Post-War Games DRAWMUH~! for HD.

[Zack Malibu 0]

FLASHBACK: This past Saturday, at Syndicated:

 

VENTURA

What's HE doing? Get some control in their, Patrick!

 

SCHIAVONE

Oh no...

 

VENTURA

Holy...

 

Cortez, in a flash, lets go of Leon alright...but not before leaping over his back and bringing him back down to earth right on the top of his head, compressing his neck and spine as he drops him on the hard surface of the two ring aprons pushed together with the RIOT ACT PLUS~!

 

SCHIAVONE

No! NO! THIS MATCH WAS OVER! THE MATCH IS OVER!

 

VENTURA

HE JUST BROKE HIS NECK, TONY!

 

We cut back to a live shot, rejoining Michael Cole and Coach at Sofa Central.

 

COLE

Fans, welcome back. As you just saw, this past Saturday at Syndicated...we knew what it was going into it. We knew exactly what War Games was going to turn out to be considering the emotions of everyone involved. However, no matter what blood was spilled, no matter what team won or lost, once again The Wildcards have gone too far in their efforts to break down Zack Malibu's mental stability. Leon Rodez, a man who was the first to step up and stand by Zack when many of us in this company gave up on him, is now laying in a hospital bed. His neck snapped like a twig, mercilessly, by Todd Cortez. We do understand that Leon Rodez has some motion in his extremites, so severe paralysis doesn't seem to be an issue, thankfully. However, Leon Rodez's career in the OAOAST could be over, as he has seemingly become another casulty of The Wildcards.

 

"Oh No" by Mos Def and Nate Dogg cuts Cole and Coach off before their get-well speech can go any further, and out comes Todd Cortez, sans his running buddies Bruce Blank and Bloodshed, or even his occasional ally Landon Maddix.

 

COLE

I know that Landon Maddix for sure is licking his wounds, and that the SWF ordered he, Bruce Blank and Bloodshed to stay at home and recuperate for upcoming shows they've got, feeling as though War Games put them through enough hell this week...but now here comes the one man without a current SWF affiliation!

 

COACH

Normally they travel in a pack, and this is the last guy in The Wildcards who should be walking around alone in an OAOAST arena right now!

 

Cortez, clad in baggy jeans and his trademark bulletproof vest thrown over a black wifebeater, rounds the corner and steals the microphone from the timekeeper's table rather easily. Hopping up onto the apron, Cortez surveys the reaction he's getting, perhaps thinking to himself how fortunate he is to be wearing that bulletproof vest.

 

COLE

This is different. Usually Blank is the one who handles the verbal duties for The Wildcards.

 

As soon as Cortez's theme is cut, he tries to start speaking immediately, but the fans are too quick and cut him off, hurling a traditional wrestling insult his way.

 

"ASS-HOLE!"

 

"ASS-HOLE!"

 

"ASS-HOLE!"

 

CORTEZ

You people can think what you want of me, I really don't give a damn, and if you think I do, then you thought wrong! I'm also not out here to make amends or offer an apology...all I'm doin' out here is layin' the cold, hard facts out for all of ya'll. See, all week long, I get dirtier looks than usual from fans. All week long, my phone is ringing, people in the wrestling industry just where I got off doing what I did to Leon Rodez. My own family, a family that whether you people believe it or not means the world to me, can't look me in the eye...and I could CARE LESS.

 

NOW the crowd is REALLY not happy.

 

CORTEZ

Because with every action, there is a reaction. There is always a consequence. Leon Rodez acted, took it upon himself, to interject himself into the issue between Zack Malibu and The Wildcards. He painted his own face on the target at that point. It's his own damn fault for not sitting back and just letting Malibu struggle to stay alive. Instead, Leon Rodez is laying in a hospital bed somewhere, maybe he's hearing this, maybe he's not...but the fact is Leon Rodez is a victim of his own doing! It was WAR GAMES, people! The most brutal, barbaric match ever imagined...and yet you're not OK with someone walking out of it wounded? Sure, if it was me, or Bruce, or Bloodshed, or Landon, you'd be tossing streamers in this ring, celebrating with your heroes...but instead, once again, we're public enemy number one, shunned for surviving in a do or die business! I'm from the street...and I don't say it just to market myself like those two poser GPX boys...I know what it's like to have to scrap for what's mine. I know what it's like to have to earn respect, earn a name, stake your claim and keep it. I did what I had to do, what was NECESSARY, this past Saturday. I mean, c'mon now Zack...did you think there wasn't some type of plan in place for you all? Did you think that Bruce was just gonna up and let us walk into that cage blinded by rage? You don't give us enough credit. We mastermind every move we make, and just wait for your emotions to take over and slip you up. So now, you won War Games...or did you? Does having your hand raised at the end of the night mean you won, Zack? Because if you, the GPX, and poor Leon Rodez are winners...then I guess I'm happy being a loser.

 

Cortez throws down the mic, a "thump" sound echoing throughout the arena as it hits canvas. As Cortez exits the ring, suddenly the crowd comes alive as ZACK MALIBU is storming down the aisle! Not surprised, but still disgusted, Cortez flings his shades off and rolls into the ring, removing his vest and waving Zack on for a fight!

 

COLE

It's like a weekly thing for us, but IT'S BREAKING DOWN ON HELDDOWN~!

 

Zack slides into the ring and is immediately met with stomps to the back of the head by Cortez, who works Zack over and does his best to keep him down.

 

COACH

This is what Todd was saying about Zack's heart getting away from his head! He's walked into the lion's den!

 

Todd pounds on Zack, both still worse for wear from last Saturday's brutal bout. Then all of a sudden, the crowd comes alive again, as more faces hit the ring!

 

COLE

It's the GPX and Jamie O'Hara!

 

COACH

It's The Hooligans, dawg!

 

Dressed in street clothes and rushing in from the crowd, O'Hara, Static and Jax hit the ring and pounce on Cortez, beating him down three on one style!

 

COLE

This looks like a streetfight! It's a gang beatdown!

 

Jax unstraps the belt from his jeans and takes it, wrapping it around Cortez's throat and pulling back on it, using it as a makeshift choke chain! Cortez tries to pry it loose, but as he fights, Static and O'Hara plant kick after kick in his ribcage, bruising them with every hard blow.

 

COLE

They're taking Todd Cortez out! They're avenging Leon Rodez!

 

Cortez keeps fighting, true to his street tough style, but The Hooligans and Malibu combined are too much to handle. Zack gets up and stands over Todd as he's forced to his knees, and CRACKS him with an open palm slap across the face, then tells Jax to release the choke.

 

COLE

It's not standard action for heroes...babyfaces, if you will, to take part in this, but you've got to wonder how much pressure Zack Malibu and the GPX have put on themselves this past week, feeling as though it's their fault Leon Rodez is stuck in a hospital bed.

 

Cortez, down on all fours and coughing, is knocked over by a hard soccer kick from Zack Malibu, who then takes the microphone that Cortez had thrown down.

 

MALIBU

You think War Games ended it, Todd? We're back at square one, esai. We are FAR FROM OVER. You come at me, my family, my friends...you hurt the people I care about, that I respect? Do you think there's any FEAR LEFT IN MY BODY? Get it straight...I'M NOT AFRAID OF BRUCE BLANK. I AM NOT AFRAID OF BLOODSHED. I'm sure as hell not afraid of Landon Maddix, and I'm not afraid of YOU. You are all my cross to bear, and I will not sit by and watch as you make everyone around me suffer. So consider this what you will...a message...a warning. Now, the heat has been turned up. I don't care if it's in an OAOAST arena. I don't care if I have to stalk your buddies around the world and show up on an SWF broadcast. You and The Wildcards, Saturday night, signed your DEATH WARRANT.

 

Angered, Malibu slams the mic down hard into Cortez's chest, and then bails out of the ring. The Hooligans stand back and hang over Cortez, lightly kicking and mocking him, as Malibu backs up the aisleway. The OAOAST's version of vigilante tactics just took another step...one that could lead to more chaos than ever before.