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Boos continue to rain down as Maharaj celebrates up the ramp, while the ref revives Sara Jr.
DS: So, it's over now, right? We can go home.
SDS: Just hang in there. Their statuses need to be made official, and I think Sara Blood Jr just found out she lost.
DS: Good riddance. We have enough nepo babies around here. Honestly, they should both go, but Maharaj- I do mean butt-
DS: Ow!
Sara Jr, clutching her head, looks up at the stage and glares at Maharaj, who blows her a kiss and has the most demonic smile on her face anyone has ever seen.
SDS: I really hope we don't end up calling any more of her matches.
DS: Same. However-
*SMACK*
Nalah Shabani comes out, holding a Madhouse t-shirt.
Shabani: Congratulations on your... victory, Ms. Maharaj. Allow me to formally introduce you to the Monday Night Madhouse.
Maharaj (takes the t-shirt, looks at it and chuckles): Seriously?
Shabani is confused.
Maharaj holds up the t-shirt with both hands: I beat the bosses' baby girl and all I got was this lousy t-shirt?
The cameraman moves in so that their words can be picked up by the fans in the arena and at home. The ones that are left at least.
Shabani: Excuse me-
Maharaj: You're excused.
Shabani is flabbergasted.
SDS: What is she doing?
Maharaj: You are looking at the BEST thing that will ever happen to you, your show and this company, but what do you do with that opportunity, huh? Do you pick me first?
Shaabani: I-
Shay: No, you pick me LAST! Actually, no, you don't pick me. You stick me out there with Overgrown Puppy Dog Moolah Jr. over there and make me fight for scraps like I'm a dog.
Shabani's eyes and mouth widen.
Crowd: Oh!
SDS: Is she...? What?
DS: Please draft me to the Madhouse! Her wrestling sucks, but I need to see more of her.
SDS: Of all the ungrateful, disrespectful-
Maharaj (quickly holds up a finger and looks around): No disrespect to Mrs. Williams, of course. She's an absolute legend. Too bad she couldn't pass on all that talent.
DS: HAHAHA!
SDS: She wants to talk about talent after the performance she just had?
Maharaj (bends over to look Shabani in the eye): Here's an idea for you, pick me FASTER and then I'll wear your little "Madhouse" T-shirt.
Shay then proceeds to crumple the t-shirt and toss it away.
SDS: Get rid of her.
DS (smirks): That's pretty unprofessional, Darryl.
SDS: This girl is going to be nothing to be trouble. Far more than she's worth, which is clearly little.
Shabani (closes her mouth and frowns): Who... do you think you are? Where do you think you are? I understand that you're from the "underground", but you're up here with professionals now. Professionals who have worked for this opportunity!
Maharaj: Don't tell me about work. That's all I've ever done-
Shabani: I will tell you that if you are not happy with your spot, you are more than welcome to vacate it. Otherwise, shut your mouth and get to the back!
Maharaj frowns, straightens and begins to walk away.
SDS: Now, that is indeed a General Manager.
Shabani: That's what I thought-
Sara Jr., walking with purpose, bumps Shabani aside and spins Maharaj back around.
Crowd: Ooh!
SDS: Now, what?
Sara Jr: Yuh tink you're pretty funny, doan yuh? Yuh tink you're pretty smart, or what?
Maharaj: I mean, I do think I'm pretty.
Sara Jr: You're dead, is whatcha are!
Shay: What, are you going to have Mom and Pop fire me?
Sara Jr shoves Shay to the ground.
SDS: We need to get security out here.
Shabani (gets between them and looks up at Sara Jr.): Excuse me, I would prefer it if you didn't assault my talent. I am very certain your parents taught you better.
Sara Jr: Yuh saw what she did down dere! Right?
Shabani: I saw you hit a referee, turn your back on a dangerous opponent and lose.
Sara Jr: I had dat match won and she cheated! I want a rematch.
Shabani: That is not how this works. The referee's decision is final and you're lucky she didn't have time to disqualify you.
DS: Tell her! Spoiled brat thinks she owns the place.
SDS: She was screwed in that match, Darryl. That being said, her handling of the situation, while understandable, is poor.
Jeffrey Campbell suddenly runs out of the tunnel: Oi, oi! Everyone, chill out, yeah?
Shabani: Oh, there you are. I thought I'd have to run both shows now.
Campbell (squints at Shabani): Very cute.
Shabani extends a hand to help Maharaj up, but the latter scoffs and gets to her feet on her own power.
Campbell (starts lightly guiding Sara Jr. away): Look, kid, the Fight Pit's stoked to have ya and you'll slot right in with the warriors
Shabani (spins around): "Warriors", like your street thug no.1 contender?
DS: Hey!
Campbell (frowns): Better than havin' a snake-demon wearin' human skin as a world champ, Nalah.
SDS: Where's this coming from?
DS: I mean, he's right, but-
Shabani: At least MY world champion is still in the building.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!
Campbell: ...
SDS: Grizzly walked out?
DS: I don't really blame him, to be honest.
Shabani (steps closer): You didn't think it was strange that I let you snatch up all the available second-tier champions? I did it as favour to you. Since you'll probably be needing them more than I.
DS: I take back everything I said. You were right. That is a REAL General Manager.
SDS: That was... completely uncalled for.
DS: Is it getting hot in here or is just me?
Campbell glares. Shay is laughing. Sara Jr is getting more pissed.
SDS: Oh no...
Vito Montani, the aforementioned no.1 contender to the World Dominion Championship, suddenly steps on to side of the stage with a microphone: Hey, yo, boss!
Campbell and Shabani both look at the towering Italian.
Montani: If we’re chattin’ favors, how ’bout me and Cody kick things off and handle this for ya, huh?
Cody K. Olwagen is behind him, nodding and smiling.
Campbell: ... You know, Vito? (looks back a Shabani with a dark cloud in his eyes) That’s a bloody ripper of an offer, mate!
Shabani and Shay are taken aback.
DS: Oh, boy!
SDS: If you can hear me back there. Someone needs to send someone, now!
Sarah Esposito's voice is heard over the speaker: HEY!
She comes out of the tunnel with Zadie Chen in tow and a new pair of jeans.
Espsito: The hell's that supposed to mean? You gonna beat an old lady? Big man like you?
Shabani is visibly offended at being called old, but grateful to have some backup.
SDS: The number 1 draft pick coming to her GM's aid.
Vito: When the heck did I say dat? Cody, did I even say dat?
Cody shakes his head.
Esposito: Don't play dumb. I dealt with your type all my life. Back off, or you won't make it to Ascension!
Montani glares.
Cody (takes the mic): Tcho, bokkie! You're tough, but you don't want smoke with Vito.
Sarah: And what if I do?
Montani smirks and snaps his fingers. At this moment, the Tectonic Champion, Kraken Khan, the Tag Team Champions Axel & Oscar Wallace, Ishimori and Danys Vités all come out from Montani's the same side of the stage that Montani came from. Campbell looks at them all with genuine, but not unpleasant surprise.
DS: I don't like the look of this, Darryl. Shabani's about to eat those words.
SDS: It seems Montani's become a locker room leader in short order.
Campbell (smug smile): Looks like my guns are bigger than yours, love
Shabani (narrows): The difference is, I never miss.
The Jewell's Champion Queen Cobra, now wearing her ring gear, shows up from the other side of the stage. She is flanked by her husband, El Demonio de la Heladas, flanked by the Madness, Lulu Asovale, Hunapo Henare and Kaivao Manu.
SDS: This is a volatile situation right here.
DS: This is great, Darryl! And to think, you wanted to leave.
SDS: That was you and we need security out here, now!
Finally, Brendan Steele and his men do show up, attempting to form a blockade.
Queen Cobra's fangs drip as she speaks to Campbell: I sssuggessst, you choose your next... move... wisssely...
Maharaj chimes in: Yeah, unless-
Sara Jr. shoves a guard aside and punches her in the face, igniting a full-on brawl on the stage that Campbell and Shabani just barely manage to escape.
DS: So much for your security, Darryl!
SDS: The locker rooms! The Madhouse and Fight Pit locker rooms are spilling out. There's a sea of bodies at ringside!
DS: It's chaos, Darryl!
SDS: It's a damn bar fight. It's a street fight!
DS: It's crazy!
SDS: It's stupid!
Darryl & Diogo: It is Psycho Style Wrestling!
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