Is this the end??

[zybala]

"Thank God this is almost over. This nightmare is almost done. After everything I've been through, Ross Hanson and those other two wastes of space are going to be a piece of cake."

: Dylan Thomas and Mike Zybala just stand there looking at Zybala's portal machine when a now Allton controlled PennyLord walks out from behind the machine, imploring his friends to end everything before Pennywise takes back control. Then Dylan's phone rings. Zybala sees Lissandra's name on the screen. Dylan takes the call and Zybala turns back to Allton. :


Zybala: Rob, where are we? What's going on?

Allton: Welcome to Whitechapel in London, England. We're actually a few blocks away from where Welsh planned to have Masters of Macabre. He and Pennywise hid your machine here; the alley where Jack the Ripper's first victim was from. As to the how, that was me. When Pennywise was beaten by the Loser's Club, it allowed me to take my body back over. (points to his head) He's still in here, but he's weak enough to let me take charge. Please, Mike…. Do what needs to be done.


: Zybala frowns as he walks to the machine. Everything looks to be there; the terminal, the arches, everything. He starts looking at a keyboard. :


Zybala: I only understood the bare basics of this. It was always Schwartz who knew the real process. I'm sure I can open the portal, but anything can happen. I may do more harm than good.

Allton: It's worth the risk. We don't want Pennywise to get stronger…


: Zybala nods and is about to start working on trying to get the portal working when Thomas's swearing makes Zybala and Allton look towards Dylan. They see him throwing his phone on the ground. He looks at the pair at the machine with anger in his eyes. :


Allton: What's wrong dude? Is Lissie OK?

Dylan: It wasn't her…. It was Welsh!

Zybala: Welsh?!? Is your family okay?

Dylan: I don't know! Welsh said he didn't know either. He merely cloned her number. He said that he would see us soon to wake up the demon! Zybala! Hurry up with that thing!


: Zybala nods and gets back to work. All that can be heard in the alley is fingers typing on a keyboard. A few minutes pass and Zybala smiles grimly. :


Zybala: Well, it seems that my master password was able to still work to get me access. Let's see if I can get this baby fired up.


: Zybala is then sent flying away from the machine. He lands hard on the pavement next to Dylan. He groans as Dylan helps him up and they look towards the machine. Zybala gasps as Welsh is standing there next to Allton, but with Pennywise face paint on. Dylan looks at Allton. :


Dylan: Rob! What's going on?! I thought you were in control!

Welsh: Oh, he is…. For now, anyway. I'm merely a backup plan. Pennywise gave me some of his powers just in case something happened to It. You three won't be getting this machine working. The only thing you're going to do is float!

Allton: You know Welsh…. That sounds so utterly stupid coming from YOUR mouth.


: Welsh runs at Zybala and Dylan, shoving Allton to the ground as he does. Dylan and Zybala try to grab Welsh, but the empowered G.M. shrugs them off violently. Zybala is sent crashing into a wall as Dylan is throwing against a nearby dumpster. Zybala groans as he pushes himself up and grabs his bat. He runs at Welsh and swings with all his might! Welsh laughs as the bat connects with his head, not moving an inch. Zybala looks at this in horror as Welsh raises a hand and punches Zybala in the chest! Zybala flies backwards into the wall again. He falls on the concrete, and pushes himself up on all fours while coughing up blood. Dylan looks at Welsh and an idea comes to him. :


Dylan: You're pathetic, Welsh. You were so weak that you needed a clown's help to get power. That means you're less than a clown. You're a loser, weak, pathetic!


: Dylan continues with a string of insults; using the same tactics The Loser's Club did to beat Pennywise. Instead of shrinking, Welsh starts laughing. Zybala looks up at the noise. Did Welsh just get bigger? :


Welsh: You think I would have the same weakness as Pennywise?! Oh Dylan, I'm so disappointed with you. I had high hopes for you. You knew how to toe the line, and listen to authority. That's why I always keep you in the title picture. But here you are now, teaming with ZYBALA of all people. All you had to do was sit tight and just wait for your match with Carrington. Now I have to destroy you for trying to ruin my plans.


: Welsh is indeed growing, nearly double in size now. He takes a step towards Dylan who is backing away. Welsh takes his time, relishing the fear in Dylan's eyes. Then a rock hits his head. Welsh is barely phased but stops to look at Zybala, who is holding another rock. Welsh shakes his head. :


Welsh: If you were hoping to hurt me, I'm afraid that idea is VETOED!

Zybala: You really are pathetic, Marcus.

Welsh: Hahahaha! I told Dylan that won't work, you idiot!
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Zybala: I know that. But I also know your weakness.


: Welsh narrows his eyes. :


Welsh: Oh? Do tell.

Zybala: Pennywise got stronger through fear, but that's not your jam. You're too self-absorbed to worry about scaring people. You get power from your own ego! That's how I know your weakness.


: Welsh steps back as if slapped. He scowls at Zybala. Zybala takes a daring step forward. :


Zybala: I'm your weakness. Because for all your plans, every scheme you've made, every trap you've laid against me, they've all failed. No matter what you do, I'm still standing! No matter how many times I lose, despite all the interference from you, I still show up match after match. I keep Outsiders going. I'm still here! You can have me beat down three ways to Sunday, and I'll always come back, just to spite you!


: Welsh growls in anger as he shrinks slightly. He starts walking towards Zybala, while making his fists bigger. :


Welsh: I'm sure Hanson won't mind pinning a corpse at Masters of Macabre. It'll be an easy win and he'll get a title shot.

Zybala: Pfft! You wish, Markie. Even if you do kill me, I'll find a way to come back and get the win over Ross. I don't even care about Toast or Dolly anymore. Like every other outside star you tried to push at my expense, they left you high and dry. I've always stuck by OCW and you, yet you always wanted me gone. I've been your most faithful wrestler, despite what Ross Hanson says. And that kills you.

Speaking of Ross, am I supposed to be worried about him?? I like the guy well enough, but he has no chance of beating me. Especially when you're backing him. You're expecting a guy who's greatest OCW moment was losing to John E. Depth to be your ace in the hole?? He. Lost. To. Depth! Which made Ross my favorite person because of the 5000 to 1 odds on Depth winning. I bet everything on John E. to win and he did! That made me richer than I already was!! Ross, with that one loss, nearly bankrupted your company! And he's supposed to be your secret weapon against me? He is the ranch dressing to my bleu cheese; inferior in every way!


: Welsh shrinks a little more but still swings a massive fist at Zybala. Mike blocks with an arm, but the blow is too hard. Zybala falls to the pavement again, his arm hanging useless at his side. Still, he smiles at Welsh.


Zybala: But you remember what happened next, don't you?

Welsh: Don't you fucking dare!!

Zybala: (in a singsong voice) I used the money that I got from Hanson losing to buy the company from Buffet! I became the boss. I became Hanson's boss. I became your booosssss!!


: Welsh roars in anger and pain as he starts shrinking faster, back to his normal size! He tries to kick Zybala anyways, but is tackled away by Allton! Welsh falls to the ground, hitting his head against a nearby dumpster. The clown makeup seems to fade from his face. Allton helps Zybala, then Dylan to their feet. Dylan helps Zybala back to the machine console while Allton keeps an eye on Welsh. Zybala starts typing away again. After a few minutes, he breathes a sigh of relief. :


Zybala: I got into the program, guys. I was able to get the portal to reverse somehow. I guess I paid enough attention when Schwartz explained the system to me. Hopefully, this will just suck out Pennywise and leave Rob here. It's a fifty/fifty shot. You OK with that, Lord Allton?


: Zybala turns to Allton, who is sitting on the ground, dressed in his normal clothes. He looks very confused. Zybala barely notices that Welsh is gone. :


Allton: Did it work? I don't feel Penny in my head anymore..

Dylan: You did it, Zybala! Lissie! Lily! Daddy's coming home!

Zybala: Guys, I haven't done anything yet. The program is nearly done loading, but I haven't initiated it yet…


: Suddenly, a large spike pierces out of the front of Zybala's chest! Dylan gasps as Allton screams out! Standing behind Zybala is Welsh, dressed in full Pennywise costume. PennyWelsh's arm is the spike in Zybala's chest. With It's free arm, PennyWelsh breaks off the spike and regrows his arm. Zybala slumps down against the console, his breathing getting very shallow and short. PennyWelsh starts laughing maniacally. :


Allton: MIKE!!

Dylan: MURDERER!!

PennyWelsh: hehehehehe! Ooooh that feels so good! Welshy is dancing for joy in here!

Allton: Penny?! I thought you were beaten!

PennyWelsh: Puny mortal. I was merely…. inconvenienced. You managed to lock me up briefly, but I was able to transfer my being to the small power I left in Welsh; making me whole and refreshed! And unlike you Robby, Welsh is GIVING me full control. He just wanted Zybala killed first! Looks like Mike was right. Hanson won't be beating him, because he's already deeeaaad!! Now I can eat the fear of this nightmare multiverse forever! Starting with my "friends!"


: PennyWelsh cackles as he moves towards Dylan and Allton. Dylan stands over his friend, ready to fight to his last breath. As PennyWelsh gets nearer, Dylan is met with a splash of blood all over his face! Sputtering and coughing, Dylan wipes his eyes clear and sees a spike protruding from PennyWelsh's chest! Allton gasps as Zybala is standing behind PennyWelsh, piercing It with the same spike that stabbed him. Zybala wraps his good arm around the clown demon. :


Zybala: you'll never….. beat me….. welsh…..


: PennyWelsh roars in rage and pain as he tries to shake off Zybala, who holds on for all he's worth. Dylan runs over to the console. :


Dylan: Zybala! What do I do?!?

Zybala: …… Just…...hit……. enter……


: Dylan smashes the button and the machine slowly powers up. A light appears between the archway. PennyWelsh screams as he tries to get away, but being stabbed through the chest and Zybala clinging to him makes that hard. The light grows bigger and bigger as it starts to pull PennyWelsh and Zybala towards it. Dylan tries to grab Zybala, who tightens his grip on PennyWelsh and shakes his head no. Zybala looks at Dylan and raises his voice with the last of his strength. :


Zybala: Tell….Outcast….ranch….sucks….and tell…..my Cathy…. I love her…. and I'm…..sss.....ssoorry..…


: The life leaves Zybala's eyes after he says this. His arm sags to his side lifelessly. PennyWelsh feels this and tries to pull Zybala off, but it's too late. The light pulls Pennywise out of Welsh and sucks the demon into the portal. Welsh and Zybala's bodies fall to the ground as Dylan runs over to the console and presses every button to shut the machine off. The portal closes and the light disappears. Dylan slumps next to Allton and the two look at the bodies :


Allton: If Mike had a chance to fight Hanson like that, Ross wouldn't have had a prayer.

Dylan: You know what? I know we had our differences, but you were right about Zybala. He’s a good man.

Allton: Quite.


: Dylan points at Zybala's body. :


Dylan: Is he dead?

Allton: He can’t be. He has a match to win.

Dylan: But he got impaled!

Allton: If he is dead, then Mr Zybala died a hero. Come on, help me up. You also have a match to win. We should get to the arena.

Dylan: On the way, let's find some cops. We can't leave Zybala here like this. He deserves better than laying dead in an alley.


: Lord Allton nods in agreement as Dylan helps him to his feet. They leave the portal and the bodies behind as the scene fades to black...: