Backstage
Cyclone helps the medics carry Grizzly to the back, where another team of medics takes over. The Dominion Champ mumbles in delirium.
Grizzly: Mama... don't wanna... go... school...
Dr Sharma walks in holding the tranq dart, studying it with her usual deadpan: Yes, this is definitely one of ours.
Campbell: You want to tell me why your lot keep bringin' tranq darts to these shindigs?
Dr Sharma (looks at him, while pointing in Grizzly's direction): Because they work.
Campbell: Righto... Better snag: How'd Vito get his mitts on it?
Dr Sharma (frowns and looks away): I... don't know.
Campbell: Well, you better sort it out quick smart before Sanka goes troppo on us, and for crikey's sake, keep those bloody things locked away, yeah?
Dr Sharma (nodding and walking away, grumbling): This is what happens when I delegate...
Campbell then turns his attention to Cyclone, who is keeping his eyes on the medics as they haul Grizzly away.
Campbell: Cyclone!
Cyclone (turns): Yes, sir!
Campbell: Next time I tell ya to stay in the bloody back, just stay in the bloody back!
Cyclone: Mr. Ca- Jeff, he done whooped Kahuna and Badger somethin' fierce already, and he had you by the throat! I just couldn't sit by and watch, now could I?
Campbell: First off, it was my shirt, and second, he's not the first 'bear' to try and get a bit rough with me, mate.
Cyclone blinks several times in response. The crowd laughs.
DS: Campbell fought bears?
SDS: I... don't think that's what he meant.
Campbell: Look, kid, I appreciate your intentions, but you're in the big shebang tonight.
Cyclone: I understand that-
Campbell: Nah, I reckon you don't, mate. It's our second episode, yeah? SECOND! This company's barely a month old, she's brand new. You're 23, ya young little tacker. 23 bloody years old, and you're in the big one! I've known blokes who've chased that dream their whole lives for the chance I've given ya. And I gave it to ya, 'cause you had a fair dinkum ripper with Kruscher in the OPENING match last week and thumped him! Tonight's about showing it wasn't just dumb luck, and ya CANNOT go rootin' around tryin' to finish fights that aren't YOURS!
Cyclone (nodding): I hear ya, I truly do, but the honest truth is that ol' Grizzly was actin' a fool, again, and you needed help.
Campbell (sighs and pinches his forehead): Right, check it out, here's how ya can give us a hand- (looks around and waves someone over) Oi, Brendan! Get your arse over here, mate.
The Security Chief, with the aforementioned staples visible on his forehead, appears with two more guards following him.
Campbell: Where's Vito at?
Steele: He's comin' tae yer office.
Campbell: Good. Do us a favour, yeah? Find a bloody fortress for the Super Saiyan, pronto.
SDS: I think he might have gotten his cartoons mixed up.
DS: NERD!
Cyclone (does a double-take): Them two concepts ain't got nothin' to do with-
Steele (pointing): Ye heard the man, get a move on!
Cyclone: ...
Steele, an impressive man in his own right, gets in the larger, younger man's face: Dinnae mak me tell ye again, son.
Cyclone furrows his brows, but obeys. Steele's men follow, but Campbell grabs the man himself by the arm.
Campbell: A 2-metre-tall Italian bloke and a dart gun. Two things ya wouldn't reckon belong in this here building tonight, eh? I wanna know how and why they rocked up, mate.
Steele (exhales through his nose): Ah'll find oot.
Campbell (voice low, eyes narrowed): Please do.
As Steele leaves, Sara Blood Jr comes into view behind the G. Some people in the crowd boo. Unlike last week, she is in her gear. A sleeveless black romper with blue claw marks, a black bandana with blue paw-print patterns, MMA-style gloves, elbow pads, knee pads and boots.
SDS & DS: Oh no...
Sara Jr: Hey, Mistuh Camp- Jeff!
Campbell squeezes his eyes shut and visibly cringes before looking her up and down with a forced smile: Sara! Good to see you. You look... dressed.
Sara Jr (face falling slightly): Well, yeah. I got a match tonight.
Campbell: Right... you do, don't ya?
Sara Jr (face falling further): Yuh... Yuh din't fawhget, did'ja?
Campbell (sighs): No, I didn't forget. I just think, with everything going on, with Vito and the crowd, it's might not be the best idea to-
Sara Jr: Butcha promised! Okay? Yuh promised I could wrestle dis week. I've trainin' hard all week. Yuh gotta let me wrestle!
Campbell: Sara...
Sara Jr (clasped hands and big eyes): PLEASE!
Campbell (pursed lips and closed eyes):.... Five minutes.
Sara Jr (deep frown, wide eyes): FIVE MINUTES?!
Campbell: It's the best I can do. I've got Kraken Khan taking on Seth and Dennis Zázrak in a handicap match...
SDS: A handicap match?!
Campbell: ... and I've got Cyclone/Kruscher II, AND I've got to sort through this mess with the Dominion Title picture. Five minutes is all I can spare to chuck your skills and sell yourself to that crowd out there.
SDS: That's more than fair.
DS: Five minutes too long, if you ask me.
Sara Jr clenches her fists, but quickly shakes her head and calms down: You're right, I'm sawhry. I'll make dem count!
Campbell (smiles): Good on ya, love!
Sara Jr: So, who am I facing?
Campbell: Torti Gal.
The crowd suddenly pops huge.
DS: What?
SDS: Wow!
Sara Jr: Who?
Campbell (turns away): You'll find out. Get to Gorilla. You're on next.
Sara Jr: Next? I'm on next? (starts hopping with excitement) I'm on next! (turns and runs) I'M ON NEXT!
DS: Good time for a bathroom break.
SDS: Stop it.
DS: No, seriously, I need to go.
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