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[Zack Malibu 0]

I'd like for this to be the very first segment on the show, pre-theme song and all.

 

As soon as the hour hits, we're backstage live at HeldDOWN~!, where things are already out of hand! On one side of the backstage area are James Blonde, Faqu, and the Global Party Exchange, trying to fight through the wall of OAOAST staff, roster members, and arena security to get at The Wildcards, who continue to taunt and shout down their opposition.

 

"Your mine, you hear me, Cortez!? You're MINE for what you did!" shouts Faqu angrily, as he seeks vengeance for the Urban Legend's role in his defeat this past Sunday.

 

"You boys got some issues, c'mon and git some then!" challenges Bruce Blank, snickering as if this is a game.

 

"We're gonna get you! We're gonna get you for what you did to J!" yells Scotty Static in representation of The Hooligans, who had to witness their ally Jamie O'Hara get treated as a pin cushion courtesy of a staple gun.

 

The shouting continues, and things look to be breaking down...and then Zack Malibu, then man that has been called the cause for all of this turmoil, appears on screen. Malibu pauses, surveying what's going on, as all eyes are on him. Faqu appears to be the most incensed by this, as he tries to break through the barrier to get at his "friend".

 

"ZACK! Zack, you owe me, Zack. You cheated me out of that title!"

 

Malibu lowers his sunglasses, walks right up to Faqu, and looks him in the eye. Just a moment later, Malibu walks past him, out of view, as we fade into the opening theme song.

[Zack Malibu 0]

This one should come right after the theme song.

 

COLE

Welcome fans to what is already shaping up to be an eventful night here on HeldDOWN~! I'm Michael Cole, and...and that's Zack Malibu coming down to the ring right now!

 

The crowd roars as Malibu surprises them by storming down to the ring, minus his theme music, and certainly not dressed for a fight while clad in jeans, flip flops, and a T-shirt. Still, the HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion looks none too happy as he snatches the microphone from Michael Buffer, and heads into the ring.

 

MALIBU

I am SICK to my stomach of what's going on here lately. You've got guys in the back, ready to kill each other, barely being held back, and all fingers of blame point to me. Whether that's the case or not, we're going to get it all out of our systems right now. Security, whoever, let them out here, the whole lot of them. GPX, Faqu, Blonde, Blank, Cortez and Bloodshed, all of you out here, NOW!

 

CABOOSE

I know he's fearless, but Malibu has just called out SEVEN MEN who aren't on good terms with him!

 

COLE

Four at least, however we're still not sure where The Wildcards stand, especially after Todd Cortez was responsible for Malibu retaining his HI-YAH Championship this past Sunday at School's Out!

 

Nearly a minute goes by before anyone steps through the curtain, and when it swings open, it's The Wildcards making their way out. The crowd starts to boo heavily, with a minimum smattering of cheers as Bruce Blank, Todd Cortez and Bloodshed head to the ring.

 

COACH

About time these fans woke up and saw these guys for what they are!

 

CABOOSE

Coach, I never thought I'd see the day you and I agreed on something, but it appears that our reservations on these guys were with just cause. What they did to Jamie O'Hara this past Sunday was sickening!

 

The Wildcards step into the ring, with Malibu glaring at the men he brought into the company. The Global Party Exchange, minus their third Hooligan tonight, come down the aisle next, ranting and raving at Malibu. Lastly, Blonde and Faqu come down the aisle, and Blonde tries to be the cooler head of the two, as he tries to stop Faqu from charging the ring! The big Samoan hits the ring and stampedes toward Zack...but Bruce Blank puts an arm out and cuts him off!

 

COLE

Oooooh no.

 

Now incensed, Faqu knocks the arm away of the hardcore icon and stares him down! The crowd buzzes in anticipation of the two monsters hooking up, but Malibu steps in and pushes both back, seperating them.

 

MALIBU

STOP IT! STOP IT, DAMMIT!

 

Blank and Faqu seperate, each eyeing each other, as Malibu steps back and addresses friend and foe alike.

 

MALIBU

For weeks now, I've been a human target. Every time something goes wrong...EVERY TIME, I become the scapegoat, and I suck it up. I try to make it right...I ALWAYS try to make it right...and then things go wrong. Emotions overload, and certain people who do NOT BELONG IN MY BUSINESS get involved, and the vicious circle just continues.

 

Malibu eyes Cortez in particular, apparently not happy with Cortez's "divine intervention" that saved his HI-YAH Championship for him.

 

MALIBU

And then...then...then things get out of hand, don't they? I give people an inch, and they take mile...after mile...AFTER MILE AFTER MILE, DON'T THEY!?

 

Now filled with rage, Malibu confronts Bruce Blank, whose trademark snicker becomes a scowl when he realizes that Malibu is putting blame on his shoulders.

 

MALIBU

What happened to Jamie O'Hara...you can believe me or not...but that wasn't my call. I brought these guys in to back me up, because of what you two were doing. I brought them in because you never saw it coming. I did NOT bring these guys in to turn this company into a traveling crime scene! I wanted three badasses, three fearless people...NOT three vampires whose bloodlust is on MY head! So n...

 

As Malibu turns, Cortez reaches over his shoulder and yanks the mic from his hands, now just as incensed as Malibu appears to be.

 

CORTEZ

Now hang on just a second, Zack. What's the matter now, huh? You getting cold feet...squeamish maybe? You're a man who does his homework, Zack, and I've said this before...you KNEW what you were doing when you got the three of us signed, and now because we look bad on your resume, because we're bad for your rep...you wanna cut the tie? You're gonna use us until you've got no use for us anymore, like we're your whores? You can go fu...

 

Malibu, saving the OAOAST from a censorship suit, snatches the mic back from the Urban Legend.

 

MALIBU

YOU LISTEN TO ME. I got you in, and you did your part...you MORE than did your part. I told you the first time out, after Living Angleously, that you needed to rein it in, and what do you do? You...STAPLE a kid up? You let even MORE blood stain this mat, going against what I say? I might not legally be your boss...any of your bosses really...but after all I've done I at the VERY LEAST command your respect...and right now, Cortez, whether I have the respect of you and your boys...you DON'T have mine.

 

The Wildcards collective mood drops, as now none of the three look happy with Malibu.

 

MALIBU

Now, speaking of the interference the other night...you, Faqu, are going to hear me out on this one. The other night, we put on a hell of a match, one of the best the company ever saw...and it was never...NEVER (as Malibu turns back to look at Cortez) supposed to go down that way. You two have worked your asses off to get back in the game and make something of yourselves, and I respect you both for that incredibly. So you can think of me what you want, but I'm going to make good. Next week, Faqu, you're getting another shot, one on one for the HI-YAH Heavyweight Title!

 

The crowd roars, and while Faqu looks pacified, he's far from pleased.

 

MALIBU

I don't expect that to erase everything that's gone on, but it's the least I can do for you...and to make sure that EVERYONE stay out of our business, we're gonna make sure it's mano y mano...because we'll be surrounded by a FIFTEEN FOOT HIGH STEEL CAGE!

 

COACH

YO~!

 

CABOOSE

Now THAT'S a main event! Faqu vs. Malibu next week, in a steel cage!

 

Faqu and Malibu have a staredown briefly, before Malibu turns away and addresses the GPX.

 

MALIBU

Now you two...you think what you want of me, but I know how you are. You guys like to jump the gun and act before you think. So I'll tell you what...you wanna come at me, I'll be ready for you. To tell you the truth, I expect it. But you go after them (Malibu points to The Wildcards)...and I give you my blessing to!

 

COLE

WOW.

 

CABOOSE

Malibu...I think Malibu just officially cut his ties to The Wildcards!

 

Blank, angered at this turn of events, grabs the microphone when Malibu is about to hand it over to Scotty Static.

 

BLANK

So that's how it is, eh Zack? That's your gratitude, you wanna sell us out for these two prettyboys? You don't get it, do you? This is...this like a marriage, Zack. You did for us, we do for you. You got us into the OAOAST and we're grateful for it...so grateful that...that I'm gonna let what you just said slide. We're still gonna have your back, Zack, don't you worry...but you DON'T TELL ME OR MY BOYS WHAT WE CAN AND CAN'T DO. You might be the poster boy, you might be the superstar, but one thing you're not Zack, is hardcore. Ultraviolent. You're weak, just like these four boys right here. You can't handle the dirty work, and that's why you called us in. Because we've got a history of violence. Because that's what we're KNOWN for...and the fact that you people boo us doesn't mean you don't like us, we don't take it personally...because we know it means you're AFRAID. You're all afraid...and Zack, that fear...that lump in the back of your throat right now, it's with good reason. So you settle your differences by spouting some lines and playing politician, Zack...we settle ours the old fashioned way, like cowboys at high noon, or like two street gangs in a turf war...we go out and get blood on our hands. That's our mark. That's our calling. No matter what you say, Zack...no matter how you try to control us...just face it...you've opened up your heart and soul, your precious company, to be our bloody playground.

 

Blank shoves the mic into Malibu's chest, and The Wildcards exit upon Blank waving them on. All three stare back at Zack, Blonde, Faqu and the GPX as they head up the aisle to thunderous boos, leaving the remaining talent in the ring to reflect on that cryptic message from their spokesman, Bruce Blank.