OCW 24/7 Post Death March/Pre XMas Party

[zybala]

: Zybala smirks at this statement. :

Zybala: So you're saying that a high ranking official in OCW has it out for me? Jeez, the guy is so bad that he's not even playing original songs. He took that from the old Marcus Welsh playbook. I'll survive whatever he plans on throwing at me. If he's even still owner by the time Access Denied rolls around...

Welsh: I know that look. Mike, stop. Whatever it is, just stop.

Zybala: Too late Marcus. The cogs are turning. Since he wants to steal from your playbook, I'll steal from him. Gentlemen, I shall see you later!


: Zybala then takes off down the hall leaving Allton looking shocked and Welsh looking mortified. Whatever Zybala has planned, Welsh is sure it will leave him with a migraine and a LOT of angry phone calls from Poblano.... :

[BRIM]

~The scene cuts outside where BRIM, Duce and Byson can be seen walking up to the OCW Arena. Their clothes are filthy and worn down, all three appearing to be suffering from exhaustion~

“Whew..” ~Duce says through bated breath~ “Bout time we made it t’dis muh’fucka..”

“I help you say.” ~adds Byson~ “I still wanna know why in the hell we had to walk the entire way back from Canada?”

~BRIM stops, turning towards Byson in annoyance~

“Ain’t you tired of those assholes chasing us?”

“It’s not like they aren’t going to catch up with us.”

“Well when they do, they do but until then.. We gotta remain low-key.”

~Byson scoffs~

“Low-key? You’re a fucking professional wrestler!”

~They all pause for a moment, taking in what Byson has just said, BRIM nods in agreement~

“That is true but that’s the only attention that’s allowed to be brought.”

“Fuck outta here..”

“Can we just go inside’a tha damn buildin’? I’m tired as fuck an’ wanna sit my ass down.”

“I’m with you, hell I feel like I’ve lost a good twenty pounds from that walk.”

~Byson laughs hysterically, unable to hold it under his breath~

“What’s funny?”

“Please don’t be the elephant in the room, you’re already as big as one!”

~Byson laughs again, BRIM snarls and heads for him. Duce steps between the two~

“Aye! Do dis shit anotha’ time, let’s go inside an’ get settled in.”

~BRIM throws a look towards Duce and then back at Byson who still sports a smirk. The former Savage Champion sniffs with anger and heads for the steps that lead to the back entrance of the OCW Arena. Duce and Byson follow behind, Jones punching Byson’s arm in frustration. Byson clutches it with a grimace. Making it towards the door, BRIM grabs the handle and twist, then pulls but steps out of the way as a body comes sliding off the opposite side of the door and smacks the concrete pavement violently~

“Shit!” ~Duce exclaims in shock~ “Who t’fuck is that!?”

~All three look down at the unconscious man on the ground. BRIM kneels beside him and rolls him over~

“Shootah?” ~Says Duce in a confused fashion~

“Who is that?” ~BRIM questions~

~Duce kneels to check on Shootah before looking up across to BRIM~

“One’a those guys who always gettin’ they ass kicked t’make someone look betta..”

“You mean a jobber?” ~Byson chimes in~

“I don’t kno’ what you’re talkin’ bout but homie’s a decent guy.. I wonda’ who fucked him up like dis..”

~Duce and BRIM continue to check on Shootah when Byson interrupts~

“Well hopefully someone comes to check on him, if you need me, I’ll be in the locker room, resting my feet. Woo! These dogs are barking.”

~Both BRIM and Duce shake their heads at Byson as he steps across Shootah, gaining access to the OCW Arena. The scene fading out as the two continue to try and revive the knocked out man~

[Lord Allton]

Allton coughs a little....

Allton: Yes.  Well.... I better go and check on Dylan and Lissie.  Uh.... Welsh listen.... Sorry about the ..... yes. Well bye!

Allton leaves with haste.

[zybala]

~A camera focuses on a local judge, holding a contract that's been signed and notarized. Legally binding. It's for the sale of OCW. The signatures read 'Gregory Pablino, OCW owner' and 'Mike Zybala.' The judge looks up at Mike Zybala, dressed in a nice suit. ~

Judge: So, you're telling me that less
than two weeks after coming in my chambers to fight for his legal rights to this company, Mr. Poblano sold it back to you?

Zybala: That is correct, your honor.

Judge: I thought his name was "Poblano" though. This reads Pablino.

Zybala: Common mistake. (pulls out his cellphone) If I may?


~ The judge places the papers down and nods at the phone. Zybala pulls up clips of several different wrestlers calling Poblano by Pablino many times. Zybala stops the clip and puts his phone away.~

Zybala: As you can see and hear for yourself, his name is clearly Pablino.

Jusge: That may be, but why would he sell the company after fighting to hard to get it?

Zybala: because, your honor, it wasn't as easy as he thought it was going to be. After we had our most recent pay-per-view of Death March, he has been missing from the company on several recovery vacations. The stress of running a high octane business like this got to him too hard too fast; which is why he decided to sell the company back to me.


~ The judge is mulling this over as we fade out. ~

[Lord Allton]

We cut to earlier on today as Lord Allton is leaving Welsh's office.  Allton is on the phone to Vincenzo.

Allton: Vinnie?  I'm on the way back now.  How are things at the locker room?

The camera cuts back to Vincenzo, Frankie and Tank trying to tidy things up.

Vincenzo: Me, Frankie and Tank are tidyin' up but Dylan and Mrs T ain't lookin' so hot.

Suddenly Vincenzo hears a loud crash down the phone and Lord Allton scream down the phone.

Vincenzo: BOSS?! BOSS??!!!

Frankie and Tank look over as Vincenzo is fretting.

Frankie: Shit, it can't be.

Vincenzo: Let's go!

The three bodyguards head out to find their boss.

[Marcus Welsh]

Cap Slock: SIR

~Welsh jumps. He sees the reliable captain and shakes his head~

Marcus Welsh: A tap on the shoulder next time, alright?

~Cap Slock nods~

Marcus Welsh: What's up? I'm trying to put the finishing touches on this card.

Cap Slock: BRIM AND COMPANY HAVE FINALLY MADE IT BACK FROM CANADA...THE GREAT NATION TO THE NORTH.

Marcus Welsh: They JUST made it? What the hell...did they walk?

Cap Slock: YESSIR. THEY WALKED.

~Welsh stares at Cap Slock for a good thirty seconds~

Marcus Welsh: Wow. Okay. How does BRIM look? He in better shape?

Cap Slock: ABOUT THE SAME TO BE HONEST...MAYBE DROPPED TWENTY POUNDS.

Marcus Welsh: Oh. Well, give this to him, will ya? It's important.

~Cap Slock takes the message~

Cap Slock: ALSO, SHOOTAH HAS BEEN ATTACKED.

Marcus Welsh: Are we sure he didn't just...run into the wall, or something?

Cap Slock: I CAN'T SAY WITH CERTAINTY WHAT HAPPENED. JUST THAT BRIM, DUCE, AND BYSON FOUND HIM LAID OUT BY THE BACK DOOR.

Marcus Welsh: These attacks have got to stop.

Cap Slock: ALSO, MIKE ZYBALA IS TRYING TO REVERSE THE SALE OF OCW. HE'S ATTEMPTING TO CONVINCE A JUDGE THAT POBLANO SOLD THE COMPANY BACK TO HIM.

Marcus Welsh: Of course he is. Give BRIM that message...the party is tomorrow and I've got to have this ppv lineup set. I'm a very busy man, captain. Very busy!

~Cap Slock exits~

[Hood]

Fans and wrestlers

Big news coming tomorrow as Marcus Welsh will reveal the Access Denied lineup.

However, I've received some very interesting news...I've been told that OCW owner Gregory Poblano...while on vacation, hasn't spent all his time away from OCW since Death March partying. In fact, I'm told he has procured a sizable chunk of land that is already undergoing development for some massive structure.

What is this structure?

Nobody knows. But people are beginning to speculate that OCW's February PPV could take place on this land and, possibly, within the giant structure Mr. Poblano's men are preparing to build.

Word from the OCW offices is that a brand new match concept has been developed and will be put into action for the February PPV.

So, if you thought the leaders at OCW had packed it in for the rest of the year...think again. The creative wheels are always churning down in Key West.

More news as soon as it becomes available!

[zybala]

: Zybala sees Cheasy's announcement.:

Zybala: Mother fucker better not be building on Exile Island. I am sole owner and I will use my nuke option...

[The LEO]

Alright guys...LEO here with a list of suspects handed to me by JACK PUFFER.

Could one of these three individuals be the attacker?

[Marcus Welsh]

Dec 16, 2021 19:27:19 GMT -5 zybala said:

: Zybala sees Cheasy's announcement.:

Zybala: Mother fucker better not be building on Exile Island. I am sole owner and I will use my nuke option...

~Welsh receives an anonymous text featuring the following video. It's labeled "Zybala's nightmare"~

[BRIM]

~The sounds of snoring fill the scene as we transition into BRIM’s locker room where all three men are shown sound asleep. Saved for BRIM sounding like a walrus in heat. Duce is spotted stretched out in the corner on the floor, right arm behind his head, left hand inside of his pants. Al Bundy style. Moving around the room, Byson is kicked up with his feet up on a couch, his head tilted and eyes closed. BRIM sits on a steel chair, arms folded, hood over his head from his purple Ravens hoodie. A loud banging is heard at the door, none of the men budge. After about thirty seconds, five to six hard pounds collide with the door. Byson jumps from his sleep, almost falling from the couch but manages to contain himself~

“Who the hell is that?”

~Banging persists at the door while Byson finally stands up from the couch. He stretches, then uses his right hand to wipe away the slobber from his lips. The sound of BRIM’s snoring causes him to shake his head as the pounding at the door draws him to it. Rubbing the back of his head, he opens it~

“Can I help you?”

~Standing on the opposite side of the door is none other than Grace Rimmer, a scowl plastered across her face~

“Whatever you and Duce thought that you saw, it were furthest from the truth!”

“What are you talking about?”

“She’s talkin’ bout when we caught her, AKB an’ Cheesy doin’ dat weird shit..” ~Duce says, waking up momentarily before rolling over onto his side, continuing to sleep~

“See!? He knows what I’m talking about and he’s barely even conscious!”

~Byson sighs~

“Look lady, whatever it is that you like to do on your free time is your business.”

“That’s the thing, I’m trying to clear up what you thought you saw.”

~Byson gives Grace a deadpan stare, the anger in her eyes making her emotions clear~

“Fine..” ~Byson says in reluctance~ “What was going on?”

“Thank you for letting me explain.” ~Byson nods~ “You see, I went to the beach a couple of weeks ago and when I came home, I had this strange feeling under my skin. So when I pressed down on the skin, I could feel something crawling.”

~This causes both BRIM and Duce to wake from their sleep~

“T’fuck kinda shit you had goin’?”

“Excuse me?” ~Grace asked in confusion~

“He wants to know what was the situation with your skin.” ~BRIM answered in Duce’s defense~

~She responds~

“Well, with everything going on with Covid, the hospitals wouldn’t see me unless I was sick. I sat in that emergency room for hours on end and the moving under my skin became unbearable. So, with no options left and hardly any resources. Times have been kind of hard since The Who’Re Report got canceled. So I asked the closest person that I could find.”

“AKB?” ~Duce questioned with a stretch and a yawn~

“Unfortunately, he kept drooling at the mouth like some St. Bernard.”

“Hmph.. makes sense…”

“The damn thing had made its way close to my cheek, just above the back of my thigh.”

“Why did Cheasy have a camera?”

“Said he wanted to post it on YouTube.”

“What was it? Y’know, were you guys able to get it?” ~BRIM asks Grace~

“Botfly..” ~She says sadly~

~There’s an awkward silence between the four~

“NOTE FOR BRIM FROM MISTER WELSH.”

~They all jump, startled from the arrival from Cap Slock. Duce currently holding his chest~

“Don’t you eva… do dat shit again!”

“Was he yelling or talking sternly?”

“Aye, can y’all pass that over here?”

~Cap hands the note to Grace who hands it to Byson who gives it to BRIM. He opens it up and begins to go over it as everyone watches on intently. Upon finishing with the note, BRIM has a look that’s hard to explain. It’s a mix between being intrigued, to being confused, to sitting back and having some things to ponder about. He looks up and all eyes are on him~

“When I figure things out, y’all will be the first to know, now excuse me.”

~BRIM gets up from the chair and makes his way past everyone, exiting the locker room. The four remaining individuals step outside of the locker room as well, watching BRIM as he slowly moves down the hallway~

[Dylan Thomas]

We cut to down the corridor, outside the office of Mr. Welsh, near the elevator.  Allton is on the ground seemingly unconscious just as Vincenzo, Frankie and Tank arrive.

Frankie: Motherfucker! Roberto!

Vincenzo: Boss! You're not number 6! C'mon wake up!

Vincenzo brings up Zybala's name on Allton's phone so Vincenzo can call him from his phone.

[zybala]

: We cut to Zybala sleeping in bed next to his wife. They are both clothed you perverts. If you want naked people, you can go to literally almost any other website than this one. Anyways, a phone ring and wakes up Zybala. He groans and yells at his cats that they have food. The phone keeps ringing and Zybala eventually answers. :

Zybala: (sleepily) Hello??

[Marcus Welsh]

~Welsh enters the OCW Arena. He's carrying his signature tray of McDonald's coffee. He pauses, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of the Arena~

Marcus Welsh: Today is gonna be a good day.

~Leo walks up~

Leo: Hey boss.

Marcus Welsh: Leo.

Leo: Umm...so Treat Cassidy is waiting for you in your office.

Marcus Welsh: WHAT?

~Annoyed...less than a minute after entering the workplace, Welsh powerwalks to his office~

[Dylan Thomas]

Dec 17, 2021 8:29:58 GMT -5 zybala said:

: We cut to Zybala sleeping in bed next to his wife. They are both clothed you perverts. If you want naked people, you can go to literally almost any other website than this one. Anyways, a phone ring and wakes up Zybala. He groans and yells at his cats that they have food. The phone keeps ringing and Zybala eventually answers. :

Zybala: (sleepily) Hello??

Vincenzo is pacing up and down while Frankie and Tank see to Allton.

Vincenzo: Zybala. Vincenzo. We've hit number 6.  It's the Boss. The boss is number 6.  I'mma find this asshole!