Post by zybala on Jan 12, 2022 10:54:42 GMT -5
: The scene opens up and we see crystal clear waters crashing against a sandy beach. A jungle can be seen further inland. Once again, we ask you to join us on Exile Island. It's been awhile since we've joined Mike Zybala here, not since his match against his former protege and friend, Peter Vaughn. Anyway, we see Zybala sitting cross legged on a large rock, eyes closed and deep in meditation. The man can not be comfortable on the rock, but he sits still. If he can go through the pain of deciphering a Duce Jones promo without pausing every two seconds and going to UrbanDictionary.com, he can sit on a bumpy rock.
Eventually, his meditation is broken when a member of his hotel staff walks up to the rock and clears his throat. Zybala opens his eyes and looks towards the sound. He sees Aaron, the man he confused for Vaughn once before. Behind Aaron is a group of six people, all dressed like they're on Survivor, but their shirts have the Exile Island logo instead. They all have wooden spears. Zybala uncrosses his legs, hops down to the sand and stretches. Aaron hands him what looks to be a weighted vest. Zybala puts it on before addressing his employee. :
Eventually, his meditation is broken when a member of his hotel staff walks up to the rock and clears his throat. Zybala opens his eyes and looks towards the sound. He sees Aaron, the man he confused for Vaughn once before. Behind Aaron is a group of six people, all dressed like they're on Survivor, but their shirts have the Exile Island logo instead. They all have wooden spears. Zybala uncrosses his legs, hops down to the sand and stretches. Aaron hands him what looks to be a weighted vest. Zybala puts it on before addressing his employee. :
Zybala: Thank you, Aaron. I take it these are the folks who opted for the Survivor package?
Aaron: Yes sir. Shall I lead them to the starting point or do you want the honors?
Zybala: Oh, I'll do it. It'll be a nice little workout. You can go back to the hotel.
: Aaron nods and walks away from the beach and towards the hotel. Zybala turns towards the group, four men and two women. He puts on his best manager smile as he addresses the group. :
Zybala: Good morning, folks. First off, thank you for choosing Exile Hotel and Casino for your vacation destination, and good for you for choosing our Survivor package. I hope you all had a great night's sleep because you're going to need it. With our Survivor Package, you will live exactly how I did when I took part in OCW Survivor. You will go into the forest with only the clothes on your back and the spear provided to you. You must live off the land for five full days, hunting what you eat, being careful of what you drink, and fending off the natural life.
Random Member: Didn't you kill all of them?
Zybala: No I didn't. I only killed the once that tried to kill me.
Rando 2: Well, didn't you tame them all at least?
Zybala: Yup. I tamed them. They know my scent. They don't know you. To the wild life in those trees, you are all intruders, and depending on what you run into, you're also a dinner option. That's why I commend you all for picking this. It shows real bravery and a little bit of healthy insanity. No more questions though. We're burning daylight. Let's go!
: Zybala picks up his own spear next to the rock and heads to the trees as the group follows. When they pass the tree line, it's as if the jungle comes to life. The group is surrounded by the noises of all the wild life. Mostly birds, but a few roars and screeches can be heard in the distance. While the vacationers seem to be a bit uneasy about the noises, Zybala looks at ease. Though, it's like he said. He's not on the menu. He barely looks where he's walking as if he knows the position of each root and stump by heart.
Deeper and deeper into the jungle Zybala leads the group. A member gasps when a low growl can be heard close by. Zybala motions for everyone to stop and they all freeze. They all look when a man screams and points towards a mass of vines and thickets. A panther, though missing an eye, is staring at the group intently. Zybala steps forward between the beast and the group. The panther crouches low and sniffs intently at Zybala. It growls and hisses loudly before slinking back in the bushes, watching the group.
Deeper and deeper into the jungle Zybala leads the group. A member gasps when a low growl can be heard close by. Zybala motions for everyone to stop and they all freeze. They all look when a man screams and points towards a mass of vines and thickets. A panther, though missing an eye, is staring at the group intently. Zybala steps forward between the beast and the group. The panther crouches low and sniffs intently at Zybala. It growls and hisses loudly before slinking back in the bushes, watching the group.
Rando 3: What the hell was that about?
Zybala: Oh, that's an old friend of mine.
: Zybala turns to the group and lifts his shorts pant leg to reveal a large scar that looks like something large bit him. :
Zybala: Brimstone here thought I looked like an easy meal some months back. She tried to take a big chunk out of my leg, so I took out her eye. She's not my biggest fan, but she learned not to fuck with me. Plus, she was a bit grumpy when I had her tranquilized so a bet could look at her eye. I may be violent enough to rule the jungle, but I still have a heart. Besides, I see all cats as big babies. I think I'll win her over one day.
: Zybala then quickly stabs his spear at the ground. A pained squeak is heard and Zybala lifts his spear. Skewered by the tip is some ferret looking animal, barely clinging to life. He takes it off the tip and tosses it at the panther. She sniffs at it before picking it up in her mouth and walking away. Zybala then walks off and the group follows him. They traverse the jungle for a while longer until they come to a clearing. Zybala motions for the group to stop. He starts stretching and the group follows his lead. Everything seems calm until Zybala lets out a loud, primal scream. The group is startled, holding their spears in a defensive position. A few orangutans walk into the clearing and Zybala smiles as he walks up to them. Zybala starts grunting and doing a form of sign language, to which the orangutans respond in kind. After a brief back and forth, the orangutans walk back into the trees. Zybala turns and walks back to the group. :
Zybala: Alright, gang. This is your starting point and homebase. For the next five days, this is home. It's up to you to make your own shelter and get your own food. As a courtesy to others, please make a hole elsewhere if you have to shit, and cover it up. At the end of the 5th day, someone will come to get you. Any questions?
Rando 1: What was with the monkeys?
Zybala: I was telling them to leave you alone until the next sun up. Let you have a night to get your "jungle legs" so to speak. After that, you're all free game. Anyone else?
Rando 4: Is it too late to back out?
Zybala: Yup. You all knew what you were signing up for. I was always open about what happens in the jungle. There were no secrets in the brochure or the instructional video. Even though this is my Island, I still wonder why people would volunteer to come out to this side. You're either nuts or an extreme survivalist. Though, I'm a little bit of both. Either way, more power to you for choosing the Survivor package. Good luck, Godspeed, and hopefully you will all make it out alive.
: Before anyone asks any more questions, Zybala takes off running; disappearing into the trees. The Survivor gang look nervously at each other, wondering what they got themselves into and regretting every decision they made in life that led them to this point. A loud roar can be heard coming from the trees as the scene fades to black…:
First off, I just wanna say "Wow." Pablino picked a hell of a ringer! He really wants to stay the "owner." He knows that he could never be able to beat me in a match. Pablino knew he couldn't even beat me in court, which is why he put the ownership of for grabs in a match with a wrestler of his choice. And did he make a great choice or what? Brim is a beast! Former Savage champ and the guy is the one who took me out of the Prison Yard match. BRIM, on paper, looks to be the favorite. If he wasn't facing me that is...
Though, I wanna say that BRIM just jumped up to the top of my respect list. I know he doesn't care, but holy shit! The balls on this mother fucker. I know I'm not the most physically imposing guy on the roster, and my record makes me look like an easy win. So I understand why BRIM would say yes to Pablino when he was looking for a gun for hire. But then BRIM goes on and actually requests for our match to be Three Stages of Hell. Not only that, but he wanted one match each to take place on my home turf! This ballsy bastard WANTED to fight me in The Outsiders Yard, The Garden of Betrayal, and Exile Island! BRIM wanted to give me home field advantage for every match in what has been dubbed a "Zybala's Inferno Match." A play off of "Dante's Inferno", instead of the 9 levels of hell, it's the three levels of MY insanity. I think someone is going for the title of most insane in OCW.
I get it though. I do. He's going for the ultimate bragging rights. BRIM already beat me in the Prison Yard match. Now he wants to go for total devastation. He wants payback for all the shit between him, Duce and I. Duce and I had a lot of shit between us and that spilled over to BRIM and I. The Prison Yard match was the first step. Now he wants to take me out in my "homes." He wants to be able to say that he beat me at my own game, in my own places, and prove that he is the true Savage Champion. He doesn't care about Pablino being owner. BRIM is just taking advantage of the situation to get his belt back and he'll do whatever he can to get it. I'm just the frosting on top to him.
And this is the perfect kind of match to have when BRIM has the Savage title on the line. Each level has its own special kind of danger. The Garden is probably the safest. Just a bunch of rare flowers and an indoor waterfall. The most danger is BRIM having a bad allergy attack, but don't worry. I'll help him out by washing the pollen from his eyes. Sure, I'll do that by water boarding him in the waterfall, but it's the thought that counts.
Then we have The Yard. The most famous yard in the business. This is where BRIM will start second guessing his choice to request this match. Broken beer bottles, discarded cans, plastic chairs that break easily and the pieces can be used as stabbing weapons. Plus all the stuff inside my house and garage. I can make use of my weed-wacker! The crabgrass on the lawn in proof that I don't use it. HEY! There's an idea. Knock BRIM down on a big patch of crabgrass and then use the weed whacker on him! There are so many things to do and use in The Yard. No matter what I do though, the end result will be the same. Me pinning BRIM in the middle of MY ring.
Then we go to the most savage place in the places I call home. We go to Exile Island. If BRIM was regretting his choices in The Yard, this is where he enters "Oh, fuck my life" territory. He may try to keep the fight to the resort part of the Island. He may want to wreck as much as he can in my hotel, and he can try. I'll just hit a jackpot by smashing his head through a slot machine. I have insurance for whatever damage we cause. But the fight won't stay in the hotel. I'll drag BRIM into the jungle if I have to. I'll have my staff drag him or load him on a forklift and drive him; but we WILL be going to the jungle. That's where you will truly learn the meaning of fear. All bets are off when we go into the jungle. My OCW ownership, your Savage belt, you being the biggest, baddest mother fucker around. All that goes out the window in the jungle. In there, you're gonna be nothing but prey. Whether it's because of the local wildlife, or me beating you to the point where me burying Duce alive looks like a good alternative, you're not leaving Exile in one piece. Hell, depending on what creatures are around, you might not be able to leave at all….
Though, I wanna say that BRIM just jumped up to the top of my respect list. I know he doesn't care, but holy shit! The balls on this mother fucker. I know I'm not the most physically imposing guy on the roster, and my record makes me look like an easy win. So I understand why BRIM would say yes to Pablino when he was looking for a gun for hire. But then BRIM goes on and actually requests for our match to be Three Stages of Hell. Not only that, but he wanted one match each to take place on my home turf! This ballsy bastard WANTED to fight me in The Outsiders Yard, The Garden of Betrayal, and Exile Island! BRIM wanted to give me home field advantage for every match in what has been dubbed a "Zybala's Inferno Match." A play off of "Dante's Inferno", instead of the 9 levels of hell, it's the three levels of MY insanity. I think someone is going for the title of most insane in OCW.
I get it though. I do. He's going for the ultimate bragging rights. BRIM already beat me in the Prison Yard match. Now he wants to go for total devastation. He wants payback for all the shit between him, Duce and I. Duce and I had a lot of shit between us and that spilled over to BRIM and I. The Prison Yard match was the first step. Now he wants to take me out in my "homes." He wants to be able to say that he beat me at my own game, in my own places, and prove that he is the true Savage Champion. He doesn't care about Pablino being owner. BRIM is just taking advantage of the situation to get his belt back and he'll do whatever he can to get it. I'm just the frosting on top to him.
And this is the perfect kind of match to have when BRIM has the Savage title on the line. Each level has its own special kind of danger. The Garden is probably the safest. Just a bunch of rare flowers and an indoor waterfall. The most danger is BRIM having a bad allergy attack, but don't worry. I'll help him out by washing the pollen from his eyes. Sure, I'll do that by water boarding him in the waterfall, but it's the thought that counts.
Then we have The Yard. The most famous yard in the business. This is where BRIM will start second guessing his choice to request this match. Broken beer bottles, discarded cans, plastic chairs that break easily and the pieces can be used as stabbing weapons. Plus all the stuff inside my house and garage. I can make use of my weed-wacker! The crabgrass on the lawn in proof that I don't use it. HEY! There's an idea. Knock BRIM down on a big patch of crabgrass and then use the weed whacker on him! There are so many things to do and use in The Yard. No matter what I do though, the end result will be the same. Me pinning BRIM in the middle of MY ring.
Then we go to the most savage place in the places I call home. We go to Exile Island. If BRIM was regretting his choices in The Yard, this is where he enters "Oh, fuck my life" territory. He may try to keep the fight to the resort part of the Island. He may want to wreck as much as he can in my hotel, and he can try. I'll just hit a jackpot by smashing his head through a slot machine. I have insurance for whatever damage we cause. But the fight won't stay in the hotel. I'll drag BRIM into the jungle if I have to. I'll have my staff drag him or load him on a forklift and drive him; but we WILL be going to the jungle. That's where you will truly learn the meaning of fear. All bets are off when we go into the jungle. My OCW ownership, your Savage belt, you being the biggest, baddest mother fucker around. All that goes out the window in the jungle. In there, you're gonna be nothing but prey. Whether it's because of the local wildlife, or me beating you to the point where me burying Duce alive looks like a good alternative, you're not leaving Exile in one piece. Hell, depending on what creatures are around, you might not be able to leave at all….