A story out of time (part 3ish)
Dec 19, 2022 19:33:56 GMT -5
Marcus Welsh, zybala, and 3 more like this
Post by zybala on Dec 19, 2022 19:33:56 GMT -5
Tommy was good to his word. Despite the weapons I had in my car, I passed the Canadian border with no problem. I was more than surprised. The Canadian guy Tommy served with musta been a bigwig. One less problem that I have to deal with. Lord knows I don't need more. Big Bifford has had almost a week to get ahead of me, so I gotta be smart. If Uchiha's intel was good, and it better be, Bifford had two stops to make.
The fake shoes factory and the land with a budding oil rig. That would be the one I would head to. I figure Biff would only stop at the shoe factory to check out the quality of the fake leather and then mosey on. I don't peg the fat man to be interested in shoes so much. Especially with the depression going on. People would rather buy bread than fancy shoes.
That leaves the oil rig. It takes me three days to get to Alberta, Canada. I ask some of the locals about where I can find the nearest oil rig. I thought the French I learned during The Great War would help me, but the Canadians spoke a strange dialect. Lots of "aboots" "ehs" and "buddehs." They couldn't seem to grasp my accent either. They DID seemed very apologetic for the language gap.
After much work, we managed to find a common tongue of English, just as long as certain words that were affected by our respective accents were avoided. They looked at my map and my directions from the stool pigeon and circled what I hoped was the right way. After purchasing some moose jerky for the road, I get back in my car and take off. I pray that I find Bifford to make all this trouble worth it. If the notoriously mysterious PIC person is with him, that would make it all the better.
Another hour of driving and I arrive at a half completed oil rig. I zip up my coat, grab my gun and a duffle bag before I leave the car. I track through the snow and cold, trying to be as quiet as possible. As I approach the rig, I hear voices on the wind. I head to where I think they are and eventually they lead me to The Big Bifford! I'm half tempted to shoot him right then but I pause when I see who he's talking to. It's NY governor Steve Wilson!
Did Biff kidnap him?? I eavesdrop and the more I hear, the more I get confused. It sounds like they're…. friends??? I get tired of being in the dark and confront them. They look at me uninterested, and go back to talking to each other. I fire my gun in the air and they pay attention finally. I ask what's going on and Wilson explains that he is PIC! Person in Charge! Wilson is the reason Biff stays out of jail. Biff is his financial backer for his presidential campaign! The governor wants all the power. To be the top guy. He even has presidential aspirations! Steve then pulls out a gun and shoots me!
I crumple to the floor, bleeding from the hole right under the heart. I think he got my lung. Biff starts arguing that he wanted to be the one who ended me! The two bicker and even pull guns on each other as I use the last of my strength to reach in my bag and pull out a few sticks of dynamite. If I die, I'm taking them out with me. I light the fuses and watch them burn down. I chuck the T.N.T. at the two just as the fuse burns away completely. It explodes, the pair finally realizing I wasn't down and out and fuck this writer's block!!
The fake shoes factory and the land with a budding oil rig. That would be the one I would head to. I figure Biff would only stop at the shoe factory to check out the quality of the fake leather and then mosey on. I don't peg the fat man to be interested in shoes so much. Especially with the depression going on. People would rather buy bread than fancy shoes.
That leaves the oil rig. It takes me three days to get to Alberta, Canada. I ask some of the locals about where I can find the nearest oil rig. I thought the French I learned during The Great War would help me, but the Canadians spoke a strange dialect. Lots of "aboots" "ehs" and "buddehs." They couldn't seem to grasp my accent either. They DID seemed very apologetic for the language gap.
After much work, we managed to find a common tongue of English, just as long as certain words that were affected by our respective accents were avoided. They looked at my map and my directions from the stool pigeon and circled what I hoped was the right way. After purchasing some moose jerky for the road, I get back in my car and take off. I pray that I find Bifford to make all this trouble worth it. If the notoriously mysterious PIC person is with him, that would make it all the better.
Another hour of driving and I arrive at a half completed oil rig. I zip up my coat, grab my gun and a duffle bag before I leave the car. I track through the snow and cold, trying to be as quiet as possible. As I approach the rig, I hear voices on the wind. I head to where I think they are and eventually they lead me to The Big Bifford! I'm half tempted to shoot him right then but I pause when I see who he's talking to. It's NY governor Steve Wilson!
Did Biff kidnap him?? I eavesdrop and the more I hear, the more I get confused. It sounds like they're…. friends??? I get tired of being in the dark and confront them. They look at me uninterested, and go back to talking to each other. I fire my gun in the air and they pay attention finally. I ask what's going on and Wilson explains that he is PIC! Person in Charge! Wilson is the reason Biff stays out of jail. Biff is his financial backer for his presidential campaign! The governor wants all the power. To be the top guy. He even has presidential aspirations! Steve then pulls out a gun and shoots me!
I crumple to the floor, bleeding from the hole right under the heart. I think he got my lung. Biff starts arguing that he wanted to be the one who ended me! The two bicker and even pull guns on each other as I use the last of my strength to reach in my bag and pull out a few sticks of dynamite. If I die, I'm taking them out with me. I light the fuses and watch them burn down. I chuck the T.N.T. at the two just as the fuse burns away completely. It explodes, the pair finally realizing I wasn't down and out and fuck this writer's block!!
: We cut to see a frustrated looking Zybala sitting in his bed next to his wife. He closes a laptop and pushes it away in frustration. Cathy puts down her book and looks at him. :
Writer's block?
This promo script just won't unravel! The first two flowed from my brain to my fingers so easily! The filming went easy! But this! This is so stubborn!
Do you need a script? Why not just do a regular promo and then train for the match?
Because this might be my last promo ever! I want it to be epic! Memorial! Something that stands the test of time! If I lose to Biff or PIC, that's it. I'm gone and I wanna make sure I'm remembered.
Don't worry about it so much. You'll always be remembered. One promo being good or not doesn't erase 19 years of a career. It's just a promo. It's not like it affects the match outcome. You just do whatever, then go in and beat those other two. If you can't, you retire and spend more time at home with me. It's a win, win situation. Either you're the world champion or you spend more time with your wife.
Yeah, that would be a big plus. You're right. I'm stressing over this too much. I'm gonna go to sleep, and figure this out tomorrow. Goodnight, my love. I love you.
I love you too, hunni bear. Sweet dreams.
You too.
: The Zybala's kiss goodnight before Mike rolls over and puts his CPAP mask on and eases down into his pillows. Cathy continues to read as Mike almost instantly falls asleep. Some time later, Mike wakes up with annoyance. He has to pee. A trait his fellow middle agers Biff and PIC surely share. He chuckles at the thought. People are gonna be paying to watch three almost 40 and 40 something year-olds fight. He turns to see Cathy isn't in bed. Hoping she isn't pooping, Mike takes off his mask and gets out of bed.
As he walks down stairs carefully, avoiding his cats sleeping on the steps for whatever reason. He walks through his house, and announces his presence to his wife, not wanting to startle her. He gets to the bathroom door and hears the shower running. Mike looks at the stove clock. 12:04. Mike wonders why his wife is showering this late as he opens the door. He announces himself once more before pulling open the shower curtain. His wife isn't there. Instead, it's Marcus Welsh, draped in many championship belts. Mike lets out a loud scream, and Welsh does the same. :
What the fuck are you doing in my shower?!?!
To warn you, Mike.
Warn me?! That you broke in?! Where's Cathy?!!?
To warn you about losing your desire to finally win the OCW World Title! It's a dark and grim path you're starting down.
.........What??
Tonight, you will be visited by three ghosts, just like me.
Oh no…. No, no, no. This is a dream. I knew I shouldn't have tried those gummies before bed. This is a messed up dream.
:Annoyed, the Welsh spirit shakes the titles and moans, causing a loud ruckus. Zybala covers his ears until Welsh stops. Zybala lowers his hands and points at the belts.:
What's the deal with those?
This is my eternal punishment. I'm forced to carry every title I have screwed you out of while we were enemies. As you can see, it was a lot.
That totally pans out. That's sarcasm by the way. How did you die, by the way?
I went to check out the oil rig in Fox Creek and accidentally fell down a shaft. That actually might be a great way to take Biff out of the match.
Yeah, his fat ass will get stuck in there and I can focus on PIC.
: The two share a laugh before Welsh continues the spooky ghost routine. :
Tonight, you will be visited by three specters to show you the errors of your ways. For if you don't change, your punishment will be worse than mine!!!
:With a ghostly wail, Welsh fades from existence. Zybala shakes his head and goes back to his bedroom, not using the bathroom. Never pee in dreams, people. He gets back in bed and closes his eyes, thinking he'll wake up, then use the bathroom. His eyes shoot open again at loud noises and a slight glow of light. He sits up to see his t.v. showing him in the ring beating down Matt Meyhu. He remembers this. It's the night he cashed in his Survivors contract. :
Honey, why are you watching….
: Mike turns to his wife, but sees a transparent Alice Knight!! She is holding a world title in one hand and a remote in the other. She turns to Mike, and smiles as Mike stares at and through her.. :
Hoot! Hoot! You Handsome man, you!
Damnit, I'm still dreaming! And I still gotta pee. And why are you watching this?
To show you how happy you looked holding the world title. What happened to that Mike??
An OCW career full of screw jobs and disappointments. Marcus nullified this win and Vargas screwed me when I faced Meyhu in the cage.
Come on, sour puss. I got something to show you that'll really make you hoot for joy! Get it?
Can I just wake up? I REALLY need to use the bathroom.
: Ignoring Zybala, Alice grabs him by the wrist and the two are sucked into the t.v.! There is a blinding light and when it goes away, Mike can see him and Alice sitting among a raucous wrestling crowd! They have front row seats and Alice immediately starts cheering. Confused, Zybala looks up in the ring. He sees himself!! He's fighting Outcast! Zybala remembers this. Frowning, he watches the match.
He sees Welsh hold onto Outcast's leg before quickly releasing it and backing away, hands in the air. Outcast stumbles back, furious before turning around into a SUPERKICK!!!!! Outcast falls to the mat! The fans go wild!!! Zybala jumps on top of him as the ref and fans count to three! The bell rings and humanity goes wild as Belvedere announces Zybala the new World champ. Zybala is overcome with emotion as Welsh helps him up and hands him the world title. Alice looks at current Mike. :
See? Look at you! You're so happy up there! That's the Mikey-Z you need to be. Someone who wanted the world title with everything he's got! The sexy stud who gets stabbed in ofrice and still fights on! No matter how good or bad it feels.
Just wait for it.
: Zybala wants to stay and celebrate, but Welsh starts to shove him towards the ropes. Welsh exits and holds the ropes open for the injured OCW Champion, before Gregory Poblano appears on the OCWTron. He restarts the match and Zybala sadly hands the world title back to Scruff. Outcast then runs up and drops Zybala with BURNOUT!!!! Outcast pins past Zybala as current Mike looks at Alice.:
See? No matter what, I always get screwed out of the world belt. Maybe I should just let PIC and Biff fight and quit when I wake up…
Oh no, mister. I'm not done with you yet.
Alice grabs Mike's wrist again and blinding light fills the air. When it fades, Mike finds himself on a beach. Alice is beside him and points triumphantly to a cave. Mike looks over and sees tLS pulling TLS out of the hole. TLS pulls off tLS to reveal a sobbing Zybala. He clutches his tag title as Alice looks smug. She turns to Mike, who is also crying. The smugness grows. :[/i]
See? There's that passion. You did with TLS that PIC couldn't do. You won the tag team titles! That's the Zybala that can be a champion again. Trust me. As someone who has pinned Bifford, something else PIC hasn't done, I know what I'm talking about. If you tap into this Zybala, you'll be giving me a world title shot in no time!!
I guess. This was a great moment. I wouldn't mind feeling it again.
:Before Mike can say any more, the bright light flashes again. Mike finds himself in his bed again, CPAP machine on his face. FINALLY! He thinks. He's awake. Mike takes off the mask and shuts the machine off. He nudges Cathy who is sleeping next to him. :
Honey, wake up. I had the strangest dream. It couldn't have been any weirder…
: Cathy rolls over and Mike sees it isn't his wife! It's a transparent PIC! The spector smirks. :
Baby, you have no idea.
: Zybala screams as a thought passes through his brain. :
Goddamnit! I still have to pee!!
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