The stars are out in full force now. The moon sits above in its full glory.
A.B.: It has been a hell of a pay-per-view. This is our final bout and the main event of the evening.
Shamoon: This is our fifth match, but it feels like the tenth.
Dominga: Yeah, that's usually how pay-per-views work. They're long.
Ring Announcer: The following singles contest is a hardcore match and it is for the PSW Star Power Championship.
A primal roar is heard. The titanron shows a first-person shot of snowy forest. A burst of pyro and the lumbering hairy giant marches down to the ring to a chorus of boos.
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, from Saskatoon, Canada, Paul Grizzly!
Grizzly continues his march to the ring, climbing up the steps and stepping over the top rope. He raises his open palm and roars.
Shamoon: I just can't get over the sheer size of this man.
A.B.: With that size comes destructive power and a bad attitude.
Dominga: What's not to love about that?
Shamoon: I don't know, the excessive amount of body hair.
Dominga: ... Okay, I'll give you that one.
A.B.: Think of it like Samson from the Bible. The hairier he is, the stronger he'll be.
Shamoon: Really?
A.B.: Well... No, at least not to my knowledge, but his physical strength does in-fact rival that of an actual grizzly bear.
Dominga: I thought that was just a myth.
A.B.: Nope, it's been observed, studied and proven by science.
Vito and his small partner Cody walkout with microphones, greeting the crowd and fist-bumping.
Dominga: Look at these tontos.
The two of them lift their mics,
Cody: Hihy yo, Vito!
Vito: Yeah?
Cody (points at the ring): Whaht thihh hiell is that?
Vito (bends over and squints): I don' know. It sorta looks like a hairbawl on two legs.
Cody: Thihy wanht you to fihyit a haihřboll?
Vito: Apparently?
Dominga: Who do these idiots think they are?
Grizzly walks over to the ropes and orders a crewman to hand him a microphone. He turns to the duo.
Grizzly: So which one of you girls am I going to flattening?
Vito: Oh ho, da hairbawl tawks.
Grizzly: Haha. You two are funny, but I've got a title to win, so if one of you would be so kind as to get down here, so I can win and go home. That would be most appreciated.
Vito: Yuh got it 'rawng, old tima. Dat title's comin' home wit' me, but foist. Cody, tha case?
Cody pulls out a brown rectangular case and opens it. Inside are a pair of golden knuckle dusters.
Dominga: Oh, come on!
Shamoon: It's no DQ, isn't it? And Grizzly's got obvious advantages.
Dominga: He's already got his peanut gallery with him, what other advantages does he need?
A.B.: Every single advantage he can get.
Vito places a knuckle duster on each hand, then does a few fast jabs in the air.
Cody: Nightie night, Oupa.
The mics are dropped and the duo heads down to the ring.
Ring Announcer: And his opponent, accompanied by Cody K. Olwagen, from Newark, USA, VITO!
Vito climbs on to the apron and steps over the rope, with Cody hyping him up. The two combatants stand on opposite ends of the ring, Vito throws his beanie away. The ref holds up the belt, hands it to a crewman at ringside and signals for the bell to ring.
A.B.: Here we go, hardcore match underway.
Shamoon: Look, guys, I don't care how big, tough or strong you are, no one is walking after a direct blow from knuckle duster and Grizzly is known for taking beatings, then dishing them out.
A.B.: He's never been a fast runner, but his reflexes are not to be "slept on", as the kids say.
Vito charges at the giant and leaps into the air for a punch, but Grizzly ducks under his fist and catches the hooligan with a vicious spear.
Dominga: ¡Dios mío!
A.B.: Vito was nearly cut half!
Grizzly pins Vito, but gets a 2-count. Grizzly grabs Vito by the throat with both hands, lifts him to his feet, then tosses him all the way back to his corner. Vito's back bounces off the turnbuckles and he lands on his stomach.
A.B.: Grizzly with a frightening show of power!
Dominga: Made all the more frightening by the fact that Vito is a big man in his own right.
Grizzly lets out a powerful roar. The roar turns into booming laughter the young thug. Vito shakes his head and looks up at the giant in fear. Grizzly lifts his foot and brings it down hard, with Vito barely rolling out of the ring in time. The impact of Grizzly's foot shakes the ring slightly. Vito backs away into the barricade.
Dominga: Hahaha! Not such a big talker now, are you?
Grizzly: What's the matter, tough guy?! They told me you loved a good fight! (Raises fists mocking Vito's earlier show) Come on!
Cody tries to hype Vito up and get the crowd behind. Regaining his confidence, Vito prepares to charge into the ring, but Grizzly rolls out of the ring to meet him outside. Cody immediately ducks under the ring and Vito backs away again.
A.B.: The thing about hardcore matches, is that the ring is nothing more than an accessory. This match can end anywhere.
Dominga: That means there's nowhere Vito can run. Although, I would prefer if the angry, 400-pound bear-man would crush his opponent a fair distance away from us.
Grizzly follows Vito all the way to the commentary table. Cody comes out of the ring, climbs on to the apron and performs a dropkick on Grizzly's back. It just barely phases him, but it distracts him enough for Vito to hit him with a big boot, which does little more than stagger the giant.
Shamoon: Admirable use of teamwork.
Dominga: This is a one-on-one match!
Shamoon: With no rules.
Dominga: That's not the point.
Vito goes for another big boot, but Grizzly catches his foot and pushes him over. Cody hits Grizzly in the back with a steel chair, once again the attack barely registers, but Cody is already out of his reach when he turns around. He turns back to Vito and catches a wooden baseball bat with his face. The bat breaks, but the impact is enough to bring the giant to his knees.
A.B.: Jesus!
Shamoon: He's still conscious?
Dominga: Who the hell told the fans they could bring weapons into the arena?
A.B.: That was literally in every advertisement for the last month.
Cody climbs back up the then jumps off and hits a single leg bulldog on Grizzly. Vito quickly goes for the pin, Grizzly kicks out at 2.5 with authority.
Dominga: You jokers are going to have to do better than that.
Cody tosses Vito the chair from earlier and the latter unloads on Grizzly. The sounds of metal smacking against hairy flesh, echo throughout the arena.
A.B.: That chair may break when this is over.
Cody starts to pull the top of the commentary table apart, taking off the monitors and loose wires.
Dominga: What the hell do you think you're doing?
The chair is definitely bent after twelve shots. He sees the prepared table and smiles. He grabs Grizzly by the hair, but the arms of the giant are quickly wrapped around his lower abdomen. Grizzly picks him up and squeezes.
A.B.: Grizzly playing possum! He's got the Bearhug applied!
Cody tries everything to force Grizzly to let go.
Dominga: Awe, look at him trying so hard. It's absowutwy pwecious.
A.B.: But it seems in his haste, Grizzly didn't hook Vito's arms.
Vito claws at the giant's eyes, forcing him to let go, but Grizzly grabs him again, lifts him up and drives him into the barricade, crashing into an open separating the crowd.
A.B.: Someone needs to get security out here! Those people could get hurt!
Dominga: Good, I hope he finds the jerk who brought the bat.
Grizzly shakes his head and blinks, Vito lies prone on the ground. Cody yells at him to get up, but he doesn't. Having regained himself, Grizzly looks down at Vito, his face a mask of fury.
Shamoon: Vito's out, Grizzly could just end this right now.
Dominga: But he won't, that idiot needs to be punished.
Grizzly walks over to the steel ring steps and carries them over to the table, stacking them on top of each other, right next to the table. The commentators wisely get up from their seats and move away. Cody tries to revive Vito by splashing water on his face, but Grizzly chases him off. He drags Vito over to the table.
Shamoon: I don't like the look of this.
Dominga: I absolutely love the look of this!
With a fist full of Vito's hair, Grizzly climbs the steps. Cody yells for Vito to wake up. Grizzly pulls Vito up on the table and prepares to powerbomb him through the table. Cody hits him in the shin with a crowbar.
Dominga: Who the f*** brings a crowbar to a stadium?!
A.B.: Only a wrestling fan!
Shamoon: A Psycho Style Wrestling fan!
Dominga: Shut up, Shamoon!
Grizzly fends off the nuisance, kicking away at the crowbar. Vito slowly comes to, while Cody keeps swinging the weapon.
Cody: Vito, ice him!
Vito grabs Grizzly's leg and lifts the giant onto his shoulders. The crowd goes wild.
Shamoon: Oh my-
Dominga: How?
A.B.: INCREDIBLE!!!
Vito grips Grizzly's head with his left arm and throws both himself back-first on to the table, with Grizzly taking the brunt of it.
A.B.: 'FFANGUL THROUGH THE TABLE! 'FFANGUL THROUGH THE TABLE! VITO, WITH AN INHUMAN BURST OF STRENGTH, PUTTING THE BIG MAN THROUGH THE TABLE!!!
Dominga: I swear, I felt a tremor just now.
Shamoon: That has to be it!
Vito lays back for the pin. one, two, thr-
A.B.: And Grizzly gets the shoulder up in the nick of time!
Dominga: That's how badly he wants the title. That belt brings a lot of power and privilege!
Cody sits on the ground and clutches his head in shock. Vito grabs Grizzly's arm and drags him from the wreckage, with great effort he manages to get him up and push him back into the ring. He gets in himself and walks over to Grizzly's starting corner. He picks up a knuckle duster and puts it on.
Shamoon: Now, it's definitely over.
Grizzly begins to stir, Vito stands over him, poised and ready.
Dominga: Stay down, Grizzly. Stay down!
The giant slowly gets to his hands and knees, the moment he gets one foot under him is when Vito sends his knuckle dusted fist at his head. Grizzly catches his wrist and, using his free hand, grabs Vito's face, pressing his fingers against the latter's skull. Grizzly lifts Vito up with one hand and brings him down hard.
A.B.: Claw hold slam by Grizzly!
Grizzly takes a moment to catch his breath, bending over and clutch his knees. Cody sneaks up behind him for a cheap shot with the crowbar, but Grizzly turns on a dime and grabs him by the face too. He keeps the claw hold for a full minute before lifting Cody up and slamming him on top of Vito.
Dominga: YES! That little nuisance is down for the count!
Grizzly drags both men over to a corner, then climbs the middle rope. He bounces for a bit, before jumping off it for a splash, landing on both of them.
A.B.: Grizzly's not done yet. He's got Vito in the Bearhug again, squeezing the life out of him.
Vito screams as his body is slowly crushed by the massive, hairy arms. Grizzly smiles sadistically the whole time. It is another full minute before he passes out from pain and lack of oxygen. The referee calls for the bell.
Ring Announcer: Here is your winner and new PSW Star Power Champion, PAUL GRIZZLY!
Shamoon: The match is over. Why won't he let go?
Dominga: It's all about sending a message!
The referee pleads with the Giant to let his unconscious opponent go, but he holds his grip. Security guards run into the ring to try and force him to let go.
A.B.: Paul, you've made your point! Let him go, or you'll kill him!
Grizzly finally drops Vito. Doctors immediately rush in to check on him, as the giant grabs his belt and leaves.
A.B.: A sickening display, but an effective one. Paul Grizzly is a force to be reckoned with and now he stands at the top of the mountain.
Dominga: And I don't think that anyone is going to knock him off.
A.B.: Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for tuning in and we'll see you all next Saturday on the first episode of Psycho Style Wrestling's weekly programme. Good night everyone.
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