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- 10 January 2031
SDS: Welcome everyone to the second episode of Psycho Style Wrestling's Friday Night Fight Pit! I'm "Striking" Darryl Stroligo, joined, as always, by the "Carnival King" himself, Diogo Santos, and we are LIVE from the Dandelion Dome in Jenever.
DS: I'm still confused about who the hell Jennifer is and why they named a city after her.
SDS: For the 10th time, it's Jen-e-VER!
DS: That's what I said. Jennifer.
SDS: With a V! You say it with a V, like the drink.
DS: Jennifer's a drink? The more you know.
SDS: Nevermind! We have a couple of updates for you, but first, let's take you back to the chaotic ending of our debut episode!
The two big screens on the stage show a flashback from last week...
SDS: HAPPY NEW YEAR! Welcome everybody to the first episode of Psycho Style Wrestling's Friday Night Fight Pit... we are LIVE.... in the town of Tequila!... I just received word from our General Manager, Jeffrey Campbell, that Paul Grizzly will meet Vito Montani in a World Dominion Championship rematch in our main event, TONIGHT!
The flashback continues to later that night...
David Bekker: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... 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: ...on Sunday, we saw this young man challenge Paul Grizzly in a Street FIGHT!...
DS: Tell the whole story, Stroligo! He got his ass handed to him...
SDS: ...Montani is focused, he is ready to go to war and fall on his sword.
Grizzly's music plays, but the champ doesn't come out.
SDS: ... 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.
Montani: What's da hold up?! Get his ass out here! GET HIS ASS OUT HERE!
SDS: No... You can't be serious... we just received word that the Champion, Paul Grizzly is MIA.
DS: WHAT?!
The crowd boos.
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.
We cut to the O.R.D.R.L.I. footage showing Grizzly walking to his pickup and Campbell chasing him.
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: ... Ya got a title defence happenin', riiiight now, mate!
Grizzly (opens door): Against who?
Campbell: Vito Montani!
Grizzly (turns around): The punk I beat at Ascension? (turns back to his car) No thanks.
He gets in the driver's seat as Campbell looks completely flabbergasted.
Campbell: Grizzly,.... 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!
The short and stocky frame of the Honey Badger comes into view.
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?!
Campbell (pinching his nose): Let me get this straight... you reckon it's a fair dinkum idea to go out there and go head-to-head with Vito Montani? YOU?!
Badger (gets in real close, eyes wide): Dihd. I. Stuttihrr?
Campbell (leans in close): So what the bloody hell are ya waiting for, mate?
We cut to the new match, where Badger gets big booted, but then targets Montani's knee when the latter turns his back to complain to the referee about Grizzly. We see Badger clawing and biting Montani's face and eyes. We see Montani repeatedly clocking Badger with hard right hands, only for the small man to shrug them off, diving and running around, kicking out. Finally, we see Montani on top of Badger, raining down skull-cracking hammer blows while the South African just laughs and laughs. Head Referee "Big Joe" Wilson tries to stop him, but gets shoved by Montani and calls for the bell.
David Bekker: Ladies and gentlemen... Your winner as a result of a disqualification... the Honey Badger!
SDS: MONTANI KNOCKED OUT WILSON! MONTANI KNOCKED OUT OUR HEAD REFEREE JOE WILSON! THAT IS GOING TO COST HIM A LOT OF MONEY!
SDS: Montani with a chair to the back! Again and again and again! FOR GOD'S SAKE, BADGER, STOP MOVING! Thank God, security on their way.
DS: Thank God for what?
SDS: OH MY GOD! MY GOD! Steele nearly got his skull split! Security Chief Brendan Steele got his brain scrambled by that chair, and now Montani is fighting half a dozen men.
DS: He's out of control!
SDS: THIS IS WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT! THERE ARE TOO MANY BULLS ON THIS ROSTER WITH THEIR BLOOD RUNNING HOT AND NOW ONE OF THEM HAS EXPLODED HERE!
DS: That's no bull, Darryl! That's a wild Italian stallion and he will NOT be tamed!
Montani, now the only one left standing in the ring. He points at Bekker on the outside and orders him to get in here. The announcer obeys and gets his microphone snatched out of his hands.
Montani: Gimme dat! (looks at camera man and points) Yo, get ovah here!
The cameraman hesitantly gets closer.
Montani (pointing at himself): Ayy, lookit me! LOOK ME IN MY FUCKIN' EYES!
The veins in his forehead and neck bulge and protrude as he speaks his final two words of the night: OPEN... SEASON!
He throws down the microphone and leaves, limping up the ramp with the crowd firmly behind him.
DS: What does that mean?
SDS: What do you think? If Grizzly won't come to him, he's going to Grizzly!... Grizzly!... Grizzly!... Grizzly!...
The video ends.
SDS: Head referee Joe Wilson and Security Chief Brendan Steele are both back and ready to do their respective duties. The Honey Badger is not only fully recovered from that assault, but he will also be in action tonight!
DS: That man's a freak, Darryl.
SDS: However, Vito Montani has been fined and suspended for an indefinite period.
Some fans, who can hear the commentary in their earpieces, boo.
DS: Campbell's just trying to save face.
SDS: As for the World Dominion Champ-
Suddenly, 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. The shaggy-haired behemoth lumbers down the ramp, dressed in his signature one-strap brown singlet with the title over his shoulder.
SDS: What the hell?
DS: Darryl, did you know he'd be here?
SDS: I had no idea, and he looks dressed to compete. Where was this last week?
DS: Haha, I love it! He's the champ. He can do what he wants. It's literally in the rules.
Grizzly climbs the steps and steps over the rope before holding out his hand for a microphone. A crewman gives him one, and he stands in the middle of the ring, his hair and beard hiding most of his face, including his expressions.
Grizzly: I got a call from Campbell during the week. He said if I didn't defend my title tonight, right here in... (walks over to the ropes and looks at crewman) What's this place called again? (Crewman says it) Jenever!
The crowd pops at their city's name.
Grizzly: Then he'll strip me of my title.
DS: That's bs!
SDS: Indeed. He should have just been stripped on the spot.
The crowd pops even louder.
Grizzly: So, I'm here.
SDS: But his challenger isn't.
DS: Montani already lost. He was never a real challenger, anyway.
Grizzly (points at Bekker at ringside): You do the thing.
SDS: Right now? Is he going to defend the title right now?
Grizzly (points at the stage): Challenger's been picked. Get me a damn referee! (drops mic and title)
The crowd pops even louder than before.
SDS: We have a championship match!
Referee Obi Mbuemo sprints out and slides into the ring.
David Bekker: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
David Bekker: And it is for the Psycho Style Wrestling World Dominion Championship! Already in the ring, the champion! From Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada, standing 211 centimetres tall and weighing in at 198 kilos, he is the Holder of Dominion... Paul Grizzly!
DS: So who's the challenger? Wait, is it Badger?
SDS: Badger has a scheduled match-up, as far as I know.
DS: Is it Cyclone?
SDS: Johnny Cyclone has a scheduled rematch against Kruscher in our main event. I don't know who it could be.
David Bekker: And the challenger...
A high-energy, high-spirited violin and beat track plays, and the crowd groans.
SDS: ARE YOU SERIOUS?!
DS: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAAAHAHAAHAHAAHAAHAHAAHAHAAAA!!!!!
David Bekker: ... from Alice Springs, Australia, standing 170 centimetres tall and weighing in at 73 kilos, Job R. Smith!
Smith power walks down the ramp with a smile. He is clad in orange from his baseball cap to his shirt to his trunks and boots, and his right hand is bandaged up from receiving a crushing "handshake" from the Tectonic Champion, Dennis Zázrak, last week.
SDS: Of course. OF COURSE, he would do this. Job R. Smith is NOT a world title contender.
DS: Darryl, the Dominion and Jewell's champs have booking power. The contenders are whoever he wants them to be.
SDS: A rule I wish Sanka Williams would revise. This is just ridiculous.
Smith climbs the turnbuckle and throws up his hands; the crowd pops. He goes to another turnbuckle and does the same. He repeats this until he has touched all four corners, the reaction getting louder and louder each time. Grizzly just stands there, disengaged.
DS: You should be happy for the guy. First two episodes, and he's been in the ring with not one, but two champions! Get him a tag team partner, I want to see him against Pandemonium next week!
SDS: This is a deliberate, antagonistic choice! Job R. Smith was one of the popular holdovers from GM Campbell's old company, Passion Project Wrestling. Grizzly picked him out of spite.
DS: Or... maybe he just picked the guy with "Jobber" in his name?
Smith takes off his shirt and cap and begins to warm up.
Mbuemo calls for the bell.
The smaller man shoots for a takedown, grabbing the tree trunk-like leg of Grizzly. Smith grits his teeth, pushing and pulling with every ounce of strength and weight his body can muster. Some people in the crowd genuinely cheer for him.
DS: Just look at this, Darryl. Look at the heart. Look at the grit. Look at the (chuckles) determination.
SDS: Look at the size of Grizzly's hand. Iron Claw! Iron Claw applied! He'll pop his skull like a grape! Smith taps out!
Mbuemo calls for the bell again, and the crowd boos loudly.
Grizzly drops Smith, then picks up the title and the microphone.
David Bekker: Here is your winner and STILL the Holder of Dominion, Paul Grizzly!
Grizzly: Are you happy now?
The crowd boos even louder.
Grizzly: Sorry, I meant to say, "Do you think I give a rat's ass?"
SDS: Clearly not.
Grizzly drops the microphone and exits the ring with his title as his music blasts through the arena. Smith stays in the ring, clutching his skull in the fetal position, while Mbuemo checks on him.
DS: That's a Champion, right there.
SDS: A complete disgrace.
DS: Hey, he did what Campbell told him to do. I don't see the problem.
SDS: Of course, you don't. It's time for a pallet cleanser with what was supposed to be our opening match. Tag Team action. Team Wallace vs the Wild Thornes. Next!
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