corp I have behind me. I am bringing Steel and Excellency, and I am bringing the fight of your life!!!!
The General walks up and joins USA with the cameras. She smiles and poses, having a good time.
USA: She is very happy right now. I think she has realized that I am now one step closer to getting WZCW gold. I won my last match, destroyed him. Now, the X division belt is within my grasp. Settle your differences this week men. I would prefer Titus again, but I'm not picky. Watch me this week Bateman. I will be impressing you, and then we can talk title shots. I promise, I will earn it this weekend.
Hoo YAHHH!!!!
USA: (looking at the camera I'm glad that the WZCW audience can see this. You see, I've spent more time being successful lately. I haven't won all of my matches, but I've gotten on TV, won a couple of times, now I'm on PPV. People are getting to hear my message. I speak about honor as if it's second nature. I speak about loyalty, I speak of respect. These are universal virtues. I speak the truth. The people you see here, these people feel the same way. They see what I'm trying to do here. They train, so that if they get called on, they can back me up. I am building a corps. My corps will train like Marines, they will eat like Marines, and they will fight like Marines.
The camera pans a way to see a man refuse to be spotted. The bar continues to crash back down on to the squat rack, but he stays under it. USA looks at him, and yells "Hooo-Yahhhh" The man responds with the same yell, summons all og his strength, and lifts the final rep pf his set. He slams the bar down, and nearly falls over. He then stands at attention, waiting for USA to notice him. USA nods his head, and the man then drops to a knee. The General walks over to him, gives him water, and brings over a chair. The man takes the water, refuses the chair, takes a deep breath, and gets back to work.
USA: Do you see that? That man can barely stand. But did he quit? No! He persevered, like a soldier. I was asked back to serve my country. I wanted to lead strong, hungry, young men. That letter remains in my desk. I have amassed a unit of strong, dedicated soldiers. I am a leader of men.
Speaking of men who need to be led, this week, at All or Nothing, I team with Excellenncy and Steel. These are strong, dedicated, hungry, passionate, and intense. Those are my kind of men. These are men that I would be proud to go to into battle with. At All or Nothing we will enter the ring as a united force. We have a mission, and we will not quit until it is achieved. Did you see my trainee? Did you see how he almost collapsed? That is not what I ask of these men. I ask them to work as hard as they can. Do you now how much mental toughness it takes for him to go past all of that pain? I do. I won't quit when I feel pain.
Murfish, I am talking to you. I know the other two will listen to you, so tell them this. I am bringing everything that I have. I am bringing the corp I have behind me. I am bringing Steel and Excellency, and I am bringing the fight of your life!!!!
The General walks up and joins USA with the cameras. She smiles and poses, having a good time.
USA: She is very happy right now. I think she has realized that I am now one step closer to getting WZCW gold. I won my last match, destroyed him. Now, the X division belt is within my grasp. Settle your differences this week men. I would prefer Titus again, but I'm not picky. Watch me this week Bateman. I will be impressing you, and then we can talk title shots. I promise, I will earn it this weekend.
Hoo YAHHH!!!!
Mere minutes before All Or Nothing starts, Trevor Steel is seen pacing back and forth in the backstage area. He ties his hair back, and then takes it out. He tightens the laces on his boots, and then stares at the clock. He starts to pace faster until he bumps into Becky Serra who's rushing by.
Trevor Steel: Oh, gee...I'm so sorry ma'am. I'm just panicking.
Becky Serra: Panicking? Why? You had a big win last week in possibly the best match of your time here in WZCW. How can you be worried?
Trevor Steel: Well, it's about 10 minutes until All Or Nothing starts, and I haven't seen USA or Excellency anywhere. I don't want to have to go out there alone. I hope they're OK.
Becky bites her lip as she rubs her chin, trying to think of something to say. She opens her mouth once, but says nothing. She tries again, but Trevor cuts her off.
Trevor Steel: Don't you worry about me Becky. I'm sure they'll be here. This is some tough competition we have this week. Rafael and Chambers took myself and Excellency to the limit last week, but we were able to pull it off. Add a guy like USA to our team, and we got something special. Don't let me forget to get an autograph from him. My son loves him.
Becky Serra: An autograph? Are you sure you should be thinking about that right now? You get your first real pay-per-view match soon. What do you have planned for out there?
Trevor Steel: I'm going to stick with what's worked so far. I've had some knockdown-dragout battles, and this looks to be the same. I'm just going to enjoy the ride, and let the cards fall how they may, ya know?
Becky nods, and Trevor looks around for his partners. When he sees no one coming, he starts to pace again. Becky follows him with her eyes to the point of getting dizzy.
Becky Serra: You really need to calm down. How are you going to go out there and perform if you waste all your energy walking in circles back here?
Trevor Steel: Good point...
Trevor stops and sits down on the floor, and starts twiddling his thumbs.
Trevor Steel: They're going to be here. I know it. Can't be worried. Big match tonight. I'm so excited!
Becky Serra: You should be. There's quite a buzz around here about you. Word around the campfire is that Titus is quite fond of you, and there's been a lot of talk about your wins the last few weeks.
Trevor Steel: Really? That's cool. You think USA and Excellency are coming? It's almost showtime. I can't wait to kick back in the locker room later, and watch some of the big matches tonight. I really want to see the Triple Threat Match, and that Six Pack Challenge. A lot of titles on the line tonight.
Becky Serra: Yes, Trevor, I'm sure your partners are on their way. Anyway, I've got some things to take care of. Good luck in your match.
Becky waves to Trevor and walks off, as Trevor remains seated on the floor, distracted. He keeps looking around, trying to spot his partners among the mass of people assembled backstage.
Trevor Steel: So, Becky...Oh, yeah, you left. Big match tonight. Chambers is good. Murfish is good. De La Nacho has it out for me...Got to perform...
Trevor is still sitting on the floor, his eyes darting around the room, when his music starts inside the arena.
As the music gets louder, Trevor springs to his feet, and the worry and stress is washed away by an ear to ear smile. He cracks his knuckles and steps up to the curtain...
Trevor Steel: Showtime...
Trevor Steel: Oh, gee...I'm so sorry ma'am. I'm just panicking.
Becky Serra: Panicking? Why? You had a big win last week in possibly the best match of your time here in WZCW. How can you be worried?
Trevor Steel: Well, it's about 10 minutes until All Or Nothing starts, and I haven't seen USA or Excellency anywhere. I don't want to have to go out there alone. I hope they're OK.
Becky bites her lip as she rubs her chin, trying to think of something to say. She opens her mouth once, but says nothing. She tries again, but Trevor cuts her off.
Trevor Steel: Don't you worry about me Becky. I'm sure they'll be here. This is some tough competition we have this week. Rafael and Chambers took myself and Excellency to the limit last week, but we were able to pull it off. Add a guy like USA to our team, and we got something special. Don't let me forget to get an autograph from him. My son loves him.
Becky Serra: An autograph? Are you sure you should be thinking about that right now? You get your first real pay-per-view match soon. What do you have planned for out there?
Trevor Steel: I'm going to stick with what's worked so far. I've had some knockdown-dragout battles, and this looks to be the same. I'm just going to enjoy the ride, and let the cards fall how they may, ya know?
Becky nods, and Trevor looks around for his partners. When he sees no one coming, he starts to pace again. Becky follows him with her eyes to the point of getting dizzy.
Becky Serra: You really need to calm down. How are you going to go out there and perform if you waste all your energy walking in circles back here?
Trevor Steel: Good point...
Trevor stops and sits down on the floor, and starts twiddling his thumbs.
Trevor Steel: They're going to be here. I know it. Can't be worried. Big match tonight. I'm so excited!
Becky Serra: You should be. There's quite a buzz around here about you. Word around the campfire is that Titus is quite fond of you, and there's been a lot of talk about your wins the last few weeks.
Trevor Steel: Really? That's cool. You think USA and Excellency are coming? It's almost showtime. I can't wait to kick back in the locker room later, and watch some of the big matches tonight. I really want to see the Triple Threat Match, and that Six Pack Challenge. A lot of titles on the line tonight.
Becky Serra: Yes, Trevor, I'm sure your partners are on their way. Anyway, I've got some things to take care of. Good luck in your match.
Becky waves to Trevor and walks off, as Trevor remains seated on the floor, distracted. He keeps looking around, trying to spot his partners among the mass of people assembled backstage.
Trevor Steel: So, Becky...Oh, yeah, you left. Big match tonight. Chambers is good. Murfish is good. De La Nacho has it out for me...Got to perform...
Trevor is still sitting on the floor, his eyes darting around the room, when his music starts inside the arena.
As the music gets louder, Trevor springs to his feet, and the worry and stress is washed away by an ear to ear smile. He cracks his knuckles and steps up to the curtain...
Trevor Steel: Showtime...
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