HD: Zack Malibu brings the promo goodness.

[Zack Malibu 0]

JOSH

Josh Matthews here, backstage on HeldDOWN~!, and I'm standing with the man who is heading to Anglemania to challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship, Zack Malibu.

 

*distant crowd pop, from those watching on the Angletron*

 

JOSH

So Zack, what're you drinking there?

 

(The camera pans over to Malibu, cheesily smirking into the camera as he holds a bottle of Arizona Energy Drink up, the label completely visible to the camera, and thus, the viewing audience.)

 

ZACK

It's Arizona Energy Drink, Josh! The only drink that can give me the energy to be a champion again!

 

(Malibu then takes the drink and chugs a good portion of it, finishing off with a "aaaaah" to verbally prove his thirst has been quenched.)

 

JOSH

So, uh...how'd you score that deal?

 

ZACK

Eh, Calvin stuck it on me. He's been doing all the shilling on the SWF shows, so I kinda got roped into this one.

 

JOSH

So, does it work?

 

ZACK

This? Oh yeah, absolutely. I drink it every day!

 

Malibu turns and winks to the camera, and gives a knowing nod, but then his face gets very, VERY serious.

 

JOSH

Well Zack, I can tell by your change in demeanor that you know why I'm here. This past week on the OAOAST Syndicated special, we saw a years-long feud come to a head, as you defeated Sly Sommers in a No Holds Barred match, and rekindled the friendship that you once had. Now, you've got a straight path to Anglemania, and a shot at a belt that most feel belongs around your waist more than anyone else, the World Heavyweight Championship.

 

ZACK

Drek Stone, Mr. World Heavyweight Champion, I'm gonna ask you a question. In your busy schedule, I hope you took the time to see what went down on Syndicated. I hope you took the time to see what happened with Zack Malibu and Sly Sommers. I hope you have the image of that match burned into your head, because THAT, Drek Stone, is what true respect is all about...something that YOU need to learn, badly. Two men, with a personal hatred deeper than even yours and mine, Drek, went into that ring on Syndicated and through all caution to the wind, TORE EACH OTHER APART, and after all was said and done, buried the hatchet, putting to bed once and for all the tension that ruined a friendship. Sly Sommers stood in that ring at the end of that match as my peer, as my equal, as my FRIEND, because amidst all the backstabbing and politicking, amidst all the tension and brawling, there was RESPECT lying under it all. You Drek, you don't have that benefit. The World Heavyweight Champion, ducking all challengers, no-showing events, SELLING OUT THE COMPANY THAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO REPRESENT. Two years ago, you tried to start a revolution, start a war that promised a new beginning...you promised that things would change, Drek, and if this is what you had in mind all along, then the world should be glad you failed! People like Scotty Static and Johnny Jax and Jamie O'Hara, people whose respect I have earned, should be thankful they broke away from you, because people like YOU are killing the business we love! Face it Drek, you're a victim of your own hype. You don't hold a candle to any of the OAOAST champions from the past. You're not the equal of men like Caboose, like CWM, like Anglesault and Alfdogg...men who have BLED for that belt, who left their families and friends behind, who fought wars that would break a man like you, all for the HONOR, not the luxury, but the HONOR to hold the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship! Our hearts and souls are in that belt, and to you it's a showpiece, but to me and my equals, that sixteen pounds of gold that you cling to is OUR LIFE! Our lives went into that belt, and you, you use it as a prop to feed your own insatiable ego. You dodge responsibility, you have no honor, NO RESPECT for any of us, and it's only fitting that I, the man whom you've desperately tried to eliminate, to force out of this company, be the one to put to rest, once and for all, your tainted championship reign. Anglemania is just around the corner, Drek, and what that means for you, is simply that the end is near.

 

Malibu backs away from the camera, and then heads off-camera, leaving Josh Matthews to marvel at the intensity in his words. Josh then picks up the Arizona Energy Drink and takes a quick swig, giving another knowing nod to the camera before we cut to commercial.