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: We continue our journey into the absolute insanity that is Mike Zybala's mind brought to life. We are in the Outsiders Arena, more commonly, and lovingly, known as The Yard. As all the chairs are in the garage and the food trucks aren't there, the backyard seems more spacious than usual. The lawn looks like it hasn't been mowed in a while, as weeds poke up from tall grass. We can even make out patches of the dreaded crabgrass; the most evil part of The Yard. Don't scoff. You don't know true pain until you've had crabgrass shoved down the back of your pants and someone hit you with an atomic drop. Shit goes to a whole different, weirder level in Outsiders. We hear a voice over of the owner of that yard. :

The Yard. Outsiders. Zybala's fantasy. Whatever you want to call it, I call it my home away from home. It is a place where people who want to become a wrestler prove their worth. Fresh faces who want to break into the business come here. Jobbers who want a new start come here to prove they can do more than stare at the lights. No matter the person or reason; those who come to The Yard are never the same again. They leave physically and mentally scarred, and better than they arrived. John E. Depth, Jack Puffer, Peter Vaughn. All names that got better after their stay in The Yard.

We see a pile of chairs in the ring and also Mike Zybala there as well. He is wrapping something around the ropes. A close up shows that Zybala is carefully wrapping barbed wire around the ropes. He is slow and deliberate in his motions, trying not to get caught in the wire. After a long time and going over every rope, he is finally done with his task. He steps in the middle of the ring and slowly spins in a circle and nods in satisfaction with a job well done. Zybala then grabs one of the chairs and leans it against the turnbuckles. He does this for all four corners. As the chairs are leaning, we get a better look at them. We can see duct tape wrapped around the chair, sticky side up, and what looks to be carpenter nails sticking through the tape. Zybala carefully slides under the bottom rope and heads off towards the garbage, opens the door, and enters as he closes the door behind him.

At Access Denied, during The Zybala's Inferno Match, I will be the Virgil to BRIM's Dante. I will proudly guide him through the realms of my creations, all the while making him regret ever choosing to challenge me to this match. I will be a good host though. I may plan on destroying BRIM, but I do have my manners. I will offer him something to eat and drink before the match. I'll show him around the house before taking him out back into The Yard.

A few moments later, we hear the sound of an engine coming to life. Around the side of the garage comes Zybala on a rising John Deere lawn mower. He gets to work mowing the lawn, while taking great care to circle around certain parts of the yard. A close up from the camera shows that these areas are crabgrass; the most dreaded "weapon" in The Yard. Zybala goes all over the combined three yards, making sure not to miss anything except the crabgrass closest to the ring. One would think that he was preparing to sell the house with the care he's taking. He eventually drives back to the front and we can only assume that Zybala has put away the mower.

Hopefully, BRIM will be pleasantly surprised by how well kept the Outsider's "arena" looks. I do try to make sure to keep it clean and tidy. I am very prideful when it comes to my fed. But how long will that admiration last when he sees what I've done to the my backyard? Sure, he'll probably overlook the crabgrass… everyone always underestimates the crabgrass… but what will he do when he sees the barbed wire wrapped around the ropes? How about the modified chairs? I think he would approve. After all, IF he wins, BRIM will get A Savage title. So why not try to win it in style? And this isn't the only surprise I'll have in store.

: Zybala doesn't come back out of the garage. Instead, we hear the sound of glass breaking from inside the garage. After a few minutes of this, the noise stops and the garage back door opens. Zybala walks out dragging a large trash can with a shovel sticking out behind him. He drags the can to the ring and grabs the shovel. He starts out the cans contents and spreads it around the ring. Thanks to the noises earlier, we know that it's broken glass. Zybala spreads shovel fulls around the ring; even shoveling some scoops into the ring. After going around the whole ring, Zybala leaves the can and shovel ringside before going in the garage again.:

If BRIM wants to get Savage, I'll get savage. I would say that I'm going to make him earn that title, but that implies that he has a chance of winning. That implies my failure, and that's not an option for me. While BRIM has a lump of metal that Poblano isn't even sure is the real thing, I am going for something more important. Something that was stolen from me. Unlike BRIM who lost the title in a match, my OCW ownership was taken from me illegally. I never signed any paperwork. I made no agreement. It was STOLEN from me!! Before I could bring OCW to bigger and better things, some imitation crab mac and cheese mother fucker stole MY company! And I am more than willing to go to any extremes to win it back!

: Zybala comes back out dragging two tables. He places them by the ring before going back to the garage. He drags out two more tables and starts to set them up around the ring; one for each side. Once more, Zybala goes into the garage and later emerges holding a roll of duct tape and a large shopping bag. He goes to one of the tables and starts rummaging in the bag. He pulls out an arm full of different things. We see him put sparklers, Roman Candles, M-80's and other fireworks on the table. He spreads them out before picking up the duct tape and begins taping the fireworks to the table. Zybala then pulls out a bottle of lighter fluid and puts it on the grass next to the table. He goes around the ring, repeating the process at each table.

After all the bullshit with Pablino, I'm beyond giving a shit about how I get my company back. If I get hurt, so be it. If I have to put you in the hospital for blood loss and third degree burns, oh well. I don't care whatever it takes but you're not walking out of our match as a champion. Though by now, you and your Fam should be used to me ruining your title hopes and fucking your respective shits up. I helped end Duce's GCWA North American title reign. I took the tag team belts from him and Byson. I buried Duce alive. And now, by you challenging me to this match, you're letting me complete the trilogy by taking away your Savage championship hopes…

: Zybala then grabs the shovel from the garbage can, and starts to dig a hole about ten feet from the ring. He keeps digging deeper and deeper into the dirt, sweating as time passes and the sun slowly fades. After hours, Zybala pulls himself out of a sizable hole and sets the shovel down. He wipes the sweat from his brow and sits for a moment to catch his breath. Zybala then walks to the garage again, before coming back out with something large in his hands. He places it next to the hole and walks into the house. We look at the object to see that it's a tombstone. It's the one Zybala made for Duce Jones for their Buried Alive Graveyard match, then spray painted "BRIM" over Duce's name. The scene fades to black.:

But all of this preparation won't make a lick of difference if you don't actually show up. Where the hell are you, BRIM? It's been weeks since anyone has heard of seen you. Don't tell me that you're getting cold feet. Did you realize that you made a huge mistake and just not gonna show up to the match? Are you ducking me? That doesn't seem like you to be a coward. Though how well do I really know you? The majority of our interactions have been you jumping me from behind and gaining up on me with Duce and Byson back in GCWA. The more I think about it, the more cowardly you look like. Maybe all the size and menace is just for show? If that's the case, I feel like a complete idiot for losing to you in the Prison Yard match. Maybe you won't show up after all…

That's okay. I'm sure Pablino has a plan B in case you wuss out. He actually probably has plans A to Z to keep me from winning my ownership back. I'm sure their are like twelve fake paper trailers and excuses for when I win. I wouldn't be surprised if he bought the Buccaneers, just to have them attack me in Florida. The fuckery has always been strong with OCW management when it comes to keeping me down. I've actually become used to it. You can't help but to become accustomed to the bullshit, especially when you LEGALLY pin the World champion for the three count and have the decision reversed. So yeah, I know Pablino is gonna do everything he can to screw me over. Well, almost everything. What he won't do is actually step in the ring with me. He knows he has no chance against me, which is why he denied my challenge against him. That's why he went out and got BRIM to be his dogsbody.

It doesn't matter who he picked though. This match is literally mine. The Island, The Garden, The Yard; all mine. I have home field advantage for all three stages. I know every inch, every danger, every way to use it all to my advantage. Whether it's stabbing BRIM with thorns from The Gardens most poisonous flowers or beating him with everything within the confines of The Yard; the match and ownership are mine. It doesn't matter I'm what order we go to the different venues or where we end up last, I'm going to win all three stages. I know it's a two out of three falls match, but I don't care. This match is a message to Pablino and BRIM that they both fucked up choosing this kind of match. I don't care if I have to drag a kicking, screaming, crying BRIM to the last stage. I don't care if Pablino tries to make the last round a double or nothing, winner takes all stipulation. I don't care if BRIM has to be hospitalized after the first round. He's not getting out of this match. I'm winning all three stages; life or death consequences be damned!