Zack Malibu

So all those witty retorts were just a defense mechanism for Slayer's true feelings?

Tonight, playing the role of Dubs, is LiM.

COLE What a night this past Sunday at World Without End. So much drama unfolding, I'm yet to get over it! COACH Can't get over it? We saw a tag title change, we saw Alf strike gold, complete chaos with The Wildcards and their respective matches... COLE ...and what about the main event? COACH Words fail me Michael, words fai… Even if words hadn’t failed the Coach he probably would have been cut off at that moment anyway, by the appearance of a huge black Hummer coming into the arena from a side entrance. COACH Alright, my Christmas bonus came early! Booyah! COLE A black Hummer? This isn't WCW! The big black monster machine’s engine roars as the Hummer turns down the entrance aisle and then drives towards the ring, leaving the fans eager to await its purpose in the arena. COLE This is definitely not on the format...who's driving this thing? COACH How the hell should I know? It’s tinted like a mofo, Cole! The Hummer stops mere inches from the ring, idling for a moment before the engine is turned off. Then it just sits there as the crowd speculates about who’s in the vehicle. COLE Are they just going to sit there? COACH Go find out. Knock on the window. Investigate~! After shutting down, the doors swing open after another moment or two of quiet, with a set of freshly polished cowboy boots visible as they step down from the inside of the vehicle. Ducking his head and holding onto his trademark hat, the driver comes out of the Hummer, revealing himself to be the "King of Pain" himself, BRUCE BLANK! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! COLE Bruce Blank? It’s the leader of the Wildcards!! COACH What's HE doing with a Hummer? Shouldn't he be driving an '86 Chevy pickup, maybe a nice pale blue color... COLE COACH! C'mon, enough! What do they want!? Bruce steps out, and reaches back in, pulling his trademark barbed wire baseball bat off of the seat before slamming his door shut. As his door shuts, the other ones open up, revealing that fellow Wildcards Todd Cortez and Bloodshed are in tow. Cortez slams the back door, but at the last second it's prevented from shutting...because LANDON MADDIX is stepping out of the hummer as well! COLE What the...Maddix! So much for not having anything to do with Wildcard affairs! Bruce, with a face like a slapped ass, walks up the steps and into the ring. Clad in loose, open flannel shirt, the tape on his ribs and sternum tells the tale of a war this past Sunday, namely the aftermath of the Usual Suspects/Dead Precidents matchup when Zack Malibu took Bruce's own weapon and smashed him in the chest with it. Bloodshed, equally battered, looks more sinister than ever as he looms in the background. Maddix, minus Megan Skye this evening, steps up on the ropes, posing for the crowd and showing more showmanship than the other three...which leads to Cortez yanking him off the ropes and staring him down for it, leaving Maddix to ask what he did wrong. COLE I see that Maddix and Cortez haven't exactly patched things up tonight! COACH He left his boy to get beat down, Mikey! Don't ask me how he's still standin' right now! COLE The GPX broke out their own "street style" the other night at World Without End, abruptly ending their match with a wild brawl looking to eliminate at least one member of The Wildcards, the very team that was brought in to take care of the GPX six months back! In possession of the microphone, Blank appears to be the spokesperson for the despised group of individuals in the ring...but the fans decide to drown him out before he can begin! AAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHOLE!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHOLE!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHOLE!! COACH You know I’ve never really liked the Canadians…until now. COLE Well they certainly don’t like Blank, Bloodshed, Cortez or Maddix! Bruce, angered by the response, shoots a downright evil stare at the fans (and the hard camera). Maddix does more posturing, trying to get the crowd to "shoosh", but his flamboyance only draws more jeers from the crowd! Once their appears to be a break in the booing, Bruce starts to speak. BLANK This past Sunday night... YOU LOST!! YOU LOST!! YOU LOST!! YOU LOST!! YOU LOST!! Instantly, Bruce scowls COACH Call me crazy, but it doesn't look like he's happy with this reminder! COLE Yeah that’s such a shame really. BLANK This past Sunday night, ya'll witnessed history. I readily admit, you witnessed something special...you all witnessed the luckiest night in Zack Malibu's life! COLE Luckiest night? BLANK Ya'll witnessed a massacre, something that we Wildcards pride ourselves on. We lived up to our words, and we took it to your heroes! Truth is, we beat on them like drums, until ONE LUCKY MOMENT, one moment of sunshine gave Zack Malibu and Leon Rodez a momentary taste of glory. ONE MINOR INCIDENT, a god damn misstep, and now Zack Malibu and Leon Rodez are prancing around like they've won a war! Bruce pauses, and strips himself of his shirt, leaving nothing but bare skin and bandages to be shown to the worldwide viewing audience. BLANK LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT BLOODSHED! LOOK AT THE BLOOD STAINS ON THE RINGMAT THAT WE LEFT, ALL FOUR OF US! Jesus CHRIS, Zack, do you think that because you got LUCKY...ONE HUNDRED PERCENT HORSESHOE UP YOUR ASS LUCKY...that this is OVER? That I'm gonna leave you alone? See, I was done with you, boy. I was ready to move on, and move past our misunderstandings...I was ready to LET YOU LIVE, but YOU AND YOUR EGO HAD TO DRAW IT OUT! Then, on top of that, your ol' pal there had to stick his nose in, and all he did was add his name to the list! Leon Rodez, this was never your fight. You served no purpose, but now you're gonna be a nice addition to my trophy collection, BECAUSE I WILL BLEED YOU DRY AND HANG YOUR HEAD ON MY WALL! ONE MATCH, ONE VICTORY, ONE WIN DOES NOT WIN THE WHOLE WAR, ZACK! Not to mention...hehehe...c'mon now, that little incident after the match? What was that, Zack? The months and months of pain and anguish, boiling up inside, leaving me looking like A GOD DAMN MUMMY...AND THAT WAS THE BEST YOU GOT!? BECAUSE I'M STILL STANDIN', BOY! I'M RIGHT HERE, motivated MORE THAN EVER TO MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVIN' HELL! You think I can't go further than I have? You're tryin' my patience nowadays, Malibu. You're trying to play hero, you've got your buddies rallying behind you...you've even got the damn GPX, the same guys that you hated so much at one point that you called on ME to finish the job, comin' at us again!? Do you think that because we pride ourselves on pain, that because we enjoy it, that we'd accept it and walk away quietly!? WE AREN'T WALKIN' AWAY AT ALL! This isn't winding down...THIS WAR HAS JUST BEGUN! Forget the cage, Zack. Forget us approaching your family. Forget the company rallying behind you...FORGET HOLDING A GUN IN MY FACE. You see this bat in my hand, Zack? The shot you fired with THIS weapon Sunday night, caving my chest in, was your most fatal shot to date, because I know you, Zack, and it wasn't emotion behind that blow...it was EGO! You're getting ahead of yourself, you're getting too cute for your own good when it comes to our differences...and it shall lead to your ultimate DOWNFALL, and me and my boys ain't stoppin' until your blood stains our hands for the last time and we watch you ROT in the ring that you made your home! Bruce is fuming, wild eyed, as the cameras close in on him. Distracted by his own thought process, he hesitates for a moment, leaving Maddix the opening to come and swipe the mic from him. MADDIX What's up WINNIPEG!? YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! After such a venomous, hate filled diatribe by Blank, it's only fitting that someone so self-absorbed as Maddix looks for cheap heat, although the fans are far too smart, and don't buy his sincerity (or lack thereof) for a second. MADDIX So that’s how it’s going to be? You're gonna make me guilty by association!? Come ON! COLE Oh brother! MADDIX You know, I see where Bruce is coming from. I see where all three of these men are coming from, actually. Perhaps, and this is just a thought off the top of my head...but maybe if these men were, oh I dunno, RESPECTED as they should be, it would have never come down to this...but you people, and the OAOAST, never gave them a chance! I mean, that's stereotyping, that's profiling, that's racism... COACH RACISM!? MADDIX ...U-N-I-T-Y, right Todd!? Cortez glares at his "ally", leaving Maddix to swallow his words and get to the point. MADDIX Like I was saying, I didn't come to the OAOAST with the intent of backing these men, but now we have something in common. A marriage of convenience, if you would. Scotty Static and Johnny Jax, you didn't want my help, and for that, you ingrates, you put yourself on my shit list. Now, after what you did to THIS man the other night at the pay per view... COLE Where was he when they WERE punking Cortez out!? MADDIX ...I now stand united with them, a driving force to aid in their quest to right the wrongs perpetrated by the people in this company! Do you see where we stand? The area within these ropes? This is a WAR ZONE now, and NO ONE is safe! Heed the words of Bruce Blank, because we stand united with a common cause...to produce HELL ON EARTH for those who have crossed us, and I defy ANYONE to stand up to our combined strength! THIS IS A HOSTILE TAKEOVER! With those words proclaimed, Cortez ducks out of the ring, grabbing the timekeeper and hurling him out of his seat! Cortez then takes the ring bell, as well as the man's chair, and brings them into the ring, handing them to Bruce Blank. Blank takes a seat, propping his bat next to him, and puts the bell on his lap, and starts ringing it. DING! DING! DING! BLANK YOU HEAR THAT!? DING! DING! DING! BLANK YOU HEAR THAT, MALIBU!? YOU HEAR THAT RODEZ!? DING! DING! DING! BLANK THE BELL TOLLS FOR YOU! THE BELL TOLLS FOR THE OAOAST! DING! DING! DING! BLANK WE ARE GOING TO SHOW YOU HELL LIKE YOU- All of a sudden, "Save Yourself" by Stabbing Westward hits, and charging the ring despite their injuries, are Zack Malibu and Leon Rodez! Blank immediately stands up, knocking his chair over, and now The Wildcards Plus One prepare to attack, pouncing on the overzealous Malibu and Rodez before they can gain a measure of revenge! COLE God damn it, they drew them out, and now it's a numbers game! COACH Yeah it...NO IT ISN'T~! Seconds later, the crowd pops loudly as Jax and Static rush the ring! The appearance of the GPX pry Bloodshed and Cortez away from the four one two, leaving Maddix to work over Rodez and Blank and Malibu to trade wild shots! As the advantage teeters back and forth, soon enough it works in the favor of the faces, as Cortez gets blasted with a Yakuza Kick from Jax, giving Johnny ample time to pick up the chair and swing it down onto the crown of Todd's head! Rodez disposes of Maddix over the ropes with a lariat, and with Bloodshed trying to gouge Static's eyes, Jax comes to his partner's aid, clubbing Bloodshed across the back with a chair, then again across the head! Eventually, it all boils down to Blank and Zack, and when Bruce gets the momentum swinging in his favor, he scoops his bat off the ground...but as he swings back, Rodez jumps up and grabs his arm! Unable to swing, Blank pulls on his arm, trying to get freed from the grasp of Zack's tag team partner...while Zack prepares for a SCHOOL'S OUT...that never transpires, as he's grabbed from behind by security! OAOAST staff and security hit the ring en mass, seperating EVERYONE, leaving no blows left to be traded, just harsh words! COLE Blank was about to strike Zack with that bat, but Leon sacrificed himself, and saved the day! It takes about four security guys just to pry the bat from Blank's hands, and another ten to hold him back, as he kicks his legs, calling out Zack's name obsessively. Zack tries to break free as well, but gets held at bay. With the security force containing things for now, HeldDOWN~! cuts to a commercial after closing shots of both Blank and Malibu, eyes filled with fury.

I haven't heard much of Sam's Town yet, Vyce. I've DL'd a few tracks, so hopefully I'll get to check them out tonight/tomorrow.

At least one Duran Duran song to hype up their stop in Providence on Nov. 2nd. (yes, I'm going~!) Actually been perusing my music collection for what I want to bring along this week. Thinking of giving some airtime to Over It and The Audition as far as lesser known bands go.

Not for you though.

There's nothing likable about him at all. Even when you're supposed to feel remorse/sympathy/etc. for him, you can't, because of how unlikable the character is.

You're better off trying to get at least close to what you expected to get for it now, because if history repeats itself like with the Furbies and the original Elmo, you'd be lucky to get rid of it for $10 even a few years from now.

Sell it off ASAP. I remember about two years after Tickle Me Elmo was the "big thing" (might have even been one year later), they were giving them away FREE if you spent like $75 at Kay-Bee Toys the morning after Thanksgiving. This shouldn't be any different. I remember senior year of high school, I woke up early and hit stores for Furbies and made some extra cash by selling them for double the price. Same deal with those now, now stores can't give them away fast enough.

As "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" comes up over the PA system, it brings the frenzied crowd to a halt, as all of them return to their seats and take notice of the duo heading out, jeering them loudly as they step out before an arena full of fans here at World Without End. COLE This match...hell, why even bother saying match when we know what it's going to be...this FIGHT, a streetfight, is going to be contested without any rules or regulations put forth by the OAOAST. It's another chapter in the violent feud between Zack Malibu and The Wildcards, a chapter that took quite a turn when Leon Rodez decided to interject himself several weeks back, effectively reforming his World Tag Team Championship duo with Zack Malibu that was dubbed The Usual Suspects. With the team back together, the challenge was thrown out for Bruce Blank to pick a partner for this contest, and the man he selected was none other than a fellow Wildcard, and a man who became notorious for the havoc caused within other wrestling companies alongside Bruce Blank as a duo called The Dead Precidents. For the first time ever, one of the most popular tag teams in recent history will do battle with one of the most controversial, right here tonight! Bruce Blank and Bloodshed make their way down the ramp, not bothered in the slightest by the fan reaction that they're no doubt accustomed to. As they reach the ring, Michael Buffer has the "pleasure" of introducing them, although he doesn't appear to be happy to be amongst them. BUFFER Ladies and gentlemen, this is the DREAM PARTNER STREET FIGHT here tonight at World Without End! There can be no count outs, no disqualifications, as it is ANYTHING GOES! Entering the ring at this time, they are known as Wildcards in the OAOAST, but tonight they revert back to a name made famous, some would say infamous, elsewhere. They are Bruce Blank and Bloodshed, THE DEAD PRECIDENTS~! More booing ensues, as Blank and Bloodshed circle the ring, with Bruce taunting fans and Bloodshed simply creeping people out with his stoic demeanor. As their music cuts, something much more upbeat signals the arrival of the opposition, despite the fact that the opposition is treating this as seriously as possible. Weezer's "Beverly Hills" is the anthem of choice for the fan favorite duo about to hit the ring, and the fans clap and stomp along with the beat, as both members of the team enter the arena. COLE Listen to the response, Coach! COACH Baby the heat is off the charts! It's gonna be a hot night with this crowd! BUFFER Their opponents, reunited for the first time in almost one year, are the former OAOAST World Tag Team Champions. A team made up of two of the most popular athletes in the OAOAST's short history, they are Leon Rodez and Zack Malibu...THE USUAL SUSPECTS~! With a deafening crowd reaction welcoming them, the reunited team of Zack Malibu and Leon Rodez steps out onto the ramp. The matching outfits aren't on the agenda tonight, as Leon and Zack are both dressed for the occasion this evening, with both clad in jeans, although Leon is repping the team with the old Usual Suspects T-shirt. Malibu, fists taped, glares towards the ring as the duo makes their way down the ramp. Zack starts powerwalking as Blank and Bloodshed wave him on, but Rodez jogs past his partner and keeps him at bay, preventing him from doing anything rash. The hesitation is enough to agitate Blank, who makes the mistake of throwing down his trademark barbed wire bat. Noticing this, the Suspects just nod at each other and charge down the ramp, with Zack outracing his partner by a wide margin. COLE HERE WE GO! As soon as Zack is near the ropes, Blank steps back, pushing Bloodshed forward to thwart the onslaught of the Suspects, as Bruce steps back and picks his weapon of choice up off the canvas. Zack is barely through the ropes when he's pounced on by Bloodshed, who takes him by the head and backs him into the corner, attempting to gnaw at his forehead! Rodez steps in and approaches Blank, who snickers at him while standing with his bat propped against his shoulder. Fearless, Leon approaches, but jumps back when Bruce swings wildly at him with the bat! COACH Leon Rodez has to be wondering what the hell he got himself into! Leon jumps back after another shot, dodging the lumbering redneck's attempts as best he can. Zack, meanwhile, responds to Bloodshed's attack by snaring him by the head and biting down on the skin above his eye, a tactic that worked well for him when he and Bruce Blank brutalized each other at Angleslam! Bloodshed flails his arms, trying to break free, but Malibu drives a knee into his ribs and then sends him out to the floor through the ropes, letting him crash to the ringside floor. With Bloodshed disposed of, Malibu charges up behind Blank and reaches over his shoulders, digging his fingers into Bruce's eyes and raking them back, blinding the big man and leaving him prone for Leon to hit a running kick to the nether regions, causing Bruce to drop his bat and drop to one knee! Malibu immediately picks the bat up, and while Bruce is rubbing his eyes trying to restore his vision, Zack pressed the barbed wire bat horizontally across Bruce's forehead, and starts raking it back and forth, forcing Bruce down onto his back while he kneels over him, slicing Bruce open with his own weapon! COLE We knew we weren't going to have to wait long for the blood to flow in this one, eh Coach? Seeing Bloodshed coming up by the apron, Leon charges and hits a baseball slide that knocks the other half of the Dead Precidents into the guardrail! Leon rolls out to the floor and grabs Bloodshed by the arm, hurling him across ringside and crashing into the guardrail yet again! As Michael Buffer and the timekeeper scatter, Leon approaches...but Bloodshed quickly fold up one of the chairs left behind and throws it at Leon, catching him square in the face with it! Rodez stumbles and falls away, catching himself on the apron, and now Bloodshed reaches into his boot, revealing a long metal spike that he clutches in his right hand as he comes behind Rodez and tries to drive it into his forehead! COACH He's tryin' to stab him, Cole! COLE Coach, after what we've seen go down between all parties involved tonight, I don't think you could find ANYTHING that would surprise me! Rodez grabs onto Bloodshed's wrist, trying to push the spike away as it gets dangerously close. Back in the ring Zack has discarded Blank's bat and has mounted his shoulders, throwing punches and elbows from the mount to stretch the open wounds even more and produce more bloodflow. Desperate, Blank tosses Zack off of him, but Malibu gets right back to his feet, pounding on Bruce's forehead some more as the big man manages to roll over and get on one knee. Again, he pushes Zack away, but Malibu keeps on coming...and this time the big man takes his big paw and uses it to grab something that he shouldn't be grabbing! COLE My God, look at this...he's literally squeezing the life out of Zack! COACH I don't care about chairs and spikes and bats anymore, Cole...that has to hurt more than any weapon these guys can produce! Malibu winces, the agony on his face apparent, as the big man pushes up with Zack's family jewels in his possession. Now on his feet, the sick redneck, who is chuckling underneath his crimson mask, picks Zack up off the canvas and presses him over head...walking by the ropes and then hurling him over the ropes...OVER THE GUARDRAIL...AND INTO THE FIRST ROW OF FANS, TAKING SEVERAL OF THEM OUT! COACH YO~! COLE BRUCE BLANK JUST THREW ZACK MALIBU INTO THE CROWD! HE THREW HIM RIGHT ONTO THE FANS! Chaos hits the ringside area, as now event staff and security rush the area, checking on fans and aiding the possibly injured or shaken up. Blank steps over the ropes and hops to the floor, then steps over the guardrail, blazing a path simply by offering a sadistic stare to those within striking distance. As they scatter, the camera cuts back to Rodez, who is still at the mercy of Bloodshed, who has dug the spike into his forehead and produced bloodflow. With the hand that is bracing Leon's head, Bloodshed digs his fingers into the cut, as if he's trying to rip the flesh off of Leon's head! COLE He's sick! SICK! Look at what he's doing to Leon Rodez! Rodez tries to force the hands away, and powers up to his feet, swinging around and then drilling Bloodshed across the face with a hard elbow shot, then taking him by the head and slamming the back of it against the metal ringpost! Rodez pauses, catching some of his blood in the palm of his hand, and then slaps Bloodshed across the face with the bloody palm, staining his cheek! He pulls Bloodshed up and rams him headfirst into the steel ringpost, then moves to the other side of it and grabs each of Bloodshed's wrists, pulling back so that Bloodshed careens face first into the post again without the ability to protect himself! Leon then picks the spike up off the ground and clutches it in his hand, then jabs at the forehead of Bloodshed with it, opening up his forehead as well! COLE We knew what this was coming into it, Coach. The same thing it's always been, ever since Zack Malibu and The Wildcards had their falling out. Ever since Bruce Blank and his boys decided to cross the line. We aren't witnessing a wrestling match here. We are witnessing a WAR! Blank, having slammed a steel chair down across Zack's back several times, and then tosses it away in the direction of the fleeing fans, picks Malibu up off the ground and off of his feet, crotching him on the guardrail. With Zack aching, Bruce steps back and fools with the waist of his dirty jeans, taking his belt out of the loops and folding it in half, cocking it back and snapping it across the back of Zack Malibu! *KEE-RACK~!* *KEE-RACK~!* COACH He's whippin' him! Blank taunts Zack, shouting "C'mon boy!" as he uses his strap as a whip, covering Zack's back with red welts the more he hits him. Malibu eventually falls lifeless, and gets shoved off of the railing by Blank...but before Bruce can do anything he looks up to see Rodez race across the apron and dive off, soaring over the railing with a bodypress that wipes Bruce out! COLE Thank God for Leon Rodez! "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" The crowd goes bananas after Leon's dive, and look on as the superstar rests on the concrete floor of the arena, using several precious moments to regain his composure before returning to the war at hand. At ringside, Zack Malibu staggers to his feet, but a bloody Bloodshed comes over and puts a halt to his recovery, quickly snapping him over onto the floor with a suplex! COLE Was that...did I just see a WRESTLING MOVE in this match!? COACH The OAOAST's got somethin' for everyone, baby! With Zack down, Bloodshed stands over him and then drops a knee into his forehead, staining his white garb with the blood of Zack Malibu. He then leans over Zack and takes the point of his elbow, driving it into Zack's temple and digging it it, driving quick and repeated elbows into Zack's head before getting up and reclaiming his spike from the ringside floor. He walks over to Zack and stands over him, but just as he's leaning in, Zack shoots an arm up and grabs a testicular claw on Bloodshed, halting the onslaught enough so that he can push up to his feet and take Bloodshed down with a hard STO, knocking the spike out of his grasp! Malibu then uses some good ol' fashioned right hands to assault his foe, bloodying up his nose with shots that would make any prizefighter jealous. Zack then drags Bloodshed to his feet and stands him up, then pushes him forward into the ring apron, cracking his ribcage against the hard supports of the ring. Bloodshed doubles over after the manuever, but Zack spins him around and drops low, hooking Bloodshed's waist and driving him backwards into the apron, cracking the small of his back against it! COACH They're goin' at it tooth and nail tonight Cole...LITERALLY! COLE You've been waiting all match to say that, haven't you? COACH ... After slamming Bloodshed against the apron, Malibu takes him and sends him for a ride into the steps, courtesy of an Irish whip. The impact sends the stairs flying, as Bloodshed bounces off of them and falls to the floor. With one member of the opposing team taken out by him, Malibu now moves towards the crowd, where Bruce as well as his own partner struggle to get back to their feet. Leaning over the railing, Malibu grabs Blank by surprise and traps him in a front facelock, holding him over the railing, while calling to Leon and telling him to grab Blank's belt while he's being held at bay. Dazed from the dive, Leon gets up slowly, but manages to get the belt. He comes over and throws Blank's flannel shirt and t-shirt up, exposing the bare skin of his back...and now Leon Rodez starts whipping away at Bruce Blank while he's held down by Zack! COLE Look at Leon! He's getting into this! The crowd roars as Leon Rodez earns his man points, strapping Blank numerous times without regard for the troublesome redneck. Malibu won't be letting go of Bruce anytime soon...at least that was the plan, until Bloodshed comes up behind him with a length of barbed wire, wrapping it around his head and pulling it tight, forcing the barbs of metal into his skin! COACH Where did he get that!? Malibu screams out loudly as he's pulled away from Blank. He falls to his knees as Bloodshed tightens the wire, further increasing the pain, then lets go and kicks Malibu in the back, sending him to the floor. As Zack rebounds from the tactic, Bloodshed stands over him and takes the barbed wire and begins wrapping it around his own fist tightly, drawing his own blood! After completing the task, he takes Zack and rolls him back into the ring, then follows suit. He picks him up and sets him on both knees, then starts peppering him with punches with his barbed wire covered fist, making Zack nearly unrecognizable under the blood that covers his entire face! COLE These guys are all going to need transfusions by the time this night is over! The canvas is soaked in red! Malibu struggles to stay up, but Bloodshed goes one further by taking his barbed wire wrapped hand, and decides to use an iron claw on Zack, again forcing the wire to rip him open! Zack grabs Bloodshed by the wrist, desperately trying to pry his hand off, while getting to his feet at the same time. He struggles, but as he brings Bloodshed in closer, he manages to kick him low, then takes him by the head and runs him towards the corner, sending him through the space between the middle and top turnbuckle, and runs him shoulder first into the steel post! Bloodshed goes limp upon impact, just hanging there, while Zack falls to one knee out of exhaustion, trying to wipe the blood away as fast as it pours out. He steps out to the apron and takes a moment to set Bloodshed up, then runs across the apron, delivering a running kick to the side of Bloodshed's head AGAINST THE RINGPOST! It's more than enough to rattle the Wildcard, and now his body simply hangs over the middle rope after having just been dropped with a knockout blow like that. Down at ringside, Leon Rodez returns from the crowd the hard way...that being courtesy of a Blank lariat that sends him over the guardrail. He's followed by the big man, but just as soon as Bruce is over the guardrail, Malibu dives through the ropes, connecting with a tope that flattens his foe! COLE ANOTHER big dive takes Bruce Blank out, and the Suspects continue to give as much as they take tonight! Malibu rolls onto his back, staring up at the lights, while Bruce is seeing stars. Leon is up and comes over to his partner, helping him to his feet, while Bruce struggles to gain the strength to get back to his. Together, the Usual Suspects haul Blank up off the ground and roll him into the ring. Zack rolls in, and strolls over to the barbed wire baseball bat, picking it up and holding it over his head, which draws a loud pop from the crowd. Bruce Blank starts to get up, unaware of what's coming to him... *WHAM~!* ...AND CATCHES HIS OWN WEAPON RIGHT IN THE GUT! COACH DAMN. Bruce drops to a knee, coughing and aching now. He powers up, but Malibu takes another shot, cracking him across the thigh with the bat, and having to tear it away from Blank's jeans as the barbs get caught! Zack takes another swing, but Bruce backsteps, causing Zack to whiff...then Bruce drills him with a big boot, knocking him down to the mat. Rodez, still on the floor recovering, hops up on the apron and springboards in, onto Blank's back...but finds himself carried over to the mat with a snapmare from the Southern sadist. The King of Pain, walking with a limp now, retrieves his prized posession and stalks Leon, who is getting to his feet just as Bruce reclaims his bat. Blank backs him up, and what Leon doesn't notice is he's being backed into a corner...the very corner where Bloodshed is starting to come to! COLE Leon Rodez is trapped between both Precidents, and Zack was knocked cold by that huge cowboy boot to the face! COACH Leon's gotta be regretting this now! Leon steps back, trying to remain aware of his surroundings while avoiding contact with the barbed wire bat. He backsteps, as Blank laughs during the stalking session. Bloodshed comes to and turns to see Leon within distance, and he grabs his shoulder and spins him around, quickly spewing BLOODMIST~! in his face so that he can't see the final assault coming... ...BUT LEON DUCKS, AND BRUCE IS THE ONE WHO TAKES IT~! COLE The more I see it, the more I hate it, but this time it backfired! After ducking, Leon bolts forward, running Bloodshed back first into the corner and opening up on him with jabs, beating him down to the ground! Bruce, having dropped the bat, is staggering blindly, while Leon charges into the corner and drives a knee into Bloodshed's face. He pulls Bloodshed up, but as a last ditch effort, Bloodshed takes his barbed wire covered hand and plants it over Leon's face, attacking him with an iron claw with it! Leon gasps in horror as Bloodshed grows wild eyed, trying to do his foe in for good. Blank has now wiped his face clear and can see what's going on around him...namely Malibu pulling himself up with the aid of the ropes. Angrily, Blank charges and raises a boot, aiming a running kick at the recovering prep...BUT ZACK SIDESTEPS IT, CROTCHING BRUCE ON THE TOP ROPE~! Blank reels as he hits his sore spot, and Malibu grabs his leg and dumps him over...CAUSING BRUCE TO GET TANGLED UPSIDE DOWN IN THE ROPES~! COACH He's trapped, Mikey Cole! He can't go anywhere! The crowd is at a fever pitch as Bruce dangles, his ankle twisted inside the middle and bottom rope. He struggles to get free somehow, but can't do it, leaving Bloodshed all alone! Bloodshed forces Rodez down to his knees, keeping the claw firmly held...that is until Malibu CRACKS him with a SCHOOL'S OUT~!, dropping him to the canvas with Leon collapsing on top of him! The referee, who has simply been there to make the three count, gets in position for the first time this evening, as an exhausted Rodez lay atop Bloodshed. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! COLE The first pinfall of the contest is the final one, and FINALLY Zack Malibu has managed to gain a measure of redemption on The Wildcards! COACH My man Leon Rodez manned up tonight, too! Ain't no way he could have been prepared for this, but he got the pin for the Usual Suspects, and stayed true to his boy Zack Malibu. As the fans rejoice, Zack helps his battered friend up, barely able to hold Leon up as he himself is exhausted. Referee Nick Patrick comes over and quickly raises the arms of both competitors, singnalling a hard fought win, as Zack and Leon embrace, pleased that their combined powers won out over The Wildcards. As they turn to exit, Zack stops for a moment and turns to notice Blank, still caught in the ropes and helpless. Malibu looks at his feet, having stepped up to Bruce's bat, and once again picks it up, slowly walking towards the ropes. COLE What...what's going on now? Zack has the bat once again, and Blank has nowhere to go! Zack steps out onto the apron and hops down to the floor, silently staring at Blank, who is cussing and cursing up a storm. Malibu stands still, emotionless...then pulls the bat back and swings...HARD...into the chest of Bruce Blank! Malibu releases his grip on the bat, and the barbed wire covered bat sticks to Blank, caught in both his shirt and skin as he hollers in agony. Somewhat satisfied, Malibu turns away and heads up the ramp, not bothering to turn back as Blank screams bloody murder. COACH He just cracked that cracka! COLE And I don't think it was a parting shot, Coach. I think that shot...that wasn't any final blow...that was a message to Bruce Blank by Zack Malibu to let him know that this is far from over!

*NOTE* PK, if you can make this the last thing on the show, please do. If not, try to schedule it as far up the card as possible, and just tweak the ending. Also, give credit to Bruce for helping with this. COLE This Sunday night, we've got a stacked card for our World Without End spectacular, but there is one match on that show that has everyone's attention perhaps more than any other. It's a Dream Tag Team Match, with no rules pertaining to it, as we prepare for another chapter in the blood feud between Bruce Blank and Zack Malibu, this time with some added involvment. COACH When it comes to The Wildcards, there's always added involvement, yo. But Malibu, someone's got his back this time around. COLE After months of being jaded by his peers due to being responsible for the Wildcards reign of terror which ultimately came back to haunt him, someone has stepped up to the plate. That someone is Leon Rodez, Zack Malibu's former partner in The Usual Suspects. This Sunday night, that duo will reform and enter a tag team match for the first time since the beginning of this year, to take on two of The Wildcards who earned their sick reputations in a certain other company. Despite what you know them as here on OAOAST Television, Blank and Bloodshed were known as The Dead Precendents in another organization, where their brutality was as unmatched as it is here. Bruce Blank attempted to back Zack into a corner by having both Todd Cortez and Bloodshed attack him in recent weeks, however when Rodez stepped into the picture, it lured Blank back out into the open, after claiming that he has no need or reason to step back into the ring with Zack again. What we'd like to take you to now is to both teams, obviously not together as that's a recipe for chaos. However The Usual Suspects are standing by outside, while Blank and Bloodshed are inside the arena, under heavy watch no less. We take you now to both teams and their comments on the match this coming Sunday. The scene fades to the parking lot, where we see Zack Malibu pacing, and his partner Leon Rodez sitting on the back end of a car, appearing to be in though. MALIBU So as yet another protective measure, we're out here. In the parking lot, rather than out in the ring in front of you fans, or even in the backstage area close by. Instead of being amongst the rest of the OAOAST roster, we've got to make these comments from the confines of the parking lot, because everyone knows that Zack Malibu doesn't want to wait until Sunday night. Everyone knows that Bruce Blank doesn't want until Sunday night. It's not that we don't want to wait...it's that we CAN'T wait, for entirely different reasons. You know all of my reasons...especially you, Bruce. I know yours too. I know why you can't wait. I know why you're going to try to take my head off with that equalizer of yours if you get a chance before Sunday, and it's because you think the end is near, don't you? Don't you feel like, after all this, your day of reckoning is going to catch up with you? The scene quickly cuts to an empty room backstage. Bloodshed sits in the corner, arms folded on his knees, while Bruce Blank grins into the camera. BLANK Am I hearin' you right out there, boy? Are you tryin' to make me look scared? Scared of what, mind you? A mental midget of a man so broken down he don't know what's good for him anymore? A man so obsessed not with me like he claims, but with himself and the fact that he can't swallow his pride and realize he failed his friends, his family, his fans, and most importantly, his baby girl? YOU FAILED, ZACK! What we've got coming up is a DREAM MATCH, one for the ages...BUT YOU NEED TO FACE REALITY! That dream match is gonna be a nightmare for you, one that you might not wake up from! I've pushed you to your limit, beaten you to the brink of death, and yet you want more!? MORE!? MORE FROM ME, AND FROM THIS MAN, OVER HERE, WITH NO REGARD FOR HIS OWN SAFETY OR YOURS?! YOU HAVE DUG YOUR OWN GRAVE, BOY, AND YOU'RE BRINGING AN INNOCENT MAN ALONG FOR THE RIDE! Once again, the camera cuts, this time back to the parking lot, where Rodez has hopped off the car, and is approaching the camera. RODEZ Innocent? Maybe. Dragged? Hardly. I didn't get dragged into anything, Blank. Nothing was sugarcoated for me. I've seen first hand what this man has been through, and that's EXACTLY why I stepped up. Because I'm not going to let a man I respect, my partner, my FRIEND, go at this alone. I'm not going to watch the family this man has at home used as a lure to get him to come at you, only to be beaten down again and again and again. Rage can blind you, Bruce...and when Zack Malibu is blinded I'm going to be there to be his eyes. That could be good for you...I could let him go easy on you...but now that I think about it, it's highly unlikely. Yet another camera cut, back to Blank and Bloodshed. BLANK EASY!? You hearin' this, Bloodshed? Leon Rodez ain't gonna let Zack go easy on me!? WE DON'T DO EASY, YOU SISSY SONS A' BITCHES! Ain't nothin' easy about this life. You tryin' to be the voice of reason here, Leon? Let me spell it out for you...that reason of yours is fallin' on deaf ears. Just because my man here don't talk too much don't mean he don't understand the importance of this situation. Just because I might not seem like a highly educated fellow doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doin'. I took your partner APART. I did what everyone tried to do, but no one could. Some came close, but I FINISHED THE JOB! ZACK MALIBU WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN, THANKS TO BRUCE BLANK AND THE WILDCARDS! Camera cut... MALIBU Never be the same? You're right, you sick bastard, I won't ever be the same after what you did! I can handle disrespect, Bruce. In this business, that comes with the territory...but what YOU DID went FAR AND BEYOND DISRESPECT! You want to talk about reality? My FAMILY IS A REALITY, BLANK. WHAT YOU DID IS A REALITY! YOU CROSSED THE LINE, AND IT HAS LED YOU DOWN A PATH YOU AREN'T GOING TO COME BACK FROM! Annnnnnnnnnnd cut... BLANK A path I ain't comin' back from? Do you even know what you're sayin'? You know what, this little promo experiment here, it's all well and good, but if you got somethin' to say boy, why don't you blaze a path back into the building and say it to MY FACE! (Off camera) Bruce, Bruce we can't have any of... BLANK (raising his barbed wire bat) Can't have any of what? You shut your mouth and run the camera, boy. C'mon, Usual Suspects, you wanna give these people a little bit o' heat before we burn the place down on Sunday, let's get it goin'! Outside, Malibu and Leon are already heading for the doors, pushing aside crew members and staff who are trying to keep them from moving back into the arena. COACH It’s definitely on now!! A PPV preview right here in front of us Cole! COLE Zack and Leon are famous for not backing down from ANY fight even! Not even one that may look like it favors Bruce and Bloodshed! Zack yanks the door open and then heads down the hallway with Leon Rodez only a few feet behind him as they seek out Blank and Bloodshed. They turn and head down another hallway, peeking into each room that they pass, when suddenly they're pounced on from behind by two individuals who are definitely NOT Bruce Blank and Bloodshed... ...the third Wildcard, Todd Cortez, along with Landon Maddix! COACH What the hell is this?? While Cole and Coach protest and scream bloody murder, Cortez and Maddix pick Leon up and each take an arm, slamming him back first into the wall. Zack gets up from having been knocked to the floor and grabs Cortez by the waist, trying to drive him back, but Maddix turns from kicking at Leon on the floor and clubs Zack over the back, no doubt trying to look good in front of Cortez to ease their tensions! COLE This was a setup! Zack and Leon took the bait, but it was a damn trap all along by The Wildcards and Maddix! COACH Zack's always been irrational, Mikey, and Blank knows that he is now more than ever! Maddix tries to pull Zack away from Cortez, but Zack comes up and delivers a hard back elbow, knocking him back...only to turn right into a huge cowboy boot to the face! *WHACK!!* COLE Sonuva... Blank, appearing out of nowhere, is now on the scene, having just drilled Zack with a big boot. Leon comes up swinging, but Cortez and Maddix double up on him, while Blank and Bloodshed work Zack over, kicking him repeatedly and making sure not to leave him any room for recovery! COLE This is a massacre, someone help them!! Blank, clutching his beloved barbed wire bat, nods to Bloodshed, who picks Zack up by the head and then rakes his face before throwing him through the curtain! Malibu rolls out onto the entrance ramp, and as soon as Blank and Bloodshed step through it, they're met with resounding boos and jeers. Once in front of the arena full of fans, Bloodshed picks Zack up again, and this time Blank takes his bat longways and charges forward, drilling the tip of it into Zack's skull! *CRACK!!* Zack goes down hard, and Blank stands over him...but all of a sudden, the fans rejoice, as Leon Rodez has apparently broken free from Cortez and Maddix, and has rushed to aid his fallen friend! He spins Blank around and starts drilling him with fast jabs, and spins around as Bloodshed charges him and floors him with a lariat! Rodez becomes a one man army, going after both Dead Precedents...but then Landon Maddix comes out from the back and hits a chop-block to his knee, taking his legs right out from under him! COLE DAMMIT! Maddix goes to the knee, and now Rodez is down! Cortez follows, and now the four men, obviously all on the same page despite what Maddix will tell you, bring their rivals down to the ringside area. Blank leads Malibu, and once they hit ringside, drives him headfirst into the steel ringpost, opening a gash on Malibu's forehead just as he flops to the floor! COACH He's busted open! God damn it, Zack Malibu is busted open again! Rodez gets rolled into the ring, while Bloodshed and Cortez go and swipe steel chairs before sliding into the ring. Maddix picks Leon up off the canvas, while Bloodshed eyes Zack, who is being rolled into the ring by Blank. The Wildcards and Maddix surround The Usual Suspects, who are now at their mercy. Bloodshed watches as Zack struggles to get up, the blood from his forehead trickling on the canvas...BUT HE REACHES UP AND GRABS A TESTICULAR CLAW ON BLOODSHED! COLE THAT'S ONE WAY TO WIN A FIGHT! TEAR 'EM OFF, ZACK! COACH Damn Mikey...HARSH! The crowd roars, but it's momentarily, as Cortez brings his chair down hard across Zack's back. Maddix, who has held Rodez at bay and trash talked him, now takes him by the head and waves for Cortez to hold the chair up in front of him, and hurls Rodez headfirst into it! Leon bounces off the steel chair and falls back to the canvas, as all four men prepare to massacre them some more... ...but not if SCOTTY STATIC AND JOHNNY JAX have anything to say about it! COLE LISTEN TO THE CROWD! THE GPX! THEY'RE HERE! Two thirds of The Hooligans hit the ring, fighting through the wall of Wildcards and Maddix to aid Malibu and Rodez. The numbers don't appear to be doing any favors for The GPX, but within another minute Malibu and Rodez are on their feet, pulling Bloodshed and Blank away so that the odds are even! It's mayhem! COACH All hell is breaking loose, Cole! Scotty Static takes Cortez by the head and runs him into the turnbuckles, then takes him by the head once again and hurls him over the ropes. Maddix pleads for mercy from Jax, but winds up bumping into Static. Maddix turns around and Static just makes a look like "don't ask ME to help you" before Landon turns around into a patented Yakuza Kick from Jax! Meanwhile Zack is hammering on Blank in the corner, raking the sole of his boot across the redneck's face before seeing his barbed wire bat on the canvas, and picking it up! Zack holds the bat up high, and swings down at Blank, who rolls out under the bottom rope just in time to avoid a shot with it! With Leon, Zack, and the GPX left standing in the ring, the fans are going wild, while the four men on the outside are aching and agitated that their little scheme didn't go as planned! COLE It's chaos here tonight, and I can only imagine what it'll be like this Sunday! The GPX vs. Todd Cortez and Landon Maddix. The Usual Suspects reunite to take on Bruce Blank and Bloodshed in a Streetfight! World Without End is this Sunday, and don't you dare miss it! We've gotta go! Cole gives the final shoutout, as Malibu stands on the ropes, calling out to Blank. The GPX make motions for Landon and Todd as well, while Leon stands favoring his knee, glaring at the group of villains who are retreating for the backstage area, as we fade to black.

Brakkus was hyped on RAW in those skits where he spoke German, and challenged The Harts, Austin, Vader, etc. during spring/summer of '97. He was sent to ECW for seasoning during the WWF/ECW angle as Lance Wright's bodyguard (Wright had moved to WWF to be one of the B level announcers, then came back to ECW after that stint ended and was used as a WWF connected heel manager/shitstirrer). That led to the infamous Taz promo at November To Remember '97 when he called Brakkus Lance Wright's "suckboy" and said that "Lance Wright's boyfriend likes to put needles in his ass". Taz/Brakkus was built up and Taz choked him out in quick fashion at an ECW Arena show. Brakkus wound up on RAW during the Brawl For All, and had one match against one of the Boricuas before vanishing for good. He went back to Canada to the late 90's/early 00's incarnation of Stampede, and hasn't been heard from much since.

You know SK would be using "embrace the confusion" to make the gay innuendos towards Jeffy. That first shirt looks like an ICP shirt, especially with the color scheme.

TAG TEAM DREAM MATCH STREETFIGHT: The Usual Suspects (Zack Malibu and Leon Rodez) vs. The Dead Precidents (aka Wildcards Bruce Blank and Bloodshed).

Where I come from isn't all that great My automobile is a piece of crap My fashion sense is a little whack And my friends are just as screwy as me COLE COACH...Check it out! Look who it is! COACH Hearing that song again only means one thing...and these people are taking it very well! As the lead singer of Weezer spouts the lyrics to "Beverly Hills", the catchy anthem provides entrance music for the two men headed down to the ring. One is extremely focused, determined almost to the point of anger, as he heads down the aisle. The other is a bit more animated, playing to the crowd and encouraging their cheers. COLE Malibu...he's got that look in his eye, and after what went down two weeks ago when Todd Cortez and Bloodshed tried to eliminate him before he could get to Bruce Blank, we can only wonder what he's got in store for them now! COACH Not to mention...it looks like Malibu and Leon Rodez have reunited. The Usual Suspects are BACK, baby! Malibu heads right for the ring, stepping in and waving for the microphone, while Leon hops up on the apron, and then on the turnbuckles to play to the fans before hopping into the ring, taking his place at the side of the OAOAST's favorite son. As the song fades, the crowd goes quiet, but only briefly, as a heavy chant picks up. US-UAL SUS-PECTS~! clap clap clapclapclap US-UAL SUS-PECTS~! clap clap clapclapclap US-UAL SUS-PECTS~! clap clap clapclapclap COLE Listen to this crowd! The former OAOAST World Tag Team Champions, standing united inside the ring once again! Leon looks around, a huge grin on his face. He taps Malibu on the back and nods to him, acknowledging that the fanbase is taking their reunion very well. Malibu hesitates before speaking, looking around into the sea of fans chanting for he and his ally. MALIBU You know, I think it's pretty obvious what's going on here tonight, so I'll make the announcement first, just in case anybody back there isn't paying attention, and then I'll get to the explanation. The Usual Suspects are BACK IN BUSINESS~! Despite already having picked up on it, the crowd erupts, as Leon pumps his fists. MALIBU Now, I'm sure a lot of you are wondering why. I'm sure people might be wondering why it took so long for me to look for backup in this war with The Wildcards. After time and time again, being left to die, bloodied, beaten and broken, why did I keep coming at them on my own? The truth is, and you all know this because I've said it before, is that The Wildcards are MY cross to bear...no one elses. I may have turned them loose on the OAOAST and their paths have crossed with our other stars, souring the attitudes of everyone in the company friend or foe...but at the end of the day, they're my responsibility. Scratch that, they're more than just responsibility now...they're my motivation, my reason for being here. They're the reason The Usual Suspects are standing before you once again as a cohesive unit. For MONTHS, I have sucked up the fact that I jaded the entire company that I helped build. I sat in dressing rooms alone, lingered backstage with not one person wanting to speak to me, all because The Wildcards were brought upon us by me. The night they turned on me inside the steel cage, nobody came to help me. The times I showed up to go after them, I had no help...I did that alone. However, when Bruce Blank went too far...when he went to my house and confronted Candie and...my... Zack starts breaking up, having to relive the intense moment that his girlfriend and baby daughter were approached in their own home by the sadistic Bruce Blank. MALIBU BLANK! Everyone knows what you did by now. You wanted my attention, YOU GOT IT! You've got it, that stunt EARNED it, and you will have it until you're dying day, because I will NEVER LET YOU LIVE IT DOWN! You've become the biggest star in the wrestling world this year, whether it be the OAOAST, the SWF, HI-YAH, or anywhere else...you are THE MAN this year! Everyone is talking about Bruce Blank, the man who became a star not just at my expense, but at the expense of my FAMILY? My DAUGHTER? That shows a heart blacker than any I've ever seen, and that's saying something in this business. You KNEW I'd come at you head on after that point, and you were right, you son of a bitch. There was no denying what I wanted to do to you, what I still long to do to you...until you sicced the dogs of war, your two sidekicks on me. Two weeks ago on this show I called your name, only to be answered by Todd Cortez...the same guy who told me I could TRUST you. The same guy who met me in Japan and said that if I needed backup, he knew who to call on. He's the same guy who ran me into a wall two weeks ago, kicked my teeth down my throat, and was holding me down, ready to be carved open like a Thansgiving turkey...until THIS MAN, right here, put his career aside, his goals on hold, to come and help me. This man, Leon Rodez, didn't have to come and help me. He didn't have to approach me after the fact last week, and say that maybe it was time the team got together again. He didn't have to offer his help, but he did, and do you know why, Blank? Do you know why he came to help me? Do you know why before Angleslam, this ring was filled with people I fought against and alongside? Do you know why Anglesault, the namesake of this company, showed his face on television and in this ring after wanting to get away from it all, just to save my career? It's because of RESPECT, Bruce Blank! You ask Leon Rodez, you ask Anglesault, you ask The Hooligans, all men I've been on both sides of the fence with, and they will all tell you that at the end of the day, whether you love or hate Zack Malibu, you RESPECT HIM. I DON'T RESPECT YOU! NO ONE DOES! IF YOU WANTED TO MAKE A NAME FOR YOURSELF, THEN MAKE ME BLEED! PIN ME IN THIS RING! BASH MY HEAD IN WITH THAT DAMN BAT OF YOURS...BUT DO NOT, DO NOT GO AFTER MY FAMILY! DO NOT INTIMIDATE A 105 POUND WOMAN AND A NEWBORN BABY GIRL, BECAUSE YOU WILL LIVE TO REGRET THAT CHOICE! You're the biggest star in wrestling right now, and you have NO ONE'S RESPECT! Malibu takes a breath, getting too emotional for his own good. Leon offers to take the mic, but Malibu asks him to hold up a minute, and during the brief break, that's when the three most hated men in the company decide to stroll out. BLANK Well looky here, ain't this precious. Don't go gettin' all worked up on my account now, Zacky boy! The crowd boos as loud as possible as Bruce Blank, Bloodshed, and Todd Cortez, The Wildcards, stand at the entranceway. Malibu immediately darts towards the ropes to go after them, but Leon snags his partner at the last possible second and drags him away, telling him to hold off and to not be lured into another fight just yet. BLANK Seems to me your partner is smarter than you are, Zack! You're little marriage there might work out for the best, if he can keep you outta trouble! MALIBU You want to say something to me? Get down here and say it to my face, you redneck piece of... BLANK Hey now Zacky, don't go draggin' my name through the mud after all those compliments! I mean, god damn, I'm flattered. The biggest star in wrestling this year, coming from the mouth of the man whose life I've personally made a living hell? A man who can't get the job done in the ring, who has to have someone flickin' light switches on and off so he can jump me from behind? A man who lost the respect...there's that word you love there, of his peers and had to endure beatin' after beatin' from me and my boys? Don't think a little suckin' up is gonna let you off easy, Zack. The problem with you is that you're too proud. You're gonna keep comin' at me because YOU HAVE SOMETHIN' TO GAIN! What do I have to gain by beatin' your ass again? I pinned you at Angleslam. I broke you mentally, and physically...so you tell me, Mr. Franchise, just what is in it for me if I get into the ring with you again? Malibu, ready to react and not speak, is pushed back again by Rodez, who steals the mic from his own partner. RODEZ Let me do some of the talking now, Blank. See, the book is still wide open on you and Zack, but we're gonna jump ahead a chapter or two now. Everything Zack said is true...the locker room thought that Zack finally bit off more than he could chew, and that he should have to clean up his mess. God knows he tried. But there comes a time where you have to call a spade a spade. Where a man must admit he's wrong...and I'm not talking about Zack, because he's done that. I'm talking about me, personally. You see me out here and it's Leon the crowd pleaser, but that doesn't mean that I can't take a serious tone when the time comes. Having to sit back and watch what you did to this man, to his family...was one of the toughest things I had to do. It made me, and the rest of the OAOAST realize that no matter what Zack did, nothing could compare to the lines you crossed that night. But we let him have at it, figuring that Angleslam would have been the end of you...and it wasn't. Because you HAVE broken this man mentally. You HAVE made this man hurt, and bleed, and as a friend, I'm not going to sit by and let it happen! I'm not going to sit by anymore and watch you three slice him open and drag him across this canvas! I'm not going to let his heart get away from his head, and bite off more than he can chew again. It all boils down to that word again, Blank. RESPECT. I RESPECT Zack Malibu. I do NOT respect any of you! The crowd roars, but The Wildcards brush off the insult, having heard it all before from other OAOAST stars. BLANK Blah blah, you ain't tellin' me nothin' I ain't heard before, boy. But just because you've got a hair across your ass about how we conduct business, don't mean nothin'. You're just like the rest of 'em. You think because you and Zack got a history, slap the ol' team name on yourselves again, that it's a different story? Don't kid yourselves. MALIBU Don't kid YOURSELF, Blank. Remember me? The same guy who doesn't stop coming? The same guy who stood in this very ring with a GUN IN YOUR FACE!? COLE Oh God, he's not supposed to say that! COACH I thought we were past that! Blank's demeanor drops, but not Malibu's. He's furious. MALIBU Yeah, remember that? Remember how I've tried to tear your eyes out? How I've cut you open with your own weapons? All because every time I hear my daughter cry, I see YOUR FACE IN MY HEAD! How every time I go to hold my girlfriend, she wants me to hold her just a little bit tighter because you've KILLED their sense of privacy! My family doesn't feel safe in my own home BECAUSE OF YOU, so why should you feel safe ANYWHERE? This goes beyond The Wildcards and me, Blank. At the end of the day, it's about you and I, but your boys can't seem to go their own way on this one. So now I've got the backup, and the ball is in your court. You might have nothing to gain by getting into the ring with me again, but you've got nothing to lose either. You can either meet us head on at World Without End, picking one of your boys to come with you, or you can keep looking over your shoulder for me. You can end it face to face, Blank, so what's keeping you? You want to kill me off? COME AND GET ME! DO IT! KILL ME OFF, BRUCE! DO WHAT YOU SAID YOU WERE GONNA DO! C'MON BRUCE, YOUR THE BIGGEST STAR IN WRESTLING! DON'T DENY THE FACT THAT YOU HATE THAT I'M STILL STANDING! Blank is scowling, trying to fight the urge to reply to Malibu, but Zack keeps egging him on, until finally... BLANK YOU WANT ME AGAIN, PRETTY BOY!? YOU WANT TO FEEL PAIN WORSE THAT WHAT'S IN YOUR HEAD, OR WHAT WE'VE DONE TO YOU PHYSICALLY? You and your friend there, think runnin' your mouths off is gonna intimidate us? When have we ever been about the talkin'? We're about ACTION, Zack. Like busting a man open, like slicing his forehead open, like going after those he loves because HE CAN'T PROTECT THEM! You want me that bad, Zack? You think Leon Rodez is gonna protect you? You think a Usual Suspects reunion is going to delay your demise? I DO NOT THINK SO! Because it ends, appropriately, at World Without End. Your world is going to come crashing down around you...THE BOTH OF YOU, because at that event, Zack Malibu and Bruce Blank will be standing across the ring from each other. No need to have rules and regulations, because you know they ain't about to be followed. See, I'm seeing it very clearly now. One of the OAOAST's greatest tag teams against a team that has not only wreaked havoc upon the OAOAST, but has set a precident across the wrestling world...one of pure violence and mayhem. BRUCE BLANK AND BLOODSHED, THE DEAD PRECIDENTS! THE SAME TEAM THAT TORE THE SWF APART! TWO MEN WHO HAVE MADE IT HARD FOR YOU TO SLEEP AT NIGHT! A BONAFIDE DREAM MATCH, ZACHARY, TO BID YOU FAREWELL, BECAUSE I WILL RIP YOUR HEART OUT AND SEND IT TO YOUR DAUGHTER IN A SHOEBOX! YOU HEAR ME, BOY! YOU BROUGHT IT ON YOURSELF...YOU AND RODEZ! IT'S ENDING, ZACK! THE PAIN WILL ALL BE OVER SOON, BUT GETTING TO THE END IS GONNA BE THE TOUGHEST TEST YET! I'M GONNA BLEED YOU DRY! Blank is spitting all over the place, his threats heard loud and clear through his thick Southern drawl. Malibu, fuming, paces himself, choosing for once to not let the rage inside him get the best of him...although Leon keeping Zack at bay from The Wildcards' taunts do help matters. Blank, Bloodshed and Cortez, the latter two who remained silent while the venom was spewing out of Blank's mouth, all disappear behind the curtain, offering one final stare back at the reunited duo set to avenge Malibu's family. COLE What a blockbuster that was! We'd seen Leon Rodez start to welcome Zack back into the fold after months of letting Malibu go it alone, but tonight it was made official...The Usual Suspects are BACK! COACH Not only that, but they threw down the gauntlet within seconds, luring Blank and Bloodshed, who were once known as the Dead Precidents "elsewhere", into a match at World Without End! COLE You heard Blank as well, saying that it's pointless to make it a straight up match, because not one of those men is going to adhere to any rules or regulations set forth. That's going to be a bloodbath! COACH No doubt, playa. COLE True dat. COACH Huh? COLE Sorry, did I step on your toes with that one? COACH Man...just cut to break, will ya? Tryin' to steal my schtick...you crazy?

It's not all entirely due to The OC watching. I grew a bit jaded with being the center of the "Poster A said this, Mod B said that" era when I was trying to do Dames a solid by watching the place for him during his transition period. You remember all of that, seeing as how you had to help smooth things over.

As of this past Sunday, I'm now the official co-host of a radio show called "Late Night With The Boss" on WELH FM in Rhode Island from 11-1 on Sunday nights. It's a small gig to start, but it's something, and will hopefully lead to more experience and opportunity down the line. I'm actually on-air with a friend of mine, so the banter and chemistry comes naturally and not forced, and I have the benefit of picking out the playlist (rather than follow any set station format where it's the same 10 songs every hour on the hour like most mainstream radio). Because the station I'm on is leased to different outlets during the week they don't have an audio stream online yet, so I can't link those of you interested to listen in, however I'm broadcast statewide, so those of you in RI and likely MA will be able to pick me up.

Well I'm not in the Chicago area, otherwise I'd gladly take those tickets off your hands. One of my favorite bands of all time. There are surely at least a good 5-7 songs by them that you've had to have heard at least once in your life.

YOU TAKE THAT BACK. And it's probably pointless to say so around these parts, but after hovering at or around the #1 spot for months with All Or Nothing, not to mention the constant top 40 airplay of Liquid Dreams, We Fit Together, These Are The Days and I Showed Her, they're hardly fifth tier. That's for bands like No Authority, Mytown, or C-Note.

Malibu's Selections this past week: Duran Duran's "Out Of My Mind" (Lushus is gonna love me for that one) April Sixth-"Dear Angel" Halifax-"Straight Up" (Dubs, you know that one) We also had a band in the studio so that took up the first 45 minutes. The other DJ got a few of his songs in, and we ended the show with the Star Spangled Banner for 9/11.

88.1 WELH.

KC and I are still using The Hooligans and The Wildcards against each other, however I wouldn't mind Team Canada getting them somehow. I'm sure we can work something out maybe not for a PPV, but for an episode of HD, if that's OK Alf.

I know Eski is taking a break for a while. I haven't talked to Patty in a longass time (which is rather odd, actually, so I hope he's ok). Cal/MVS/Chuck/etc. isn't an active member anymore, and hasn't been for some time. PK, can you demod them, please, and mod NYU? Muchas gracias.

Now you're just being redundant.