Zack Malibu vs. Faqu. Steel Cage Match.

[Zack Malibu 0]

COLE

It's time now fans for the main event of the evening, a Steel Cage Match for the HI-YAH Championship. While cage matches are typically put forth for major grudges, this seems to be more for keeping people out of the action tonight. With tension rampant between various allegiances, especially Zack Malibu and The Wildcards, the cage match seemed the safest bet for a fair fight.

 

CABOOSE

And what a fight it's going to be. Faqu has been determined to capture this belt since Anglemania this past year. Tonight, he gets his shot within the walls of the cage, but in the back of his mind, has to be concerned with the elimination of his partner earlier tonight at the hands of Bloodshed!

 

COACH

Pssh, concerned? I'd be furious! Everyone knows that's a Malibu call!

 

CABOOSE

You don't know that.

 

COLE

Whatever the case may be, that just added more fuel to the fire. No matter what Malibu claims, The Wildcards have stated that they'll continue to "back him up" whether he wants it or not. No matter how hard Malibu attempts to cut the tie, his decision to bring in The Wildcards has haunted him in recent weeks. Tonight, he attempts to make up for it by giving Faqu a fair fight, and in the process putting himself and his championship reign in danger!

 

"My Own Summer" hit, and the fans pop like mad, as the challenger appears on the entranceway, pausing for a few moments before making his way down to the cage surrounded ring.

 

BUFFER

Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, set for one fall, is for the HI-YAH HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, from Honolulu, HI, and weighing in tonight at two hundred, ninety seven pounds, he is the "Samoan Tsunami", FAAAAAAAAAAAAAQUUUUUUUUUUUUU!

 

Looking focused, Faqu walks up the steps and through the cage door, raising an arm out to the fans who applaud his arrival. Faqu then hits the ropes and warms up a bit, all while keeping his eye on the entranceway, as he awaits the champion.

 

"Getting Away With Murder" plays, and a loud pop follows, although scattered booing is noticeable. Given recent events, it's no surprise as to why, as even the fans have tired of Malibu's allegiance to the outsiders contingent of Bloodshed, Todd Cortez, and Bruce Blank.

 

COLE

The champ is here!

 

COACH

Dude...SO 2004.

 

Malibu comes out looking less animated than usual, more intent on keeping his belt as well as the respect of his peers. He simply heads right for the ring and slides through the door, unstrapping himself of the HI-YAH belt and seemingly wanting to get this over with ASAP.

 

The two men walk closer and closer to each other, meeting in the dead center of the ring. Of course, "dead" center might not be the best description to use when you're in there with an agile Samoan monster whose bad side you've recently gotten on. Still, Zack breaks the tension of the staredown with the extension of his right hand, offering respect to someone he still considers a friend.

 

COLE

Now, it'll be interesting to see Faqu's reaction here, because he's not taking Zack's recent actions lightly.

 

CABOOSE

To play devil's advocate though, Cole, some of those feelings could be bitterness and resentment for the fact that he's struck out everytime he's gone for the HI-YAH Championship.

 

COLE

Things have certainly gotten in the way in the past, but with a wall of steel seperating these men from the outside world, it's finally one on one, and at Malibu's call no less.

 

Faqu, still staring a hole through Zack, looks down at the end, and knocks it away. Malibu takes a deep breath and backs up, coming up to his "friend" and again extends his hand. Faqu again looks down, this time in disbelief that Malibu would try this tactic again...but this time the Samoan takes the hand of Zack Malibu!

 

AND YANKS HIM TOWARDS HIM, UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS!

 

COACH

He's gonna drop him already!

 

Frantically, Malibu shakes himself off, avoiding Faqu's Death Valley Driver! The Samoan quickly turns around, and Malibu reacts fast with SCHOOL'S OUT...but it's caught! Faqu throws the leg down, and then starts focusing on the leg with hard kicks, connecting with the upper thigh and area just over the knee. Malibu finally starts blocking the kicks and starts retaliating, using hard slaps to fight back, and then drives Faqu back even further with some wicked chops! Malibu then shoots Faqu to the ropes...or at least tries to, as Faqu reverses and sends Malibu in! Zack rebounds, running right into the grasp of the big man, who pushes Zack up over his head, and then throws him back down to earth with a hard slam! As Malibu reels, Faqu bounds for the ropes, and comes off with a front dropkick that knocks Malibu back down to the canvas just as he had gotten up!

 

COLE

He moves fast for a man his size, and between the power and momentum behind it, that dropkick could not have felt good!

 

CABOOSE

When does ANYTHING you see inside the ring feel good, Cole?

 

Faqu picks Zack up, then starts rattling him with repeated hard slaps before backing him into the corner and stuffing his face with forearm shots before turning around, walking away...and hitting a running forearm in the corner! Faqu then sends Zack across the ring, forcing him to slam hard against the turnbuckles. He charges in, but Malibu rolls out of the corner, avoiding the oncoming charge! Faqu turns around, but Malibu is up and starts firing off jabs with his right hand, continuously stunning Faqu with the blows! Zack then hits the ropes and delivers a single leg dropkick, cracking Faqu's jaw, and causing him to teeter back against the ropes! Zack approaches, and Faqu quickly shoots for the legs, taking Zack down to the canvas and hooking the legs while he stands back up...and he catapults Zack into the cage wall!

 

BUT ZACK WAS READY FOR IT!

 

COLE

Look at THAT agility!

 

Like Spider-Man, Malibu clings to the cage wall and climbs up a bit higher, looking over his shoulder before letting go and turning his body around so that he can land where his focus lies...on Faqu's shoulders, so that he can snap him over with a huracanrana!

 

CABOOSE

HOLY!

 

COLE

That was amazing!

 

Malibu pops right up, fueled by the roar of the crowd, and nails Faqu as he comes up with hard running lariat that simply staggers the big man. Malibu then hits the ropes again, but as he goes for a second lariat, Faqu throws his arm up and hooks Zack's, swinging around him and trapping him in a full nelson!

 

COACH

He saw that one coming a mile away! Malibu's way too predictable.

 

CABOOSE

Oh is that so?

 

Faqu keeps his hands clenched, as Zack tries his best to wriggle free. Moments go by, but with each passing second there's more pressue put on Zack's neck, and it becomes too much to take. Zack's struggling becomes less and less, as his legs give and he's forced down to his knees!

 

COLE

Faqu is pushing down hard on the neck, any more force and we could see a submission!

 

Malibu stays on his knees, his upper body being pushed forward due to the lock on his neck. Faqu keeps the full nelson applied, because with such minimal effort it's giving his body a chance to rejuvenate. He puts the pressure on, but Malibu begins to fight back, again trying to shake free before trying to push up off his knees...but Faqu cancels any plans of a comeback by yanking Malibu off his knees and planting him with a full nelson slam! Malibu slams down on the canvas, and the big man hits the ropes and comes off with a big splash, crushing Malibu under his body weight!

 

ONE!

 

TW-NO!

 

CABOOSE

First pinfall of the contest by the challenger, or by anyone for that matter, and he barely got two.

 

COLE

I don't think anyone, including us, expected Malibu to go down too soon.

 

Faqu pries Zack off the canvas, trapping him in a front facelock and using that tactic to again wear Malibu down. He then segues into a vertical suplex, but Malibu slips out and shoves Faqu to the ropes...but the big man barrells off and nails Zack with a thunderous shoulderblock! Faqu then hits the ropes again, but Malibu rolls onto his stomach, forcing Faqu to continue running the ropes. Faqu comes off again, and Malibu leaps up for a leapfrog...but instead of going under the move, Faqu catches Zack out of the air, and puts him across his shoulders, again for a Death Valley Driver!

 

CABOOSE

He's got him, he's got...NO!

 

Malibu wriggles free from the finisher once again, and wraps his arms around Faqu's waist, trying to use a German suplex, but Faqu elbows out of it, cracking Malibu in the jaw! Faqu turns around and ties up with a collar and elbow lockup, pulling Malibu away from the ropes, then hits a European uppercut that dazes Malibu long enough for Faqu to snare him by the head and run him across the ring, bieling him headfirst into the wall of the cage!

 

COLE

THERE'S the breakdown, right there. It's all out the window now!

 

Malibu is down, and Faqu stands over him, reaching down and pulling his now bleeding head up and goes to work, crossfacing him repeatedly! Faqu then pulls him to his feet, then yanks Zack's head back, snapping him down to the canvas before hitting the ropes once again, and coming off with a kneedrop to the cut open forehead of the HI-YAH Champion! Malibu convulses on the canvas, as Faqu hits the ropes again, and delivers another big splash to Malibu, again staying on top of him for the count!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

KICKOUT!

 

COACH

Dammit...he's persistent, can't ever say he's not!

 

Faqu again helps Malibu to his feet, but then takes him down the hard way, this time courtesy of a gutwrench suplex. Faqu then drags Zack to the corner, and with Malibu dazed and bleeding, the big man ascends the turnbuckles, setting himself up for flight!

 

COLE

We know that Faqu is more than capable of taking to the air, and...wait, wait!

 

Faqu, climbing the ropes with his back to his opponent, doesn't see Zack roll to his feet. In an act of desperation, Malibu lunges forward and shoves the Samoan's legs out from under him, crotching him on the top rope! Malibu then pulls his friend/foe down into the tree of woe, and starts brutalizing him with kicks, as the sight of his own blood has put Zack into a rage!

 

CABOOSE

He's got Faqu trapped in the tree of woe, and now he's cutting loose on him!

 

Malibu backs up, then charges forward, letting out a primal scream before driving his knee into the exposed ribs of the upside down Samoan! He then spins himself around and heads to the far corner before charging again, this time leaping into the air and coming down with a hesitation dropkick to the jaw of the strong style monster! Malibu then crawls towards Faqu, jabbing at his head while Faqu flails his arms, trying to deflect the blows from his unfortunate position, but Malibu grabs him by the head and pushes him up, then yanks him off the ropes by his head and drops him hard on the canvas!

 

COACH

DAMN! That's one way to get out of the tree of woe!

 

Malibu then moves into a ground and pound, clubbing Faqu across the head before standing up and hitting a legdrop on his rival! Malibu stands up, and then quickly drops an elbow, then again, then repeats the process a third time, connecting with all three elbowdrops before pulling Faqu up and summoning the strength to hoist him up and over with a snap suplex! Malibu then hits the ropes and leaps high into the air, crashing down with a fourth elbowdrop onto Faqu that draws loud applause from the crowd as he covers for a pin!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

NO!

 

COLE

Faqu getting a shoulder up there, but Malibu has now come to terms that he needs to be relentless...that this isn't a match between two friends anymore!

 

Right on cue, Malibu brings Faqu up and hurls him through the ropes, into the small crevice between rope and cage. Zack follows suit, and takes Faqu by the head, grating his face along the steel wall before ramming him repeatedly into it! Faqu starts to slump down, so Malibu steps back into the ring, then drags Faqu back in by his ankles, and now does exactly what was done to him earlier, as he delivers some crossfaces of his own to Faqu! Once Zack finishes with that, he picks Faqu up and delivers a hard chop, then wrenches the arm, drops an elbow on the bicep, and strikes with another hard chop before running the ropes and coming off with a high bicycle kick that puts Faqu on his back, staring at the ceiling!

 

CABOOSE

He drilled him with those educated feet. I think all professionalism and sportsmanship is out the window now, boys.

 

As soon as those words are uttered by Caboose, Malibu heeds to them, lifting Faqu's legs up and opening them so that he can plant a boot in the big mans midsection! Some fans boo the tactic, but Malibu doesn't bother playing to the crowd, instead focusing on the task at hand. He grabs Faqu's legs again, but this time the big man kicks free, knocking Zack down to the mat! Malibu gets right back up and goes for the legs, but again he's kicked away by Faqu, who is trying to make it to his feet. Malibu gets up just as Faqu is, and grabs him by the head, but the big man powers out of Zack's attempt and lifts him off his feet, carrying him across the ring before dropping him across the top strand of rope crotch first!

 

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!"

 

COLE

Yep, no sportsmanship in that move whatsoever!

 

COACH

But it got Zack off his back!

 

Malibu dangles dangerously, a look of hurt emblazoned across his face. Groggy, Faqu approaches again, and with Malibu reeling from having his special place dropped across the cable, the Samoan opens up with chops to the defending HI-YAH Champion, rattling him with every shot until a fourth chop knocks Malibu off his unwanted perched, and he collapses down to the area between the ropes and the cage wall!

 

CABOOSE

Malibu's down and out right now, and there's no rolling out of the ring for a rest here tonight.

 

Faqu backs off and uses Malibu's aching to get in some recovery time of his own, all while keeping Malibu in his sights. Soon enough, the Preppy One begins struggling to his feet, using the ropes as an aid in doing so...but once he's up the Samoan charges, shooting his upper body through the ropes and SPEARING MALIBU AGAINST THE CAGE WALL~!~!

 

COACH

YO~!

 

COLE

Zack Malibu...he just got PLASTERED against that wall of steel that's surrounding the ring!

 

"FAH-QU~!"

"FAH-QU~!"

"FAH-QU~!"

 

CABOOSE

Listen to these fans! I think they sense the Samoan is en route to victory!

 

After shaking off the effects of driving his body weight into his opponent, Faqu reaches down over the ropes, grasping for Malibu and pulling him up. He lifts him up in suplex position, but holds him, and walks back a few steps, closer to the wide open space of the ring...and then DROPS Zack right on his head with a devestating brainbuster!

 

COLE

Faqu completes the trifecta of targeting the neck, back and head, and in spectacularly brutal fashion!

 

Faqu rolls onto Malibu, and even runs his forearm into Malibu's face as he pins him down...but as the referee's hand hits the mat for the first time, the determined Samoan notices something other than Malibu's shoulder starting to rise for a kickout.

 

COACH

YO...I mean...yeah, YO, what are they doing out here!?

 

The crowd's attention turns not to Malibu's escape of defeat, but to the aisleway, as Bloodshed, Bruce Blank, and Todd Cortez, the least favorite people in the OAOAST locker room, have made their way out...not to mention Blank is brandishing his favored barbed wire baseball bat!

 

COLE

They have no right...NO RIGHT being out here! Zack told them to stay out of it.

 

COACH

THAT'S your reasoning? That ZACK said for them not to come out? It's a setup Cole, plain and simple!

 

The Wildcards slowly walk the aisle, and after Zack kicks out at two from the brainbuster, Faqu gets up and looks through the cage wall, then waves The Wildcards on, daring them to see what they can do!

 

COLE

He's...he's INVITING them to the ring, but with the cage up...that's why...

 

CABOOSE

What the...who just ran by us? Someone hopped the rail!

 

The crowd is buzzing once again, this time because THE HOOLIGANS have come through the crowd on the other side of the arena, and have hit ringside! In a shocking turn of events, the arrival of Static, Jax, and even Jamie O'Hara, last seen getting stapled alive, draws a pop from the crowd...and ESPECIALLY when they block the doorway to the steel cage!

 

COLE

The Hooligans, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad to see them!

 

COACH

Yeah boys! What now, Wildcards!?

 

The Wildcards back off, although Blank is still snickering about what's going down. The Hooligans flank the ringside area, making sure no one gets to the cage, because now it's all about Zack and Faqu, and who the better man will be.

 

Inside the cage walls, Faqu picks Zack up for a second brainbuster, or maybe a suplex...but whatever it is, it's avoided, and Malibu lands behind him, and hits a quick German suplex, surprising the Samoan!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

Faqu rolls a shoulder, but as he does that, Malibu simply rolls to his feet, using all his energy to pull the big man up, and drop him with another German suplex! Rather than try for the pin, Malibu continues the chain, rolling through the move and dropping him with a third German suplex before rolling to his feet once again, this time hooking one of Faqu's arm with his own, trapping him in a half nelson...and then throwing Faqu backwards, dropping him on the back of his head and neck with a release half nelson suplex!

 

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!"

 

CABOOSE

Nevermind wrestling, these two are going to be stuck facing off in wheelchair basketball after this match!

 

Malibu rolls Faqu onto his back, and sets him up in position near the ropes. Zack then climbs the turnbuckles, pausing for a moment to look outside at The Wildcards, who are looking on with smiles, as the HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion leaps from the top, and crashes down on the big man with a flying legdrop! Malibu hooks the leg, and the referee is right there for the count.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR-NO! NO! SHOULDER UP!

 

COLE

He kicked out!

 

Frustrated, Malibu slams his hands on the canvas, and picks Faqu right back up, not wasting any time in shooting him to the corner. Faqu crashes, and Malibu charges right in...but the big man fires off an elbow that knocks Zack back a step or two. Malibu takes it, then charges in again...right into another elbow from Faqu! This time he takes Zack by the head and readies himself on the middle rope, and sets off with a tornado DDT...but Malibu blocks the move and then powers forward, pushing Faqu across the ring and into the far corner! Malibu then opens up with repeated shoulderblocks on Faqu, then takes him out of the corner and sets up for his own tornado DDT...but Faqu counters his by throwing Zack off, and then nails him with a jumping enzugiri as he makes his way towards him again! Both men are down, but the crowd is on their feet, applauding the gusto of both men as they lay down, recuperating!

 

COLE

A lot of energy has been exerted by both men. It's all going to come down to that one fatal blow!

 

Malibu and Faqu soak up whatever energy they can muster as they lay under the bright lights of the arena, with fans, friends and foes all watching on. Almost simultaneously they both push up, both on spaghetti legs...and turn towards each other...AND THAT'S WHEN MALIBU CONNECTS WITH SCHOOL'S OUT!

 

CABOOSE

THERE'S THAT FATAL BLOW, MICHAEL!

 

Zack collapses atop Faqu, desperately pulling back on his leg to keep him down, as the crowd chants along with the count.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREENO! NO! NO! KICKOUT BY FAQU!

 

COLE

HE KICKED OUT!

 

COACH

DAMN!

 

The Wildcards look shocked, while The Hooligans gleefully smirk at their bitter rivals. Malibu is disappointed, taking a deep breath because he was just unable to put away the savage with one of his trademark winning moves. He takes Faqu by a handful of hair and drags him to his feet, slapping him lightly as if to get his attention before hitting the ropes...AND RUNNING RIGHT INTO A HARD TWISTING POWERSLAM! Faqu bounces off of Zack and rolls away, leaving him cringing in pain on the canvas. Faqu slowly gets up, visibly favoring his jaw from the School's Out. Malibu pushes up on all fours, but Faqu delivers a running soccer kick to knock Malibu over, then reaches down and picks him up. He sets him for a back suplex, but Zack floats over and spins Faqu around...BUT FAQU REACTS FASTER, PICKING ZACK UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS...

 

...DEATH VALLEY DRIVER ON ZACK MALIBU~!~!

 

COLE

I think THAT might be your fatal blow, 'boose!

 

Faqu covers, and the crowd breaks from their roar to count along with the referee's hands.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

COLE

He's done it! Faqu has won the HI-YAH Heavyweight Title!

 

The crowd is ecstatic. The Hooligans seem pleased. The Wildcards, however, are disgusted, as the look on their faces tells that they are not happy with what has just transpired. Meanwhile, the referee helps Faqu to his feet and raises his hand, as the door to the cage opens so that Michael Buffer can hand over the championship belt before making the announcement.

 

BUFFER

Ladies and gentlemen, the winner, and the NEEEEEEEEEEEW HI-YAH HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...FAAAAAAAAAAAQUUUUUUUUUU!

 

"My Own Summer" plays, but you're barely able to hear it, as the crowd response is wonderful, perhaps the biggest Faqu has gotten in his life. He kisses the center medallion of the belt and then raises it up high, walking to all four sides of the ring to show it off. He saves the aisleway for last, rubbing the belt in the Wildcards faces before putting it over his shoulder and turning away. As he turns, Malibu starts to come up to his knees, holding his head and neck, and with his last ounce of energy, extends a hand to Faqu.

 

COLE

Malibu...say what you want about what's gone on lately, but he's got respect.

 

Faqu looks at the hand, and unlike earlier in the night where he slapped it away, this time he simply turns away and exits the cage, leaving Malibu alone.

 

CABOOSE

Well he's got the belt, but obviously their friendship needs some work!

 

Faqu exits the cage, first eyeing The Hooligans and giving them a polite nod for their backup. He then turns to The Wildcards, who stare right back at him, and then he walks by, eyeing Blank in particular. The Hooligans follow suit, making sure Faqu's got backup if he needs it, but The Wildcards stay put...except for Cortez, who races to the ring.

 

COLE

So much for keeping out of Zack's business. Now here comes Cortez to help Zack.

 

CABOOSE

Malibu...man, what are you doing with these guys?

 

Zack, who can barely stand, is aided by Cortez, who starts to help him up...but Zack shoves him away!

 

COLE

I don't think he's doing anything, Caboose, look at this!

 

Cortez again tries to help, but Malibu pushes him away again, and now Cortez starts taking it personally. He leans over Malibu and tells him he's just trying to help, and starts to help him to his feet again...

 

...AND THEN TODD CORTEZ SPIKES ZACK MALIBU WITH THE RIOT ACT PLUS~!~!~!~!~!

 

CABOOSE

WHAT THE HELL!?

 

On cue, Bloodshed and Blank storm the cage, with Bloodshed shoving the referee down before shutting the door behind them and locking it! Bloodshed then waves the key around, showing that he stole it from the referee, and then tosses it over the cage wall, out somewhere into the crowd!

 

COLE

What are they...no...NO!

 

Blank and Bloodshed eye Cortez, who looks back, and then drags a lifeless Malibu to his feet, shoving him forward...RIGHT INTO A BARBED WIRE BAT SHOT TO THE RIBS~!

 

CABOOSE

DAMMIT!

 

Malibu drops and keels over, his abdominal area start to bleed due to the open cuts. As he clutches at his ribs, Blank tells everyone to back up, and then cocks the bat over his head, bringing it down hard across the shoulder blades of Zack Malibu!

 

COACH

They're...I mean...I...

 

COLE

If the tie wasn't cut before, it's damn SEVERED now!

 

After dropping Zack with the second shot, Blank hands the bat over to Bloodshed, who sits on Zack's back and takes the bat longways, raking the wire into the forehead flesh of the former HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion! Malibu screams in pain as Bloodshed rakes the bat back and forth, causing blood to cake up on the wire, and drip onto the canvas! Blank and Cortez stand over this all and talk trash, and when Bloodshed removes the bat, Blank stomps Zack in the head with his cowboy boot before taking back his prized weapon, now stained with the blood of the OAOAST's favorite son.

 

COLE

Malibu, I...I don't know what to say, this is...

 

CABOOSE

This is MANSLAUGHTER, Cole! Premeditated manslaughter!

 

Again, Cortez yanks the body of Malibu off the canvas, standing him up so Blank can look him in the eye and tell him "you don't own us" while goozling him. He pushes Malibu back, and now Cortez grabs him by the head and falls to the canvas, trapping Zack in the Street Dreams, while Blank starts jabbing the end of the bat into Zack's ribs!

 

COLE

Someone...someone has to help him!

 

CABOOSE

WHO? Who is going to help Malibu!? He brought this on himself! I hate to say it...I hate to...but he brought these guys here, and now he's paying the price for it!

 

Cortez doesn't need much effort to put Zack out, as Zack was nearly there. He throws Zack off of him, and together the three Wildcards put their feet to work, stomping Malibu into oblivion before Bloodshed drops to the canvas and turns Malibu onto his back, pounding him just like he did to Scotty Static and staining his fists and forearms with the blood of the prep. The fans look on in horror, and garbage starts filling the ring, or bouncing off the cage walls, while Blank and Cortez parade around, taunting the fans who disprove of their tactics.

 

COLE

This is too much! We have...we have to get him out of there!

 

Once again, Zack is pulled up to his feet, with an arm held by Bloodshed and Cortez. Blank spits into his hands and rubs 'em together, then cocks the bat again, running with it and smashing it against Zack's forehead, causing blood to spray over the other two Wildcards, who seem to take plesaure in it!

 

CABOOSE

Zack...I don't...look at him...

 

Not an inch of flesh isn't covered with blood, and it's a grisly sight for all...except for The Wildcards, who have enjoyed what they've just done. Finally, whether it's out of mercy or pure boredom, Blank, Cortez, and Bloodshed start climbing the cage wall to exit, with Blank leaving his bat behind as a memory for Malibu. Right next to him, the very weapon that just put Zack Malibu through the worst hell of his life lays stained with his blood, as our cameras fade out on what's left of Zack Malibu.

[Zack Malibu 0]

DONE.