Zack Malibu 0 Report post Posted June 29, 2006 COLE No matter how redundant it may seem, I have to mention again what a wild night it was last Sunday at the Great Angle Bash, especially as it pertains to the Ultimate Punishment matchup! COACH Mikey Cole, that was a far cry from the mat classics we've grown used to from our roster. We had scaffold dives, blood everywhere, and in the end, we had new World Six Man Tag Team Champions, my boys, The Hooligans! COLE It seems that everyone seems to be warming up to Static, Jax and O'Hara again, including Zack Malibu himself! COACH I don't know if I'd push it like that, Mikey... COLE No matter what though, Coach, it was Zack Malibu who shocked the world by returning from severe injuries, injuries that probably haven't even fully healed yet, to shock The Wildcards, and Bruce Blank in particular. COACH Never in my life did I see so many people so happy to see Zack Malibu than this past Sunday night. COLE Well three people not happy with his appearance are the former World Six Man Tag Team Champions, who are about to grace us with their presence! "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" begins, and when it does, so do the boos. Immediately after the song kicks in, Bruce Blank, Todd Cortez, and Bloodshed, arguably the three most hated men in wrestling today, storm down the aisleway and to the ring. Noticing a "ZACK IS BACK!" sign at ringside, Blank snags it from its teenage owner and tears it up on camera, prompting the angry young man to lean over the rail and try to grasp it back before it's completely shredded. Todd Cortez responds by shoving the young man back, sending him to the floor, while Bloodshed stands on the apron, watching the carnage unfold. COLE These guys have some SERIOUS heat these days. COACH Good thing Cortez wears that bulletproof vest! The Wildcards finally get into the ring after some more jawjacking and other fun fan altercations. Cortez heads to the corner and wags a finger at Michael Buffer, looking for the mic, and the famous announcer gets up and puts it on the apron, refusing to place it in the hand of the "Urban Legend". Cortez chuckles to himself as he leans down to pick up the microphone, and he gladly hands it over to the big roughneck, Bruce Blank. BLANK It seems that the rumors of a certain someone's demise have been greatly exaggerated! It seems that the prodigal son has returned, once again, to play savior to his company. The fans pick up on the statement immediately, breaking out into a loud chant of an all too familiar name. "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" BLANK THAT'S RIGHT, YOU GO ON AHEAD AND CALL HIS NAME, BECAUSE I WANT HIS ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW! Blank, eyes wide with rage, storms around the ring, as Bloodshed and Cortez flank him, seemingly prepared for any attacks that may occur. BLANK WHERE IS HE? HUH? WHERE'S YOUR HERO? WHERE'S MISTER GOODY GOODY? AFRAID OF A LITTLE FACE TO FACE, ZACK? GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE, BOY! "ZACK!" "ZACK!" "ZACK!" The chant grows louder and louder, and soon it appears that everyone in the arena is calling for Malibu, including Blank himself! BLANK C'MON ZACK, COME ON OUT HERE! MAKE YOUR GRAND ENTRANCE, BECAUSE IT'LL BE THE LAST TIME YOU EVER WALK TO THIS RING ON TWO HEALTHY LEGS! LET'S GO! Blank is stark raving mad, pounding his barbed wire bat against the turnbuckles while clutching the mic, growing desperate in his plea for his rival to appear. BLANK Malibu...Malibu...Malibu. You don't wanna show your face now? Don't wanna come at a man in a weakened state and bash me in my head again? Yes you do! You want to make me bleed, Zack. You want me to feel pain and suffering the likes of which I've never felt. You want us to PAY, Zack. You want revenge. Retribution. Most of all, you want redemption for what you brought onto this company...SO BRING YOUR ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW AND DO WHAT YOU WANT TO DO! COLE That bravado might cost him! COACH It certainly did on Sunday night! Minutes go by, and still, no answer. Blank is growing increasingly frustrated, and it looks as if he could crush the microphone in his grasp with how hard he's holding onto it. BLANK Alright, Malibu, you don't wanna show your face, then we're goin' on the hunt. We know you're here, Zack...you HAVE to be here, you have to make the big comeback speech and play little glory boy again! Well if you're not gonna come to us, we're comin' for you...and we'll tear apart this whole damn arena looking for you! Todd, Bloodshed...go drag his candy ass out here, because I'm not leaving this ring until he's at my feet in a pool of blood once again! Cortez and Bloodshed nod, definitely not about to argue with Blank even if they weren't on his side. The duo, at one time known as two thirds of Martial Law in the SWF, head up the aisleway, when suddenly, everything goes black, from the arena to the TV screens of the viewers at home. COLE This is how it happened Sunday night! COACH ZACK MALIBU, WHERE YOU AT!? The fans grow anxious, still chanting for Zack during the blackout. Finally the lights come back on, and there inside the squared circle is... ...Bruce Blank. COLE I don't...but...where is Zack!? COACH I think they played us, Cole! COLE I don't know, Coach...they look as confused as us! Blank looks around, and Cortez and Bloodshed have stopped about halfway up the aisle, ready to charge the ring if Malibu had appeared the same way he did on Sunday. BLANK He's bein' cute now! He's playin' with us...ya'll go back there and drag his ass out here! Find him! Cortez and Bloodshed turn and head up the aisle once again, as Blank stands tall in the ring. Cortez and Bloodshed disappear behind the curtain, as one of the ringside cameramen from the apron steps into the ring, keeping the camera focused on Blank... ...AND THEN SMASHED THE CAMERA OVER HIS HEAD! COLE WHAT THE... COACH MIKEY! Tossing the hat into the crowd, and the camera now not obstructing his face, the arena goes BANANA~! as ZACK MALIBU is standing over the body of Bruce Blank once again, to everyone's delight! COLE MALIBU GOT ANOTHER SHOT IN! HE SWERVED THE WILDCARDS! COACH Blank's already aching from Sunday...and that camera shot just ripped open his stitches! The big redneck struggles to sit up, the stitched gash on his forehead now busted wide open and oozing with blood. He pulls himself up, but as he does, Malibu takes hold of his prized barbed wire baseball bat, brandishing it as Blank struggles to his feet... WHAM~! ...and he catches a shot right in his ribcage which brings him back to one knee! COLE He drilled him with his own bat! Malibu stands over Blank, and now the crowd buzzes as Cortez and Bloodshed, both still aching from Sunday as well, rush as fast as they can to get back to the ring. Cortez slides into the ring, but just as he stands up and lunges for Malibu, Zack delivers a flash SCHOOL'S OUT~!, reacting instantly to Cortez's approach and knocking him through the ropes and to the floor! Malibu turns around, noticing a charging Bloodshed, and he sidesteps, swinging the bat again and connecting with a hard shot that sends Bloodshed tumbling over the bat, landing on his back on the canvas! He coughs and paws at his ribs, groaning in agony despite loving it all deep down. Malibu stands tall amidst the three fallen Wildcards and surveys the damage, but drops the bat before he can do anymore. COLE Malibu just attacked all three of The Wildcards on his own! COACH You expected him to have help? COLE He's certainly going to need it...Malibu has always been proud enough to fight his own battles, but this time it might be more than he can chew! Zack exits the ring, and rather than walk to the back, again exits through the crowd, moving through the sea of fans that are rejoicing in his comeback. In the ring, Bloodshed and Blank are getting to their feet, while Cortez is pushing up on the apron out on the floor, and the cameras get a shot of each of their angered faces, Blank's being the one they save for last, as the sadistic smile buried under a crimson mask is our parting shot as we fade to commercial. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
