David Bekker: Your main event of the evening is an AMBULANCE MATCH, and it is for the Psycho Style Wrestling WORLD DOMINION CHAMPIONSHIP!!! In this contest, there are no disqualifications, no countouts, pinfalls or submissions! The only way to win is to place your opponent inside the back of the ambulance and shut the doors.
Instead of walking to the embankment, Montani walks towards the ambulance waiting on the hardcourt. He walks from the back to the sides, studying the vehicle intently.
DS: Take it in, Montani. THAT'S YOUR FUTURE!
SDS: Montani examining the task. Calculating how he intends to seal Grizzly's large frame inside that thing.
David Bekker: Introducing first, the challenger. Representing the Streetwise Krew, from Newark, New Jersey, in the USA, standing 2 metres tall and weighing in at 121 kilos, VITOOOOOOOO MOOONTAAAAAANIIIIIIIII!!!!!
Montani reaches the embankment and raises his black-gloved right fist before coming down. With every step, the crowd chants "VITO! VITO! VITO! VITO! VITO! VITO!" louder and louder.
SDS: 33 days ago, at Ascension, this man challenged for Dominion and lost. He was the only unsuccessful challenger that night, and that should have been the end of it, but instead the champion, Paul Grizzly, went beyond the pale and put Cody K. Olwagen out of commission.
DS: That little duende Olwagen had it coming! He'd been a nuisance that whole match, and the Champ needed to put him in his place! Show these ganster palhaços and the whole roster who the MAN is!
SDS: If he was such a man, why couldn't he fight Montani again when called upon? Why did it take weeks of carnage and an executive order to get him to fulfil his obligation as the Champion?
DS: He fulfilled it! He defended the title against Job R. Smith. That's in the official record books. Montani had NO RIGHT to a rematch! He had every advantage in the Street Fight and couldn't get the job done. But oh wah wah wah, his best fwiend in the whole wide world got hurt. BAH!
Montani reaches the ring and jogs up the steps, stepping inside the ring to throw up his fists once more before throwing off his beanie and crucifix. He looks over at Head Referee "Big Joe" Wilson.
Montani: Stay outta my way, tonight.
Wilson (holds up hands): I got one job tonight, kid. Do whatever you gotta do.
A primal roar is heard. The titanron shows a first-person shot of a snowy forest. The lumbering, hairy giant with the belt on his shoulder marches down the embankment to the ring to a chorus of boos.
David Bekkerr: Introducing the champion. From Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada, standing 211 centimetres and weighing in at 198 Kilos, he is the Holder of Dominion, PAUL GRIZZLY!
SDS: Say what you will about the man, but he is a beast! A walking mountain of flesh and... fur. Pinning him to the mat for 3 seconds is one thing. Dragging him out of that ring, back up that embankment and into the ambulance is-
DS: IMPOSSIBLE! Montani signed his death warrant! Good thing every hospital has a MORGUE!
Grizzly continues his march to the ring, climbing up the steps and stepping over the top rope. He doesn't even acknowledge Montani before raising the championship and roaring at the fans in the main grandstand.
SDS: MONTANI FROM BEHIND! TOSSING GRIZZLY OVER THE TOP ROPE!
DS: COWARDLY CRIMINAL!
Montani briefly glares at Wilson, who calls for the bell to start the match.
SDS: And now the match is underway!
DS: That's not fair!
SDS: Montani on the outside. He's got a hold of the Dominon title belt.
DS: Put it down, you palhaço!
SDS: Grizzly's getting to his feet. He's got no idea- and Montani smacks him in the face with the title belt. The champ is down on the grass.
Montani takes a second to hold the title over his head, a pre-emptive celebration.
SDS: That's what it's all about, but Montani can't afford to waste time here. Grizzly is already getting back up.
DS: You have to do better than that~
Grizzly reaches for Montani, but the latter tosses the title and jabs him in the face with his left hand. He tries again, eats a right, then another left, then another rigt, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right.
SDS: Montani using his boxing skills to light up the Champ- but Grizzly with both hands around his throat!
DS: WEAK S**T!
Grizzly rears his head back to headbutt Montani.
SDS: MONTANI WITH A PUNCH TO THE LIVER! Grizzly collapses like folded laundry!
DS: THAT'S ILLEGAL!
SDS: No disqualifications, remember?! Montani now with the steel steps! We've already seen those in use tonight, AND HE BRINGS THEM DOWN ON GRIZZLY's ANKLE!
Grizzly (snaps awake): AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
SDS: AGAIN WITH STEPS ON THE ANKLE!
Grizzly: AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
DS: Somebody stop this animal! HE'S GONNA CRIPPLE THE CHAMPION!
Montani raises the steps once more.
Grizzly (weakly raises a hand): No... NO!
SDS: The champ is begging for mercy!
DS: NO, HE'S NOT! IT'S STRATEGY!
Montani throws the steps at Grizzly's face, knocking him out again.
SDS: The champ is down again, and I think he's out cold.
DS: No! This is a disaster.
SDS: But now here's the problem. Montani needs to carry 200 kilos of dead weight across this field, up the embankment and into the ambulance. Montani is a very big, very strong man, but I don't think- Wait, what's he looking for?
DS: Please, please, no more.
SDS: Montani with some steel chairs- is he going to use them?
The crowd cheers.
SDS: No, he tosses them. The search continues.
DS: AAAAHHHH!!! SLEDGEHAMMER!
The crowd cheers louder.
SDS: No, he discards the hammer too. What could he possibly be looking for- O MOJ BOŽE!!!
DS: CHAINSAW!!! HE'S GOT A CHAINSAW, DARRYL!!! CALL THE COPS!!! CALL THE MILITARY!! GET THE SNIPERS OUT HERE AND PUT THIS PSYCHO DOWN!
The crowd erupts with cheer and fear.
DS: WHY THE HELL WAS THERE EVEN A CHAINSAW UNDER THE RING??!!
SDS: DON'T DO IT, VITO!!! IT'S NOT WORTH IT!!!
Montani tosses the chainsaw and continues looking.
SDS: Oh, thank God.
DS: Obrigada, Santa Maria.
SDS: Montani continuing his search. What on Earth is he looking for?
He finally finds it.
SDS: A bull rope! Montani found a bull rope?
DS: IS HE GOING TO LYNCH THE CHAMPION?!
SDS: I don't know! He's proven he's capable of anything.
Montani kicks away the steel steps, which were still sitting on Grizzly's face.
SDS: My goodness, Grizzly's been busted open.
DS: What's he doing, Darryl? What is this palhaço doing?
SDS: He's- He's tying the rope around Grizzly's shoulders. Diogo, he's building a harness! Of course, he's going to use the rope to drag the champion to that ambulance!
With the Saskatchewanian secured, Montani grabs the ends of the rope over his shoulders and pulls with all his might.
SDS: Ladies and gentlemen, I cannot believe what I am seeing. In the home of Fiji's national football team, Paul Grizzly has been given the ultimate red card!
DS: This is ridiculous! That's our Champion! You can't do this to him! He shouldn't even be here! This match shouldn't even be happening!
SDS: Montani, with the strength of an ox, is ploughing the field with Paul Grizzly's body!
DS: Ah, cala a boca!
With every step taken, every inch Montani moves toward the embankment, the crowd chants "Vito. Vito! VITO!" louder and louder.
SDS: Montani has made it to the base of the embankment; he needs to get all the way back up it with Grizzly in tow.
DS: Come on, Champ, get up! You can't let this palhaço beat you. GET UP!
Montani takes several deep breaths and then climbs.
Random tourist: Vi-to! Heave-ho! Vi-to! Heave-ho!
And climbs.
Single row: Vi-to! Heave-ho! Vi-to! Heave-ho!
And climbs.
Entire section: Vi-to! Heave-ho! Vi-to! Heave-ho!
And climbs.
Entire embankment circling: Vi-to! Heave-ho! Vi-to! Heave-ho!
And climbs.
Embankment + Grandstand: Vi-to! Heave-ho! Vi-to! Heave-ho!
AND CLIMBS!
Whole crowd: VI-TO! HEAVE-HO! VI-TO! HEAVE-HO! VI-TO! HEAVE-HO! VI-TO! HEAVE-HO!
SDS: The Suva faithful, loud and on their feet, spurring Montani on.
He makes it to the top.
Crowd: VI-TO! HEAVE-HO! VI-TO! HEAVE-HO! VI-TO! HEAVE-HO!
SDS: Montani's at the top, but can he get Grizzly all the way up?!
DS: Fight it, Champ! FIGHT IT!
SDS: Grizzly has not moved!
Crowd: VI-TO! HEAVE-HO! VI-TO! HEAVE-HO! VI-TO! HEAVE-HO! VI-TO! HEAVE-HO! VI-TO! HEAVE-HO! VI-TO! HEAVE-HO! VI-TO! HEAVE-HO! VI-TO! HEAVE-HO! VI-TO! HEAVE-HO!
Montani grits his teeth, veins bulging as he drags Grizzly's gigantic carcass up the embankment.
SDS: He's done it! Montani has gotten Grizzly to the top! Now, he needs to get him to the ambulance!
DS: Yeah, but look at him! He's already exhausted. He'll never make it.
Montani doubles over, gasping for air, and then discards the ropes and heads for the hardcourt, towards the tents.
DS: Now, what's he doing?
SDS: Montani just went into the main production tent. I shudder to think what he- he's got a wagon! Montani has a heavy-duty utility wagon! I have seen everything!
The crowd pops yet again.
DS: Wh-Why do they even have that? For what?
SDS: Heavy equipment, what else? These things can hold up to 218 kilos, and Grizzly fits the bill.
DS: B-But Montani still has to get him up and into it. There's no way!
Montani pulls the wagon toward Grizzly and takes another deep breath before bending down to try to get him up.
SDS: Grizzly with grass and dirt on the face of Montani. The champ was playing possum the whole time!
DS: I KNEW IT! I TOLD YOU!
The crowd boos as Grizzly rises to his full height.
SDS: Clothesline to the back of the head by the Dominion Champion! After everything we just saw, one shot and Montani's down!
DS: OF COURSE! That's why he's the Champ! The Man, the Myth, the Monster, PAUL M*******ING GRIZZLY, BABY!
SDS: He's limping, though.
DS: Of course, he's limping! He had steel steps dropped on his ankle. Doesn't change a damn thing!
Grizzly grits his teeth and then brings his shoulders forward and flexes his arms.
SDS: G-Grizzly just snapped the bullrope! HE JUST SNAPPED THE BULLROPE WITH HIS BODY!
He lets out a loud, powerful roar.
DS: Strong as a bear, that's why they call him Grizzly!
SDS: He's actually been compared to Kodiaks, but your point still stands. That is inhuman! And he's got the wagon! He is lifting the wagon! He's gonna crush Montani! No, the ankle. Too much damage to the ankle! He couldn't hold it up!
DS: Damn, Montani!
SDS: Exactly. Take out the giant's leg, and you take away the lifting power. That also means the Bearhug is out of the question too. He'll have to drag Montani where he could have just carried him.
Grizzly, on one knee, looks at the rope he just snapped in half and grabs one.
SDS: Grizzly with rope in hand. What does he have pla- IS THAT A NOOSE?!
DS: YES! YES! EXACTLY WHAT CRIMINOSOS LIKE MONTANI DESERVE!! LYNCH HIM, CHAMP! DO IT FOR YOUR TRUCK! DO IT FOR THE TRANQUILISER! DO IT FOR ME!
DS: YES! YES! EXACTLY WHAT CRIMINOSOS LIKE MONTANI DESERVE!! LYNCH HIM, CHAMP! DO IT FOR YOUR TRUCK! DO IT FOR THE TRANQUILISER! DO IT FOR ME!
The crowd screams as Grizzly pulls the noose around the young Italians neck and tightens it. Montani snaps awake, eyes bulging and mouth silently screaming.
SDS: HE'S ACTUALLY DOING IT! The challenger to the World Dominion Championship is being lynched LIVE! We've seen it for weeks: the escalation, the violence. This feud has been so personal, so full of hate; there has been so much collateral damage, but now there's no one to intervene! Nothing between these two and the consequences!
DS: No one to save Montani!
Grizzly (kneeling on Montani's back): Where's your little buddy now, Vito? HUH?! Where's Mama Montani?! She watching?! I HOPE SHE'S WATCHING! I WANT HER TO SEE THE LIFE LEAVE HER LITTLE BOY'S EYES!
Montani's eyes roll back; he stops moving.
Grizzly: Hey! Don't pass out on me just yet! This is what you wanted, remember?
He loosens the rope and shakes him to no avail.
SDS: Montani is out. I-I don't think he's breathing.
DS: Bocetinha couldn't handle a taste of his own medicine. Just like all gangsters everywhere!
Grizzly (stands and spits on him): Pathetic. Waste of time.
He grabs the rope and drags Montani, while limping, from the grass at the top of the embankment to the concrete of the hardcourt towards the ambulance.
DS: It's over, Darryl. By the time that ambulance gets to the hospital, his body will be cold. Good thing every hospital has a MORGUE!
SDS: You've used that already!
DS: So nice, I had to say it twice!
Grizzly reaches the ambulance and lets go of the rope. Montani stays prone on the ground as the giant reaches for the doors.
DS: It's over, Darryl. Open Season is officially closed!
Grizzly opens the doors, and his eyes widen. Right before he is blasted by pressurised dry powder.
SDS: A fire extinguisher!
DS: What?
SDS: Someone just blasted Grizzly with a fire extinguisher from inside the ambulance!
DS: Who?! What?! Why?!
Grizzly stumbles about, coughing and rubbing his eyes.
SDS: Montani's backup!
DS: HOW?!
SDS: Now, he was playing possum!
The young Italian, with open wounds from being dragged on concrete, smirks, pulls off the noose and rears his right arm back while charging at the giant.
SDS: PAYDAY LARIAT!!! Nearly decapitated Grizzly!
DS: But I don't understand. Who's inside the ambulance?
The culprit hops out, wagging his tongue and holding the extinguisher to his crotch, spraying powder everywhere to THUNDEROUS POP!
SDS: IT'S CODY K. OLWAGEN!!!
DS: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!
SDS: OLWAGEN IS BACK! Montani said he had a couple of surprises in store, and this is the biggest one of all!
DS: NO, IT'S NOT! HE'S SHORT! HE'S A LITTLE DUENDE!
Crowd: CODY! CODY! CODY! CODY! CODY! CODY! CODY! CODY!
Olwagen stops spraying and pulls out his phone, which he shows to the O.R.D.R.L.I. that flies close.
SDS: He was watching the live stream of the episode on the Tube! That's how he knew! The Streetwise Krew two steps ahead tonight!
Olwagen puts away the phone, turns around, jumps up and high-fives his towering teammate.
Montani: Give 'im some, Cody!
Olwagen: Oh, ja!
SDS: And now Olwagen! Beating the downed Grizzly with that fire extinguisher! Unleashing hell! Unleashing 33 days of pain and frustration on the man who made his mother cry!
DS: C-Campbell! Campbell, get out here and stop this!
SDS: Campbell can't do a damn thing about it, and I don't think he wants to. Grizzly has this coming!
DS: Reed! Wilson! Somebody do something! You can't let them do this! You can't let them take Dominion! Anybody but these ratos de rua!
The Cape Coloured man from Eldorado Park lets out a cathartic yell and slams the fire extinguisher down.
Olwagen (squats down): THIS IS STREETWISE KREW TERRITORY, B****! WE OWN THESE STREETS, WE OWN THE FIGHT PIT, WE OWN YOUR ASS, OOM! YOU HEAR ME?! WE OWN YOUR ASS!
Montani: ENOUGH! C'mon, let's get this furball on the bus!
SDS: Montani and Olwagen, dragging Grizzly's prone carcass.
DS: H-He's playing possum again. H-He's just giving them a false sense of security, that's all.
SDS: I don't think so, partner. Montani, with all his remaining power, has Grizzly up.
DS: Wake up, champ! Please wake up!
SDS: Grizzly's out cold. He's not moving!
DS: PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!
SDS: Grizzly's inside! Grizzly's in the ambulance!
The crowd is going nuts.
SDS: Montani just needs to shut both doors, and this one is over!
DS: Por favor, Deus! Eu Te suplico, Pai Celestial! Não deixes que esses criminosos assumam o Dominion!
Montani takes one door, and Olwagen takes another. The two gangsters look at each other and hold up three fingers each, then two, then one, and then they shut the door-
SDS: GRIZZLY KICKED THE DOORS BACK OPEN!!
DS: YES! GOD IS GOOD!
The doors swing back into the gangsters' faces; Olwagen is sent flying while Montani stumbles back. Grizzly pulls himself out of the ambulance, frothing at the mouth, eyes wide, his hands denting the sides.
Olwagen crawls toward the fire extinguisher, but the giant is quick and, with new life, even as his limp remains.
SDS: Grizzly going after Olwagen. Montani from behind with a clubbing blow!
Grizzly stumbles forward, and then slowly turns around, growling at the Italian.
DS: HE'S STILL STANDING!
SDS: The champion has unlocked another gear here. HE IS AN INVULNERABLE MASS OF WRATH!!!
Montani backs away... in fear. Grizzly is about to lunge at him when Cody takes him out at the ankle with the fire extinguisher.
SDS: Never mind! There's still hope.
Olwagen: Vito! (pulls out knuckle duster) Bliksem! Knock his ass out!
He tosses the brass knuckles to his boss, who catches them and slips them onto his right hand, and his right-hand man continues beating the bear man with a fire extinguisher.
SDS: Montani with Grizzly by the hair. Brass knuckles in hand. Looking for the knockout- Grizzly catches his fist!
*CRUNCH*
Montani: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SDS: MOJ BOŽE! Grizzly broke his hand! Grizzly crushed Montani's hand with the brass knuckles still on it!
DS: Yes, that's what you deserv- Ó meu Deus! Don't show it on camera.
Crowd: YOU SICK F***! YOU SICK F***! YOU SICK F***! YOU SICK F***!
As Montani clutches his wrist and falls to the ground, Olwagen tries to hit Grizzly again, only for the latter to grab the fire extinguisher, take it away and bash him over the head with it.
SDS: DID YOU HEAR THAT?! HE ALMOST SPLIT HIS SKULL OPEN!
DS: YEAH! GET THAT LITTLE DUENDE!
SDS: Grizzly tossing Olwagen back into the ambulance!
DS: Came back for nothing!
SDS: It's back to one-on-one!
Grizzly throws the extinguisher away and turns to face Montani, who looks up at him with everything from fear to despair to white-hot rage. The wounded giant simply beckons the gangster to come at him, and he does, this time using his uninjured left arm for another Payday Lariat.
SDS: CAUGHT! Grizzly's got the arm!
He then grabs Montani's face with his free hand and squeezes.
SDS: And there's the Iron Claw! The Iron Claw to Montani! Grizzly uses the full length of his arms to keep Montani out of reach! Montani can't break free with his right hand.
DS: Yes! Yes! Yes!
SDS: Montani, trying desperately to pull away! Grizzly's got him right where he wants him.
DS: He's fading, Darryl! He's fading!
SDS: Montani clinging to life with all he's got! But it's not enough! He's going dark. Oh! A brutal headbutt by the Champion, sealing the deal!
Grizzly drags Montani to the ambulance, tosses him inside and shuts both doors.
SDS: Grizzly has done it! For the second time, and the last time, Grizzly has survived the Streetwise Krew! Open Season is, indeed, CLOSED!
The bell rings, the match ends and the crowd boos.
David Bekker: Here is your winner and STILL the Psycho Style Wrestling World Dominion Champion... PAAAUUUUULLLLL GRRRRIZZZZZLLLYYYYYYYY!!!!!
Grizzly collapses to his knees as the ambulance siren blares. He uses it for support, only to fall face down as it drives away.
SDS: Make no mistake. He was in a fight tonight.
DS: It was a mugging! A criminal assault! If I were him, I'd sue Campbell for everything he's got! But it doesn't matter anymore. That palhaço, Montani, is BANNED from EVER challenging for Dominion again as long as Grizzly holds it! THAT IS JUSTICE!
"Big Joe" Wilson rushes over with the World Dominion belt and kneels down. Dr Tanaka comes out of his medical tent as well. Grizzly grabs the belt and forces himself up with great difficulty. Cyrus Reed, perhaps the closest in size to the champion, shows up to help him up, only to be shoved away.
SDS: Say whatever you want about the man, call him lazy, call him a coward, but he is a tough and proud man.
DS: He is the Champion!
SDS: For now, he still has to survive the Valentine's Brawl! Remember, next week, Johnny Cyclone, Kruscher, in a Steel Cage Match to determine the number 1 contender! But Diogo, I ask you, after those two are done tearing each other apart, whoever survives, will there be anything left to stand up to, as you called him, the Man, the Myth, the Monster, the undisputed Holder of Dominion, Paul Grizzly?
DS: Two words: HELL NO!
Grizzly stands on one good leg and raises his championship high, letting out a loud, thundering roar of triumph as the ambulance leaves the property and drives off into the night.
SDS: Thank you, everyone, for joining us this evening. We'll see you all again next week, live from Port Moresby, Papua New Guinea, for the Friday Night Fight Pit!
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