Zack Malibu

8. Put Linkin Park back in everyone's head.

Right after the match, our cameras cut backstage, as they're quick to pick up on what's about to go down in the dressing room area. "BLANK! COME ON, BLANK!" Once again, Zack Malibu, still a member of the walking wounded due to the horrific beating he suffered two weeks ago at Angleslam, is a man on a mission, looking for nemesis Bruce Blank. Malibu blows past anyone and everyone in his search for Blank, screaming his name out and hoping that the sadistic redneck has the balls to answer his calls. "BLANK! COME ON BRUCE, I..." *WHAM~!* In the midst of his search, Malibu is attacked from the left, rammed against the wall by none other than Todd Cortez, Blank's cohort in The Wildcards, and the man responsible for arranging the deal with Zack that he now regrets, the one which brought Blank, Bloodshed, and Cortez himself into the OAOAST! Malibu slouches against the wall, and Cortez brings repeated knee strikes into his gut, doubling him over and leaving him wide open to be hammered across the back. Malibu struggles to keep himself standing, and wraps his arms around Todd's waist, screaming loudly as he forces him back and slams him against a wall! Zack comes up to a vertical base and pins his forearm against Todd's throat, looking him right in the eye as he blocks any air from being breathed in! Cortez struggles, and finally manages to headbutt Zack flush in the nose, possibly breaking it in the process! Malibu reels, and Todd takes him by the head and slams him face first into the wall, Malibu's blood now staining the pure white wall! Todd then takes Malibu by the head and hurls him to the floor by the entranceway, and Malibu winds up rolling away, out onto the entrance ramp! The crowd roars at the sight of the fight, as Cortez drives the sole of his boot across Zack's cheekbone when the Preppy One tries to stand up! COLE ...are we...OK, Coach, our mics are back on, and we've got a situation right now! COACH A situation? This isn't a situation, Mikey Cole, this is a code red...literally! COLE Zack Malibu has been busted open once again at the hands of The Wildcards, namely Todd Cortez, who jumped Malibu in the backstage area as he sought to find Bruce Blank! Malibu, crawling on all fours, has no defense when Cortez undoes the belt from his jeans and takes it in one hand, cracking it over Malibu's back repeatedly! Malibu rolls onto his back and into a guard position, trying to defend himself from Cortez's assault, and manages to kick him away and he comes closer. Zack pushes up to his feet, with Cortez coming at him again, and Zack lunges forward with a right hand to the nether regions, knocking Cortez to his knees! COACH Well, when all else fails, go low! Cortez is moaning in pain, having dropped his belt at his side. Malibu claims the items and wraps it around his hand, letting the point of the belt buckle remain exposed...SO THAT HE CAN JAB IT INTO CORTEZ'S FOREHEAD! COLE HE'S CUTTING TODD CORTEZ OPEN! HE'S USING THAT BELT BUCKLE TO OPEN HIM UP! Malibu rakes the buckle across Todd's forehead, then jabs at the wound to open it further, covering his right hand in blood. Malibu then grabs Todd's head in his hands, and starts pressing his thumb, and the point of the belt buckle dangerously close to Cortez's right eye! COLE He's going for the eye again, just like he tried to do to Bruce Blank at Angleslam! COACH He damn near tore his out then, so what's gonna happen n... *KEEEE-RASH~!* COLE DAMMIT! DAMMIT TO HELL, now it's a mugging! The sound you just heard was a light fixture being smashed across the forehead of Zack Malibu by Bloodshed, who rushed out from the back to aid his partner. Malibu lay flat on his back, his forehead now dripping with blood from the broken glass...as Bloodshed takes the jagged end of the fixture and holds it in his hand, kneeling next to Zack and targeting his forehead! COACH They're carving him up, Cole! Malibu shouts in pain as Bloodshed goes to work on him, like a horror movie villain maiming his latest victim. Cortez gets up and holds Malibu's arms down, not letting him attempt to defend himself, as Bloodshed starts working him over with the shrapnel...but a loud cheer from the crowd lets us know that help is on the way! COLE IT'S LEON! LEON RODEZ! Rodez, in street clothes, rushes to the aid of his old partner with a steel chair in hand as his weapon of choice! Bloodshed turns to see what the commotion is about, but before he can go after Leon with his jagged shank, Rodez blasts him across the head enough to stagger him back, then floors him with another wicked chairshot that brings him down! Cortez leaps up and goes after Leon, but Leon cocks back and fires off a chairshot at him too, nailing Todd so hard that both of his feet come right out from under him, and he crashes onto his back! COACH WHAT A SHOT! DAYUM! Leon stands over Cortez, and then turns to see Bloodshed, smiling through dripping blood, standing their with his weapon of choice, ready to react. Rodez glares at him, silently daring him to do his worst, but security and staff rush out to clear the aisleway and prevent anymore damage from being done. COLE They're getting hauled away, and that may be best, for ALL involved! Rodez knocks the arms and hands of security away, leaning to look at his fallen friend and check on him. Bloodshed is physically dragged back towards the dressing room area, smiling a sick smile at Rodez, as the two stare each other down. COLE They were partners in The Usual Suspects, and earlier this year when most of the locker room was against Zack bringing The Wildcards in, it was Leon who became the first to stand up for Zack when everything came crashing down around him. COACH We've seen Zack left laying before, left to fight his own battles...but after the way The Wildcards crossed the line, it looks like the OAOAST locker room is becoming more of a united front...and it looks like the former World Tag Team Champions are leading the charge! Rodez helps Zack to his feet, while a trainer comes over with a towel to block the blood from flowing out of his forehead, as we fade away from the chaos, and to a commercial break.

Keywords: last year. Water travels under bridges.

I don't know. I miss the bastard, and his offbeat advice on life's little nusiances that he always offered me. Oh, and the music too.

Porky's isn't a camping movie. It's a high school movie. The movie discussed in the first post is Big Girls Don't Cry, They Get Even. Used to be on Showtime allll the time in the mid-90's. And I wholeheartedly agree with YNA that Sleepaway Camp is the greatest camp movie of all time.

BUMP~! to inspire some more feedbackage these days!

That's open to discussion.

Very good episode last night. The stuff with the mother/daughter tandem, and Sean's comment on Christian's new decor ("why do you have a statue of a cock?") was good stuff.

I have an idea regarding the authority figure madness. Basically that Anglesault (in character, since I have control of it) determines that he's sick of people claiming to run "his company" and he wants to take more of a hands on role. He institutes certain policies that waive legal ramifications (once you're in the arena, you're fair game, etc...very similar to what Bischoff had planned for the new WCW had he bought it) and it cuts down on the use of needing the authority figure to come out and make a ruling. Underneath him though, would be the "Three Wise Men" of Bill Watts and two others, who basically are in charge of carrying out his orders and reporting back to him. They would only interfere at extremely crucial times, or simply to announce matches booked for upcoming shows. That way there's no actual heel/face GM type of thing. The Three Wise Men idea came to me because they can do "majority rules" type of votes, so you never really have three full "heelish" guys or three faces going over the heads of the wrestlers. Anglesault would be impartial, leaning towards face...much like how Jim Cornette is for TNA.

I'll have you know I made it through the first broadcast with no Kelly Clarkson whatsoever.

While it's likely nothing compared to what he makes nowadays, Carlito hardly earned peanuts in Puerto Rico, seeing as how he wrestled for his father's company. I'm pretty sure he was very well taken care of.

There is Bruce/Zack fallout in GCF.

We return to HeldDOWN~!, and find an odd site (well, not that odd by normal OAOAST standards!) The one and only Mean Gene Okerlund is standing in the ring, somewhat befuddled by his assignment, as the cameras begin rolling once again on this live broadcast. MEAN GENE Ladies and gentlemen, my name is "Mean" Gene Okerlund, and tonight, my presence was requested to introduce a man who claimed victory at Angleslam, and would like to reveal his thoughts on the matter. After surviving a brutal bloodbath this past Sunday night, he is now proclaiming to have vaniquished his arch rival. Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I am...I am FORCED to introduce to you, BRUCE BLANK. Gene doesn't look happy with himself, but it's what pays the bills. "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" is cued up mere seconds after the mention of the hardcore superstar, and sure enough he appears on the ramp, looking as proud and smug as one can be while still stitched and bruised, the victim of Zack Malibu's vengeance. WHITEEEEEE TRASH!! WHITEEEEEE TRASH!! WHITEEEEEE TRASH!! COLE Oh look at that smug bastard...I hope he's happy with himself! COACH You and I both know he is, Michael...as sick as it sounds. I mean, we can take some solace in looking at him all banged up, now can't we? COLE Not nearly enough if you ask me. He can still walk. Bruce CAN still walk although there is a pronounced limp to his walk as the big man walks down the aisle, grin on his face, cowboy hat firmly in place (white a large white bandage adorning his forehead and poking out from under it). MEAN GENE Bruce Blank, I don't know how I drew the short straw with your formalities, but let's get on with it, because sir, I for one do not feel comfortable nor happy with myself standing in the same ring with you! Gene holds up the microphone and then just stands there tapping his foot, waiting for Bruce to get on with it. He’s been told to go out there and interview Bruce Blank even if he doesn’t want to and he’ll be damned if he does more than just the bare minimal required with this guy. Bruce doesn’t waste any time in taking the microphone away from Gene, holding it up to his bruised and cut face, while the sea of fans cusses, curses, flips him off, and all other sorts of PG-13-NC-17 related behavior. BRUCE BLANK I DONE TOLD YOU SO!! WHITEEEEEE TRASH!! WHITEEEEEE TRASH!! WHITEEEEEE TRASH!! Bruce’s grin grows even wider as the crowd heat turns nuclear, he looks like he’s been through hell (and he has) but he also gives off a vibe that it was totally worth it (which it was). BRUCE BLANK Hey don’t be mad at me because Zack let you down. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! COLE He did not let us down you dumb ox! He stood up and fought longer than any of us thought he would! COACH Tell him Michael!! BRUCE BLANK Now, now you backed a loser and he lost! You can’t really blame me for that now can you? You know even before I joined the OAOAST I had heard about Zack Malibu, how he was supposedly tough and resilient and had this never say die attitude...and what good did it do him? His pain, his suffering, it could have ended MUCH earlier than it did this past Sunday! The crowd boos incessantly, not taking kindly to Blank treating Malibu as a simple afterthought after all he put him through to goad him into their feud. BRUCE BLANK You're booing me? You're booing me, for what? IT'S ALL HIS FAULT! HE'S the stubborn bastard! HE'S the one with the ego! It's not that Zack can't say die because he's too proud, too much of a man...it's that his own damn cockiness won't let him! That man don't give a damn about his girl, his daughter, or any of ya'll...he just couldn't handle the fact that I broke him down, tore him apart from the inside out, and Sunday night, left him LAYING, DEAD TO THE WORLD, because I AM A BETTER MAN THAN ZACK MALIBU EVER WAS OR WILL BE! Whether it was his pride, his sense of justice for his family, or trying to do right by you people, or his own damn selfishness, Zack Malibu was just too damn stupid. He could have laid down, taken a few shots like a man, and been done with it, but noooooo. He wants to gouge my eyes out, choke me with a wire, use my own weapon, MY baby, on me? HE GOT WHAT WAS COMIN' TO HIM, AND MY MARKET VALUE HAS RISEN BECAUSE OF IT! I beat him bloody, I beat him BADLY, and I...I can't believe, would you look at this! The fans ROAR as Malibu, aching, bruised, and in even worse shape than Bruce Blank, slowly starts coming down the aisleway. Immediately, staff and other wrestlers come and try to form a wall, attempting to block Zack from making the trek down to the ring, but Malibu uses whatever strength he might still have left to push them aside and get down to confront his worst enemy. BLANK Here he comes, the little engine that could! Well let me tell you, little engine, you're about to cross over to the wrong side of the tracks if you get down here, boy. Do not think I won't finish the job here tonight on live TV, and force all the major networks to air your funeral in the mornin'! Zack is just about at ringside, when more wrestlers, including his former World Tag Team Championship partner Leon Rodez head out, Rodez leading the charge. Rodez tries to talk sense into Malibu, telling him there is no sense in doing himself more harm by going after Blank in his state, while Blank leans over the ropes snickering, and fixing the brim on his cowboy hat. COLE Zack Malibu is out here, and even as a friend, I can say that he doesn't belong out here! COACH Malibu is in NO condition to be out here confronting this sick son of a bitch! These guys have to get him to the back before this breaks down! COLE It doesn't look like he'll let them stop him, Coach, he's putting up a fight! Malibu looks like he's been through a meat grinder, barely able to effortly fight past the makeshift barrier that the OAOAST staff is trying to form around him. BRUCE BLANK What's the matter, Malibu...you gotta come out here to save face? Lookin' at the number I did on it, that might not be such a bad idea after all! C'mon Zack, move past your boys here...don't let them keep you back, you're a FIGHTER after all! The wrestlers and staff holding Zack back all seem ready to let him have at Blank. Even Gene Okerlund has now exited the ring, not wanting to get caught in any crossfire. Still, with Zack's best interest at hand, nobody will let him past, despite him swinging wildly and violently, with only Rodez seemingly able to calm him. BLANK C'mon, Zack, make up for your failure! Make up for the fact that you had to go home and tell your girlfriend that she had to bandage you up, because you couldn't defend her honor! Make up for the fact that you couldn't hold baby Jenna when you got home, because it hurts just to breathe! Make up for the fact that that little girl cries every night because it's my face she sees in her dreams, the face of a real man, not like her dad... That's IT for Malibu, as he lunges forward, grabbing the ring ropes and trying to get in the ring, while the wrestlers and staff frantically try to hold onto him. Blank steps back, but as Malibu is being lured back to the floor, Bruce comes and delivers a hard right hand to the forehead, knocking Zack backwards into the arms of the staff, and bursting his stitches, instantly drawing blood! COLE What a son of a bitch! Using his family as a cheap way to get a reaction, and then suckering him in for a cheap shot! BLANK See what happens, Zack? See what happens when you start wars you can't win? THIS is what happens? You've got thousands, millions even, disappointed in you. You've got a family disappointed in you...a COMPANY THAT ALMOST SHOWED YOU THE DOOR, DISAPPOINTED IN YOU! You are NOTHING anymore! NOTHING! Malibu is incensed, BEGGING to be let go and charge the ring again, as his white dress shirt becomes stained with the blood from his now open wound. Nobody will let him past, and finally, Leon Rodez manages to back Zack up, pleading with his friend to let good sense prevail. Blank continues to taunt Malibu from inside the ring, until some of the staff hits the ring and orders Blank out the far side, telling him to hop the railing and walk through the crowd, not daring to let him past Malibu in the aisle. From across the arena, the two men stare at each other, showing body langauge that tells everybody in no uncertain terms, that this war is not over.

I'm back again, this time as Hangin' With Mr. Kennedy.

I already have a title shot thanks to Two For The Money though! I actually had the benefit of scanning a bit of the show while it was sitting in GCF tonight, so it shouldn't take me long to read the rest.

My match is finished in GCF, Tony.

I hope he realizes how good this is for him. However, you have to worry that the fact that he can't do what he loves most, and is losing his wife AGAIN, this time while she's bearing his first son, is going to mentally break him down.

Dude, you need quick wit for this...not automated responses!

Apology accepted. Even though you prefer to be a Czechmate.

Hey Gabe, I was out! I pick you in an effort to make up for having a life during the actual draft!

I just came in from the bar, and this is all I missed? Boo urns, and stuff.

This (and your avatar quote, which I just noticed) is why I enjoy Oblivious Heel.

Then let KOAB be the head ni...yeah, you know.

I want Jugs in charge of my team drafting tonight since I won't be around. He's my second in command.

Judging by your recent posts, there should be enough of it in your undies right now.