As the Wallaces' music echoes throughout the arena, an O.R.D.R.L.I feed appears on the two big screens.
SDS: There we see the World Dominion Champion, Paul Grizzly, fresh off his "title defence". And to the surprise of absolutely no one, he's walking out again.
DS: He handled business, Darryl. He did what Campbell told him to do and everything. You can't fault him for that.
SDS: Right...
As Grizzly, now in street clothes, rounds a corner, he stops. His thick bushy brows raise high enough for his eyes to be visible, finally.
Grizzly drops the duffel bag in his hand and the title belt on his shoulder, stumbling forward, puffing himself up with air.
The drone pans to show his truck. The very truck he used to embarrass Jeffrey Campbell last week peeled out of the arena.
That same trick is currently propped up on concrete blocks. No wheels, no windows and the words 'OPEN SEASON' written in red paint, over and over.
DS: Darryl...
SDS: Oh... Oh no...
The Jenever crowd cheers loudly, but the Champion's monstrous roar quickly drowns them out.
Grizzly: MOOOONNNTAAAANIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-
The drone feed cuts.
Crowd: Vito! Vito! Vito! Vito! Vito! Vito! Vito!
SDS: There's no way...
DS: Is he out of his mind?
SDS: It doesn't make sense. Vito Montani was suspended. He's not in the build-
DS: He's damn gangster, Darryl! You can't keep them out no matter how hard you try. Trust me, I know!
SDS: We-We need updates, please! An enraged Paul Grizzly is bad news for everybody!
DS: It's not right, man. It's not right! You don't mess with a man's ride. That's- That's sacred.
SDS: You don't try to cripple a man's tag team partner. I'd argue that's even more sacred!
DS: That little duende, Olwagen, had it coming, and when Grizzly finds Montani, he'll be lying in a hospital bed right next to him!
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