Sometimes you need a reboot.
May 28, 2021 11:03:46 GMT -5
Marcus Welsh, petervaughn, and 3 more like this
Post by zybala on May 28, 2021 11:03:46 GMT -5
: A hulking figure fills up the screen of your viewing device. It is the OCW arena. The Online version, not The Yard. I gotta put together a card for that. Maybe you guys send me suggestions on who you want to see square off? I can't keep making Barry vs Allton all the time…. Where was I? Oh yeah, the other OCW Arena. She's definitely seen better days if we're being honest. Cracked windows, doors off the hinges, and the army of homeless that now reside in the once proud building. It's also seen worse days. When Marcus first started this new venture, the place was a death trap. When Ms. 'Re slowly started taking over while Welsh got more and more drunk, the Arena did start looking a bit better. Maybe soon it will be presentable for PAYING customers instead of the random vagabonds that creep in and out. They really shouldn't be there anyways.
Speaking of people who shouldn't be there, we see a set of headlights driving through the parking lot. A car pulls up next to the building. The engine revs loudly a few times before it turns off and the doors open. Three people step out of the car. All the doors close and the group scans the area. They see the homeless walking around. More importantly, the homeless see them! People with cars mean spare change! They converge on the new group until they see a large crowbar in one of the people's hands. The bums scatter, except for one. He kinda looks familiar.
He looks like a man who once was an A-List type champion, a man who could have once held the respect of his peers. A man who lost all of his ego, his popularity, his "perfection" after he suffered the worst loss of his career against a certain Superkicking Superstar in a Blood Feud Match in GCWA. I mean, have you ever seen a bigger fall from grace in your life? The man who this filthy hobo looks like started off like the 1980's Blockbuster of the wrestling world! Winning title matches, always in the world title picture, a true star. Then they ran into the Netflix-like Superkicker and basically disappeared from relevance! His handicappable friend in a wheelchair is a better wrestler and a bigger deal than he is! He looks like a pathetic man who lost everything and is forced to live on the streets, because his wife and child kicked him out because of what a total disgrace and loser he had become! Anyways, I digress. This weak, pathetic excuse of a shell of a man is leaning against a lamp post and reading a book. Not just any book. He is reading A Third World Gatsby by Will Gardner!! The second installment of his Derek Mobley series! An instant classic that you should get into. The man looks up from his book to view the people getting out of the cars, shrugs and goes back to reading. The book is too good to put down, even for potential loose change. He does look up in annoyance at the noise the three are causing.
The three that step out are a diverse collective of people. We see a large, heavy set African American dude who is holding the crowbar (Bram), an older man who groans loudly as he steps out of the car (Kurt Rifle), and a slightly less older man who just looks around the lot (Ted Texas). They watch the homeless scatter before looking up at the building. :
Kurt: So can you tell me again why we're here?
Bram: I need to find any clue about my cousin Juice. This was the last place he was seen before he went missing last year.
Ted: Why didn't you call the police?
Bram: My family did. They didn't do shit. All they did was find out he was last seen here. I heard a rumor that that one wrestler, Mike Zybala, took him out and buried him here.
Ted: Oh, you mean during that weird tournament last year when a bunch of kids went missing? Yeah, I think they aired some security camera footage on the news. Why do you think it was Zybala who made Juice disappear? The video only showed some guy in all black and big hood covering their face.
Bram: Cuz that's what Zybala wore when he first joined OCW. After this place closed, people said Zybala started haunting this place and now that they're reopening things for that Prison Yard match, I see that Zybala is back. That's too many coincidences for my liking.
Kurt: OK, but I ask again. Why are WE here? Juice was your cousin, not ours.
Bram: Because you owe me fifty bucks and I said we'd be even if you help.
Ted: And I'm here to see if I can get my hands on a title or two. I used to have some replicas back in the day, but I lost them. I want to find some real ones for my wall. Maybe I can find some of Welsh's booze stash too.
Kurt: If the rumors are true and Zybala is taking out people left and right, what chance do we have? There were like eight people that went missing here. We're only three. Even if you have that crowbar, what chance do we have?
Bram: Man, quit being a bitch. Those fools split up last year. We'll stick together and find Juice and maybe the other kids. Even if he's dead, my family can give him a proper burial. Same thing for the others and their families. And if we find Zybala….
: Bram leaves the statement hanging in the air as he gently smacks his palm with the crowbar. Without another word, he walks up to the front door and goes to work. After a few minutes, Bram manages to get the door open with a loud clunk. The hobo looks up again, the annoyance showing clearly on his face. A burst of cold air rushes out of the building causing Ted to shiver. :
Kurt: Man, why does it feel like we're in a shitty ass horror remake that someone just wanted to do but never had the chance?
Bram: Man, shut your bitch ass up and just go in.
: There is a loud clearing of a throat and the three men turn towards the noise. They see the hobo holding up the book, shaking it at them. The three turn back and carefully make their way into the arena. The lobby is barely lit from dim lights that have dust coating them and from the street lights outside. Obviously Who'Re hasn't had anyone come to clean up the building just yet. Bram pulls out a small flashlight from his pocket. He turns it on and looks around. The small beam shows that there are no bums in the lobby. Ted and Kurt pull cellphones out of their pockets and turn on the flashlight function. The lights don't show much more, but anything is better than nothing. :
Kurt: Now what?
Ted: I say we find the office. I really want a title.
Bram: Naw man, I need to find my cousin. We should look in the backstage area and maybe the broiler room.
Kurt: I say that we just leave. Nothing good is going to happen. If the rumors are true, then Zybala is gonna pop up out of nowhere, and either superkick us to death or make us fight in Outsiders. Neither sounds appealing to me. Maybe if I was younger I would try the Outsiders option but I'm not as young as I used to be. I'd be pretty useless in the ring.
Bram: Dude, we're not going anywhere. You owe me money, and this will wipe the slate clean. The sooner you face it, the sooner we can get this shot done.
: Suddenly, Bram feels a hand on his shoulder! He lets out a scream and turns around. He backs up as he shines his light on the face of the sad, useless hobo from earlier. The bum looks very annoyed. Ted is about to reach in his pocket, most likely to pull out some change, when the hobo starts talking. I feel kinda bad for continuing to call him a bum or hobo. How about Dylan? :
Dylan: Will the three of you please shut up?! I can still hear you guys outside and I'm trying to read this literary personification of perfection! If you would please talk quieter, it would be gre….
: Before Dylan can finish his sentence, an arm reaches around him and pulls him into the shadows. The bum starts screaming and drops his book. The trio stand shocked as Beam shines his light to where he thinks the screams are coming from. We see Dylan struggling with someone dressed in all black with a huge, deep hood covering their head. The hooded figure waves at the group before stepping back away from Dylan and dropping him with a massive superkick! The figure looks down at the body before turning it's gaze to the trio. Bram raises the crowbar. :
Bram: Aww yeah mother fucker!! I'm about to beat some info outta your ass! You're gonna tell me what happened to Juice!!
Ted: Dude! Let's take a minute to come up with a game plan!
Kurt: Or we can run!
: Bram doesn't listen as he charges towards the figure. Bram raises the crowbar high and swings at the figure, who ducks under the blow and quickly punches the wrist of Bram, loosening his grip on the weapon. The figure then grabs the crowbar, yanks it from Bram's hand, and throws it into the dark. The figure punches Bram in the temple, stunning the big man. The figure jumps back and leaps forward with another superkick! It hits only air as Ted and Kurt pull Bram out of the way. The trio back away as the figure holds up a hand. It snaps it's fingers and the lights go out. Kurt cusses as Ted tries to use his light to find the exit. A moment later, the lights come back on and they see a steel chain wrapped around the push bar handles preventing their escape. :
Kurt: Shit! How are we going to get out now?
Ted: There's gotta be another exit. It's an arena for God's sake!
Bram: The hell you are guys talking about?! It's the three of us against that ghost bitch Zybala!
Kurt: Dude, you don't get it. He's not stuck in here with us. We're stuck in here with him! Let's get going!
: Ted and Kurt start dragging Bram who wants to stay and fight. It's a good thing they were pulling Bram, because a foot barely missed his face. The trio look at the figure, who is holding the crowbar. The trio decide to take off running and the figure gives chase! The group runs through the lobby, smacking on doors, trying to find one that's unlocked. They have no luck. They keep running and eventually make their way into the backstage area. Every door they try is still locked. They get to the end of the hall and are stopped by locked double doors. They turn and see the figure slowly stalking down the hall. They start pounding on the doors, screaming for help. As the figure draws closer, the group hears someone shout for them to move! They do and the double doors fly open! Standing there is none other than Mike Zybala!! He's holding a ring of keys. Zybala looks at the figure, who has stopped to stare at him. Zybala then turns to the stunned trio. :
Zybala: Come with me if you want to live..
Speaking of people who shouldn't be there, we see a set of headlights driving through the parking lot. A car pulls up next to the building. The engine revs loudly a few times before it turns off and the doors open. Three people step out of the car. All the doors close and the group scans the area. They see the homeless walking around. More importantly, the homeless see them! People with cars mean spare change! They converge on the new group until they see a large crowbar in one of the people's hands. The bums scatter, except for one. He kinda looks familiar.
He looks like a man who once was an A-List type champion, a man who could have once held the respect of his peers. A man who lost all of his ego, his popularity, his "perfection" after he suffered the worst loss of his career against a certain Superkicking Superstar in a Blood Feud Match in GCWA. I mean, have you ever seen a bigger fall from grace in your life? The man who this filthy hobo looks like started off like the 1980's Blockbuster of the wrestling world! Winning title matches, always in the world title picture, a true star. Then they ran into the Netflix-like Superkicker and basically disappeared from relevance! His handicappable friend in a wheelchair is a better wrestler and a bigger deal than he is! He looks like a pathetic man who lost everything and is forced to live on the streets, because his wife and child kicked him out because of what a total disgrace and loser he had become! Anyways, I digress. This weak, pathetic excuse of a shell of a man is leaning against a lamp post and reading a book. Not just any book. He is reading A Third World Gatsby by Will Gardner!! The second installment of his Derek Mobley series! An instant classic that you should get into. The man looks up from his book to view the people getting out of the cars, shrugs and goes back to reading. The book is too good to put down, even for potential loose change. He does look up in annoyance at the noise the three are causing.
The three that step out are a diverse collective of people. We see a large, heavy set African American dude who is holding the crowbar (Bram), an older man who groans loudly as he steps out of the car (Kurt Rifle), and a slightly less older man who just looks around the lot (Ted Texas). They watch the homeless scatter before looking up at the building. :
Kurt: So can you tell me again why we're here?
Bram: I need to find any clue about my cousin Juice. This was the last place he was seen before he went missing last year.
Ted: Why didn't you call the police?
Bram: My family did. They didn't do shit. All they did was find out he was last seen here. I heard a rumor that that one wrestler, Mike Zybala, took him out and buried him here.
Ted: Oh, you mean during that weird tournament last year when a bunch of kids went missing? Yeah, I think they aired some security camera footage on the news. Why do you think it was Zybala who made Juice disappear? The video only showed some guy in all black and big hood covering their face.
Bram: Cuz that's what Zybala wore when he first joined OCW. After this place closed, people said Zybala started haunting this place and now that they're reopening things for that Prison Yard match, I see that Zybala is back. That's too many coincidences for my liking.
Kurt: OK, but I ask again. Why are WE here? Juice was your cousin, not ours.
Bram: Because you owe me fifty bucks and I said we'd be even if you help.
Ted: And I'm here to see if I can get my hands on a title or two. I used to have some replicas back in the day, but I lost them. I want to find some real ones for my wall. Maybe I can find some of Welsh's booze stash too.
Kurt: If the rumors are true and Zybala is taking out people left and right, what chance do we have? There were like eight people that went missing here. We're only three. Even if you have that crowbar, what chance do we have?
Bram: Man, quit being a bitch. Those fools split up last year. We'll stick together and find Juice and maybe the other kids. Even if he's dead, my family can give him a proper burial. Same thing for the others and their families. And if we find Zybala….
: Bram leaves the statement hanging in the air as he gently smacks his palm with the crowbar. Without another word, he walks up to the front door and goes to work. After a few minutes, Bram manages to get the door open with a loud clunk. The hobo looks up again, the annoyance showing clearly on his face. A burst of cold air rushes out of the building causing Ted to shiver. :
Kurt: Man, why does it feel like we're in a shitty ass horror remake that someone just wanted to do but never had the chance?
Bram: Man, shut your bitch ass up and just go in.
: There is a loud clearing of a throat and the three men turn towards the noise. They see the hobo holding up the book, shaking it at them. The three turn back and carefully make their way into the arena. The lobby is barely lit from dim lights that have dust coating them and from the street lights outside. Obviously Who'Re hasn't had anyone come to clean up the building just yet. Bram pulls out a small flashlight from his pocket. He turns it on and looks around. The small beam shows that there are no bums in the lobby. Ted and Kurt pull cellphones out of their pockets and turn on the flashlight function. The lights don't show much more, but anything is better than nothing. :
Kurt: Now what?
Ted: I say we find the office. I really want a title.
Bram: Naw man, I need to find my cousin. We should look in the backstage area and maybe the broiler room.
Kurt: I say that we just leave. Nothing good is going to happen. If the rumors are true, then Zybala is gonna pop up out of nowhere, and either superkick us to death or make us fight in Outsiders. Neither sounds appealing to me. Maybe if I was younger I would try the Outsiders option but I'm not as young as I used to be. I'd be pretty useless in the ring.
Bram: Dude, we're not going anywhere. You owe me money, and this will wipe the slate clean. The sooner you face it, the sooner we can get this shot done.
: Suddenly, Bram feels a hand on his shoulder! He lets out a scream and turns around. He backs up as he shines his light on the face of the sad, useless hobo from earlier. The bum looks very annoyed. Ted is about to reach in his pocket, most likely to pull out some change, when the hobo starts talking. I feel kinda bad for continuing to call him a bum or hobo. How about Dylan? :
Dylan: Will the three of you please shut up?! I can still hear you guys outside and I'm trying to read this literary personification of perfection! If you would please talk quieter, it would be gre….
: Before Dylan can finish his sentence, an arm reaches around him and pulls him into the shadows. The bum starts screaming and drops his book. The trio stand shocked as Beam shines his light to where he thinks the screams are coming from. We see Dylan struggling with someone dressed in all black with a huge, deep hood covering their head. The hooded figure waves at the group before stepping back away from Dylan and dropping him with a massive superkick! The figure looks down at the body before turning it's gaze to the trio. Bram raises the crowbar. :
Bram: Aww yeah mother fucker!! I'm about to beat some info outta your ass! You're gonna tell me what happened to Juice!!
Ted: Dude! Let's take a minute to come up with a game plan!
Kurt: Or we can run!
: Bram doesn't listen as he charges towards the figure. Bram raises the crowbar high and swings at the figure, who ducks under the blow and quickly punches the wrist of Bram, loosening his grip on the weapon. The figure then grabs the crowbar, yanks it from Bram's hand, and throws it into the dark. The figure punches Bram in the temple, stunning the big man. The figure jumps back and leaps forward with another superkick! It hits only air as Ted and Kurt pull Bram out of the way. The trio back away as the figure holds up a hand. It snaps it's fingers and the lights go out. Kurt cusses as Ted tries to use his light to find the exit. A moment later, the lights come back on and they see a steel chain wrapped around the push bar handles preventing their escape. :
Kurt: Shit! How are we going to get out now?
Ted: There's gotta be another exit. It's an arena for God's sake!
Bram: The hell you are guys talking about?! It's the three of us against that ghost bitch Zybala!
Kurt: Dude, you don't get it. He's not stuck in here with us. We're stuck in here with him! Let's get going!
: Ted and Kurt start dragging Bram who wants to stay and fight. It's a good thing they were pulling Bram, because a foot barely missed his face. The trio look at the figure, who is holding the crowbar. The trio decide to take off running and the figure gives chase! The group runs through the lobby, smacking on doors, trying to find one that's unlocked. They have no luck. They keep running and eventually make their way into the backstage area. Every door they try is still locked. They get to the end of the hall and are stopped by locked double doors. They turn and see the figure slowly stalking down the hall. They start pounding on the doors, screaming for help. As the figure draws closer, the group hears someone shout for them to move! They do and the double doors fly open! Standing there is none other than Mike Zybala!! He's holding a ring of keys. Zybala looks at the figure, who has stopped to stare at him. Zybala then turns to the stunned trio. :
Zybala: Come with me if you want to live..