David Bekker: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
Crowd: ONE FALL!
David Bekker: And it is for the Psycho Style Wrestling World Dominion Championship!
An intense hip hop track plays over the speakers, and the crowd pops. Montani comes out, shirtless as always, with a beanie on his head, a crucifix around his neck and purpose in his steps.
David Bekker: Introducing the challenger! Representing the Streetwise Krew, from Newark, New Jersey in the USA, standing 2 metres tall and weighing in at 121 kilos, VITO MONTANI!
SDS: Diogo, on Sunday, we saw this young man challenge Paul Grizzly in a Street FIGHT! One where he came up short.
DS: Tell the whole story, Stroligo! He got his ass handed to him, even when his little buddy was helping him. Now, he's all alone.
Vito quickly runs up the steps and into the ring. He throws up his fist for the crowd, then pulls his beanie and crucifix off and turns to the stage, cracking his neck, shadowboxing and eagerly demanding Grizzly come out.
SDS: Well, back then, he was cocky and arrogant. It was his environment. This match is officially booked as a wrestling match, but don't expect any arm drags or hip tosses. Montani is focused. He is ready to go to war and fall on his sword.
A primal roar is heard, followed by driving, percussion-focused guitar riffs. The big screens each show a first-person shot of a snowy forest. A chorus of boos rains down.
DS: Here he comes! The Man! The Beast! The Champion! Coming to turn this vagabundo inside out!
SDS: Here he comes? Where is he?
DS: He's making Montani sweat!
Montani paces in the ring. Head Referee "Big Joe" Wilson waits patiently in the corner. Bekker squints and tilts his head, trying to spot the champion. He puts a hand on his earpiece and nods.
SDS: Alright, now here he comes.
David Bekker: Introducing the champion! From Saskatoon, Seskatchewan, Canada, standing 211 centimetres and... (frowns while looking at the stage) weighing in at... 198 kilos, he is the Holder of Dominion... Paul... Grizzly...?
Bekker checks his earpiece.
Montani: What's da hold up?! Get his ass out here! GET HIS ASS OUT HERE!
SDS: What on Earth is going on? Where is... No...
DS: Darryl... Darryl-
SDS: Just hold on... You can't be serious. He's... Ladies and gentlemen-and I think referee Joe Wilson is explaining it to Montani-I'm sorry, we just received word that the Champion, Paul Grizzly is MIA.
The crowd, some of whom can hear the commentary through earpieces, some of whom can hear the exchange between Wilson and Montani through the camera mics, starts booing.
DS: WHAT?!
SDS: Officials backstage are currently looking for him-
DS: Looking for him? How do you lose a man that big?
SDS: I don't know, dammit! They're- Oh, he's pissed. Montani is pissed off!
DS: Why? He should be relieved.
SDS: Just shut up for a minute!
The camera zooms in on the screaming match between Montani and Wilson. The Italian towering over the ref, getting right in his face.
Montani: Where is he?!
Wilson: I told you, I don't-
Montani: WHERE THE **** IS HE?!
Wilson: WE'RE TRYING TO FI-
Montani: I'M SUPPOSEDA FIGHT THAT MOTHAF****!
Wilson: And you WILL, DAMMIT! Just calm down!
Montani: DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, YA MUG! IF HE DON'T WANNA COME OUTTA THERE, I'M GONNA-
SDS: Montani just shoved Wilson aside! He's looking for a fight tonight, one way or another!
DS: Wilson stop him! Save this idiot from himself! There you go!
SDS Wilson using every ounce of strength in his body to keep Vito in the ring.
Wilson (pushing Vito back): STOP! STOP DAMMIT! We'll find him! WE'LL FIND HIM! You'll get your match! We'll handle it!
Montani (pushes Wilson back with one hand): Handle it, or I'm gonna!
Wilson (points a finger): Watch it, son!
Montani: FIND. HIM!
Wilson backs away and speaks to Bekker, who talks into his headset. Montani is pacing like a caged animal. The boos are growing louder and louder. A "BULLSHIT" chant starts.
SDS: We need an update here, before we have a riot on our hands!
DS: I can't believe this is happening, Darryl. What is Campbell-
SDS: Hold on! A drone camera just caught something in the back!
Backstage
The camera feed shows the parking lot. The Champion, Paul Grizzly is on his way to his massive pick-up truck.
DS: Is he leaving?
SDS: HE'S LEAVING! The Champion is walking out on his scheduled title defencee!
Arena
The boos reach a fever pitch. Montani is incensed, but before he can leave the ring, security runs out.
SDS: Brendan Steele and his men surrounding the ring. They're keeping this hot-blooded young buck corralled, but I don't know for how long.
DS: Do something, Campbell! Your main event's walking out the door. Oh, there he is.
Backstage
Campbell (sprinting to catch up while holding his hat): Grizzly! Grizzly! Grizzly, what in the bloody hell are you doin'?!
Grizzly: What does it look like? I'm going home.
Campbell: Strewth, you're jokin'! Ya got a title defence happenin', riiiight now, mate!
Grizzly (opens door): Against who?
Campbell: Vito Montani! We've been wrappin' our gums 'bout it all ni-
Grizzly (turns around): The punk I beat at Ascension? (turns back to his car) No thanks.
Campbell: The **** d'ya mean, "No, thanks"? It's entire reason you're here.
Grizzly (points at him): I came here to give that other punk, Tornado, or whatever he calls himself, a warning. I've done that. I'm done here.
He gets in the driver's seat as Campbell looks completely flabbergasted.
Campbell: Grizzly, ya drongo! I'm tellin' ya, mate. Get your bloody arse outta that ute and down to the ring, or there will be HELL TO PAY!
Grizzly (looks him in the eye): Send me the bill.
The truck roars to life and drives out of the building, leaving a trail of smoke and dust, and an infuriated GM in its wake.
SDS: He's gone! The Champion just drove out of the building.
DS: He just made Campbell look like a bichano.
Campbell (throwing his hat to the ground): FLAMIN' GALAH! (into his earpiece) Brendan, keep Vito in the bloody ring, mate! Tell him I'll sort him out later, but these blokes out there are payin' for a fair dinkum main event!
SDS: But who's he sending?
DS: Hold up, look!
A man with a short, stocky frame, mutton chops and an ash blonde mohawk ponytail comes into view behind the GM.
SDS: Diogo, that's the Honey Badger!
Honey Badger: Campbihll!
Campbell (spins around, startled and steaming): What?!
Honey Badger (tilts head in Grizzly's direction): Cařd subjihcht to change. (points at himself with a wild, toothy smile) I wanht in!
DS: IS HE CRAZY?!
SDS: Yes.
Campbell (pinching his nose): Let me get this straight. After all that's just gone down, you reckon it's a fair dinkum idea to go out there and go head-to-head with Vito Montani, in the mood he's in? YOU?!
Badger (gets in real close, eyes wide): Dihd. I. Stuttihrr?
Campbell, an average-sized man, but the taller man by 4 centimetres, leans in close: So what the bloody hell are ya waiting for, mate?
DS: Are you kidding me?!
The crowd pops. The Honey Badger chuckles like a hyena before marching back into the arena.
Campbell (into earpiece): Oi, Brendan, get your boys back here, pronto!
He picks up his hat and gets back inside.
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