Post by Marcus Welsh on Dec 3, 2021 21:08:28 GMT -5
Smith: And we’re back!
Hood: What a scene.
Smith: We were able to get the four Craze Competitors separated and ushered to the back. I’m told they’re all in separate dressing rooms as Marcus Welsh is doing everything he can to keep them apart until Sunday.
Hood: Did Thomas get his belt back?
Smith: He sure did. No belt thievery...yet.
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL
Fans: THE FALL IS ONE THE FALL IS ONE
Belvedere: Introducing first
~The fans stand and turn. It’s a weird tune, to be sure~
Smith: Umm
Hood: Who da fuck is this?
~A SUPERKICK is thrown! A man steps through...a very BALD man~
Smith: Oh my gosh
Hood: Did Zybala lose his wig?
Smith: That’s ZyBALDa!
Hood: He’s real?
Smith: Yes. He’s real and he’s here.
~ZyBALDa heads toward the ring. He snarls at the fans. He superkicks an elderly fan sporting a ‘Silverfreak’ shirt for no real reason other than to be a HEEL. The fans boo~
Smith: This man is out here giving bald people a bad name.
~On cue, a bunch of bald fans are assaulted by the fans around them~
Hood: As if bald people don’t have it bad enough already!
~ZyBALDa rolls into the ring and pops to his feet, hands in the air~
Belvedere: From Buffalo, New York...the RICH side. Here is...ZYBALDA!!!
Fans: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Smith: This man is loathed. Hated.
Hood: I kinda like him. He’s got more GUMPTION than Zybala ever had.
Post by Marcus Welsh on Dec 3, 2021 21:56:17 GMT -5
~The crowd roars with approval as the classic, original rendition of DREAMWEAVER pleasures their ears. MIKE ZYBALA SUPERKICKS his way from behind the curtain, to the delight of EVERYONE. The #1 Contender high fives the ridiculed fans...and he helps the elderly fan in the Silverfreak shirt up. WHAT A GUY~
Smith: There he is! The #1 Contender...the man who could be OCW Champion this time NEXT week!
Hood: I’m gonna be sick.
~Zybala slides into the ring...he pops up and walks around, throwing his arms in the air to a huge ovation~
Belvedere: From Buffalo, New York...he is the man, the myth, the legend...he is the #1 Contender for the OCW Championship...he is...MIKE ZYBALA!!!
~HUGE OVATION. Zybala stops and looks at ZyBALDa. He does an exaggerated running of the fingers through his hair, showing the thick, dark patch of hair that rests seductively atop his unpredictable head. ZyBALDa’s eyes narrow~
Smith: I don’t think ZyBALDa liked that.
Hood: No bald man likes to be reminded of what’s been lost.
~Belvedere exits. The bell rings. The fans go wild~
Smith: And here we go!!
ZyBALDa: Look at you. So cocky...with all that HAIR
Zybala: I wonder which shampoo I should use after the match?
ZyBALDa: Arrogant man of hair.
Zybala: Do you know any good stylists? A good hair stylist is so hard to find.
ZyBALDa: YOU SON OF A BITCH
~ZyBALDa runs at Zybala...but Zybala SUPERKICKS him right in the face!!! ZyBALDa falls back…some of the hair on the side of his head flies into the air...kicked straight from his scalp. He hits the mat...the tiny hairs float down, hitting him in the face. A tear rolls down his cheek. Zybala covers him...Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...MIKE ZYBALA!!!!
Smith: Zybala wins!
Hood: Man, he just kicked like 10% of what hair ZyBALDa has left...out of his head!
~The fans go wild. ZyBALDa rolls his bald ass out of the ring, in shame. Zybala throws some superkicks...he looks READY for Outcast~
Voice: Ahem.
~Zybala turns. The fans boo. Gregory Poblano is on the stage with Welsh next to him~
Gregory Poblano: Mr. Zybala.
~Zybala holds his arms out as if to ask ‘what?!’ The fans boo Poblano’s voice~
Gregory Poblano: You’ve had your fun...running amuck. Testing my authority. And, I’ve let it pass...because we need our marquee match to remain in place. However, I feel as though I should inform you. Do not get your hopes up for Sunday.
~BOOOO. Zybala looks around, confused~
Gregory Poblano: Outcast is a man you can build a company around. Not you. And I’m all about rebuilding this place.
~Zybala yells, “What does THAT mean?”~
Gregory Poblano: It means that you are NOT leaving Death March with the OCW Title.
~Zybala looks at Marcus. Welsh lowers his head, unable to make eye contact with his frenemy. Poblano drops the mic and folds his arms, feeling a rush of energy over having exerted his power. The fans boo~
Fans: BULLSHIT BULLSHIT
Smith: Gregory Poblano...our owner...has just informed us all that Zybala will NOT be winning at Death March.
Hood: I mean, don’t get me wrong...that makes me so happy. But it kinda takes the fun out of the match, doesn’t it?
Smith: It sure does! Not to mention how unethical it is!
~Zybala leans over the top rope, staring at Welsh. Poblano turns to leave. Welsh’s head remains lowered, tucking his tail and following his boss. The fans boo. Zybala throws his arms in the air...he places his hand on his hips and thinks for a minute...he nods...a smile crosses his face...he looks into the camera and throws a SUPERKICK! The crowd goes wild~
Smith: Zybala doesn’t care! If he did what authority told him to do he’d have never made it inside OCW to begin with.
Hood: Well, that’s certainly true.
Smith: He’s made a career off of superkicking the odds and he looks to do it one more time on Sunday!
Hood: Yea, that ain’t happening.
Smith: Can Zybala not only defy authority but also defeat the greatest wrestler in the world? That’s what he has to do if he wants to walk out OCW Champion at Death March. If it were anyone else, I’d say no way...but Zybala can do it.
Hood: Normally I’d say Zybala as champion would really hurt this place but, I mean, we purged 80% of the roster so...what do we care?
: Zybala happens to be walking by at this exact moment. He is holding a briefcase. He pokes his head through the door as he holds up the briefcase briefly. :
Zybala: Hey gang. I'm heading over to the Sprotsbook room to place some bets for Death March. Anyone wanna come, or have me place the bets for them?
Post by Dylan Thomas on Dec 4, 2021 7:29:03 GMT -5
Voltaire's When You're Evil hits the speakers, causing the arena to erupt in cheers. The curtain jerks and out wheels Monday Night Equality General Manager Lord Allton with Tank, Vincenzo, Frankie and Matsuda and the Thomas's in tow. Zybala looks on with a grin while Welsh slowly turns around looking nervous.
Allton: You'd think Poblino that you would have something to say about me......given that your favourite.......... heh.............Wendy has earned the ire of me....by association. I'm a little hurt about being left out. We have news for you. Zybala will be walking out as the new OCW Champion... or well..... we'll see what happens to Fuckin' Wendy won't we?
: We cut to the live crowd in the arena. People are filing in for Death March. There is a buzz of excitement in the air. :
: "Dream Weaver" by Gary Wright hits the speakers and the crowd explodes with cheers as Mike Zybala walks out from behind the curtain. He is holding a large red sack. Zybala makes his way down the ramp, and as he does, he reaches in the sack. He pulls out a "Dreamy Mike" T-shirt and throws it into the crowd. He continues to do this as he gets to the ring. Zybala rolls in and reaches into the sack for one last T-shirt and hurls it into the crowd. The music stops and the fans start chanting "DREAMY MIKE!" over and over. Zybala smiles as he gets a microphone. :
Zybala: You can get more of those shirts off of our online store at 50% off as my gift to all of you guys. Just enter the promo code "DreamyMike", no space, to redeem the code. And now that I'm done peddling merch... HELLO YELLOWKNIFE!!
: The fans give a huge pop. :
Zybala: Thank you all for allowing us into the wonderful Snow Palace! I know that you're all excited for tonight's action, especially the main event when yours truly finally becomes the OCW World Champion!
: More cheering. :
Zybala: Now, you may or may not have heard our "owner" Poblano earlier this week saying that I'm not going to be leaving here with the world title.
: BOOS! :
Zybala: I know! It sounds like he's planning something shady. Maybe he plans on getting involved. Well, let me just give a little warning, Greggory. If you do get involved, that makes you fair game. I cannot and will not guarantee your safety. In fact, if you try to screw me over, I just may have to cave your head in with a particularly thick icicle. And before you go on with the whole "touch me and you're fired" shtick, I don't need to work. I have enough money for my kids to retire right out of the womb. I do this because I love this sport. I Love OCW. The only thing that you'll be hurting by firing me is the fans and your sales revenue. What I'm saying is, you have NOTHING keeping me from breaking you like a KitKat bar if you decide to try and fuck me over. Think about it, and be smart "boss."
: Zybala tosses the microphone down and walks out of the ring as the fans cheer more. :
Hood: Did Zybala just threaten the boss!? Fire him now!
Smith: You heard Mike. It wouldn't hurt him that much.
Hood: But he said he loves OCW. Surely that would hurt if he was kicked out.
Smith: Probably. But it may not happen. We will see latter tonight when he takes on OCW World Championship Outcast for the belt in an Icicle Death Match!
: We are back States side in the OCW arena! More specifically, we are backstage just outside of Greggory Poblano's office. The door is open and loud noises can be heard from the room. The camera gets close but stops when a computer monitor flies out of the doorway and smashes into the wall. The camera cautiously peeks around the corner and we see an enraged Mike Zybala destroying everything. The bar, the massage table, everything that he can get his hands on. He grabs a bottle of the top shelf booze and opens it. He takes a swig before pouring the rest of the contents all over. He pulls out a lighter from his pocket, lights it and let's it fall on the alcohol soaked floor. Flames come to life as Zybala leaves the office. :