Sammeal McBane vs Tyler Cross

[Bondic]

Rp limit is 3 Max
Deadline 1 meaning the 1st rp needs to be in by July 7th. 11:59pm
Deadline 2 is last chance July 9th 11:59pm

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{We open on an uncharacteristically warm June afternoon at Villa Park. No one is around right now, in fact only two cars are parked near the entrance to the exclusive entrance to the Executive Box. One is a deep sky-blue Mustang with the registration plate reading "KS 1". This car belongs to Wrestling Millionaire Kaleb Steele. A man that has worked in the wrestling world for years. Still to this day, he keeps involved with the promotion, visiting when he can even in a non-ownership capacity. The other car is the well-known metallic purple Lamborghini Diablo belonging to former AWS Pinnacle Champion, Sammeal McBane. The door of the Diablo opens in its familiar upward fashion and Sammeal takes a quick look around the area, checking no one is around before climbing out of the car. He is dressed to impress in a fitted Armani suit, a dark purple tie and an expensive looking pair of sunglasses. Reaching into the car, he pulls out a leather briefcase before heading to the entrance of the box and up the stairs inside the door. We cut to Sammeal walking the last few steps up onto the landing as his phone rings}

Lilith: Hey baby, I didn't see you before you left. Everything Ok?

Sammeal: Yeah hun, it's all fine. Just had to nip out and get some supplies. You holding up, Ok?

Lilith: You know me. Hold up here at your house, feet up and I'm catching up on that Bake Off program. It's pretty good, you know!

Sammeal: One day, you'll develop some taste, right? I gotta go baby, I'll call you soon, Ok? I love you.

Lilith: I love you too! Bye!

{With that, Sammeal puts his phone onto Silent mode, before popping it into his pocket. This must be important. He approaches a door which was at the far end of the corridor, and scans a key card. The door buzzes and he let’s himself in. Sunlight illuminates the room, but it quickly becomes apparent that this is a conference room. The décor and furniture look exquisite. Not like you'd expect in a second tier Football club. Sammeal approaches the table and sets his case down, taking a second to take in the view over the fabled pitch of Villa Park. Before their demise a couple of years ago, The McBane Family elders were known to give even the best a hard time here}

BUZZZZZZ!!

{Sammeal turns around to face the door, leaning against the table. His eyes widen and you see his hands tense, his grip on the solid wooden table increases. Who is he expecting? The door swings open}

Man: Seems you got here early! I'd expect you to be "fashionably late" as always.

Sammeal: I live about fifteen minutes away from here, man. Driving what I drive? Make that twelve!!

{It quickly becomes apparent that the voice belongs to none other than Kaleb Steele! He walks in, subtly checking behind the door to make sure he's ready if this goes south}

Steele: I got just as much reason to be apprehensive as you do, Sam. It's not a set up. No one knows we're here.

Sammeal: No one??

Steele: No one!!

{Kaleb lets his guard down a little bit. Approaching the table, walking right past Sammeal and setting himself up on the opposite side of the table. He almost seems to be making a point of laying the UHW Championship belt on the table in front of Sammeal. The light from outside catches the metallic plates and sends a shimmering light onto the ceiling as Sammeal's eyes widen momentarily, before snapping back to his familiar half-scowl}

Sammeal: Cute, is that meant to be a statement?

Steele: I know, right? Thought you'd like to get nice and close!!

{Steele offers his hand to Sammeal. Sammeal stares at it, back to the title belt and up at Kaleb's face. The face that displays that familiar oh-so confident smile. After a few seconds, Sammeal tentatively accepts Kaleb's offer of a handshake before both men take seats at the table. The tension is evident. Up until two weeks ago, these guys couldn't be within fifty feet of each other without tearing chunks out of one another. Seconds pass, which seem like hours}

Steele: So, why did you ask me here? To sit there and stare at me?

Sammeal: Come on, you may be a poster boy to some, but not to me....Besides, your face always looks better post-Synful.

{Kaleb rubs his jaw, as if he is remembering the sensation of Sammeal's inanimate sidekick making contact with his face}

Steele: Look ...you know and I know, that we have a common enemy here. I wanted to bring this together in a professional manner to see if we can make it work. Six days from now we will be out there behind where you sit going up against one of the dark horses of UHW, Tyler Cross and the most puzzling character to walk through those doors in Tyler himself. Now we can do this two ways. We can go out there, be ourselves, not trust each other as far as we can throw each other and roll over for them, or we can be the Sammeal McBane and his Brothers that ended their run here in UHW. We don't need to be friends, we don't even need to like each other. I just know, I prefer to be on the winning side than seeing Tyler's f*cking smug grin when he gets what he wants.

Sammeal: You know? This might be the first time we see eye to eye. As far as I'm concerned now ...We're even. That's why you saw me at that other place in your second failed promotion. The fact that you got involved in not one, but two title matches of mine which saw me ultimately come out victorious ...which I didn't need, by the way ...But the fact that you are making moves that intentionally piss of Tyler is what speaks to me. Me showing up last night was repayment. Like you, I don't do debt. The McBane lineage is one of a proud nature, and one which believes in honor. So, what are you proposing? That we sing, and dance merrily into the sunset?

Steele: Not at all. Fact is Sam, I never hated you. I'm a cerebral guy, believe it or not. Any time I f*cked with you, any time I beat you down was all a mind game. To me, emotion rarely comes into play. I wanted a competitive edge. I wanted to have the advantage going into whatever match we were about to have at the time. I never hated you ...But I sure as hell never loved you, either.

Sammeal: Well, I can count on one finger the amount of times you gained that edge and still have room to show you the door. Hades, all you did was piss me off, making me more focused and determined to hold onto what is mine. Speaking of which ...Why toss me the title? It's all you've wanted for months now.

Steele: Well l...For one, as you know, I always said I would be the one to dethrone you. I'd be the one to take that title and I'd be the next King of the Mountain. Plus the kicker, the Champ was impressionable. The way they took that deal with The Powers That Be, the way they dropped that Championship because they heard a few bad words about themselves ...Who knows when they would have gone dark again. If that's the case, the owner would never get that power back by re-signing the former Champion. That's why you're also a former World Champion too. Every decision I make is made with regard to how much it can weaken the grip you have on UHW.

{Sammeal's eyebrows flick up in a moment of surprise as he takes a sip of cool beer. He clearly thought of Kaleb as some hot head that acted on impulse all this time}

Steele: So, here's the proposition. You give me your word that we have each other’s backs here. We run rough shot on this place, we eliminate the threat of the Prosperous Ones, and we can go back to fighting like we used to. In return, I give you my word of the same. I may not appear it, but I have always fulfilled my promises.

{Sammeal nods his head towards the UHW Championship laying in front of him}

Sammeal: Except for one, huh?

{Sammeal frowns and takes a deep breath before composing himself. It's not the time to lose it}

Steele: What I'm saying is, I'm more of a man of honor than you probably recognize. Whether it be Lilith, you, or even Scotty Paine's crazy ass ...If I gave my word to them, I'll always go to the wall for them. On top of that ...

{Kaleb opens the briefcase in front of him, spinning it around to face Sammeal}

Steele: That's $250,000 cash! That's what I made from the last pay-per-view show. For one night's work! I know you get a ton of money just for your bloodline, but what I'm proposing is we take that money right now and send a message to Haze. Just know there's a lot more where that came from ...believe me.

{Sammeal takes a second to ponder the proposal and Kaleb's justifications. Which make a surprising amount of sense considering the man he thought of him to be. Sammeal closes the case and looks directly at Kaleb}

Sammeal: First of all, money won't impress me. You think you're the first guy to offer me cash to sign my name? But having considered your proposal, I can agree. Tyler is an infection here in UHW. He needs to be eliminated. He's corrupting the roster one by one. So as of this week, count me in!!

{Sammeal and Kaleb shake hands much more enthusiastically than before. Locking eyes as they do so}

Sammeal: So Spectacle. Tyler, and any other Cross Family Member. Got any thoughts?

Steele: Plenty! First of all, just because he’s a top contender for the Title ...Don't think I'll go easy on him. I know there's no love lost between you two anyway, but this is a competition. A fight. At the end of the day, he’s just another victim for you to beat on.

Sammeal: Seems like that Title has a curse of finding lovers who argue ...

Steele: Tyler ...That guy hardly put up a fight at all this last week in any of his contests. He started out hot, but without his henchmen, he doesn't concern me too much.

Sammeal: Funny thing is, I feel the same and can almost hear Tyler's whiny voice in my head telling me not to take them lightly. I don't believe for a second, that he can beat me. Not the number one points at himself, and number two points at ranked wrestlers in UHW.

Steele: Exactly ...You think Stalker Knight and Scotty Paine can be a threat to the UHW Champion by themselves?

{Tension hangs in the air momentarily, before Sammeal speaks}

Sammeal: Well played. You must agree this title looks better on me though.

{With that, Sammeal and Kaleb shake hands again. They both get up, pack their belongings in and head to the door together. As they head the same way out along the corridor. You hear The Shadow Walker's voice in the background}

Shadow Walker: Just imagine if there wasn't that bullshyte rule about contenders for the World Championship having to come from opposing sides ....If we can hammer out a deal like that ...Imagine what we could have done to the Champion, and those before them …Do You See, What I See??

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Tyler Cross RP

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