BRIM/Mike Zybala Feud

[Marcus Welsh]

Stipulation: To Be Announced
If Zybala wins, he gets ownership of OCW. If BRIM wins, he gets his Savage Title. BRIM is representing Gregory Poblano in this match.

All IC items pertaining to this feud/match are to be posted in this thread. This thread will close on January 30th.

[zybala]

: Before leaving the party last night, Zybala has Gregory the Elephant stop and drop a huge elephant poop on Brim's car as they passed it. :

[Marcus Welsh]

~Welsh shakes his head, watching from his office. He turns to THE KNIFE MAN~

Marcus Welsh: Knifey

The Knife Man: But sir, surely someone else...

Marcus Welsh: I'm afraid not.

~Welsh hands Knife Man a giant shovel...which is in his office for, reasons~

Marcus Welsh: Quickly, before BRIM sees and kills Zybala before Access Denied.

[BRIM]

~The back doors to the OCW Arena swing open, stepping out is Duce and BRIM both decked out in workout gear. The sun has yet to make its appearance but that doesn't stop the two as they make their way through the parking lot~

"You think it's gonna be safe fo' us t'run dis close t'daylight. Funky ass cops round hea' might thank we done robbed somebody?"

"We'll be alright."

"You sho?"

"Anything is safer than sitting round Byson's ass any longer."

~They both eventually end up passing the car that Gregory the Elephant defecated on, though it might be cleaned up from the Knife Man, the odor is still evident. They both grab at their noses~

"Shit! What t'fuck is dat smell?"

"The fuck if I know but whatever it is, smells like yo ass after you use the bathroom.."

"Smells like it's dat car ova there."

~Duce points at the vehicle~

"Whoever that motherfucka belongs to, really needs to do something about that."

~The two continue pass the car before making it to the sidewalk and jogging down the street~

[zybala]

: We cut backstage to see Mike Zybala walking around holding something. He walks up to the door of BRIM and drops the object. It's a tombstone. GCWA fans will remember it being the one that Zybala has made for Duce Jones for their Buried Alive Graveyard match. "BRIM" has been spray painted over Duce's name. Zybala looks at it a bit before walking away. :

[BRIM]

~“Young Dolph’s song “Facts” can be heard blaring inside of BRIM’s living confines/locker room. BRIM watches footage of the OCW Championship Match between Outcast and Mike Zybala at Death March. Sitting comfortably on the teal couch with his feet kicked up, scrolling through a cell phone. Duce stands in front of a mirror, eye patch off, looking at the empty hole that once possessed his eyeball~

“Can’t believe dat muthafucka took my eye..”

“That was some crazy shit, huh bro?” ~Byson says without looking away from the phone~ “Practically ripped it from your skull. Hey, I know a guy if you want it surgically repaired.”

~Duce shakes his head in denial~

“Naw.. I’m good…” ~Duce rotates his left shoulder in a complete rotation~ “Last time I trusted one’a yo guys, they turned me inta Inspecta Gadget”

~Byson laughs~

“T’shit’s not funny, I ain’t been able t’see my babies like dis! I’d probably scare em half t’death.”

“How long has it been since you’ve seen your family?” ~BRIM asks~

“I dunno, maybe a year…? I’ve honestly lost track’a time..”

“Damn.. do you at least call them?”

“Yeah, I try ta stay in touch wit these burna phones dat we’ve been buyin’ but it’s nothin’ like seein’ their faces. Matta fact, B, lemme use dat phone real quick.”

“Hold up, I’m checking my stocks real fast.” ~Byson states~

“Now you know there ain’t no point in keepin’ up wit dat type’a shit. Tha money system gonna crash soon.”

“Well until then, I’m going to get these funds because staying in this locker room for days on end is not going to work.”

“Just gimme dat damn phone.” ~Duce closes out the app and continues to dial his children’s mother number~ “You must tryna stay somewhere like Exile Island?” ~Duce chuckles, walking towards the door on the locker room. Byson appears to be considering the idea~

“It has a freaking casino!”

~Looking back at Byson, Duce shakes his head, going to walk into the hallway. Someone picking up on the other end~

“Hey bab—”

~Duce trips over the tombstone, crashing hard into the ground. The cell phone goes flying from his grasps, smacking the concrete floor, the momentum sending it sliding further away from Jones. He lies there in pain~

“Fuck…”

~Byson and BRIM pop up at the door, looking down between Duce and the tombstone and putting two and two together~

“Damn, you good?”

~Gaining his bearings, Duce looks to the two and down to the tombstone. He sees his name crossed out by BRIM’s in spray paint~

“Ugh..”

~He doesn’t respond, simply gets to his feet and leave the two men standing there~

[zybala]

: We cut backstage to see Mike Zybala walking around holding something. He walks up to the door of BRIM and drops the object. It's the Savage Championship! Did Zybala break into Poblano's office and steal it? Is it a fancy replica from the sales kiosk? Knowing Zybala, it's probably the former. He probably destroywd some things in the office too. He leaves the title against the door. He puts a sticky note on the belt before walking away. The camera pans in on the note. :

" A REAL owner would have given this back to you as soon as The Purgeoning happened. Unlike Pablino who is treating you like its the 1800's.

Sincerely,
Your friendly, neighborhood Zybala Claus"

[zybala]

: We cut backstage to see a drunk Mike Zybala, bruised and bloody. He's wearing a #17 Josh Allen jersey with chicken wing and bleu cheese stains on it. He has small bits of broken tables clingy to his clothes. Clearly, he has not stopped celebrating the win over the Patriots. He stops walking when he sees the door to BRIM's locker room. Zybala starts pounding on the door, yelling for BRIM to stop ducking him and actually drop a promo. Someone walks down the hall and this catches Zybala's attention. He notices this person is also wearing an official NFL jersey. But this one is a Chiefs jersey. This infuriates the drunk Zybala, who yells at the person and starts chasing them, screaming that he's gonna beat him worse than Buffalo's gonna beat Mahomes. :

[BRIM]

~The OCW Savage Championship sits on a black marble coffee table that sits in the middle of BRIM’s locker room. The room has seemed to be upgraded from the last time we were able to check on BRIM and the gang. The dull couch that once resided in the space is now removed and replaced with a maroon sectional. A 60” television hangs from the right wall across from the sectional. Sitting comfortably on the new furniture piece is Byson Kaliban, his feet kicked up and head buried in his iPhone, he scrolls through different TikTok videos, occasionally stopping to have a laugh. In the back right corner, BRIM throws middle kicks at a heavy bag that hangs from the ceiling. The strikes are precise, each one ripping at the leather. Both men’s activities come to a halt when the door to the locker room opens up and Duce Jones enters. Both men stare at the second generation wrestler in a befuddled manner~



“Where the hell have you been?” ~Byson questions throwing his phone onto the cushion beside him~ “We’ve been searching like crazy for you?”



~BRIM shoots a side eye in Byson’s direction before focusing his attention to Duce~



“Have we really? I thought you were more concerned with making this locker room feel like home…” BRIM says using air quotations.



“I did my searching.”



“Yeah, through TikTok.”



“There’s a lot to be learned from TikTok.”



“Yea.. how t’look like a dumbass fo’ millions’a folks fo’ no reason..” ~Duce adds~



“No sir!” ~Byson exclaims~ “You can’t go missing for almost a month and just waltz back in here and add to the conversation. We’ve got some shit to discuss!”



~Duce cocks his head to the side~ “Month? It’s only been about three t’four hours at best.”



~The room grows quiet as all three men stand there. The silence speaks volumes as Byson and BRIM look at Duce as if he’s lost his everlasting mind~



“My guy…” ~BRIM coldly says as he moves closer to Duce~ “You’ve been gone for at least four weeks.”



~Duce’s face changes to one of concern himself as he looks back and forth between both men~



“Ain’t no way.. Afta’ I tripped ova dat bullshit dat Zybala left, I went t’tha Garden’a Betrayal t’do a bit’a interior decoratin’.. But when I got there, there was dis fountain right.. An’ somehow, someway, I began t’reflect on some thangs in my life. Y’all gotta check dat bitch out, it’s relaxtin’ as fuck”



“Anything attached to the Zybala name has shenanigans written all over it.” ~Byson says~



“He’s right Duce..” ~BRIM adds~ “Something’s not right. Let’s check this Garden of Betrayal out.”



~Duce nods. BRIM looks ready to go but Byson is persistently staring at Duce~



“Bro, what the hell happened to your eye?”



“Yeah man, you’re not wearing the eye patch anymore.”



~Duce grabs at his face, he rubs at the once missing eye and notices that it’s been replaced with a glass one. A look of astonishment falls over his face as he soon sprints from the locker room. Byson looks to BRIM, who looks back to him.. They both give chase. The three men stampede through the halls of the OCW Arena, dodging and weaving through personnel and staff members. Nearing an exit, Duce burst through the steel double doors, BRIM and Byson quickly in tow. They soon make it to the Garden of Betrayal, Duce standing there in awe as he suspiciously stares at the structure. Behind him, BRIM and Byson jog up, Byson placing his hand on Duce’s shoulder, exhausted from the quick sprint~



“What the hell is going on bro?”



Duce points at one of Zybala’s many projects/ventures~



“Dat place ain’t right..”