Post by zybala on May 12, 2022 13:26:36 GMT -5
: I would like, if I may, to take you on a little time trip. Let's go back to just after the last Massacre show that was all up in Djibouti. Will is right, that joke is funny every time. Anyways, we see Mike Zybala dressed in khaki shorts and his Unworthy Club t-shirt. Of course, he also has his tag team title wrapped around his waist. He is looking over a buffet table, looking to see if anything good is leftover from the day. Beating TMZ almost single handedly works up an appetite. As he picks up a pair of tongs and uses them to lift a piece of chicken to investigate, we see CAP SLOCK walk up behind Zybala. :
CAP: CONGRATULATIONS ON A VERY SUCCESSFUL TITLE DEFENSE, MR. ZYBALA.
: Zybala let's out a yelp of surprise as he drops the tongs and, by proxy, the chicken leg. The chicken lands on the rest of the food with a soft thud while the metal tongs clang noisily against the tray. Zybala turns around with a hand over his chest. He sees CAP standing there, smiling. :
Zybala: Jeezus, CAP. You can't sneak up on people like that. You almost gave me a heart attack, which is the last thing I need. I don't really trust the Healthcare system here in Djibouti.
CAP: SORRY ABOUT THAT, SIR. I JUST WANTED TO CONGRATULATE YOU AND DELIVER TWO MESSAGES FROM MR. WELSH.
Zybala: Really? Marcus couldn't have done it himself? He has my number after all…
: Zybala turns back to the food, looking at the chicken again. Is it supposed to smell like that, or is that just the natural smell of Djibouti? He makes a hand motion to signal the CAPTAIN to continue. :
CAP: MR. WELSH IS CURRENTLY BUSY WITH HIS THERAPY WITH KNIFE MAN AT THE MOMENT.
Zybala: Good. He needs to work through some shit. If he won't open up to his closest friend, being me, at least he'll talk to Knifey. So what does the big boss have to say?
CAP: AFTER THE RECORD AMOUNT OF SEGMENTS SET BY ALICE KNIGHT, MR. WELSH WANTS YOU TO COME UP WITH EVEN SEVENTEEN! IDEAS FOR NEXT WEEK TO BREAK THE RECORD.
: Zybala, who found a piece that looked safe to eat, had just taken a bite when CAP relayed the message. Zybala spits out the food in shock and starts coughing and splattering. He composes himself and turns to face SLOCK. :
Zybala: Seventeen?!?!?! Is he kidding? That's insane. I know Biffora and Alice just did a crazy amount but shit. That's too much, man. Especially with Marcus being…. preoccupied at the moment with his therapy. I have to up the slack in terms of owner duties. People need to get paid and the Djibouti pay-per-view needs planning. I know I'm busy with defending the tag team titles and now facing TLS in a number one contenders match. I need to pick up the slack to keep the ship afloat and prepare for facing TLS.
CAP: SPEAKING OF PREPARING FOR MATCHES, MR. WELSH HAS BOOKED YOU FOR SINGLES COMPETITION FOR NEXT WEEK'S MASSACRE.
Zybala: (Talking in between bites) Oh? And what poor victim did Markie Mark put in my path?
CAP: YOU WILL BE FACING C.J. O'DONNELL, SIR.
: Zybala stops chewing for a brief second before swallowing the bit of chicken. He ponders this revelation for a moment before the smallest of smiles appear on his lips. :
Zybala: So, the time has finally come.
CAP: SIR?
Zybala: I always knew this day would come. It was never a matter of if, only a matter of when. I knew I would eventually have to pay for all the shit I did against The Aptitude.
CAP: SURELY HE IS OVER ALL OF THAT. IT WAS ALMOST FIVE YEARS AGO AFTER ALL.
Zybala: Who knows. I'm not going to pretend that to know C.J. all that well. He may consider all of that stuff water under the bridge. I think he would be more upset at the recent matches that Alice and I had. Who know though. All I know is that Marcus if giving away a pay-per-view level match on free t.v.
CAP: TO BE FAIR
Zybala: To be faaaaaaahhhhrrr… sorry, Letterkenny reference. Go on.
CAP: AS I WAS GOING TO SAY, MOST OF OCW's MATCHES ARE OF PPV QUALITY.
Zybala: We do have a stacked roster. And a lot of egos too. I'm surprised that Djibouti is able to handle all of us.
: Zybala chuckles a bit at his own lame joke. CAP stares blankly, the joke going over his head. Zybala then notices as The Dravers walk past on the opposite side of the room with some luggage. They are deep in conversation and don't seem to notice Zybala or the good captain. They exit through a door and disappear out of site. Zybala turns his attention back to CAP SLOCK. :
Zybala: At least those two ass hats are something C.J. and I agree about…
CAP: OH? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
Zybala: We both think that those two and PerZag are WorthLESS. Going on and on about how they matter and have done nothing to prove it. They may think the same about me, but at least I have the title they failed to get. C.J. and Alice would mostly never join The Unworthy Club, but we can all agree that the WorthLESS have already out stayed their welcome.
CAP: MAYBE. BUT AS INVIGORATING THIS CONVERSATION IS, I HAVE MORE DUTIES TO ATTEND TO.
Zybala: Alright, Captain. I got stuff to do too.. I gotta find a ref to constantly follow C.J. and Alice around…
CAP: WHY?
Zybala: Because Alice is the new O.O.C. champion, of course! I'm sure in their… adult activities… they'll be "pinning" each other a lot, and I want the ref present for title changes..
CAP: I DON'T THINK EITHER OF THEN WILL BE HAPPY WITH THAT..
Zybala: I'll tell the ref to be sneaky then. The integrity of the title history must be precise!
: Zybala smacks his hand against the table, startling the captain. Zybala composes himself and smiles, embarrassed at his action. ;
Zybala: Anyways, you take care. And do tell Marcus he needs to relax a bit more. You shouldn't work so hard either. Go on some tour group trips, see the sight. Take advantage of everything Djibouti has to offer. You're not in Djibouti often. Enjoy Djibouti my good Captain.
: CAP SLOCK merely nods and walks away. Zybala is shocked that he didn't even get a smirk out of the captain with all his puns and jokes. This will not stand. Zybala finishes eating his chicken and heads off to find someone who will at least chuckle at Djibouti. The scene fades to black. :
It's almost been five long years since I made my unofficial OCW debut at a random Massacre as some masked figure. For weeks on end, I targeted the biggest stars in OCW at the time, The Aptitude. Matt Meyhu, Ian Bishop, Bradley Carrington and of course, C.J. O'Donnell. Every Massacre, I kept them on their toes, wondering where I would strike from next. Despite a lot of red herrings and misdirection such as socks with poker chips in them and televisions being used as weapons. C.J. seemed to have the most suspicion that the figure was me…
Then Stainless Steel Ride happened. I debuted in the biggest way I could imagine. I had Rick Astley distract everyone as I ran into that prison yard and laid out Meyhu and C.J. with a pair of superkicks. Then I pulled off the mask and the rest is history. My first official match with an Aptitude member was with Carrington, who FINALLY broke my Undertaker like streak against him when he had outside help to beat me. Then I went into a feud with Meyhu where I cashed in my Survivor contract on him twice, the first time was a misunderstanding on how it worked. Then I had a one off match against Ian in GCWA where I lost. Zero and three against The Aptitude is not a record I'm proud of. But there is one last member. Someone it has taken almost five years to get a match with. All because of some random booking for Massacre. I said I wanted a competitive match and holy shit, am I gonna get one.
The Distinguished C.J. O'Donnell. The last surviving member of The Aptitude on the OCW roster. The man who buried Bishop to make sure he was the last member in OCW. A man who has been on my wrestling bucket list. Someone who will be one of the hardest challenges I have ever faced. A man who doesn't live in the past, but buries it alive. I honestly would have helped you bury TIO, but I got lost on the Island. Not that you needed my help, but ever since Duce, I kinda wanna bury someone alive again, in a somewhat legal capacity… Don't ask. The point is, you are one tough son of a bitch. Unfortunately for you, So am I.
Not just physically. Sure, I can give as good as I get. Just ask people like BRIM, my tag partner, or even your partner. They can tell you that I can take a beating and keep dragging my bloody and bruised self back for more. As long as I can breathe, I will never stop fighting. I'm also mentally tough too. With all the shit I've been through like almost winning the world title, only to have some douche bag changing the refs decision to eating loss after loss after loss, I never quit. Most people would have called it a day, retired and take the watch and heartfelt goodbye. That's not my style. I don't like to give up. I my mind won't let my body quit if it can keep going. Despite having more loses than wins, despite a title win slipping from my fingertips, despite everyone looking at me like a joke, I will never ever give up.
That's why I'm always smiling and joking. It helps keep me going and my spirits up. After almost twenty long years of wrestling, I never lost my love for this business or my desire for entertaining the fans or my drive to keep going. If being a Power Ranger or wearing Unworthy Club merchandise or being a goofy asshole keeps me going, I'm gonna do it. Regardless of the opinions of others. How I act out of the ring doesn't dictate how I wrestle. But you'll finally find that out first hand on Monday when we beat the living hell out of each other. It may be a throw away match on a random Massacre, but that doesn't matter to men like us. We want to win whether it's a main event pay-per-view match or a curtain jerker on Outsiders.
And I bet that's what TLS is banking on. He wants you to kick my ass and make it so I won't be able to face him. He's already looking for my replacement. That's how much faith he has in me. Maybe you should use that golden phone as leverage to get into our contenders match. Get a shot to go after the world title. Or do with it what you want. It won't matter either way, cause when you and I are done, I'm gonna go on to beat TLS, then beat whoever is holding the world championship becoming the World and Tag Team champions. Then it won't matter if you have a Golden phone, a Silverfreak, a Lime Marvel, or even a Purple VIP (shudders at that thought) When you all see Mike Zybala finally winning the world title, you'll all be Green with envy of this misfit Ranger.
CAP: CONGRATULATIONS ON A VERY SUCCESSFUL TITLE DEFENSE, MR. ZYBALA.
: Zybala let's out a yelp of surprise as he drops the tongs and, by proxy, the chicken leg. The chicken lands on the rest of the food with a soft thud while the metal tongs clang noisily against the tray. Zybala turns around with a hand over his chest. He sees CAP standing there, smiling. :
Zybala: Jeezus, CAP. You can't sneak up on people like that. You almost gave me a heart attack, which is the last thing I need. I don't really trust the Healthcare system here in Djibouti.
CAP: SORRY ABOUT THAT, SIR. I JUST WANTED TO CONGRATULATE YOU AND DELIVER TWO MESSAGES FROM MR. WELSH.
Zybala: Really? Marcus couldn't have done it himself? He has my number after all…
: Zybala turns back to the food, looking at the chicken again. Is it supposed to smell like that, or is that just the natural smell of Djibouti? He makes a hand motion to signal the CAPTAIN to continue. :
CAP: MR. WELSH IS CURRENTLY BUSY WITH HIS THERAPY WITH KNIFE MAN AT THE MOMENT.
Zybala: Good. He needs to work through some shit. If he won't open up to his closest friend, being me, at least he'll talk to Knifey. So what does the big boss have to say?
CAP: AFTER THE RECORD AMOUNT OF SEGMENTS SET BY ALICE KNIGHT, MR. WELSH WANTS YOU TO COME UP WITH EVEN SEVENTEEN! IDEAS FOR NEXT WEEK TO BREAK THE RECORD.
: Zybala, who found a piece that looked safe to eat, had just taken a bite when CAP relayed the message. Zybala spits out the food in shock and starts coughing and splattering. He composes himself and turns to face SLOCK. :
Zybala: Seventeen?!?!?! Is he kidding? That's insane. I know Biffora and Alice just did a crazy amount but shit. That's too much, man. Especially with Marcus being…. preoccupied at the moment with his therapy. I have to up the slack in terms of owner duties. People need to get paid and the Djibouti pay-per-view needs planning. I know I'm busy with defending the tag team titles and now facing TLS in a number one contenders match. I need to pick up the slack to keep the ship afloat and prepare for facing TLS.
CAP: SPEAKING OF PREPARING FOR MATCHES, MR. WELSH HAS BOOKED YOU FOR SINGLES COMPETITION FOR NEXT WEEK'S MASSACRE.
Zybala: (Talking in between bites) Oh? And what poor victim did Markie Mark put in my path?
CAP: YOU WILL BE FACING C.J. O'DONNELL, SIR.
: Zybala stops chewing for a brief second before swallowing the bit of chicken. He ponders this revelation for a moment before the smallest of smiles appear on his lips. :
Zybala: So, the time has finally come.
CAP: SIR?
Zybala: I always knew this day would come. It was never a matter of if, only a matter of when. I knew I would eventually have to pay for all the shit I did against The Aptitude.
CAP: SURELY HE IS OVER ALL OF THAT. IT WAS ALMOST FIVE YEARS AGO AFTER ALL.
Zybala: Who knows. I'm not going to pretend that to know C.J. all that well. He may consider all of that stuff water under the bridge. I think he would be more upset at the recent matches that Alice and I had. Who know though. All I know is that Marcus if giving away a pay-per-view level match on free t.v.
CAP: TO BE FAIR
Zybala: To be faaaaaaahhhhrrr… sorry, Letterkenny reference. Go on.
CAP: AS I WAS GOING TO SAY, MOST OF OCW's MATCHES ARE OF PPV QUALITY.
Zybala: We do have a stacked roster. And a lot of egos too. I'm surprised that Djibouti is able to handle all of us.
: Zybala chuckles a bit at his own lame joke. CAP stares blankly, the joke going over his head. Zybala then notices as The Dravers walk past on the opposite side of the room with some luggage. They are deep in conversation and don't seem to notice Zybala or the good captain. They exit through a door and disappear out of site. Zybala turns his attention back to CAP SLOCK. :
Zybala: At least those two ass hats are something C.J. and I agree about…
CAP: OH? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
Zybala: We both think that those two and PerZag are WorthLESS. Going on and on about how they matter and have done nothing to prove it. They may think the same about me, but at least I have the title they failed to get. C.J. and Alice would mostly never join The Unworthy Club, but we can all agree that the WorthLESS have already out stayed their welcome.
CAP: MAYBE. BUT AS INVIGORATING THIS CONVERSATION IS, I HAVE MORE DUTIES TO ATTEND TO.
Zybala: Alright, Captain. I got stuff to do too.. I gotta find a ref to constantly follow C.J. and Alice around…
CAP: WHY?
Zybala: Because Alice is the new O.O.C. champion, of course! I'm sure in their… adult activities… they'll be "pinning" each other a lot, and I want the ref present for title changes..
CAP: I DON'T THINK EITHER OF THEN WILL BE HAPPY WITH THAT..
Zybala: I'll tell the ref to be sneaky then. The integrity of the title history must be precise!
: Zybala smacks his hand against the table, startling the captain. Zybala composes himself and smiles, embarrassed at his action. ;
Zybala: Anyways, you take care. And do tell Marcus he needs to relax a bit more. You shouldn't work so hard either. Go on some tour group trips, see the sight. Take advantage of everything Djibouti has to offer. You're not in Djibouti often. Enjoy Djibouti my good Captain.
: CAP SLOCK merely nods and walks away. Zybala is shocked that he didn't even get a smirk out of the captain with all his puns and jokes. This will not stand. Zybala finishes eating his chicken and heads off to find someone who will at least chuckle at Djibouti. The scene fades to black. :
It's almost been five long years since I made my unofficial OCW debut at a random Massacre as some masked figure. For weeks on end, I targeted the biggest stars in OCW at the time, The Aptitude. Matt Meyhu, Ian Bishop, Bradley Carrington and of course, C.J. O'Donnell. Every Massacre, I kept them on their toes, wondering where I would strike from next. Despite a lot of red herrings and misdirection such as socks with poker chips in them and televisions being used as weapons. C.J. seemed to have the most suspicion that the figure was me…
Then Stainless Steel Ride happened. I debuted in the biggest way I could imagine. I had Rick Astley distract everyone as I ran into that prison yard and laid out Meyhu and C.J. with a pair of superkicks. Then I pulled off the mask and the rest is history. My first official match with an Aptitude member was with Carrington, who FINALLY broke my Undertaker like streak against him when he had outside help to beat me. Then I went into a feud with Meyhu where I cashed in my Survivor contract on him twice, the first time was a misunderstanding on how it worked. Then I had a one off match against Ian in GCWA where I lost. Zero and three against The Aptitude is not a record I'm proud of. But there is one last member. Someone it has taken almost five years to get a match with. All because of some random booking for Massacre. I said I wanted a competitive match and holy shit, am I gonna get one.
The Distinguished C.J. O'Donnell. The last surviving member of The Aptitude on the OCW roster. The man who buried Bishop to make sure he was the last member in OCW. A man who has been on my wrestling bucket list. Someone who will be one of the hardest challenges I have ever faced. A man who doesn't live in the past, but buries it alive. I honestly would have helped you bury TIO, but I got lost on the Island. Not that you needed my help, but ever since Duce, I kinda wanna bury someone alive again, in a somewhat legal capacity… Don't ask. The point is, you are one tough son of a bitch. Unfortunately for you, So am I.
Not just physically. Sure, I can give as good as I get. Just ask people like BRIM, my tag partner, or even your partner. They can tell you that I can take a beating and keep dragging my bloody and bruised self back for more. As long as I can breathe, I will never stop fighting. I'm also mentally tough too. With all the shit I've been through like almost winning the world title, only to have some douche bag changing the refs decision to eating loss after loss after loss, I never quit. Most people would have called it a day, retired and take the watch and heartfelt goodbye. That's not my style. I don't like to give up. I my mind won't let my body quit if it can keep going. Despite having more loses than wins, despite a title win slipping from my fingertips, despite everyone looking at me like a joke, I will never ever give up.
That's why I'm always smiling and joking. It helps keep me going and my spirits up. After almost twenty long years of wrestling, I never lost my love for this business or my desire for entertaining the fans or my drive to keep going. If being a Power Ranger or wearing Unworthy Club merchandise or being a goofy asshole keeps me going, I'm gonna do it. Regardless of the opinions of others. How I act out of the ring doesn't dictate how I wrestle. But you'll finally find that out first hand on Monday when we beat the living hell out of each other. It may be a throw away match on a random Massacre, but that doesn't matter to men like us. We want to win whether it's a main event pay-per-view match or a curtain jerker on Outsiders.
And I bet that's what TLS is banking on. He wants you to kick my ass and make it so I won't be able to face him. He's already looking for my replacement. That's how much faith he has in me. Maybe you should use that golden phone as leverage to get into our contenders match. Get a shot to go after the world title. Or do with it what you want. It won't matter either way, cause when you and I are done, I'm gonna go on to beat TLS, then beat whoever is holding the world championship becoming the World and Tag Team champions. Then it won't matter if you have a Golden phone, a Silverfreak, a Lime Marvel, or even a Purple VIP (shudders at that thought) When you all see Mike Zybala finally winning the world title, you'll all be Green with envy of this misfit Ranger.