Malibu's Partner Revealed~!, in these two segments. Options

[Zack Malibu]

These were to be on HeldDOWN~!, but since we didn't have HD!, here ya go so you know the deal heading into tonight's PPV.

In the inner workings of the arena, former Tough Enough standout and all around metro-ish guy JOSH MATTHEWS is strutting through the halls, looking dapper as always. Josh, en route to his next interview assignment (or perhaps the nearest mirror to check his frosted hair) turns a corner, when who should he run into but Scotty Static and Johnny "Jam" Jackson, the OAOAST World Tag Team Champions!

SCOTTY
Jiggity Josh, whassup brah?

JOSH
Heh, hey Scotty. 'Sup, Johnny?

JACKSON
Yo, Josh, we just want you to know that last week, well it ain't no thing. Zack Attack ain't been feelin' right in the head since that Crystal deal, we all know that. Just goes to show what a big man he was to be frontin' on you.

JOSH
Malibu? Please, that psycho thinks he writes my checks. Thinks this company is his and his alone. He's too into himself that he doesn't even realize that...

Suddenly, Matthews feels a presence behind him, and Static and Jackson look over, their eyes squinting into a disapproving glare. Matthews turns around, and the crowd in the arena "ooooh's" as the camera pans to the side, showing the former two time World Champion standing right behind the diminutive announcer.

MALIBU
What don't I realize, Matthews?

JOSH
I...I uh...

SCOTTY
Yo, Malibu, why don't you take your babbling ass on over to your Thrillogy headquarters and work on your situations there. Ain't no need to be steppin' to my homeboy J. Math.

MALIBU
Excuse me? I don't even know what the hell you just said, but apparently you need to be reminded of who I am. Those belts on your shoulders...they belong to me. Your contracts, they belong to me. Your very careers belong to me, because you were nothing when you got here, and if it wasn't for me this place wouldn't be standing to house your god damn pop culture stupidity.

JACKSON
Stupidity? Bro, let me tell you something...

MALIBU
Tell me what, Jackson? Face it, you guys, you're flavor of the month. You got by in a division that was weaker than day old coffee. Nowadays the tag scene has no constants, no domination, no...

All of a sudden, Malibu does a double take, similar to Josh just moments ago. When he turns around, he's face to face with Tony "The Body" and Dan Black, the two longtime OAOAST stars that combine to make the tag team Black T.

T-BOD
Hold your thoughts on the tag scene, Malibu. We need to talk.

MALIBU
Oh yeah? Try asking, not ordering.

T-BOD
No need to get hostile, Zack. Me and Dan here, we've got business to tend to, and it's business that I think you might want in on.

MALIBU
Business, huh?

T-BOD
Nothing but.

MALIBU
Fine. Lead the way.

Black, on his crutches, gets a head start, followed by T-Bod. Malibu turns back to Josh and the GPX, delivering a cold stare to the three of them.

MALIBU
We're not done with this. Not by a longshot.

Malibu walks off, following Black T to another part of the arena, as GPX reassure Josh Matthews that they've got his back, as the scene fades out.

[Zack Malibu]

Backstage yet again, we catch up to Zack Malibu and Black T, who have taken up shop in a conference room in the arena. Malibu leans back in his chair, his feet up on the table and a smirk on his face, as T-Bod and Dan sit on the other side, looking very serious.

MALIBU
So, let me get this straight...you want my help with something?

BLACK
It's not like that.

MALIBU
Oh, riiiight...you're just trying to get ahead by finding a way to latch on to me, right? Guys, you've been here as long as me, but let's face it...you don't know what it's like. Not one bit.

T-BOD
Oh no?

MALIBU
Not a clue.

T-BOD
Then let me refresh your memory Zack, because the three of us are more alike than you think. You pride yourself on being our "savior", our Franchise if you will, correct?

MALIBU
True statement.

T-BOD
Well, what about us, huh? What about me, the good ol' boy, running errands for the network, the upper brass, playing devoted company man? What about Dan, working his ass off to try and make something out of IntenseZone once they threw the brand split on us? Where was our appreciation, our just due? It wasn't until we grew bitter, jaded, and forged this team of ours that we realized we were being held back by our true potential. We were so blinded by what the company wanted us to do for the company that we lost track of what we needed to do for ourselves.

MALIBU
Touching, it really is. But, remind me...this affects me HOW? I could have told you long ago that being a company man wasn't going to get you anything.

BLACK
Think about it, Zack. The three of us, as different as our attitudes may be, are very similar in character. Three superstars, born in the days before the GPX, Crystal, Panther, Drek Stone...go back a little further, and we were here before the Foshi's, K-Money's and Spider Poet's. We were here for it all...the aWo to the Underground. The In Crowd ring a bell? We have seen it all in this company. We have bled, we have broken ourselves to keep this place afloat, and people don't commend our efforts. They hate us for what we are, when all we are is honest with them. It's not greed, it's not pride, it's FACT that this company owes it's soul to you, to me, and to Tony here. So, when the GPX got in your business last week, it set off the lightbulbs over our heads. That B-rate boyband has something that belongs to us, and we planned on taking it back at Thanksgiving Star Wars, but unfortunately the man upstairs blessed me with a sore knee and a pair of crutches.

MALIBU
I'm listening.

T-BOD
And that's all we wanted you here for. What I'm proposing, Zack, is that you take Dan's place this Sunday.

MALIBU
You want me to team with you?

BLACK
WE want you to team with him.

MALIBU
And what's in it for you, Dan?

BLACK
The satisfaction of getting the belts back on men that deserve them. However, there is a catch...

MALIBU
Of course there is.

BLACK
You see, being a company man, you'd know that a substitution, should he win the title, is obligated to hand the belt over to the person he took the place of. However, I'm a fair man, and I don't expect you to just hand that belt over to me once this knee heals. So, here's the deal. You and T-Bod vs. GPX, belts on the line. You guys win, we Freebird the belts.

MALIBU
Freebird them? You mean any three of us can defend them at any given time?

T-BOD
Old school style, baby. The way I like it.

MALIBU
I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it.

BLACK
So, you're in?

MALIBU
I'm in. But so help me God, you cross me, or use me in anyway...I'll have you guys working indies in Bumfuck, NC for $50 payoffs. Get me?

T-BOD
We get you, Zack, as long as you get us. This is business for us...but destroying the GPX...that's personal. You just save enough of them for Dan here to get his hands on.

All three stand up, and Malibu reaches over, shaking the hands of both men.

MALIBU
It's about time someone realized who I am.

After uttering those cryptic words, Malibu walks off, leaving a pleased Black T to softly converse with each other, as our scene fades to black.