05-11-2025, 12:06 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-11-2025, 05:10 PM by Sal Darius.)
Chapter 6 – The return
‘Psycho in my Head’ hits the arena as the crowd erupts in a frenzy of mixed reactions—cheers, jeers, and anticipation. The camera pans across the sea of global wrestling fans, some pushing forward just to be seen. It scrolls through the arena before landing on SCW’s commentary team.
Knots: This place is absolutely wild. The energy’s off the charts—and we’ve got a stacked card tonight.
Sharper: 100% Knots. Look at these people—Kansas City is…
Suddenly, Sharper is cut off as the opening bars of “California Love” by Tupac Shakur blast through the arena.
California love… California knows how to party…
In the city of L.A., in the city of good ol’ Watts…
We keep it rockin’, we keep it rockin’…
Sharper: …
Knots: What the hell?
Sal Darius walks out onto the stage, wearing his signature Blublocker aviators and a feroze-and-black floral sleeveless shirt, paired with white trousers and shoes. His biceps and pecs are pumped—he looks carved from chaos itself. He stops to glance around the arena, soaking in the crowd’s mixed reaction like fuel.
Knots: Oh my God! I’m a bit skeptical about this return.
Sharper: Isn’t it crazy?
Knots: This is a totally unexpected start to the show. Nobody saw this coming.
Darius begins his walk down the ramp, microphone in hand. Each step is deliberate, almost ritualistic. Reaching the ring, he climbs the steel steps, then pauses at the edge of the ropes. He stands still for a moment, scanning the roaring crowd through the yellow-tinted lenses of his Blublockers. Without a word, he ducks between the ropes and steps into the ring, owning the space like it was made for him.
Knots: This is going to be nuts!
Sharper: I have no clue what’s going to happen next. He’s wild—impulsive—and let’s be honest, a sex addict.
Knots: Controversial off the mat, no doubt. But inside that ring—HE FIGHTS.
Sharper: No doubt about that.
The music continues:
Now let me welcome everybody to the Wild Wild West…
A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness…
The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest…
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex…
The music cuts sharply as Darius lifts the mic to his lips. He takes a long breath, letting the crowd simmer before speaking.
Sal: What’s up, Kansas?! (Mixed crowd reaction) Don’t worry—I’m not here to ruin the card. Four title fights? That’s damn interesting. Almost as interesting as you guys.
Before I was a professional wrestler… I was a fan. AND I STILL AM! (The crowd livens up)
I’m a professional wrestler and a fan. So who knows? Maybe I’ll be sitting right there with Kansas City tonight. (Another pop from the crowd) Don’t worry—I won’t be hitting on the ladies here.
Sharper: Is he serious?
Knots: With his body count? I don’t think he’s ever been serious.
Sal: Organic honey stays in its hive. So yeah—everyone’s safe tonight. I’m not here to spoil this event. Maybe I’ll even cheer for my friends who are competing. But let's not get too soft. Broken bones and f**ed-up skulls? That’s just the beginning of pro wrestling. This ring has seen blood, injuries, death…Hell, it’s seen marriages and divorces too.
People say wrestlers just fight, win or lose. Nah…THIS IS LIFE. THIS IS THE WORLD.
THIS IS THE UNIVERSE—AND I AM THE KING OF IT! (Mixed reaction turns louder)
A king with no crown. I’ve lost matches, but I’ve never failed to put on a goddamn show.
Knots: Hard to argue with that.
Sharper: I mean… sure.
Sal: And that’s why I’m here tonight. (He takes off his aviators and raises them slightly.)
This? This is the mask I wear. Because I’m a superhero… and you all are part of my army.
You get it. We hustle. We grind. We take hit after hit—and we get the hell back up. All of this hit me hard when I lost her… to an overdose. Yeah—I’m not about that life anymore.
I’ve been through addicts. I’ve faced down gangsters. And I survived. But the ones that broke me the most…Weren’t the ones who died. It was the ones who left. The ones I thought were family. Turns out… they were just killing time.
(He pauses, breathing heavier.)
But this ain’t a therapy session. I’m not here to cry—I’m here to crack skulls. MR. D! I’M BACK! Feed me the toughest fighter you’ve got in that locker room—Because I’m hungry—and unlike these suckers, I’M NOT ON A PLANT-BASED DIET.
Sal (leaning into the camera): SO I’M…GOING TO…EAT…THEM…ALL!!!
(Crowd explodes. Sal smashes the microphone into the camera, causing static. He takes a deep breath, smells the air, then slowly puts his Blublockers back on as he stands tall in the center of the ring).
As Sal exits the ring, Kemal Yilmaz’s entrance music hits. The two lock eyes for a brief, intense moment of a silent exchange heavy with unspoken tension. Before each man continues on his own path to handle business.
Chapter 7 – Sal Darius beats Crystal Zdunich
The scene opens with The Freaky Darius gripping the clutch hard, weaving through California traffic, narrowly dodging luxury cars. Behind yellow-tinted BluBlocker aviators, he spots a red light ahead. He slams the brake — his old Toyota Tacoma screeches to a halt, stopping just inches behind the car in front. It’s a near miss. The driver ahead, an older man, eyes him through the rearview mirror. Darius just smiles back.
Sal’s Iphone vibrates and catches his attention. A couple of notifications were there. One was a notification from Mr. D and the other was his match on bumble.
Sal: Okay, let's handle the business first.
He opened WhatsApp and saw a message from Mr. D: "Soo… a flying knee? What?" Sal chuckled and replied, "Hahaha, tough match. Crystal was real good. I think the timings were spot on." Almost immediately, Mr. D responded, "Great victory!" Sal quickly followed up with, "Who do I face next?" Mr. D replied, "I have a few opponents in mind. Let’s see. For now, enjoy your win — I’ll let you know your next opponent in a couple of days." As soon as Darius reacts with a thumbs up to the message, he's jolted back to reality by a chorus of blaring horns every car around him laying it on thick.
Sal: Ahh! Fuck!
He rides the car at top speed and reaches his apartment. Sal parks his jeep.
Sal: Fuck man! I feel good now. Really thought I never had it in me. One match, one victory. Definitely feels good.
Chapter 8 – Date night
On an ordinary day, while scrolling through his phone, Sal messaged a girl he had matched with on Bumble. As their conversation progressed, she began to suspect that he might be the well-known wrestler from California. By the end of the chat, they agreed to meet later that day.
Sitting across in the famous ‘Goodboybob Cafe’ just like strangers they opened up. Everything was smooth.
The girl was a beach model, gearing up for an upcoming audition for Miss Universe. As they spent time together, she began to imagine a promising future with Sal. But something about her—maybe a look in her eyes or the way she laughed—stirred memories of his ex, who had tragically passed away from an overdose. The weight of that trauma came rushing back.
Sal suddenly blurted out, “Hey… I don’t think I’m ready to start anything new.” She looked confused. “What do you mean?” He scratched his head, struggling for the right words. “No, I mean… Can we just be friends for now? It’s hard for me to love. I’ve got a past, and it still haunts me. It could surface at any moment, and I don’t want to give you false hope or keep you waiting for something I might not be able to give.”
She stared at him, her expression turning cold. “You shouldn’t have done this. I canceled a meeting and came all the way here thinking we had something real.” With that, she slammed her hand on the table and walked away.
The king of hearts once surrounded by queens. Now sat alone at a random table in some quiet café, the echoes of his past too loud for the silence around him.
‘Psycho in my Head’ hits the arena as the crowd erupts in a frenzy of mixed reactions—cheers, jeers, and anticipation. The camera pans across the sea of global wrestling fans, some pushing forward just to be seen. It scrolls through the arena before landing on SCW’s commentary team.
Knots: This place is absolutely wild. The energy’s off the charts—and we’ve got a stacked card tonight.
Sharper: 100% Knots. Look at these people—Kansas City is…
Suddenly, Sharper is cut off as the opening bars of “California Love” by Tupac Shakur blast through the arena.
California love… California knows how to party…
In the city of L.A., in the city of good ol’ Watts…
We keep it rockin’, we keep it rockin’…
Sharper: …
Knots: What the hell?
Sal Darius walks out onto the stage, wearing his signature Blublocker aviators and a feroze-and-black floral sleeveless shirt, paired with white trousers and shoes. His biceps and pecs are pumped—he looks carved from chaos itself. He stops to glance around the arena, soaking in the crowd’s mixed reaction like fuel.
Knots: Oh my God! I’m a bit skeptical about this return.
Sharper: Isn’t it crazy?
Knots: This is a totally unexpected start to the show. Nobody saw this coming.
Darius begins his walk down the ramp, microphone in hand. Each step is deliberate, almost ritualistic. Reaching the ring, he climbs the steel steps, then pauses at the edge of the ropes. He stands still for a moment, scanning the roaring crowd through the yellow-tinted lenses of his Blublockers. Without a word, he ducks between the ropes and steps into the ring, owning the space like it was made for him.
Knots: This is going to be nuts!
Sharper: I have no clue what’s going to happen next. He’s wild—impulsive—and let’s be honest, a sex addict.
Knots: Controversial off the mat, no doubt. But inside that ring—HE FIGHTS.
Sharper: No doubt about that.
The music continues:
Now let me welcome everybody to the Wild Wild West…
A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness…
The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest…
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex…
The music cuts sharply as Darius lifts the mic to his lips. He takes a long breath, letting the crowd simmer before speaking.
Sal: What’s up, Kansas?! (Mixed crowd reaction) Don’t worry—I’m not here to ruin the card. Four title fights? That’s damn interesting. Almost as interesting as you guys.
Before I was a professional wrestler… I was a fan. AND I STILL AM! (The crowd livens up)
I’m a professional wrestler and a fan. So who knows? Maybe I’ll be sitting right there with Kansas City tonight. (Another pop from the crowd) Don’t worry—I won’t be hitting on the ladies here.
Sharper: Is he serious?
Knots: With his body count? I don’t think he’s ever been serious.
Sal: Organic honey stays in its hive. So yeah—everyone’s safe tonight. I’m not here to spoil this event. Maybe I’ll even cheer for my friends who are competing. But let's not get too soft. Broken bones and f**ed-up skulls? That’s just the beginning of pro wrestling. This ring has seen blood, injuries, death…Hell, it’s seen marriages and divorces too.
People say wrestlers just fight, win or lose. Nah…THIS IS LIFE. THIS IS THE WORLD.
THIS IS THE UNIVERSE—AND I AM THE KING OF IT! (Mixed reaction turns louder)
A king with no crown. I’ve lost matches, but I’ve never failed to put on a goddamn show.
Knots: Hard to argue with that.
Sharper: I mean… sure.
Sal: And that’s why I’m here tonight. (He takes off his aviators and raises them slightly.)
This? This is the mask I wear. Because I’m a superhero… and you all are part of my army.
You get it. We hustle. We grind. We take hit after hit—and we get the hell back up. All of this hit me hard when I lost her… to an overdose. Yeah—I’m not about that life anymore.
I’ve been through addicts. I’ve faced down gangsters. And I survived. But the ones that broke me the most…Weren’t the ones who died. It was the ones who left. The ones I thought were family. Turns out… they were just killing time.
(He pauses, breathing heavier.)
But this ain’t a therapy session. I’m not here to cry—I’m here to crack skulls. MR. D! I’M BACK! Feed me the toughest fighter you’ve got in that locker room—Because I’m hungry—and unlike these suckers, I’M NOT ON A PLANT-BASED DIET.
Sal (leaning into the camera): SO I’M…GOING TO…EAT…THEM…ALL!!!
(Crowd explodes. Sal smashes the microphone into the camera, causing static. He takes a deep breath, smells the air, then slowly puts his Blublockers back on as he stands tall in the center of the ring).
As Sal exits the ring, Kemal Yilmaz’s entrance music hits. The two lock eyes for a brief, intense moment of a silent exchange heavy with unspoken tension. Before each man continues on his own path to handle business.
Chapter 7 – Sal Darius beats Crystal Zdunich
The scene opens with The Freaky Darius gripping the clutch hard, weaving through California traffic, narrowly dodging luxury cars. Behind yellow-tinted BluBlocker aviators, he spots a red light ahead. He slams the brake — his old Toyota Tacoma screeches to a halt, stopping just inches behind the car in front. It’s a near miss. The driver ahead, an older man, eyes him through the rearview mirror. Darius just smiles back.
Sal’s Iphone vibrates and catches his attention. A couple of notifications were there. One was a notification from Mr. D and the other was his match on bumble.
Sal: Okay, let's handle the business first.
He opened WhatsApp and saw a message from Mr. D: "Soo… a flying knee? What?" Sal chuckled and replied, "Hahaha, tough match. Crystal was real good. I think the timings were spot on." Almost immediately, Mr. D responded, "Great victory!" Sal quickly followed up with, "Who do I face next?" Mr. D replied, "I have a few opponents in mind. Let’s see. For now, enjoy your win — I’ll let you know your next opponent in a couple of days." As soon as Darius reacts with a thumbs up to the message, he's jolted back to reality by a chorus of blaring horns every car around him laying it on thick.
Sal: Ahh! Fuck!
He rides the car at top speed and reaches his apartment. Sal parks his jeep.
Sal: Fuck man! I feel good now. Really thought I never had it in me. One match, one victory. Definitely feels good.
Chapter 8 – Date night
On an ordinary day, while scrolling through his phone, Sal messaged a girl he had matched with on Bumble. As their conversation progressed, she began to suspect that he might be the well-known wrestler from California. By the end of the chat, they agreed to meet later that day.
Sitting across in the famous ‘Goodboybob Cafe’ just like strangers they opened up. Everything was smooth.
The girl was a beach model, gearing up for an upcoming audition for Miss Universe. As they spent time together, she began to imagine a promising future with Sal. But something about her—maybe a look in her eyes or the way she laughed—stirred memories of his ex, who had tragically passed away from an overdose. The weight of that trauma came rushing back.
Sal suddenly blurted out, “Hey… I don’t think I’m ready to start anything new.” She looked confused. “What do you mean?” He scratched his head, struggling for the right words. “No, I mean… Can we just be friends for now? It’s hard for me to love. I’ve got a past, and it still haunts me. It could surface at any moment, and I don’t want to give you false hope or keep you waiting for something I might not be able to give.”
She stared at him, her expression turning cold. “You shouldn’t have done this. I canceled a meeting and came all the way here thinking we had something real.” With that, she slammed her hand on the table and walked away.
The king of hearts once surrounded by queens. Now sat alone at a random table in some quiet café, the echoes of his past too loud for the silence around him.