NXT December 18th, 2014
Rafael Chiclana rapped on the door of the General Manager's office. He'd never had cause to come and see William Regal, yet early this morning he received a text to swing by. The wrestler's nervousness crept up again as he stood there. It was taking a long time for a response..
"Come in." The stern voice of the Englishman relieved Raf's worry and he pushed open the door. William Regal sat at his desk, putting away files. He looked particularly stressed out as he checked to see who it was."Ah. You're uh- Rafael Chiclana, correct?"
"Yes, sir." Rafael continued to stand in front of the desk, not entirely sure what he should do with his hands. "You messaged me this morning."
"I remember. I've got a lot on my plate, but I do remember that." William shuffled through some papers on his desk and pulled one out. "You've been with us since the FCW shut down. Not made much of a mark there." He quirked an eyebrow. "I saw you training the other week and was hoping to give you an opportunity."
"Really?" Rafael's face split into a grin. He'd become a fixture on the house show circuit and become content with that. Now there was a chance for him to further his career? The Puerto Rican would go all in on the chance of a lifetime.
"Yes." Regal smiled at the young man before him. He was only twenty two years old and he showed a lot of promise. "Bull Dempsey is not feeling satisfied with having one opponent tonight, so I've slotted you in. It will be you versus Jesús DeLeón vs Bull Dempsey."
Bull Dempsey? Raf had seen the kind of tear that he'd been on in recent weeks. While they were the same height, the momentum that Bull would be bringing into the match was nothing to sneeze at. He also did not have the weight to go toe to toe with him.
"That's a tall order, Mr. Regal." Rafael shook off all of his worries. "And I'm not backing down. Tonight, I'm going to make sure that you did not make a mistake choosing me."
"That's what I like to hear, lad. Go ahead and get ready. The backstage personnel will help you set up." The general manager of NXT went back to his papers and waved him off.
Rafael exited the office. He quickly checked to see if anyone was around, then threw his arms up in victory. This was his moment. His opportunity to grasp fate by the horns and make a name for himself. Like hell would he waste it.
To say that Rafael Chiclana was nervous as he stood in the ring with Jesus DeLeon, would be an absolute understatement. Some of the crowd recognized him, but the majority had no clue who he was. The pressure had started mounting from the time his music hit. When Bull's music hit, that's when shit got real. Holy shit. I'm really here. I'm in the ring. I'm on live television. This is my chance. Rafael shrugged off his hoodie and threw it outside of the ring. He took a deep breath and turned around right into a clothesline from Bull Dempsey. What just hit me? The wrestler looked up at the lights and could barely register being picked back up to his feet. Should have paid attention. Without further ado, he was tossed from the ring.
Rafael tried to shake the cobwebs out of his head as he crawled to the barricade. This was not how his debut would end. He grasped the top of the barricade and pulled himself up, leaning against it. The Puerto Rican searched the ring with his eyes and saw Bull absolutely clobber Jesus with a clothesline. It didn't look like Mr. DeLeon would be recovering from that. He spotted Bull heading for the ropes and had a realization. Bull's going for the diving headbutt. This is my moment. Raf rolled in the ring and pulled down the top rope, dropped Bull onto the top turnbuckle. He stood in the corner adjacent to his massive opponent and ran forward, delivering a big boot that sent the larger wrestler sprawling to the outside of the ring. Rafael got a quick glimpse of the crowd, who appeared to be stunned at the turn of events, before grabbing Jesus DeLeon and performing a basic cloverleaf.
Rafael made damn sure to face the side where Bull had gone down and saw the big man rising up. "TAP!" He wrenched the hold, willing his opponent to submit. "TAPPPPP!"
Bull slid in the ring, but the sound of a dull thudding stopped him midway. Rafael looked at the referee in shock as his music started to play. He looked back at Bull who looked pissed. The Puerto Rican turned to the ref, who seemed to have the same idea, and together they rolled out of the ring with Raf's hand going up. As soon as Bull came after him, he ran up the ramp and headed backstage.
Still high on the nirvana of winning his debut match, Rafael walked down the hall with a skip in his step. He made sure that Regal hadn't made a mistake so far, but where to go from here?
"Excuse me, Rafael? Rafael Chiclana?" Devin Taylor, who usually did the backstage interviews, called out to him. She had a cameraman with her. "Would you like to comment after that shocking win?"
"Comment?" Raf stopped for a second. "Of course I'd like to comment! Did you see what I just did to Bull Dempsey? I took my shot and won! Big boot to the face and there's no more talking. That win is only the first win in a long line of wins as I establish my legacy in NXT." He turned to continue off, only to come back. "Soy el luchador número uno en esta empresa. No se compara conmigo. Yo soy el indicado." With that, Raf strode off to collect his things.
Author's Note: That is Google Translate Spanish, so hopefully it wasn't too bad. Just thought I would throw it in there for a little flair.