Team Sincade vs Team Myles

[sincade20]

Team Sincade Vs Team Myles​

Sincade, Everest, D.C, Nate Thorpe vs Joseph Rios, Manzo, Mohammad Hasheem , Chuck Myles

The rivalry between Sincade & Chuck Myles is continuing to heat up throughout the winter, & it'll continue at All or Nothing as both men have selected a team of 4 to go head-to-head against each other in the Main Event Elimination match.

The World Heavyweight Champion Joseph Rios has been deemed 'Team Captain' & will lead 'Team Myles' into battle along side Chuck Myles, who steps into the ring for the first time. Meanwhile, Chuck Myles dropped a bombshell when he announced the return of Manzo, but what effect will he have on this team?

On the other side of the ring..

Sincade has decided to lead his own team into battle, picking up the best group of talent W.Z.C.W. has, as he sides with the Co-Number One Contender's, Everest & D.C., as well as the unknown in Nate Thorpe.

Both teams will collide in the Main Event, with elimination rules in effect. Could we see a 4 on 1 situation? More importantly, will Sincade finally get his hands on Chuck Myles? Or will Mr. Myles have something up his sleeve, to keep out of danger? Find out at All or Nothing!


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[Iscariot]

The scene fades in to the sound of voices, all fast paced and busy, talking over each other for dominance of the conversation. People in suits sit around a conveyor belt, fresh fish cut into various plates of dishes, as it finally becomes apparent we are in a sushi restaurant. The camera pans across until coming to rest on Wanafuji Tanaka, manager and friend of Hatchiyama Manzō. He has a small plate of rice with various different colour fish on a side dish. He smiles as he looks up, and waves his right arm, chopsticks in hand, to his side where the camera finally moves onto the huge frame of Manzō himself. He is dressed in a delicate looking blue and white Kimono, and has a huge bowl in front of him, pilled high with noodles and raw fish. He is eating with a pair of chopsticks and paying no heed to the camera at all. Tanaka clears his throat and speaks up.

Tanaka: “Manzō thank all great fans for cheering him. He is great champion, and will be victorious at Pay Per View. We know you here to ask questions on Manzō and what he think of fight? Manzō no usually have time for questions, training very hard, but Manzō loves fans. Manzō answer questions.”

Tanaka waves his hand forward, and a middle aged white haired man comes forward, dressed in a blue suit and orange shirt, microphone in hand. Everyone’s eyes are on this blatantly flamboyant man, as he makes his way forward, telling everyone to move aside to make way to Manzō. Finally pushing his way past the last man, he tugs his shirt colour up, and nods his head to the side, before making a brief shoulder shrug, and raising the microphone to his mouth.

The Voice: “People of WZCW, admirers of wrestling around the world, I, Johnny Klamor, the real Voice of the real wrestling fan, am here in the famous Chung Chow restaurant in Chinatown to interview the power in the team of ‘Team Myles’. I’ll pose the questions that Leon would wimp out on and that Becky would be too simple to understand. I’m the greatest interviewer of all time and now I’m here with this man, Hatchiyama Manzō. First off, Manzō is there anyone at all you’re scared of meeting in that ring?”

Manzō, still eating and his mouth full of noodles, nods in acceping he’s heard the question, and begins talking, still looking down at the food and picking up more noodles in his chopsticks. His thick Japanese accent, in combination with eating, makes it totally undecipherable to anyone, especially Johnny Klamor, who looks back at the camera with his eyebrow up. As Manzō finishes speaking, Tanaka nods and turns to ‘The Voice’.

Tanaka: “Manzō say he have no reason to fear anyone. He not yet been beat, ha! Her not yet even been knocked over. No-one threaten Manzō in ring, he simply too powerful, too great a champion. Harris tried, Harris in hospital. Little men all try, three more men gone from great WZCW. This week, another man gone. Five people not just beaten, five people never wrestle again. Manzō cannot be beat.”

The Voice: “So you’re saying NO-ONE threatens him? Not D.C, Everest … Sincade even?”

Tanaka: “No. Manzō fear no-one. Nate Thorpe train in Japan, great challenger. Manzō saw him many years ago. But he small, he fly and jump, he no wrestle right. He no lift Manzō, he no knock down Manzō. D.C fly even more, he try to use speed against Manzō, he get beat. He cannot pull Manzō down for his kemmikill, he not knock down to land on. Everest great wrestler, no beat Manzō. He no lift Manzō or hurt Manzō. Sincade no lift Manzō. No-one lift or hurt Manzō, whole team lose. They …”

Manzō suddenly starts talking again, still looking down at his bowl, it’s obvious he pays no heed to the interviewer or the match he has at All or Nothing, seemingly completely calm and confident. Tanaka is nodding along to what Manzō is saying, before turning back to the sighing Johnny Klamor.

Tanaka: “Manzō say specially Sincade. He know Sincade is great fighter. He fight, fight fight, he fight well. But no wrestle. Not real wrestle. Sincade no beat Manzō cause Sincade not strong enough. He fight for right reason, for honour and self right, but he fight wrong man in Manzō. He no sweet dreams Manzō, he not knock him down. And there no way in world that he use Sin City, ha ha! Manzō crush Sincade at All or Nothing.”

The Voice: “Well Manzō here has to remember that it isn’t another handicap match, he has team-mates out there in Hasheem, Chuck Myles and of course our incredibly talented World Champion, Jospeh Rios. What has Manzō got to say about his fellow competitors?”

Manzō looks up from eating for the first time, looking obviously disgruntled, and begins talking loudly at Johnny Klamor, waving his hands and chopsticks in an aggressive manner, before shaking his head and going back to his food. Tanaka nods slowly and then turns to Klamor.

Tanaka: “Manzō says he no know why he have such partners. They not honourable and he not like them. He says Rios is false and is lucky champion. He say Hasheem cheat more than any man Manzō meet. And he say Chuck Myles just use Manzō to fight his battles for him, snake of a man. I agree with great champion Manzō. Wise man once say ‘Learn to say no to good, so you can say yes to best’. Manzō is greatest man in WZCW. Manzō come back from Japan and Myles say he make Manzō even bigger star. He get great matches at great Pay Per View. Manzō agree and sign to fight, but we watch Meltdown and Manzō say he teamed with bad men. He fights because he honourable and great champion, and chance to fight great men on other side, but he no respect his team. Manzō prove he so great by winning at Pay Per View, then he beat anyone else he fight. Manzō cannot be beat.”

The Voice nods and turns back to the camera.

The Voice: “And there you have it, I brought the big questions and I got the big answers. Tubby here feels that he can …”

There is a huge roar and Manzō stands up, throwing over the easily three tonne conveyer belt, scattering plates and fish everywhere, and walking across towards Johnny Klamor, yelling at him as he obviously understand the last remark. Klamor drops the mic and quickly bolts out of shot as Manzō watches him, before picking up the fallen microphone.

Manzō: “I great champion. I greatest wrestler. I beat everyone at All or Nothing. I Hatchiyama Manzō and no-one, NO-ONE, beat me.”

 

[TheRealDC]

*The scene opens to show a parking lot. A street light hangs above casting a dull orange color on an empty parking space. From what can be seen, the parking lot is entirely empty. A head rises into view... its... D.C.? The faces looks very awkward as the eyes have been taped back (as evident from the clear tape on the sides of the eyes). His hair has been pulled TIGHTLY into a ponytail. The camera pans out to show D.C. from the top of the shoulders up... Lindsey stands beside him with a cheap smile and her eyes taped back as well. She is wearing a light blue hoodie with jean pants on. D.C. begins to talk... in a very horrible... and crude form a English/Japanese language.*

D.C.: OH YESH! RADIES AND GENITAL MEN! I... de one an onry Manzo, have in come brack, to WhrestleZone Chamironship Whresh-ring. I rery happy to be heer. Because, my fat ash, almost couldn't get out of my carrrr. I shurprise mryselve ren I open door, and squeeze inside. Even more shrocking, was ren I (d)rove my car. NOW, I get out of car... ALL BY MRYSELVE! Now. I have brig match at Pay Per View. Yesh. Tell dem Tanaka.

*Lindsey pushes forward to the screen with tape on her eyes.*

Lindsey: OH YOU RERY RIGHT! RERY RIGHT INREED! YOU BIG FAT F***!

*Lindsey busts up laughing and rips the tape off of her eyes. A little bit of the makeup comes off with the tape. She tosses the pieces aside as D.C. starts laughing. He smiles really big, adding even more of a stupid look on his face with the taped eyes.*

D.C.: It's f***ing hard to blink with this s*** on...

*D.C. goes to peel off the tape but stops for a second and looks to the left of him with his hands up and a scared look on his face.*

D.C.: OH NO! GODZIRA! GODZIRA!

*D.C. rips the tape off of his eyes as well. Lindsey tosses him a black bandana from off camera as D.C. begins to tie it across his head (folded). As he ties the bandana around his head, Lindsey comes back into view. She looks at D.C..*

D.C.: Anyway, back to business before this b**** had to go and f*** up a damn good impersonation...

*Lindsey's jaw drops as she smiles again and slaps D.C. on the shoulder. The two embrace as they look back at the camera.*

D.C.: Let me get one thing crystal clear for every single person in that locker room at WZCW. I don't want to be anyones friend. I don't give a f*** about any one of you. Personally, I'm here to do one thing, and that is to do, what I want to do, exactly when I want to do it. I don't care, who I piss off, who cheers for me, or who can't make up their mind about me. Personally, you can all go to hell. If you don't like me...

*D.C. grabs his crotch and leans it towards the camera with a smile on his face and a middle finger raised. He laughs as he goes back to a normal stance.*

D.C.: Now then... Sincade asked me to be in this match... Team Sincade vs Team Myles and once again... I'm teamed up with Everlast... but this time, I'm teamed up with Raped Goat... or Deep Throat...

*D.C. looks over at Lindsey quick and points to her.*

Lindsey: Nate Thorpe...

*Lindsey says this while not looking at D.C., she stares at the camera shaking her head slightly.*

D.C.: Yeah whatever that... *waves hand* dude... and then Sincade... Yes... that is the best team ever... that is so good... it... umm... makes... ya know... I got nothing...

Lindsey: Well, at least you guys are still more of a team then Dynasty...

*D.C. points to Lindsey for a second.*

D.C.: Good point. Anyway... Manzo... THE BIG FAT F*** HAS RETURNED! He has come to dominate this roster. He has come to break down walls. He has come... TO SIT... ON YOU!!! The overblown five hundred and eighty five pound tub of devoured Japanese babies, and his Mr. Miyagi sidekick have come back to WZCW to do one thing and one thing only... waste even more space. I mean, for f***s sake, its bad enough half the roster has to look over their shoulder every other second in fear of Steamboat Ricky taking the phrase "find booty" too seriously... Now... we have to look over the other shoulder, to make sure Tanaka isn't asking Manzo "Does he rook good to eat?"

*D.C. pauses and looks into the camera and starts to sway a little bit.*

D.C.: And that ridiculous f***ing diaper thing. Come on man... I don't care if its tradition or not. A fat f*** wearing a diaper isn't what makes people afraid... you being a big fat f*** is what makes people shiver in their wrestling boots. The more I see images of you wrestling, I don't see you "dominating people" or "overpowering your opponents" nah, none of that s*** matters... What goes through my head every time I see your Jelly Bowl a** in the ring is, have you ever seen your penis? Seriously... Lindsey has to lean over her t**s to see her shoes...

*D.C. is hit on the shoulder once again, but he is unphased.*

D.C.: But do you have to have some kind of specialist come in and like... help you into your tights? Or, do you just wing it in that everyday? I mean... how do you pee? And, just for your information, no, I'm not afraid of you. I have no reason to be. You are just another person to me. A very fat one... but still a person. Midgets are people too... but... you eat babies... so... kinda goes hand in hand... and ya know what... I don't know where I'm going with this... anyway...

*D.C. falls to his knees in front of the camera, raises his hands in the air, and looks to the sky.*

D.C.: PRAISE ALLAH! I HAVE BECOME THE OPPONENT OF MOHAMMAD HASSAN AGAIN!

*D.C. stands back up and flips the hair back that managed to flip over his bandana.*

D.C.: Yes, I'm so excited... I can't wait... There are a ton of things I didn't get to ask you in that ring... Burning questions that have been bugging me week after week after week... for instance...

*D.C. pulls a tiny piece of paper out of his pocket and holds a finger up to the camera asking for a moment.*

D.C.: Was that guy I bought got gas and soda from the other night at a gas station a relative of Rajeem? Because although I couldn't understand a word he was saying to me, he also reminded me of that beady eyed a**hat that follows you around. TWO! Why do you suck? THREE! Isn't my girlfriend a lot hotter then your boyfriend? FOUR! How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

*D.C. tosses the paper behind him and shrugs for a second.*

D.C.: Seemed like a good idea at the time. JOSEPH RIOS, OH MAN... TWICE now... TWICE me and Everlast have kicked your a** in that ring. Not looking so good now are ya champ? I mean, damn, you used to be all HIGH and MIGHTY Joesph Rios. You used to have Dynasty looking tough behind you. But as I recall... All of Dynasty... with once again, the exception of Will... whom I still don't know... Me and Everest have whooped all your a**es... its just a matter of time man... its just a matter of time, before me, or Mount Rushmore take that belt off your shoulders... then you'll have nothing... but you will always have... that look... thats right... when one of us beat you...

*D.C. reaches off camera for something and comes back with a big cardboard square.*

D.C.: When one of us beat you, it will be like looking at basketball cards... when Lebron James is dunking and that other guy thats trying to defend has that ******ed look on his face... thats what it'll look like on WZCW.com for the report. It's gonna be Everest holding up the title, or me holding up the title with you in the background.

*D.C. turns the big cardboard square around to show...

D.C.: And finally... Chuck Myles... "THE BOSS". You better watch it, because I don't give a flying f*** who you are. I will slap the piss out of you. I'll beat you around like a redheaded step child. I don't give a F***! If you really wanna lace up your boots, climb your wrinkled a** into the ring, and THINK, that no one is going to lay a hand on you. Think again. I'm not the only one that will come after you. But, I will go so far as to say, that I'm the only person in that ring to look out for. Because I'll tell you think... after I knock Macaroni Manzo down, I'll have no problem tossing your buck toothed, flabby a** all around that ring. All four of you, six if you count the two women at ringside, are F***ED! No morals, no regret, no censors... All or Nothing... and I'm gonna go all out even if it kills me... and if you don't like it...

*D.C. and Lindsey spit on the camera.*

D.C.: F*** YOU!

*D.C. knocks the camera down with a kick as it crashes to the floor. The scene fades to black with the screen a static image.*

 

[michigan]

*The scene opens with a shot of Everest’s locker room door. The door is adorned with the Everest logo and is closed. After just a few seconds, the man himself, Everest emerges from the room, water bottle in hand, blue and black workout pants on with a new Everest t-shirt promoting All or Nothing. He heads around the corner and is obviously heading toward the ring. After several seconds he heads around another corner and walks past several doors. As he passes one a very pretty young lady walks out, almost running into Everest*

LADY: Oh, excuse me, I’m so sor….

EVEREST: Hey, no problem.

LADY: Oh my God, aren’t you Everest.

EVEREST: Honey, I’m the one and only. But I have to say, I haven’t seen you around here before.

LADY: Oh that’s because I just started this week. By the way I ah…..I was wondering if you could maybe sign this for me.

EVEREST: For a fine young lady like yourself, you betcha. Do you have a pen on you?

*As the lady fumbles to find a pen she drops the pen on the floor. She then bends over at the waist to pick it up, showing off a very nice backside. Everest slowly cracks a smile as he takes in the sight of the young lady’s finely shaped rear end.*

EVEREST: *almost whispering* I love being me.

*With that the lady stands back up and gives the pen to Everest. Everest quickly signs the picture and hands it back to the young lady*

EVEREST: There you go sweets, sorry I’ve got to cut this short but I’ve got to get to the ring for my interview. I’ve got to get my two cents in on my match at All for Nothing. Hell you never know, if I don’t get out there they might give my time to some segment like Manzo’s buffet line or Mohammad Hasheem’s how to wrap a towel around your head in 85 easy steps. So take care of yourself, I’ve got to run.

*With that the lady smiles from ear to ear and heads back down the hallway as Everest watches, shaking his head and smiling before heading down the corridor toward the ring*

*As the camera fades away we hear Everest reiterate his original comment*

EVEREST: I do love being me.

*Just a few seconds pass and the camera shot changes to the entrance ramp as Everest’s music hits and the co-number 1 contender emerges onto the ramp as the fans go nuts. He quickly makes his way to the ring, grabbing a microphone from ringside and in short order he begins to address the crowd*

EVEREST: My oh my. Let’s get straight to the point. All or Nothing, WZCW’s next pay per view. Everest, once again will main event. But this time I’m not alone. You see at All or Nothing I get to team with my resident tag team partner DC, everyone’s favorite boss hater, Sincade and some fellow by the name of Nate Thorpe.

*The fans continue to applaud and cheer as Everest names off his team*

Oh wait it gets better. You see the four of us get to have some fun at the Pay per view.

*Everest takes a sip of water before continuing*

I just want you all to know that I had this great skit planned. It had everything, props, backdrops, midget impersonators of my 4 opponents, it just had everything. Unfortunately I had to scrap the whole idea.

*The crowd boos*

Yeah I know, trust me I’m just as disappointed as all of you, but you wouldn’t believe how demanding the Midget Union of America can be. Apparently asking midgets to play over the hill CEO’s past their prime or whimpering Champions who hide behind their lackeys all the time isn’t all the bad. But ask them to play an obnoxious towel wearing foul mouthed, Arab American who constantly degrades America while still cashing his paycheck that he earns while living and working here, was just too much to ask. The union completely shot down my idea. I tell you, dealing with the union leader was like dealing with a little mini-me version of Scott Boras.

*The crowd erupts in laughter at the last statements*

Seriously though, at All or Nothing life in the WZCW will probably change forever. You see at All or Nothing my team, DC, Nate Thorpe, Sincade and Everest will take on four men of very different styles.

First off, Mohammad Hasheem, I came out here trying to think of what to say to this sorry excuse for a wrestler, but you know what I’ve said so much about him that’s turned out to be true that I’ve just run out of things to say. Bottom line, Hasheem, just stay out of my way. I’m not opposed to put you on your back with a Rock Slide.

Next up, some fellow named Manzo. I have to admit that I don’t know much about this so called monster. Every bit of research and studying that I’ve done has turned up the fact that he is a big powerful man who loves to fight. He seems miscast on this team of misfits though, he doesn’t seem too happy that he is being used by Chuck Myles the way the Allies used Japan after WWII. Personally I’ve got no beef with Manzo, shoot another fight another day you might even see us fighting on the same side but at All or Nothing we’re on opposite sides meaning that he stands in my way of victory and for that I’ll find a way to remove him from my path. It might not be a Rock Slide or even a Mountain Climber but you just never know what might be coming from Everest.

Whew, who else we got. Oh yeah, Mr. Chuck Myles. Chucky boy, what are you doing? You’re getting in the ring? At your age? Chuck I’ve known you for awhile, a long while and usually we’ve been seeing eye to eye but lately I’m not sure what’s gotten into you. Maybe it’s the pressure of running a whole multi-million dollar company or maybe you’ve just been blinded by your hatred of Sincade but now you’ve gone and gotten yourself involved in my business and just like Mr. Hashbrown I really don’t know what to tell you other than be careful where you turn because a Rock Slide is always just around the corner.

But just when you think it can’t get any better, we come to my last opponent. Our beloved Champ of Champs, Mr. Main Event, God’s Gift to Wrestling, Sir Team Captain and Dynasty Dictator, Joseph Rios himself. Tell me something Rios, do you sit around at night, lying in bed maybe reading WZCW.com’s cover story on yours truly, thinking of ways to avoid me. I’ve beaten you, your lackeys, your lackey's lackeys, I’ve won in tag matches, 2 on 1’s, one on ones, you name it and I’ve beaten you up one side and down the other. Yet it seems you keep coming up with ways to keep that title of yours, but like I said before, make sure you keep it nice and pretty because I’m coming for you again and sooner, rather than later you’ll get what you truly deserve. Your time as Champion is coming to an end.

Before I go a quick couple of words to my teammates. I don’t know much about any of you. Sincade this will be our first time in a ring together, same with you Nate Thorpe and I have to say I’m quite intrigued to see what you two bring to the table. Sincade I’ve seen your abilities before and as long as you bring the intensity you always bring we will get along just fine. You asked for my help and I gave you my word, come All or Nothing, I’ve got your back, no questions asked. Thorpe, welcome to the big leagues, this is what youngsters dream of, main eventing a pay per view, standing toe to toe with the World Champion, standing shoulder to shoulder with the greatest the WZCW has to offer. Thorpe, it’s time to step up your game. Let’s see what you got.

And finally DC, you know as much as we say we don’t really like each other I have to say my respect for you and your abilities has grown greatly over the past few months and come All or Nothing team Myles will see just what we can do. We’ve taken it to Rios before, and in the near future we will take it to him again for his title but at All or Nothing we’re a team, and a damn good one at that. It’s time Team Myles finds out just what we can do. It’s time Team Myles finds out……….

THIS IS OUR WORLD, WE JUST LET THEM LIVE IN IT!

*With the crowd just whipped into a frenzy, screaming, clapping, cheering at every mention of bodily harm to Team Myles and every mention of Team Sincade and it’s members, Everest gives a slight nod to the fans, drops the microphone on the mat, and exits through the ropes and heads up the ramp, stopping every few feet or so to bask in the love the crowd is giving before finally disappearing to the back as our scene fades to black*

 

[sincade20]

(The Scene opens inside Chuck Myles office. You see Sincade sitting on the edge of the desk. He is wearing a black designer hoodie with the hood covering his head. Grey designer jeans, he is holding a sledge hammer with both hands. He looks down while bouncing the bottom edge of the hammer on the floor. )

Sincade: When I look back to when I first step foot into WZCW. Nobody...and I mean nobody thought I ever be in the position that I am in. Matter of fact the only person that believes in me was me.

(Sincade looks up and cracks his neck and stop bouncing the sledge hammer. He takes his right hand and pulls off his hood.)

Sincade: You see Chuck! All my life I have been doubted. All I ever done was live thru adversative. Now look at me. I'm 5`10 220 pounds dump men twice the size of me on their melon. When I look back at Civil Revolution you try to take the one thing that I hold dear to me and that was my wrestling career.

(Sincade leans up a little and wipes the bottom part of his chin. He looks around and examines Chuck Myles office.)

Sincade: You tried to take away my livelihood. You tried to take away what I wake up for every morning. You know you can't beat me so you go out and get yourself a crew.

(Sincade Pauses for a moment and laughs to himself. He picks up the Sledge hammer and put it across his shoulder.)

Sincade: Where I come from. If a man had a problem with another man they will settle it man to man. But no you go out and you get people like Rios, Hasheem and that "fat of an ass" Manzo. Do you really think they can protect you? Do you really think they can stop me from getting to you? Then you’re sadly mistaken.

(Sincade stands up and put the Sledge hammer into both hands)

Sincade: You can go get that paper champion Rios I bust his 270 lbs ass. The last time we were in the ring together Turban boy came and save your ass. Speaking of Turban boy, Mohammad Hair Sheen the "Sultan of The 7/11". The "Sanjaya of WZCW" the last time we meet your ass was sucking air from an oxygen mask because I choke you out. So play with me if you want.

(Then Sincade starts tighten his grab on the sledge hammer handle.)

Sincade: You was so shit in your pants that you go out of the country and get that "fat man in a diaper" Manzo. So you think your set? You think you’re so secure that you can't lose. What you don't know is that I got a little back up myself. I went out and recruited D.C, Everest and Nate Thorpe. (Pauses) I bet your wondering why Nate? You see I got something for him that I have for most men and that respect.

(Then Sincade turn to the desk and put the sledge hammer into a swinging position. He looks down at the table and says)

Sincade: You tried to take what I love the most. Now I'm going to do the same. You see Chuck I choose this place for a reason. This is the place where you made this company what it is today. So now I'm going to destroy what you built. (Pointing at the desk) This desk was where you made everything go down at. This is where you decided to hold me back.

(Then with one swing in a downward motion, Sincade Destroy the desk into piece. He takes to more swings after that now the Desk is totally destroy. Then Sincade turn to the camera and pushes his dreads away from
his face)

Sincade: You see Chuck you and I know that WZCW means everything to you and you damn well know I will try my best to take it away from you.

(Then Sincade looks at the giant picture of Chuck Myles with a sinister grin on the wall. He steps over the rubble of the table and point to the picture)

Sincade: Since my time running this bitch. This picture of you always haunted me. It felt like you were watching me. Not for nothing this might have been my motivation, but I hated this damn picture.

(Then Sincade takes the sledge hammer and swings at the picture tearing a huge whole in the middle of Chuck Myles face.)

Sincade: I remember a while back when we had a conversation about the business of wrestling. Now you cross over to my side of wrestling.

(Sincade takes the Sledge hammer and lays it on the wall. He then pull
out of his pocket a small metal canister fill with lighter fluid and squeeze it out all over the room)

Sincade: The side I bleed buckets for! You see Chuck there is no health insurance in the world that will cover getting stomp the hell out. There is H.M.O that will insure getting a shoe stuck in your ass. (picks up the hammer and walks toward the door) you may have made yourself a name in the business sense of wrestling, but your stepping your ass in a ring. Where I made a name for myself. After All or nothing you will know the true meaning of "Wrong Place, Wrong time.

(Then Sincade stop at the doorway then turns around quickly and throws the sledge hammer at a 42in Flat screen that was hanging on the wall. It fall off and begin to sparks. This set the lighter fluid on fire, now Mr. Myles whole office is a blaze. Then Sincade smiles and put his hoodie back on.)

Sincade: You built this whole company in this room. You put your whole life in this office. You put everything in this bitch. Your blood, your sweat now it all gone all up in flames. You were the reason for my hell in WZCW. (Pauses) At "All or Nothing" I'm going to bring my hell to you.

(Then the scene fades to black while the sprinkler system goes off)

 

[Melon Farmer]

Silence. Dim lights. Time freezes.

Three.

People curious, eager to see what is in store for them.

Two.

Momentum. Anticipation. Excitement. All building.

One!!

And we’re off. Lights shoot up, which reveals a regular, everyday, wrestling arena, with a wrestling ring, which is set up uniquely. An Iraqi flag, set up nicely and neatly, one on each turnbuckle. An antique Turkish rug, placed on the ring mat. A comfortable, red, velvet couch for the host. A second chair is by the couch. It is white, furry love chair for the other host to sit. There seems to be a small mat, pad kind of thing, opposite the two fancy chair. The final thing that makes the ring unusual is the fact that there is a cut out of Saddam Hussein in 2 corners, diagonally across from each other. If you could see it, then you would swear that terrorists designed it.

Suddenly, purple lights appear and erotic Muslim music hits. Two Indian girls belly dance down the ramp, one going to the, outside, left side of the ring and the other went to the right. Music still playing, two more belly dancers come out and stand by the ring poles, on the outside, one on the right and one on the left.

Suddenly, Mohammad Hasheem’s theme song hits and both he and Rajeem come out in a very special way. Carried by 4 men, each, they are sitting on a kind of thing, in which the men hold, carrying Rajeem and Hasheem in the process. Both men are wearing matching white robes, with ancient designs. They are also wearing matching white turbans. They are on their knees, on the pad thing, arms stretched, acting like they are bigger than everyone else. Pyro goes off as he yells in his native language. He is brought down, as well as Rajeem. They get into the ring and they start twirling, with their arms stretched out as if they are presenting the ring. They look around the ring with huge smiles, as his music stops. The house show fans are booing the crap out of Rajeem and Hasheem, and both of them are “eating” it up.

Hasheem: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you all.

Davari: Shallam, Achi Achkoom!! SHALLAM!!!

The heat is huge. They can hardly even be heard talking, due to the loud booing. They don’t even acknowledge it though.

Hasheem: Thank you for the warm welcome, I truly appreciate it. I feel honored. May Allah give you all that you wish!! Let’s all praise ALLAH!!

It is obvious that the crowd is going nuts with booing him.

Hasheem: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the trial edition, of hopefully many, “The Sultan’s Shoot Out” with your hosts: Yours truly and Rajeem. This is my show. This will go my way. I am in control. This will be uncensored. Unscripted, and unplanned, where anything goes, where there ARE no ruled!! You disrespect us on our turf, our turf, and you will be whacked!! Now, this show is obviously going to be a little interview segment, but only if I feel like it. Now, tonight’s very first trial edition of “The Sultan’s Shoot Out” needs to be impactful, making impact! So you fans of WZCW are in for a treat. This is a house show, and it is not being aired, so to cut to the chase, I have something huge in store for you…

The crowd cheers. A little weak cheer, but still an okay pop.

Hasheem: …filthy, worthless, disgusting Americans.

Forget the pop, we are hearing cheap heat, as Hasheem and Rajeem are laughing. Speaking of Rajeem, he is sitting in his white, furry love chair, resting like a king.

Hasheem: Anything can happen on this show, MY SHOW!! And tonight I, the great Mohammad Hasheem, the Sultan of WZCW, will be holding an interview. The man I will be interviewing is: drum roll please.

An upbeat drum roll plays.

Hasheem: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time: MOHAMMAD HASHEEM!!

The crowd boo and start chanting “You suck!!”

Hasheem: Thank you for having me on your show.

It’s an honor to have someone with your expertise. So how are you?

Good, and I must say, this thing you have, is brilliant!!

Yes, yes I know. Haha.

The crowd isn’t liking this at all, as Hasheem laughs it off.

Hasheem: Ladies and gentlemen, let me get to the point. You all hate me because of who I am. Because of what I have done. I have taken out your favorite stars like Arch Angel and El Guerrero. I have clearly made my mark, and actually marked my territory here in WZCW. Also, I have clearly shown my hatred for all you and that stupid America.

He spits on the floor when he said “America”

Hasheem: But you know something, there is so much I have to say and I never get the time to express my thoughts. Well that all changed, right now!!! Tonight, we start!! My hate for stupid America!!

He spits on the floor again, and gets massive heat.

Hasheem: There are many reasons I hate “it.” Their lack of respect for others is the best reason I, and everyone else, hates it.

The crowd boo in disagreement.

Hasheem: Oh? You don’t believe me? Well then how do you explain the KKK? How do you explain the whole petition for banning Gay marriages?

The crowd boo at the slur.

Hasheem: Hey!! I don’t have to like it. Anyways, how do you explain the War on Terror, the War in Iraq taking place currently? Oh yea, sure, the U.S. wants peace, well just like all of you filthy Americans, the US is full of shit!! Fucking hypocrites. The innocent children of Iraq get beaten, abused, and killed daily because of the bombs, courtesy of you people. You say that the U.S. troops defend your rights? Your freedom? So does that mean they represent you?

They all cheer, and start a small “U.S.” chant. He starts chuckling when it dies down.

Hasheem: Well then that means that you are all killers and cold blooded, killing, savages!!

The crowd boo.

Hasheem: Oh? You don’t believe me? Why? Because I’m different? Fine, then explain this. Oh, sorry I forgot you are all stupid Americans, and that I have to explain everything. Haha.

Hasheem spits on the floor.

Rajeem: Ya, chimeegee, haha, toopoya Amracans.

Rajeem spits on the floor.

Rajeem: Haha.

Hasheem: Anyways, please all take a look at the tron, and then we’ll see who was right.

We see a video clip on the titatron.

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Hasheem: Well? I’m waiting for an apology!!

The crowd boos.

Hasheem: Fuck you all!! You guys don’t even deserve to be in my presence!!

Major heat.

Hasheem: So now you finally see that you are all savages. Cold blooded killers!! Because of you, because of stupid U.S.A. innocent children get hurt and killed. I hope you are all happy!!

Hasheem starts screaming, as he keeps bad mouthing everybody.

Hasheem: You should all be shot!! I hope you and your children and your children’s children all experience what those poor and innocent children in Iraq experience!!

Rajeem: Amen. Amen.

The crowd starts booing but it quickly turns into a “USA” chant.

Hasheem: You know what?!? I don’t know why I decided to have my trial “The Sultan’s Shoot Out” segment here, in this dump. Never again will you people ever see this segment done in this kick of a town!! NEVER!!

The crowd cheers and still chant “USA”

Hasheem: GOOD DAY!! Let’s go Rajeem!!

Hasheem storms out as Rajeem follows him, as the crowd still chants “USA!!”​

 

[The Enforcer]

The scene open with Joseph "The Main Event" Rios walking around backstage with a camera crew. He is walking slowly as he gives his interview.

You know all week I have sat by the tv and listened to my opponents talking their smack. Listening to them all lay claim to how they can beat me and how they have my number. As much as you all say you have my number the fact still remains that I still hold this World Title right here. I am still the WZCW Champ and there isnt anything that any of you have been able to do about it so far.

Rios adjust the title on his shoulder as he continues to walk backstage.

Look its real simple. At "All or Nothing" I will lead "Team Myles" AKA The Rios Revolution into battle and I do not intend on leaving that match with a loss. I fully intend on making sure that my team walks out of that arena with a victory on their records. I am the reason why people will even be paying to see that PPV. I put the asses in the seats and keep the money pouring in. As much as you all claim you hate me, you all love me that much more. I mean lets take a look at my opponents this week.

First we will start with Nate Thorpe. This guy is a complete joke. To be honest I am not even sure how he made it into WZCW. Well dont take my word for it, look at him.

Rios stops at a table that is set up in the hallway and picks up a picture of Nate Thorpe.

Rios looks at the photo and laughs.

Well honestly I am not sure if this is him, but if not its his twin. The fact is that this guy made more money then Thorpe will ever see in his life and Thorpe is supposed to be this hard ass? Let me ask you, what the hell have you done here? What victories do you hold under your belt? What groundbreaking things have you ever been apart of? Have you ever held a World Title? I think I can answer all of those questions by saying, nothing, none that are important, absolutley none and Hell No. Face it, your nothing more then a joke and you need to make sure you dont show up this week or you will get your ass handed to you I promise you that.

Rios continues his walk along baskstage until he gets to another table that has been set up.

Well my next opponent is a man that I personally have no beef with. Granted he may be a hot head and sarcastic at times but he is not threat to me. He challenged me for my title while he was in charge and still couldnt get the job done. Of course the man I am speaking of is Sincade.

Rios lifts up a picture of Sincade and shrugs his shoulders.

To be honest there is nothing special about him. Yeah he is currently in charge but he isnt as talented as he may seem to think he is. Sincade this week you will just find out what it means to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Now on to 1 person who I have met a couple of times in that ring, he is the self proclaimed "Pinnacle of Perfection" Thats right ladies and gentleman I am talking about Everest.

Rios holds up a picture of Everest and shakes his head.

Thats really a shame. Everest you have really let yourself go man. I know that when you didnt win the title you were depressed but I had no idea you have began eating yourself to death. It really quite tragic. The only "perfect" thing about you is that your "Perfectly round". You should really quit eating those twinkes, they are going to catch up to you this week when I roll your fat ass around that damn ring.

But last but certainly not least, we have D.C. The man who wanted to show off pictures. The man who claims he will be the one to take this title from me. D.C. I have known you for quite some time now, I have seen this change you have gone through, but since you like showing pictures of things that have yet to happen, let me show you something that has happend.

You see thats you laid out on the floor and thats me standing tall. You had just gotten your ass kicked for running your mouth, pretty much just like what your doing now, so my advice to you is to shut your damn mouth before i break your jaw. You have been nothing but a pain in my ass ever since you decided to come back to WZCW. The fact is that nobody cares about you anymore, nobody wants to see you. You are just taking up tv time. So go back to that bar you came from you stupid drunk. If you show up this week I promise you I will beat your ass worse then you have ever been beating before. D.C. I have one more image you better get used to seeing because its not going to change for a long time.

Rios holds up another image.

Rios holds up an image of him holding the WZCW Title.

Theres me with the WZCW title, get used to it because it aint going anywhere anytime soon.

Rios walks off camera before coming back.

O yea there was 1 more person.

Rios begins to look for the picture. He looks under the table.

Oh here it is.

Rios laughs and looks directly into the camera

Hasheem stay out of my way.

Rios walks off the camera as the camera shows the image of the camel.​

 

[RatedR_HBK11]

[Showtime walks into a confessional type booth. He has a light smile on his face and taps his microphone to test if it's working, like he's never used one before.. he puts his shades on and looks at the camera...he looks like he's all business.]



Thorpe: 1st off, I'd like to thank all my fans for supporting me in the dark times I've had. You all may not know this, but my uncle passed away December 27th at the age of 47.



[Thorpe sinks his head down to gather himself. It's the 1st time he's spoken of his uncle's sudden death. he takes a while before he continues...but he appears visibly shaken.]



Thorpe: My uncle was a great man. He's the only man that ever supported me in EVERYTHING I've done, that's something that a lot of uncles can't say of their nephews. He's the only man that's shown up to my matches in my family. He's the only MAN I KNEW around these parts excluding myself, and I'm honored to have known him...and you people are at a huge loss for NOT knowing him.



[Thorpe gets a bit choked up. Leon and Becky come towards him to hand him tissues, but he shoves them away as he lets the tears flow. He then takes off his shades.]



Thorpe: I shouldn't be here. I should be with my family. This match-up should be the farthest thing from my mind than anything right now. But I know that's not what my uncle wants. I know that's not what my family wants. I know that's not what my FANS want either. I'll be out there as a part of Team Sincade doing my damndest to make sure that 4 men don't walk next week.



[Cheers can be heard from the fans as Thorpe speaks, but then he starts to revert to his normal self.]


Thorpe: What's crazy is that even though I've been burying family while I've been away, the burying here never ceases to amaze me. I'll start with your Champ Joseph Rios. Listen up 'seph, the Urkel line was cute and all, but let's get real, you're our supposed champion, you're supposed to be original, intimidating, fierce, dominant, blah, blah, f*ckin blah. Well...Mr. Picture Book, I'd like to inform you that you are none of the above. Maybe except the blahs, but that's beside the point. You wanna talk to be about how many world titles I've held. Let me ask you this? How many world title shots have I HAD, dumbass? Answer me that. That's all on you.



[Thorpe gets a bit restless and stands up. His shades go back on and he starts pacing around.


Thorpe:Think that hippo Manzo, that waste of space Hash-brown, or our asshole "boss" can handle your "monkey see, monkey do" style well as your Dynasty apes? What? I'm guessing that silence means no? Oh, and speaking of primates...since you're the leader of those apes, and you have that belt...would that make you a...chimpion? A chimpion without his pack of monkeys. Lonely up there at the top Rios? Want me to toss a banana to you? You're nothing but a tattooed Donkey Kong. And just like Mario did all those years ago DK, I'm gonna bust your dome, take the chick, and go for the win.


[Thorpe smiles again as he turns around again.]



Thorpe: Mr. Myles...remember when I 1st got my start here? I told you about the guy you were partnering me with...you remember that, right? I KNOW ya do, you watched as Salatino screwed me over. Now that I got me some real partners, let's see how hard you laugh when you're in the Bright Lights...cause oh yeah, you know when the Bright Lights are on...


[Thorpe puts his shades on and outstretches his arms as to give a call out to his uncle.]


Thorpe: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT'S SHOWTIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[As Thorpe leaves the booth, he walks back to his seat.]


Thorpe:Gus...Will, don't think I forgot about you guys. I'll be watching you guys from afar. We're not done, not by a LONG shot. Scream at me when your boys are done fighting over STD Heidi.