Backstage
The crowd loudly cheers as tall, shredded, tanned Italian in denim jeans with one hand covered by a black fingerless glove and the other in white wrappings. Both hands are throwing jabs, hooks, crosses and uppercuts.
SDS: And there he is! Vito Montani. He challenges Paul Grizzly in an Ascension rematch for the World Dominion Championship next, and Diogo just look at the speed of those hands. If he were fighting anyone else, I'd be worried-
DS: But he's not, Darryl! He's fighting Paul Grizzly, who already tore his ass up on Sunday and tonight, he finishes the job!
Montani stops shadow boxing and turns around. The two 2-metre Titans stand eye-to-eye. Cyclone still has the straps of his singlet down with no gloves.
Montani: Ayy, if it ain't da big hero! Whaddaya want?
Cyclone: Just came to wish ya luck, man.
Montani: Is that right?
Cyclone: And... I came to offer to watch your back, in case things go South.
Montani (frowns): Yeah... Word on da street is, you already got a princess waitin' for ya at home.
Crowd: Ooh...
Cyclone (raises hands): Hey man, I didn't mean-
Montani (sighs): Nah, I get it, I do, and I'm thankful. But dis is between me and Grizzly, ya hear?
The crowd pops.
Montani: You did ya thing on Sunday, and I owe ya for dat. Ya did ya thing tonight, wit' da Russian, but now I gotta do MY thing! I gotta go all da way by MYself and make dat fat, hairy sonovabitch bleed wit' MY own hands!
The crowd pops even louder.
Cyclone (nods): I understand, fully. You gotta do what you gotta do.
Cyclone turns away and Vito goes back to warming up.
Cyclone (turns back): Since I had had my words with Mr. Grizzly at the top of the show, it's only fittin' I tell you what I told him.
Vito looks him in the eye again.
Cyclone: If you walk out tonight with the strap, there's a big chance you'll be seeing more of me, like it or not.
Vito (inches closer): Is dat a fact, Jack?
Cyclone (nose-to-nose): My name's Johnny.
Vito: ... No, I was sayin'-
Cyclone (smirks): I know what you meant. But yes.
Crowd: Ooooooh....
Vito (raises an eyebrow): Huh? Well, you might wanna clear yer schedule foist.
Cyclone (frowns in confusion): What're ya-
He suddenly gets violently spun around and comes face-to-face with Kruscher. The crowd pops again.
The Moscow Machine, a mere 4 centimetres shorter, still has his arm over his ribs. He is seething, breathing heavily. Cyclone, momentarily stunned, returns the glare.
Montani: Alright, I'll let youse two have yer alone time, aight?
He leaves. Cyclone and Kruscher continue their piercing glares. Neither man blinking.
Kruscher: For you... I have... one vord... (stops holding his ribs) Rematch!
Cyclone: You want it? You got it! Next week, we go again.
Kruscher walks away.
Arena
DS: Darryl, I got goosebumps. Cyclone and Kruscher again? Next week? I can't wait! ... Darry?
SDS: ... I used visit my uncle's farm as a kid and he had this MASSIVE bull named Borislav. Around that age, I had just learned that bulls were the male, the boys. I asked my uncle one time-He had 10 cows. I asked him, "Uncle, Boris has all these girls around him. Why don't you get him a friend?"
Santos nods, his brows knitted in curiosity.
SDS: He looks at me says, "Ako dobijem još jednog bika, neće biti prijatelji." If I get another bull, they're not gonna be friends. That man is still alive, God bless him. To this day, he refuses to have more than one bull on his farm unless the other is getting old. Why? Before Borislav, he had two prized bulls. He woke up one morning, and he had only one and a very big plate of beef.
Santos' eyebrows raise.
Stroligo points at the big screens: I think Jeffrey Campbell is going to learn very soon that he has way too many bulls on this brand.
DS (waves his finger at him): Nah, nah, companheiro. See, that is where we disagree. Far as I'm concerned, we don't have enough bulls! (starts lightly elbowing) But we could use a few more cows, if you know what I mean.
Stroligo looks at him with slanted eyelids.
DS (looks at the camera and points): But make no mistake! The biggest, baddest bull of them all is Paul Grizzly, and he's about to give that palhaço, Vito Montani, the horns in our main event!
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