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[Zack Malibu 0]

"Where is he? WHERE IS HE?"

 

Backstage, Bruce Blank walks IN ANGER~!, searching for an answer...although no one's quite sure exactly who he means. Without getting an answer, Blank bursts through the door marked "Anglesault", likely the makeshift office within the arena for the OAOAST's proud owner. Blank comes in, and before Anglesault can get off the phone, Blank brings his trusty barbed wire bat down onto Anglesault's desk, causing the former World Champion to instinctively roll back in his chair.

 

"Let me call you back."

 

Anglesault gets off the phone, fuming, and stands up from his seat.

 

"I know you're not one for manners, Blank, but what the hell do you think you're doing?"

 

"What do I think I'M doing? Looky here boy, I know you and Zack are tight. I know that you and this little operation you got here want nothing more than to protect your investment. I know you HATE what I have done to Zack Malibu, and what I've forced him to do. I've backed you and your company against the wall, because you and I both no that Malibu's life, and the lifespan of this company, are in MY hands now."

 

"Cut the theatrics, Bla-"

 

"I wanna know why the hell YOU signed off on this deal he's made! I wanna know why Zack Malibu, the OAOAST poster boy, the guy who stated with the world as his witness that he was going to walk away from the wrestling business if he can't beat me come Anglepalooza, is wrestling for the SWF."

 

Anglesault snarls. He's likely not happy about it either.

 

"Look Blank, you need to-"

 

"You need to listen to what I have to say."

 

Both stop, and Blank turns around, smirking as in the doorway stands ZACK MALIBU.

 

"I figured that you'd have questions, so I've got some answers. Yeah, you saw me on the SWF last night, that wasn't your eyes playing tricks on you. And yeah, I did vow to walk away from this business if you can beat me at Anglepalooza. My deal with the SWF isn't a backup plan of any sort. I signed off on going there as Calvin Szechstein's partner one, to help out a friend, and two, to make amends for the ill-fated arrangement that brought you here. I'm a man of my word on all counts, Blank, so I'm making good with the SWF while I can. I know Anglesault, and other friends of mine, are critical. I know some people think that I've turned my back on the company. I know that some think that I don't think I can take you in that Survive Or Surrender match. All I'm doing is picking up the pieces of a world you shattered. Anglesault, I told you before I signed my name to that contract, when I sat in your office, that nothing...NOTHING would distract me from this company..."

 

"...you're not long for this company anyways, boy."

 

"I'm glad you're confident, Blank, because you're gonna need that boost. The only way you're walking out of that cage at Anglepalooza is over my dead body, so you either show up with a body bag to slip me into once we're done, or you don't bother showing up at all."

 

Blank leans in, fuming, steam shooting from his nostrils. Malibu doesn't give, and stares right back, never even blinking.

 

"All right...ALL RIGHT, both of you, get the hell out of here now."

 

"You ain't gotta ask twice, boss." quips Blank, as he turns and tips his hat in the direction of the Company Owner. He turns and glares at Malibu one last time before exiting, and turning down the hall.

 

"Zack," asks Anglesault. "I hope you know what you're doing. The Survive Or Surrender match, cutting a deal with the SWF...even you might not be able to walk away from all this."

 

"I guess we'll find out soon enough." says Zack, as he does walk away, heading out of Anglesault's office, and closing the door behind him.

[Zack Malibu 0]

After his encounter earlier with his arch-rival, Zack Malibu appears to be a bit on edge...more than ever. As he walks down the hallway of the arena, passing other roster members, he suddenly hears a familiar voice shouting to him.

 

"Yo, Zack. Malibu!"

 

Zack turns, and within seconds, he's approached by the three Hooligans; Scotty Static, Johnny Jax, and Jamie O'Hara, with his ever present forty ounce of beer stuck in his hand.

 

"What's up guys?"

 

"Look man," begins Static, the longtime spokesman for the trio. "I ain't gonna pretend to know what it's like to be goin' through what you are. We've been through this one with you for a while now, but there ain't no denyin' you've gotten the worst of all this Wildcard business. Fact is, no matter what anyone's tellin' you...about showin' up in the SWF last night, or about puttin' it all on the line to get Blank back in the ring, we got your back."

 

"It's appreciated. Just think, if it wasn't for you three, we might not be having this conversation right now."

 

All four share a quick chuckle, with Jamie O'Hara toasting to it before chugging a good quarter of the bottle in one fell swoop.

 

"The past is the past, Malibu." chimes in Johnny Jax. "In this business, if we didn't cross paths at least once, it would've been a friggin' miracle. We might've drawn you out with the whole Upstarts thing, but we always respected you. That's why you were a target at first...everyone respects you, and to get over on Zack Malibu woulda meant a hell of a lot for us. You earned our respect though, Zack. You put up a hell of a fight, and like Scotty said, whatever you gotta do to settle this once and for all with Blank and The Wildcards, us Hooligans ain't too far behind, ya dig?"

 

Malibu, touched by the sentiment by the three who don't often show it, gives daps to his three allies before turning and heading on his way. The camera closes in on the three streetwise stars, who despite their respect for Malibu, have a bit of doubt apparent in their facial features.