HeldDOWN~! segment.

[Zack Malibu 0]

COLE

What a night this past Sunday at World Without End. So much drama unfolding, I'm yet to get over it!

 

COACH

Can't get over it? We saw a tag title change, we saw Alf strike gold, complete chaos with The Wildcards and their respective matches...

 

COLE

...and what about the main event?

 

COACH

Words fail me Michael, words fai…

 

Even if words hadn’t failed the Coach he probably would have been cut off at that moment anyway, by the appearance of a huge black Hummer coming into the arena from a side entrance.

 

COACH

Alright, my Christmas bonus came early! Booyah!

 

COLE

A black Hummer? This isn't WCW!

 

The big black monster machine’s engine roars as the Hummer turns down the entrance aisle and then drives towards the ring, leaving the fans eager to await its purpose in the arena.

 

COLE

This is definitely not on the format...who's driving this thing?

 

COACH

How the hell should I know? It’s tinted like a mofo, Cole!

 

The Hummer stops mere inches from the ring, idling for a moment before the engine is turned off. Then it just sits there as the crowd speculates about who’s in the vehicle.

 

COLE

Are they just going to sit there?

 

COACH

Go find out. Knock on the window. Investigate~!

 

After shutting down, the doors swing open after another moment or two of quiet, with a set of freshly polished cowboy boots visible as they step down from the inside of the vehicle. Ducking his head and holding onto his trademark hat, the driver comes out of the Hummer, revealing himself to be the "King of Pain" himself, BRUCE BLANK!

 

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

COLE

Bruce Blank? It’s the leader of the Wildcards!!

 

COACH

What's HE doing with a Hummer? Shouldn't he be driving an '86 Chevy pickup, maybe a nice pale blue color...

 

COLE

COACH! C'mon, enough! What do they want!?

 

Bruce steps out, and reaches back in, pulling his trademark barbed wire baseball bat off of the seat before slamming his door shut. As his door shuts, the other ones open up, revealing that fellow Wildcards Todd Cortez and Bloodshed are in tow. Cortez slams the back door, but at the last second it's prevented from shutting...because LANDON MADDIX is stepping out of the hummer as well!

 

COLE

What the...Maddix! So much for not having anything to do with Wildcard affairs!

 

Bruce, with a face like a slapped ass, walks up the steps and into the ring. Clad in loose, open flannel shirt, the tape on his ribs and sternum tells the tale of a war this past Sunday, namely the aftermath of the Usual Suspects/Dead Precidents matchup when Zack Malibu took Bruce's own weapon and smashed him in the chest with it. Bloodshed, equally battered, looks more sinister than ever as he looms in the background. Maddix, minus Megan Skye this evening, steps up on the ropes, posing for the crowd and showing more showmanship than the other three...which leads to Cortez yanking him off the ropes and staring him down for it, leaving Maddix to ask what he did wrong.

 

COLE

I see that Maddix and Cortez haven't exactly patched things up tonight!

 

COACH

He left his boy to get beat down, Mikey! Don't ask me how he's still standin' right now!

 

COLE

The GPX broke out their own "street style" the other night at World Without End, abruptly ending their match with a wild brawl looking to eliminate at least one member of The Wildcards, the very team that was brought in to take care of the GPX six months back!

 

In possession of the microphone, Blank appears to be the spokesperson for the despised group of individuals in the ring...but the fans decide to drown him out before he can begin!

 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHOLE!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHOLE!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHOLE!!

 

COACH

You know I’ve never really liked the Canadians…until now.

 

COLE

Well they certainly don’t like Blank, Bloodshed, Cortez or Maddix!

 

Bruce, angered by the response, shoots a downright evil stare at the fans (and the hard camera). Maddix does more posturing, trying to get the crowd to "shoosh", but his flamboyance only draws more jeers from the crowd! Once their appears to be a break in the booing, Bruce starts to speak.

 

BLANK

This past Sunday night...

 

YOU LOST!! YOU LOST!! YOU LOST!! YOU LOST!! YOU LOST!!

 

Instantly, Bruce scowls

 

COACH

Call me crazy, but it doesn't look like he's happy with this reminder!

 

COLE

Yeah that’s such a shame really.

 

BLANK

This past Sunday night, ya'll witnessed history. I readily admit, you witnessed something special...you all witnessed the luckiest night in Zack Malibu's life!

 

COLE

Luckiest night?

 

BLANK

Ya'll witnessed a massacre, something that we Wildcards pride ourselves on. We lived up to our words, and we took it to your heroes! Truth is, we beat on them like drums, until ONE LUCKY MOMENT, one moment of sunshine gave Zack Malibu and Leon Rodez a momentary taste of glory. ONE MINOR INCIDENT, a god damn misstep, and now Zack Malibu and Leon Rodez are prancing around like they've won a war!

 

Bruce pauses, and strips himself of his shirt, leaving nothing but bare skin and bandages to be shown to the worldwide viewing audience.

 

BLANK

LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT BLOODSHED! LOOK AT THE BLOOD STAINS ON THE RINGMAT THAT WE LEFT, ALL FOUR OF US! Jesus CHRIS, Zack, do you think that because you got LUCKY...ONE HUNDRED PERCENT HORSESHOE UP YOUR ASS LUCKY...that this is OVER? That I'm gonna leave you alone? See, I was done with you, boy. I was ready to move on, and move past our misunderstandings...I was ready to LET YOU LIVE, but YOU AND YOUR EGO HAD TO DRAW IT OUT! Then, on top of that, your ol' pal there had to stick his nose in, and all he did was add his name to the list! Leon Rodez, this was never your fight. You served no purpose, but now you're gonna be a nice addition to my trophy collection, BECAUSE I WILL BLEED YOU DRY AND HANG YOUR HEAD ON MY WALL! ONE MATCH, ONE VICTORY, ONE WIN DOES NOT WIN THE WHOLE WAR, ZACK! Not to mention...hehehe...c'mon now, that little incident after the match? What was that, Zack? The months and months of pain and anguish, boiling up inside, leaving me looking like A GOD DAMN MUMMY...AND THAT WAS THE BEST YOU GOT!? BECAUSE I'M STILL STANDIN', BOY! I'M RIGHT HERE, motivated MORE THAN EVER TO MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVIN' HELL! You think I can't go further than I have? You're tryin' my patience nowadays, Malibu. You're trying to play hero, you've got your buddies rallying behind you...you've even got the damn GPX, the same guys that you hated so much at one point that you called on ME to finish the job, comin' at us again!? Do you think that because we pride ourselves on pain, that because we enjoy it, that we'd accept it and walk away quietly!? WE AREN'T WALKIN' AWAY AT ALL! This isn't winding down...THIS WAR HAS JUST BEGUN! Forget the cage, Zack. Forget us approaching your family. Forget the company rallying behind you...FORGET HOLDING A GUN IN MY FACE. You see this bat in my hand, Zack? The shot you fired with THIS weapon Sunday night, caving my chest in, was your most fatal shot to date, because I know you, Zack, and it wasn't emotion behind that blow...it was EGO! You're getting ahead of yourself, you're getting too cute for your own good when it comes to our differences...and it shall lead to your ultimate DOWNFALL, and me and my boys ain't stoppin' until your blood stains our hands for the last time and we watch you ROT in the ring that you made your home!

 

Bruce is fuming, wild eyed, as the cameras close in on him. Distracted by his own thought process, he hesitates for a moment, leaving Maddix the opening to come and swipe the mic from him.

 

MADDIX

What's up WINNIPEG!?

 

YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!!

 

After such a venomous, hate filled diatribe by Blank, it's only fitting that someone so self-absorbed as Maddix looks for cheap heat, although the fans are far too smart, and don't buy his sincerity (or lack thereof) for a second.

 

MADDIX

So that’s how it’s going to be? You're gonna make me guilty by association!? Come ON!

 

COLE

Oh brother!

 

MADDIX

You know, I see where Bruce is coming from. I see where all three of these men are coming from, actually. Perhaps, and this is just a thought off the top of my head...but maybe if these men were, oh I dunno, RESPECTED as they should be, it would have never come down to this...but you people, and the OAOAST, never gave them a chance! I mean, that's stereotyping, that's profiling, that's racism...

 

COACH

RACISM!?

 

MADDIX

...U-N-I-T-Y, right Todd!?

 

Cortez glares at his "ally", leaving Maddix to swallow his words and get to the point.

 

MADDIX

Like I was saying, I didn't come to the OAOAST with the intent of backing these men, but now we have something in common. A marriage of convenience, if you would. Scotty Static and Johnny Jax, you didn't want my help, and for that, you ingrates, you put yourself on my shit list. Now, after what you did to THIS man the other night at the pay per view...

 

COLE

Where was he when they WERE punking Cortez out!?

 

MADDIX

...I now stand united with them, a driving force to aid in their quest to right the wrongs perpetrated by the people in this company! Do you see where we stand? The area within these ropes? This is a WAR ZONE now, and NO ONE is safe! Heed the words of Bruce Blank, because we stand united with a common cause...to produce HELL ON EARTH for those who have crossed us, and I defy ANYONE to stand up to our combined strength! THIS IS A HOSTILE TAKEOVER!

 

With those words proclaimed, Cortez ducks out of the ring, grabbing the timekeeper and hurling him out of his seat! Cortez then takes the ring bell, as well as the man's chair, and brings them into the ring, handing them to Bruce Blank. Blank takes a seat, propping his bat next to him, and puts the bell on his lap, and starts ringing it.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

BLANK

YOU HEAR THAT!?

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

BLANK

YOU HEAR THAT, MALIBU!? YOU HEAR THAT RODEZ!?

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

BLANK

THE BELL TOLLS FOR YOU! THE BELL TOLLS FOR THE OAOAST!

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

BLANK

WE ARE GOING TO SHOW YOU HELL LIKE YOU-

 

All of a sudden, "Save Yourself" by Stabbing Westward hits, and charging the ring despite their injuries, are Zack Malibu and Leon Rodez! Blank immediately stands up, knocking his chair over, and now The Wildcards Plus One prepare to attack, pouncing on the overzealous Malibu and Rodez before they can gain a measure of revenge!

 

COLE

God damn it, they drew them out, and now it's a numbers game!

 

COACH

Yeah it...NO IT ISN'T~!

 

Seconds later, the crowd pops loudly as Jax and Static rush the ring! The appearance of the GPX pry Bloodshed and Cortez away from the four one two, leaving Maddix to work over Rodez and Blank and Malibu to trade wild shots! As the advantage teeters back and forth, soon enough it works in the favor of the faces, as Cortez gets blasted with a Yakuza Kick from Jax, giving Johnny ample time to pick up the chair and swing it down onto the crown of Todd's head! Rodez disposes of Maddix over the ropes with a lariat, and with Bloodshed trying to gouge Static's eyes, Jax comes to his partner's aid, clubbing Bloodshed across the back with a chair, then again across the head! Eventually, it all boils down to Blank and Zack, and when Bruce gets the momentum swinging in his favor, he scoops his bat off the ground...but as he swings back, Rodez jumps up and grabs his arm! Unable to swing, Blank pulls on his arm, trying to get freed from the grasp of Zack's tag team partner...while Zack prepares for a SCHOOL'S OUT...that never transpires, as he's grabbed from behind by security! OAOAST staff and security hit the ring en mass, seperating EVERYONE, leaving no blows left to be traded, just harsh words!

 

COLE

Blank was about to strike Zack with that bat, but Leon sacrificed himself, and saved the day!

 

It takes about four security guys just to pry the bat from Blank's hands, and another ten to hold him back, as he kicks his legs, calling out Zack's name obsessively. Zack tries to break free as well, but gets held at bay. With the security force containing things for now, HeldDOWN~! cuts to a commercial after closing shots of both Blank and Malibu, eyes filled with fury.