Zack Malibu and The Hooligans Promoage.

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"Change."

 

With the uttering of that simple, one syllable word, we are taken to a dressing room area containing four of the OAOAST's most popular stars. Jamie O'Hara sits on the edge of a leather sofa, sipping on a 40 oz. Johnny Jax mugs for the camera, rolling his wrists in his hands. Scotty Static stands by him, staring at the floor before momentarily looking up, and finally the man who spoke the only word thus far, Zack Malibu, steps in front of the camera.

 

MALIBU

That word...change. It's a word that summarizes the last six months of my life, and the lives of these three men behind me. It's a word that works for the better, and often for the worst. It can be taken in a positive or negative form. Change. See, in the last six months, there's been a lot of changes going on. Six months ago, these men behind me were beating me at every turn, busting me open, leaving me laying, leaving me for DEAD. The year leading up to that, they were trying to drive me from this company...MY COMPANY, and tried to make a name for themselves as the new standard bearers of the OAOAST. Then, things changed...and it was the biggest mistake I ever made that led to that change. Because what I did was instead of turning to those who I could rely on, those that I trusted...I thought outside the box. I took a risk on a man named Todd Cortez, a man who had the crowd inside the Tokyo Dome on their feet as he showcased his ability. I took a risk asking Todd Cortez for help, and he said to me "I know exactly what to do." I took a risk listening to him, and bringing in two men that he said he trusted...men that would help me win the war...and instead it led to one of the darkest periods that the OAOAST has ever seen. Because you see, for every person who has their blood spilt, a bone broken, a neck...snapped...for everyone who has to cower in fear, for my girlfriend who still to this day can't sleep at night, it's on MY HEAD. It's MY FAULT, and I admit it. I don't deny it. Bruce Blank and The Wildcards are MY responsibility. I'm not too proud to ask for help, not too proud to admit when I need it, but I didn't feel the need to drag anyone else down with me...and then, things changed. That's when these three, three guys that maybe personally, I didn't think highly of, but athletically respected...that's when they stepped up. These three guys, the same three guys that I tried to take out, that I brought The Wildcards here for, stepped up and said "we've got your back". Then Leon Rodez, the first man out of anyone in this locker room to stand up and welcome me back, after everyone put the blame on my head for The Wildcards, and rightfully so...he stepped up to...and then things changed. They say that every man comes back from war a changed man, and War Games was no exception. Because I came out a changed man. What you saw before...that's nothing. Child's play. What I saw in that cage was something I knew deep down, but now know on an even deeper level. That you, Blank, Cortez, Bloodshed, and Maddix...that you're going to stop at NOTHING to get what you want. You go after my friends, my family...all because you want ME. COME AND GET ME! You think that we're desperate? You don't think what you did inside that cage, Todd Cortez, to my best friend, wasn't a desperate action? You four are desperate to keep the aura of fear around you, now that we made you seem mortal. We made one of your own say I QUIT. Leon Rodez pinned Bloodshed's shoulders to the mat 1-2-3. These three men behind me, won their World Six Man Tag Team Championship at your expense. You are not unstoppable monsters, just heartless killers...and now, we show no remorse. Last week, that was a change. A change in character for Zack Malibu...or was it? Was it really a change? Because you seem to forget, two years ago, I cracked a girl across the head with a beltshot, and aligned with a sworn enemy. Two years ago, I was digging the buckle of a belt into Crystal's head and watching her BLEED, and LOVING IT. I may have come a long way since then, earning the respect of my peers and my fans, but if you think I CHANGED from then, you are oh so wrong. Because now, you've brought it out of me. You went after my girl, my BABY, and my friends. You're trying to tear apart the company I worked so hard to build from the inside out. And now you say that you're full attention is on me, Bruce? That the SWF can wait, that you don't need them anymore...not until you've run me out of the wrestling business? I'm flattered with the attention, really I am...and we'll pick up on that...but I want to sidetrack myself from you for a moment. I want to focus on another one of you for a change. I want Todd Cortez. The man who was hyped as one of the most moral, loyal, and respectable wrestlers in a shady business. The man who said that he could HELP me. The man who is equally responsible for bringing you here, and the man who is COMPLETELY RESPONSIBLE FOR SNAPPING MY BEST FRIEND'S NECK. I WANT YOU, TODD CORTEZ. I WANT TO HEAR YOUR BONES SNAP. I WANT TO WATCH YOUR BLOOD STAIN THE MAT FOR A CHANGE. I WANT YOU TO SUFFER, TO PAY, TO HURT, TO ACHE, TO TAKE FULL RESPONSIBILITY...TO BE PUNISHED FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE. You think last week I let you off easy? I could have taken you out like *that*. WE COULD HAVE TAKEN YOU OUT, BUT WE SPARED YOU...THE ONLY TIME WE'RE SHOWING MERCY FROM THIS POINT FORWARD. You were our message, our letter to your friends, that it wasn't over. Those bruises you've got, those cuts that bled...if you felt pain at any point, then you have no idea what you are in for my friend. Around the world, they'll be calling it a dream match, but between you and I, it's been a long time coming. Vengeance. Payback. War. Todd Cortez, I challenge you, I WELCOME you to lock up with me inside an OAOAST ring. I want you to come at me full throttle...I want you to give me the BEST YOU'VE GOT...I WANT YOU TO FIGHT ME LIKE IT'S YOUR LAST...because, Todd...because if I have anything to say about it...if we have anything to say about it...it will be. Things have changed once again, Wildcards. You have brought out a side of me...a dark side of me, a side that is uncontrollable. Unpredictable. YOU HAVE UNLEASHED A GOD DAMN LOOSE CANNON ON YOURSELVES! For my friends, for my fans, for my FAMILY...I DON'T CARE WHAT I HAVE TO DO TO YOU! ANYTHING IT TAKES! WHATEVER IT TAKES! YOU WANT MY BLOOD! COME TAKE MY BLOOD! I'LL STILL GET BACK UP! YOU WANT TO BREAK MY BONES! BREAK MY LEGS AND I'LL CRAWL AFTER YOU! BREAK MY ARMS AND I'LL BITE TILL YOU BLEED! I AM NOT GOING TO STOP! YOU WILL NOT MAKE ME STOP, NOT UNTIL YOU SUFFER! NOT UNTIL YOU PAY! I brought you into my life, and so help me I'll force you out of it or I will DIE TRYING!

 

Malibu, fuming, stares into the camera, breathing heavily, as Scotty Static and Johnny Jax pull him away.

 

STATIC

You see what you did? Now you got him worked up.

 

With those words uttered, The Hooligans all smirk, as Malibu looks to be all business, before we fade out.