Zack Malibu 0 Report post Posted June 20, 2006 I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known... It's a popular song, but the athlete (if you can call him that) claiming it as his theme music is anything but. Bruce Blank appears on the entrance stage laughing evily as he twirls a chain connected to the dog collar around his neck. In the other hand is his prized equalizer, the barbed wire baseball bat that has come into play quite often in recent weeks. COLE We heard earlier in the week via OAOAST.com that Blank has laid out an open challenge for tonight, and I've got to wonder if that's wise, given the reputation he has with the boys in the locker room. COACH Don't take this the wrong way or nothin', Mikey Cole, but that's EXACTLY why he laid out a challenge like this. He knows there ain't no one that's gonna take it! COLE We don't know that. COACH Tied up by a dog collar with THAT MAN across the ring? No thanks, playa. I'm hopin', seriously, that no one takes this cat up on the challenge. CABOOSE Imagaine this, Cole...Coachman showing some concern for once. COACH Damn right I am...can't get paid if this dude kills everyone on the roster! COLE ...we should have known, 'boose. The rugged redneck circles ringside, with the fans booing him with all their hearts, as the Wildcard is responsible for some of the most heinous actions in OAOAST history. He starts coming over to Michael Buffer, who looks up in both awe and fright at the big man, and Blank slowly leans down, staring Buffer right in the eyes with an evil glare before laughing in his face and grabbing the microphone. COLE I think we just saw Michael Buffer suffer a heart attack on live television! Blank steps into the ring, the chain clanging against the metal steps when he does. He looks around, awfully happy for someone so hated by the fanbase, and then starts to speak. BLANK Allllllllllll righty now, I'm sure ya'll know why I'm out here, and for those of you who don't, well, lemme tell ya. See, for the last couple o' weeks, it seems everyone's all of a sudden got an opinion about The Wildcards. We're too violent, too hardcore, too this, too that...well it's funny how those words seem to cease when we're in the faces of everyone else. Now Sunday night, me and my boys are putting our titles on the line in our kind of match against those damn Hooligans...that is if Jamie O'Hara makes it outta here alive tonight since my brother, a bonafide SWF Superstar he is, Wayne Blank is here tonight to take care o' that scrawny little flea and get revenge for him showin' up where he didn't belong last week! CABOOSE Blank obviously referrring to them *ahem* competition's broadcast last week... BLANK Tonight, though...tonight I feel that I need me a warmup. I need a few warm bodies to turn cold, and really get my juices flowin' for Sunday's Ultimate Punishment match. So if anyone in the back room there is feelin' froggy, here's your chance to jump. I got an open contract for tonight, and any of ya'll man, woman, or child can take me up on it if you'd like. 'Course, you gotta have the other end of this here chain collared around your neck so that we can make it real intimate like, but that's neither here nor there. I realize that it's early, some of you might need to kick back some o' that liquid courage, call your families, and say your prayers, so as a man of reason I'll allow you that time. I'ma be back out here later tonight, ready to scrap, and I'll just say this...if no one takes me up on my offer, I'ma come back there and find one of ya'll myself to do it! Blank drops the mic in the ring and exits, leaving the crowd aghast at his nerve. Snickering all the way to the back, Blank pays no attention to the fans, not a care in the world despite being one of the most despised men spanning two different wrestling companies. COLE Bruce Blank has thrown down the gauntlet here tonight! Just days away from putting the OAOAST World Six Man Titles on the line in an Ultimate Punishment match with The Hooligans, which will see the rulebook thrown out the window and leather straps being used on each other, he has laid out an open challenge to anyone within the OAOAST! COACH That's ballsy when everyone wants his head on a platter, myself included! CABOOSE So you're gonna be the one to take him up on it? COACH HELLLLL no. COLE Apparently we'll find out a little while from now just who has decided to defend the OAOAST's honor, but until then, there's plenty of action to keep you occupied out there in TV land, so stick with us, we'll be right back! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Zack Malibu 0 Report post Posted June 22, 2006 "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" is already in mid-song when we return to HeldDOWN~!, and Bruce Blank is halfway to the ring, once again weilding his trademark equalizer, while wearing a dog collar around his neck. COLE Fans, welcome back from our final commercial break! All night long we've been wondering who would possibly accept the open challenge laid out by the sadistic Bruce Blank earlier tonight, and that fateful moment is upon us right now! Blank again steps into the ring, and motions for the microphone, which a reluctant Michael Buffer hands over before scurrying back to his seat, obviously intimidated by the big brawler. The music dies down, but the vocal chords of the fans can still cause ringing in the ear, because the booing for Blank is overpowering. As per usual, Blank takes it in stride, his trademark snicker still apparent, as he begins to speak. BLANK All right now, the time is upon us. Let's see whose balls dropped, and who wants to make themselves a man tonight...or at least try to! Blank looks up the rampway, as do the fans, but there's nothing to be seen. No theme music to play. BLANK Come on now boys...hell, you don't even have to be a boy, I'll take on one of them there lil' ladies back there too! Despite extending the challenge to the rest of the OAOAST's mixed roster, nobody so much as peeks their head through the curtain, causing Blank to have a fit of laughter. BLANK Hahaha, oh this is rich...all you people in the crowd, I hope you remember this night for a long time, because as payin' customers, you should be offended. As OAOAST fans, you should be offended, because look at what your money and support gets you? My good friend Todd Cortez said it perfectly a few weeks ago...you're in a world without heroes now, you've got no savior anymore. We killed your poster boy, his career is dead and buried, and it's caused a ripple effect throughout the whole company! You've got no one...NO ONE to save you now! There's no more happy endings in the OAOAST! The fans, who don't believe a word of Blank's bunk, begin booking and hurling insults at the big redneck. He snaps right back at some of them off-mic, which is probably good for the company, as surely not all of the comments were directed in a tasteful manner. COLE Is Bruce Blank right? I mean...EVERYONE has been against the fact that The Wildcards are a part of our company, so why wouldn't any...hey...'boose? Caboose? COACH Is he...he IS! Once the fans take notice, they begin to roar, as Caboose, cricket bat in hand, steps out from behind the commentary table at Sofa Central, and stands at ringside, looking up into the ring at Blank, who seems to be a mix of shocked and pleased. Caboose hops up on the apron, and a loud chant breaks out, as the legendary star steps into the ring and stands face to face with the intimidating redneck. "CA-BOOSE!" "CA-BOOSE!" "CA-BOOSE!" Blank looks down into the eyes of his foe, but Caboose, unaffected by the size and mentality of Blank, snatches the microphone out of his hand! CABOOSE Let me tell you something. First, the reason nobody has come out of that locker room for this challenge of yours, is because I told them to stay back there. I wanted this time for myself, because it's about time you learned a thing or two. The fans ROAR, and Blank is even more shocked, because someone actually had the gall to call him out during what he thought was "his time". CABOOSE When you three came into the OAOAST thanks to Zack Malibu, many of us...ALL of us actually, second guessed it. We knew where you were coming from and what you were capable of, and truthfully, some of us felt slighted that Malibu felt he couldn't rely on his friends, on the people that have always supported him and been there for him. The fact of the matter is, Blank, is not that you and the Wildcards made your mark wrestling in bloodbaths and a more brutal atmosphere. It's also not the fact that you come to us from the SWF, a company that has been actively competing with us for years now. It's not the fact that you have no remorse, because let's face it, we're in the wrestling business. Like you've said in the past, it's kill or be killed in this sport. What it is about you and The Wildcards, Blank, is that at first you thought you were getting a free ride with Malibu...you thought that you were above us all. Then you take him out, you take out your meal ticket, the man who brought you to the dance...just to further feed your already out of control egos? You think because you spill some blood, because you're handy with the weapons, that it automatically makes everyone fear you? I'm going to tell you right here and now...I do not fear you. The crowd explodes, and Blank is now more angry than shocked. CABOOSE I'm going to tell you something right now...you pride yourself on death matches and spilling blood, that's all well and good, because I've been down that road before. I've been to the dark side and back, I have been bloodied, burned, torn apart by glass and barbed wire and God knows what else, and I've remained here to tell the tale, and I am not going to let a trio of people like you stain this company's reputation. This company...this company is my home. It is home to everyone in that locker room, at that commentary table, and to every fan who fills a seat in an arena, we open our home to them. YOU are unwelcome in my home, Bruce Blank. Neither are Todd Cortez or Bloodshed. I have bled for this company...I nearly DIED for this company! Oh yes, Bruce, there I was, on national television, having the life sucked out of me as someone just like you strangled me to quench his insatiable thirst for violence. It was enough to make me second guess myself, to take some time off and reflect...and that was until Zack Malibu contacted me. It was Zack who told me to get off my ass and get back here to stand up for myself, to perserve my reputation as one of the best. It was Zack Malibu who got me back into the company and allowed me to add onto my legacy. It was Zack Malibu, my FRIEND, who you destroyed several weeks ago inside a steel cage while I watched on...I watched on because part of me wanted Zack to see what he did was wrong. I wanted Zack to realize he made a mistake in bringing you in, but then I realized that I made a mistake for letting what took place take place. I made a mistake in sitting on my ass at the commentary table, numbed by what you did to the man who saved my career, and maybe my life. So tonight, I'm going to do Zack Malibu a solid. Tonight, you wanted a fight? YOU'VE GOT IT! Caboose drops the mic, and immediately swings for the fences, nailing Bruce Blank in the ribs with his cricket bat! Another shot over the back follows, and Blank is reeling as the fans go NUTS! COACH Mikey Cole, can you believe it!? COLE Not in the slightest! Caboose has had enough of Bruce Blank and The Wildcards! Blank staggers about, but then turns and swings wildly with his barbed wire bat...a shot that is deflected by the cricket bat! Caboose forces the bat out of Blank's hands, and it hits the canvas, while Caboose opens up with right hands to the sadistic trailer trash superstar! He sends Blank to the corner, then charges him...running right into a big boot by Bruce Blank! Caboose staggers away, while Blank takes the length of the dog collar chain and wraps it around his fists, then nails Caboose with a hard right hand! COLE Dammit! He just clocked Caboose with that chain and...yes, yes he's busted open! Caboose is dazed as he feels his forehead, the blood staining his fingertips. He stands up, but when he does Blank already has his trusty weapon in hand, and then swings hard, driving the barbed wire bat into Caboose's ribs! COLE NO! Caboose falls to his knees, hunched over and gagging for air. He crawls across the canvas and reaches out for his cricket bat, taking the handle in hand...but Blank steps on the other end of it, preventing him from getting it! COACH Mikey, this ain't gonna be good! Blank then reaches down and drags Caboose up, hammering him across the back with forearms before taking the chain and wrapping it around his neck, choking Caboose out! COLE This is deja vu for Caboose! He was choked out and left to die by Sandman years ago, and right now Bruce Blank is picking up where Sandman left off! Caboose struggles, panicking as this situation is all too familiar to him. He manages to turn his body and deliver some elbow shots to the ribcage of Blank, slowly but surely stunning the big man enough to cause his grip to loosen! Caboose then reaches down and grabs his bat off the canvas, and he swings...but it's CAUGHT by Blank, who tears the bat from Caboose's grip, and then slams it over his knee...BREAKING IT IN HALF! COLE Coach....Coach did I.... COACH HE BROKE THE BAT IN HALF, MIKEY! Caboose is weary and shocked, and Blank takes one half of the bat and jabs Caboose in the forehead with the splintered end! Caboose falls back to the canvas, and Blank drops to his knees, using the piece of Caboose's trademark weapon to carve up his forehead! COLE OK now this is enough...this isn't a challenge it's a massacre! Blank is going to town on Caboose, when all of a sudden the fans rejoice again, as the HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion FAQU races down the aisle! COLE It's Faqu! Faqu is racing down to help Caboose! The big Samoan slides into the ring, and Blank stands up, still clutching the splintered piece of bat and licking his lips at the fact he's got another victim primed to go. Faqu stands in the ready position, waiting to strike...but that brings out Cortez and Bloodshed behind him, and they jump him from behind! COLE Dammit, I should have know, the rest of The Wildcards just put the odds back in their favor! Cortez and Bloodshed stomp Faqu down, but the Samoan absorbs the blows and powers up, striking both Todd and Bloodshed with elbows and chops, trying to fight them both off...until Blank charges and jabs him just above the eye with Caboose's splintered bat! COLE NO! He could have blinded him with that shot! Faqu falls back to the ropes, but Cortez and Bloodshed pull him up, each holding an arm to leave him open as Blank goes and retrieves his barbed wire baseball bat, taking the end of the bat and ramming it into Faqu's ribs before putting the bat against his forehead longways, and raking it to the side, opening up a large gash on his forehead! COACH I'm gonna be sick, Cole. COLE This is insane! This is too much...TOO MUCH! Cortez and Bloodshed let Faqu drop in agony and begin to celebrate...not noticing that behind them, Caboose is pushing himself up to his feet. The blood mixed in with his trademark face pain, Caboose stands up and desperately charges forward, driving an elbow into the back of Cortez's head and sending him out of the ring! COLE HE'S STILL FIGHTING, COACH! Blank turns and grabs Caboose by the throat, but a low blow breaks that up pretty quickly, and Caboose hits the ropes and delivers a leaping clothesline that takes the big brute down! He starts to get up, but Bloodshed is on him like a bird of prey, raking at the open wound and jamming his fingers into it, almost as if he's trying to peel the wound open further...but Caboose reaches up and rakes the eyes, blinding his foe momentarily before reaching down and picking up Blank's bat and slamming it across Bloodshed's back! COACH YO~! ATTA BOY, CABOOSE! Bloodshed falls to his knees, groaning as he makes his way to the corner, reeling. Caboose stands over him, but before anything else can happen, Blank snares the bat from out of his hands, and when Caboose turns, he's met with a hard shot to the ribcage, so forceful that he coughs up blood that pools on the canvas! COLE Oh...my...God. Caboose falls over instantly, and when Cortez comes back into the ring, Blank tells him to go after the prone superstar, who has been brutally victimized. Cortez nods to Blank and pulls Caboose up, locking his head between his legs before jumping over his back, jarring his neck with a Riot Act Plus that knocks him out cold! COLE God damn it, that's enough now, let's get some help out here! Hearing Michael Cole's desperate plea, the locker room empties, as everyone from Alfdogg to NRG, from Los Diablos to Leon Rodez, have hit the ring area. The Wildcards take this as their cue to leave, ducking out of the ring and hopping the guardrail, as several superstars give chase to the bloodthirsty contingent. The cameras close in on the ring, and while Faqu is helped to his feet and tended to by medical staff in the corner, Caboose isn't so lucky. Rodez and Black T, who fought alongside Caboose as Originals, watch on as EMT's load Caboose onto a stretcher carefully, watching for a possible neck injury. COACH Cole...Cole we gotta get up in that ring. Without saying goodbye and signing off, Cole and Coach drop their headsets, coming over to ringside just as Caboose is being wheeled off. They watch on as the stretcher goes up the aisle, and Caboose makes an exit from the arena, although not in the way he intended... ...and perhaps for the very last time. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
