Post by zybala on Aug 10, 2019 11:30:53 GMT -5
We open up today's adventure in front of the Outsiders arena. Yes, we're calling it an arena. Yes, we realize that it's a backyard of a house. Shut up. We can see OCW Legend, Dean and OCW owner Mike Zybala, who happens to have a large glass in his hand. The house isn't Emilio's, but the old abandoned house the Outsiders used as an arena and base of operations. It looks ...different. No longer does it look derelict. In fact, it looks brand new! The windows are fixed, the roof, paneling and porch has been restored. There is a new paint job. I'd be proud to live there. The Mariachi Band that were once hired as day laborers are mowing the front lawn and trimming the hedges, making the yard look pristine. Zybala smiles as he claps Dean on the shoulder.
Zybala: We're back, Dean-o.
Dean: It feels good, sucka. I missed this shit.
Zybala: So have I. I may own OCW now, but Outsiders is my baby.
Dean: OUR baby! This was my idea to begin with.
Zybala: You're right. My bad, homie.
Zybala lifts his glass and takes a deep drink from the contents. Dean looks disapprovingly at his co-owner.
Dean: It's only eleven in the morning. Isn't it too early to be drinking, sucka?
Zybala: Meh, I booze-o-clock somewhere. Besides, I'm not driving. So I'll drink as many margaritas as I want.
Dean shakes his head and starts to walk in the house. Zybala turns to face us and gives a sly wink as he points to his margarita; as if making a reference to something. He then follows Dean inside the house. Like the exterior, the inside of this once rundown shithole has had a miraculous makeover. Gone are the holes in the walls, the squeaky floorboards, and most importantly, the rats. Dean looks around at the fully furnished living room.
Dean: Damn dude. This place looks nice. Must have cost a pretty penny.
Zybala: I wanted everything to go right for Outsiders this time. I poured my own money into this so the OCW financial department wouldn't blow a gasket. I fixed up the house, and I bought both of the houses on either side of this one. One can be the men's "locker room" and the other can be for the ladies.
Dean: That's the one where I want my office!
Zybala: Nope. Your office is upstairs. Even though I bought everything; we are still under the OCW banner. Which means we have an H.R. department.
Dean: Just gonna ruin all my fun, sucka.
Zybala: I don't want to have to shut this place down all because you can't control your dick. Especially not after I had all the fences between the three houses torn down to make one giant "arena."
Dean: Yeah, I guess you're right. I saw the yard from my bedroom window the other day. It looks nice. I can't believe you had bleachers put in! (Dean still lives next door to the "arena" at his mom's house for those who don't remember) How you managed to do all of this, run the other OCW, and train for that Margarita tourney is beyond me?
Zybala: Train??? I guess I should do some off that. It's been about a month or so since I've had a match. I mean, I go to the gym and shit to stay in shape and keep up my cardio, but as for actual ring time…..
Zybala waves his free hand in a so-so gesture. Dean frowns at this lackadaisical attitude.
Dean: You gotta train, sucka! You're gonna be facing the Savage Champ! Plus, that Gordon chick ain't no slouch either.
Zybala: I thought you hated watching that version of OCW.
Dean: Shyyyt. I watch it now since you took over. And seeing Welsh run from those North Koreans was funny as hell!
Zybala: Yeah it was!
The two high-five when someone bursts into the room from a back room. Dean and Zybala look at the young man. It is Outsiders referee, Mitch. He looks panicked; like he usually looks like when he's out of weed.
Zybala: What's up, Mitch?
Mitch: Dude, there's a fucking wolverine in the ring!!
Dean: Hugh Jackman is in the backyard?!? How did you manage that?
Mitch: Not Wolverine! An actual wolverine!
Zybala: How? They aren't indigenous to Florida.
Mitch: How the fuck should I know?! All I know is that there's one outside and it's chewing on the goddamned ring ropes!!
Zybala and Dean exchange a look before heading towards the back of the house down the hallway Mitch came from. Mitch follows has they walk past a few door and into large dining area. They then go to an adjacent kitchen and look out a window that views the backyard. Sure enough, a large wolverine is in the ring, gnawing on one of the bottom ropes.
Zybala: Well, I'll be damned.
Dean: Sonofabitch. It is a wolverine!
Mitch: That's what I told you guys!
Zybala: How is it here though?! This makes no sense! Their natural habitat is northern Canada and parts of Europe.
Dean: Maybe it escaped from a zoo?
Mitch: Can I call it Logan? After the X-Men's Wolverine? Screw it. I'm calling it Logan.
Zybala turns once again in our direction to give another conspiratol wink. He turns back around and the three watch the beast chew the ropes. The wolverine makes its way to one of the turnbuckles and starts chewing on that! It casually squats its hind legs and takes a dump in the ring! This angers Zybala. He sets down his Margarita on a nearby counter, then starts to walk to the door to the backyard. He grabs the knob when suddenly Dean and Mitch grab him and pull him back.
Dean: Are you out of your fucking mind?!
Zybala: It's shitting in my ring!
Mitch: That's a fucking wolverine!!
Zybala: It's only two feet tall.
Dean: It's still a wolverine!!
Zybala: Psssh. I've seen bigger dogs.
Dean & Mitch: IT'S A FUCKING WOLVERINE!!
Zybala struggles with the two men as the wolverine turns it's head towards the noise. It bares its teeth in a threatening manner as it sees the men looking through the window. Zybala gets angrier.
Zybala: Now it challenges me!?!? I'm gonna kick its ass!
Dean: Calm down, you idjit!
Mitch: Seriously, Z! Logan looks Savage as fuck out there!
Zybala: I don't give a fuck how savage it looks or is! I'm gonna go out there, in MY ring, and show that bastard what Savage truly looks like!
Dean: I'm not gonna let you get yourself get killed. Especially when Outsiders is so close to opening!
Zybala: I've faced worse. Don't worry. When I took over OCW and started planning Outsider's return, I made one promise to myself. "Failure is not an option." No matter what I do, whether in a business sense of inside the ring, I will NOT fail. There are way too many people to prove wrong. I'm not gonna let some wife beating drunk stop me, nor some lady with a too long nickname, and I'm sure as shit not letting some overgrown beaver shit in my ring!
Dean: If you get rabies, you'll miss the Margarita Mix, and let Bishop's kid fly solo.
Zybala: I'm not going to get rabies. I just won't let the thing bite me.
Mitch: What are you gonna do? You can't exactly superkick a wolverine.
Zybala: I know how to fight. I'm not just a one move guy.
Mitch: Then why have you only thrown superkicks in your last couple of matches.
Zybala: I can't control how Will writes me and ignores my bio page. Now, if we're all done breaking the fourth wall, I'm gonna kick this Logan's ass today before I kick the actual Logan's ass on Monday!
With that being said, Zybala breaks free of his Outsider cohorts and opens the door to the backyard. The wolverine bears its teeth again and assumes an aggressive posture. Zybala isn't deterred as he makes his way to the ring. The wolverine let's lose a low growl as Zybala steps up on the apron. Zybala starts yelling at the wolverine, who backs up slightly while still bearing its teeth. Zybala steps between the ropes and enters the ring. The wolverine holds its ground as Zybala takes a step forward. Man and beast stare at each other, neither showing any signs of backing down. In a flash, Zybala darts forward and leaps on the beast's back. The wolverine thrashes it's head, trying to bite Zybala, but he keeps his arms out of reach. Zybala then grabs the creature's head and shoves it in the shit.
Zybala: NO! That's a bad Logan! You don't shit in my ring! You do that in the grass!
Dean and Mitch walk outside and stare at the odd scene. Is this idiot really treating a wolverine like a dog? Zybala gives one last push of the head into the shit, and gets off the wolverine. As he stands up, he kicks it in the ribs for good measure before he walks out of the ring towards Mitch and Dean. The animal cries a yelp of pain and leaves the ring. It rolls in the grass as it tries to get the poop off of its face. Zybala has a smug look as he gets to his cohorts.
Zybala: And that's how you take care of business. If a wolverine can't take me, what chance do Logan or Erin have?
Dean: You realize there won't be any shit in the ring to rub in there face, right?
Mitch: Plus, that animal isn't a trained wrestler. Logan and Gordon are.
Zybala: So am I. Yes, both of them are impressive and championship material, but so is Jenna. She's Bishop's kid for crying out loud. If she got HALF of his talent, this Mix is going to be a cake walk. And let's not forget that I don't have to worry about any Welsh interference in my matches anymore. Who caused me to lose my last three matches? Welsh running interference! Hell, if you look back at any of my OCW losses, it's because of interference from someone. With Welsh gone and Best in the shelf, I'm golden!
Dean: Not if they keep an eye out for the superkick.
Zybala:(gives an exasperated groan) I know more than the superkick. It was all part of the plan. Use the kick exclusively for a while to lull future opponents into a false sense of security. At this point, if I use a clothesline or bodyslam, the shock of me using a different move may be stun them enough to get a pin fall. Or I'll just do it the old fashioned way and help Jenna beat Logan and the inspirational mommy dearest into submission.
Mitch: You could just pull the boss card and just announce yourself the winner.
Zybala: Nah. That's Welsh level bullshit. WHEN I win the Mixer, it's gonna be based on pure skill alone. I want to win that title shot. Mack and I have some unfinished business that I would like to settle.
Without another word, Zybala turns and heads back into the house. Dean and Mitch follow him. We go to one last look of the wolverine, staring at Zybala walking away. It snarls, but now knows it's place in the pecking order. A lesson that the O.C.W. roster will learn soon enough….
Zybala: We're back, Dean-o.
Dean: It feels good, sucka. I missed this shit.
Zybala: So have I. I may own OCW now, but Outsiders is my baby.
Dean: OUR baby! This was my idea to begin with.
Zybala: You're right. My bad, homie.
Zybala lifts his glass and takes a deep drink from the contents. Dean looks disapprovingly at his co-owner.
Dean: It's only eleven in the morning. Isn't it too early to be drinking, sucka?
Zybala: Meh, I booze-o-clock somewhere. Besides, I'm not driving. So I'll drink as many margaritas as I want.
Dean shakes his head and starts to walk in the house. Zybala turns to face us and gives a sly wink as he points to his margarita; as if making a reference to something. He then follows Dean inside the house. Like the exterior, the inside of this once rundown shithole has had a miraculous makeover. Gone are the holes in the walls, the squeaky floorboards, and most importantly, the rats. Dean looks around at the fully furnished living room.
Dean: Damn dude. This place looks nice. Must have cost a pretty penny.
Zybala: I wanted everything to go right for Outsiders this time. I poured my own money into this so the OCW financial department wouldn't blow a gasket. I fixed up the house, and I bought both of the houses on either side of this one. One can be the men's "locker room" and the other can be for the ladies.
Dean: That's the one where I want my office!
Zybala: Nope. Your office is upstairs. Even though I bought everything; we are still under the OCW banner. Which means we have an H.R. department.
Dean: Just gonna ruin all my fun, sucka.
Zybala: I don't want to have to shut this place down all because you can't control your dick. Especially not after I had all the fences between the three houses torn down to make one giant "arena."
Dean: Yeah, I guess you're right. I saw the yard from my bedroom window the other day. It looks nice. I can't believe you had bleachers put in! (Dean still lives next door to the "arena" at his mom's house for those who don't remember) How you managed to do all of this, run the other OCW, and train for that Margarita tourney is beyond me?
Zybala: Train??? I guess I should do some off that. It's been about a month or so since I've had a match. I mean, I go to the gym and shit to stay in shape and keep up my cardio, but as for actual ring time…..
Zybala waves his free hand in a so-so gesture. Dean frowns at this lackadaisical attitude.
Dean: You gotta train, sucka! You're gonna be facing the Savage Champ! Plus, that Gordon chick ain't no slouch either.
Zybala: I thought you hated watching that version of OCW.
Dean: Shyyyt. I watch it now since you took over. And seeing Welsh run from those North Koreans was funny as hell!
Zybala: Yeah it was!
The two high-five when someone bursts into the room from a back room. Dean and Zybala look at the young man. It is Outsiders referee, Mitch. He looks panicked; like he usually looks like when he's out of weed.
Zybala: What's up, Mitch?
Mitch: Dude, there's a fucking wolverine in the ring!!
Dean: Hugh Jackman is in the backyard?!? How did you manage that?
Mitch: Not Wolverine! An actual wolverine!
Zybala: How? They aren't indigenous to Florida.
Mitch: How the fuck should I know?! All I know is that there's one outside and it's chewing on the goddamned ring ropes!!
Zybala and Dean exchange a look before heading towards the back of the house down the hallway Mitch came from. Mitch follows has they walk past a few door and into large dining area. They then go to an adjacent kitchen and look out a window that views the backyard. Sure enough, a large wolverine is in the ring, gnawing on one of the bottom ropes.
Zybala: Well, I'll be damned.
Dean: Sonofabitch. It is a wolverine!
Mitch: That's what I told you guys!
Zybala: How is it here though?! This makes no sense! Their natural habitat is northern Canada and parts of Europe.
Dean: Maybe it escaped from a zoo?
Mitch: Can I call it Logan? After the X-Men's Wolverine? Screw it. I'm calling it Logan.
Zybala turns once again in our direction to give another conspiratol wink. He turns back around and the three watch the beast chew the ropes. The wolverine makes its way to one of the turnbuckles and starts chewing on that! It casually squats its hind legs and takes a dump in the ring! This angers Zybala. He sets down his Margarita on a nearby counter, then starts to walk to the door to the backyard. He grabs the knob when suddenly Dean and Mitch grab him and pull him back.
Dean: Are you out of your fucking mind?!
Zybala: It's shitting in my ring!
Mitch: That's a fucking wolverine!!
Zybala: It's only two feet tall.
Dean: It's still a wolverine!!
Zybala: Psssh. I've seen bigger dogs.
Dean & Mitch: IT'S A FUCKING WOLVERINE!!
Zybala struggles with the two men as the wolverine turns it's head towards the noise. It bares its teeth in a threatening manner as it sees the men looking through the window. Zybala gets angrier.
Zybala: Now it challenges me!?!? I'm gonna kick its ass!
Dean: Calm down, you idjit!
Mitch: Seriously, Z! Logan looks Savage as fuck out there!
Zybala: I don't give a fuck how savage it looks or is! I'm gonna go out there, in MY ring, and show that bastard what Savage truly looks like!
Dean: I'm not gonna let you get yourself get killed. Especially when Outsiders is so close to opening!
Zybala: I've faced worse. Don't worry. When I took over OCW and started planning Outsider's return, I made one promise to myself. "Failure is not an option." No matter what I do, whether in a business sense of inside the ring, I will NOT fail. There are way too many people to prove wrong. I'm not gonna let some wife beating drunk stop me, nor some lady with a too long nickname, and I'm sure as shit not letting some overgrown beaver shit in my ring!
Dean: If you get rabies, you'll miss the Margarita Mix, and let Bishop's kid fly solo.
Zybala: I'm not going to get rabies. I just won't let the thing bite me.
Mitch: What are you gonna do? You can't exactly superkick a wolverine.
Zybala: I know how to fight. I'm not just a one move guy.
Mitch: Then why have you only thrown superkicks in your last couple of matches.
Zybala: I can't control how Will writes me and ignores my bio page. Now, if we're all done breaking the fourth wall, I'm gonna kick this Logan's ass today before I kick the actual Logan's ass on Monday!
With that being said, Zybala breaks free of his Outsider cohorts and opens the door to the backyard. The wolverine bears its teeth again and assumes an aggressive posture. Zybala isn't deterred as he makes his way to the ring. The wolverine let's lose a low growl as Zybala steps up on the apron. Zybala starts yelling at the wolverine, who backs up slightly while still bearing its teeth. Zybala steps between the ropes and enters the ring. The wolverine holds its ground as Zybala takes a step forward. Man and beast stare at each other, neither showing any signs of backing down. In a flash, Zybala darts forward and leaps on the beast's back. The wolverine thrashes it's head, trying to bite Zybala, but he keeps his arms out of reach. Zybala then grabs the creature's head and shoves it in the shit.
Zybala: NO! That's a bad Logan! You don't shit in my ring! You do that in the grass!
Dean and Mitch walk outside and stare at the odd scene. Is this idiot really treating a wolverine like a dog? Zybala gives one last push of the head into the shit, and gets off the wolverine. As he stands up, he kicks it in the ribs for good measure before he walks out of the ring towards Mitch and Dean. The animal cries a yelp of pain and leaves the ring. It rolls in the grass as it tries to get the poop off of its face. Zybala has a smug look as he gets to his cohorts.
Zybala: And that's how you take care of business. If a wolverine can't take me, what chance do Logan or Erin have?
Dean: You realize there won't be any shit in the ring to rub in there face, right?
Mitch: Plus, that animal isn't a trained wrestler. Logan and Gordon are.
Zybala: So am I. Yes, both of them are impressive and championship material, but so is Jenna. She's Bishop's kid for crying out loud. If she got HALF of his talent, this Mix is going to be a cake walk. And let's not forget that I don't have to worry about any Welsh interference in my matches anymore. Who caused me to lose my last three matches? Welsh running interference! Hell, if you look back at any of my OCW losses, it's because of interference from someone. With Welsh gone and Best in the shelf, I'm golden!
Dean: Not if they keep an eye out for the superkick.
Zybala:(gives an exasperated groan) I know more than the superkick. It was all part of the plan. Use the kick exclusively for a while to lull future opponents into a false sense of security. At this point, if I use a clothesline or bodyslam, the shock of me using a different move may be stun them enough to get a pin fall. Or I'll just do it the old fashioned way and help Jenna beat Logan and the inspirational mommy dearest into submission.
Mitch: You could just pull the boss card and just announce yourself the winner.
Zybala: Nah. That's Welsh level bullshit. WHEN I win the Mixer, it's gonna be based on pure skill alone. I want to win that title shot. Mack and I have some unfinished business that I would like to settle.
Without another word, Zybala turns and heads back into the house. Dean and Mitch follow him. We go to one last look of the wolverine, staring at Zybala walking away. It snarls, but now knows it's place in the pecking order. A lesson that the O.C.W. roster will learn soon enough….