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G.R.R.

Skunk Wars

By: Silverback Christianpaw

Silverback

It has been a year since Coach and I had broken up. I have been just floating in G.R.R. since then. I eventually lost the G.R.R. Championship to Zenaku and I've just been doing my thing and trying to hang in there. Gold Rush Restling has been keeping steady, which for my sanity is good. I don't want to be in the title-picture right now. Fans have been asking me online why I'm not in the spotlight and seem to have been faded out. I tell them all the same thing . . . . I want to.

It's another Monday Night Warzone taping. It's supposed to be a big deal since this is the last week of taping before the next pay-per-view event, All Out War. I walk down to the G.R.R. offices with my rolling suitcase to check the run sheet of what's going on tonight. I press my finger on the page and scroll it down until I see my name in the middle of the list,

"'Silverback vs. Conway,'. . . meh, another jobber." I say under my breath. I keep scrolling down to the bottom to see "Zenaku vs. Inferno Lion" as the main event.

Ms. Draxa's office door opens up and walks out quick but stops the moment she sets her eyes to me,

"Oh Silverback, just the wolf I needed to see," she says.

"What's up?" I say putting on a half-smile.

"You're opponent tonight. He is a new guy, a skunk by the name of Skrunk Conway. He's new to G.R.R. but don't take him lightly," she says as we walk back into her office and she paws me a picture. It's of a really heavy-set skunk. He honestly looks near the same size as me only a much bigger belly and much thicker around the middle.

Ms. Draxa continues, "He's had lots of success in the indies and made it to the top of our developmental territory in only two months.

My eyes open wide, "Wow! It took me over a year to graduate developmental."

"Yep, and as you can see, he's a very big guy, just about as big as you, so I thought a debut match against you would be a great way to bring him in. You're going to have your paws full tonight, so you better get ready."

"No problem," I say keeping my half-smile on.

She gives me a little nod before pulling out her phone and starts to text. I walk with my rolling suitcase as I head to the male's locker room. My suitcase bumps as it goes from carpet to concrete as I open the door. There were only a few guys there getting ready as made my way to a nearby corner,

"Guess I'm early. Hmm, this looks like a good spot," I say sitting down on a small bench, well at least it's small for my big rump.

The locker room smells weird today, but I guess I should expect it with everyone's scents swirling in the air, but today it stinks. Guess whomever used this arena last didn't clean it very well, oh well, no big deal. My canine senses adapt well to all smells, both good and bad. It's not too bad.

I take a deep breath to soak it all in, cough-cough.

"Whew! Damn, that is a rank smell," I say under my breath.

I take my clothes off until I'm down to just my underwear and slap on my big black trunks. I got some new trunks over the weekend that have the letters SB engraved in silver and designed like the Superman logo, they're pretty cool.

My nose was going crazy from the weird odor in the locker room. It was getting stronger and then fading and then stronger again. Whew! I looked down to tie my wrestling boots on when I head a couple of thick footsteps coming near me. I look up to see a big skunk before me. Before I can even register it's new newest addition to our roster he extends a big paw to me.

"Hello, Mr. Silverback sir," he says wearing a nice Calvin Klein suit and a smile, a fake one if you ask me. I stand up and shake his paw; it's always been our custom that the new guys shake everyone's paws and introduce themselves when they enter our company. Kind of like a hidden rule.

Amazingly, the skunk looks much bigger than his picture told me. My seven-foot frame doesn't even eclipse his height, he may be 7'3 or 7'4. He matches my 502 pounds of muscle and girth pretty well too, but he looks like he's got more girth than muscle.

"Wow! You're a big one," I say smiling. Once I stand in front of here for only a few mere seconds the odor wraps around and pushes into my nose. It was then I notice the humongous, fluffy skunk tail swaying slowly behind him. The smell lingered but I try to ignore it.

The skunk says, "Hehe yes, but let me introduce myself, I am the undefeated Skrunk Conway, you're opponent for tonight."

"Oh nice," I say as if I didn't already know, "Well, we'll tear it up out there and we will see if can stay undefeated tonight, hehe," I smirk.

He looks down for a second, it looked like he was trying to hide a smile or a chuckle, be he looks back up at me with a straight face,

"Hehe yes, I just wanted to make a formal introduction to you before we go out there tonight, because I guarantee it won't be formal for very long."

He let's go of my paw and turns around, his tail just barely misses brushing my face, but the stench certainly didn't. My eyes start watering up quick and my nose gets infected from the stench, and now I know exactly who it's coming from.

* * *

The ring announcer stands in the middle of the ring in front of the thousands of people and says into his microphone, "This contest is scheduled for one fall."

My music, a brand-new heavy metal song from Fozzy and the crowd gets on their feet as I walk out from behind the curtain, a sea of fifteen-thousand people come out of their seats. A dozen spotlight focus all on me as I make my way down the ramp. A ton of strobe lights flicker to the rhythm of my music as I climb into the ring. The usual routine, hitting all four corners and posing for photos and video.

Suddenly generic rave music blasts on, I look to the top of the ramp and watch the spotlights shine down on a black and white figure. No longer wearing the nice Calvin Klein suit, now in a pain of black trunks with a green rave-night design and green wrestling boots, knee-pads, and elbow pads. Most of the fans don't react to him, which is common for new-comers, but some are cheering him on and some are booing him, particularly the ones who were plugging and fanning their noses. I look out into the crowd and see an orca holding a big sign that read, "STINK HIM UP!"

"Shit," I say to myself as Conway makes his way into the ring.

Maybe he uses his awful stench to defeat his opponents, it makes perfect sense. Most skunks I know are able to cover up their musk with special perfumes and shampoos, but I've never wrestled a skunk, I've never even seen a skunk wrestler before. I'm sure Conway has his groups of fans who have been watching him in the indies and on the internet . . . maybe I should have done the same before I walked out here.

The music stops and the ring announcer says into his microphone, "First, in the corner to my right, weighing in at 502 lbs, this is Silverback!"

I raise my paws in their air and am delighted as most of the the fans cheer and applaud me. Good to know that the fans still enjoy seeing me.

"And in the corner to my left, he is making his G.R.R. in-ring debut, weighing in at 530 lbs, this is the undefeated, Skrunk Conway!"

He gets a mixed reaction of cheers, boos, and smattering of applause.

I pound my fists together to get psyched up. Conway stares me down from across the ring . . . and he is smiling. Why the hell is he smiling? Rarely does anybody smile when they get in the ring with me, but not too many wrestlers match me in size. Conway does. Normally I'd be excited for a match with this kind of size challenge, but the horrific smell from earlier leaves me humble.

Ding-ding.

We lock up in the center of the ring and I get him in a side-headlock. I try to get his big body down on the mat early when I feel something soft, brush across my back and under my armpit. Suddenly a blast of the rancid, stinky smell engulfs my nose and my eyes start to water again.

"Oh, God!" I break away from him in disgust. He just smiles wide at me and puts his paws in the air to get ready to lock up again. I wipe the tears out of my eyes and try to take a deep breath, 'try' being the key word. We lock up again and this time grab his wrist and ring his arm over my head for an arm lock. Before I can get it completely locked in he kicks me in the gut, grabs my wrist, and gets me in an arm lock of his own. He smiles at me again and I notice his body language when I see him aiming his big tail my way, I try to pull away from him but it's too late as a much stronger helping of the stench blasts in my face, blowing my fur back.

I kick him in the leg and manage to get away from him again. This is really getting me very angry. How the hell can I wrestle this guy if I can't even get near him?

I hide my face with my paw, "Damn Conway, what the-yelp!" I yelp as Conway shows an impressive feat of strength as he pick me up and then slams me down in a bodyslam, the full weight of his 530 lb frame coming down on my in the process.

"Gah!" I groan. He hooks my leg in the cover and the referee gets down on all fours and counts,

"1 . . . 2 . . ." I kick out quickly and hook my arms under his and try to turn him over in a pinning position of my own but he breaks out of it and gets hold of me by the back of my neck and rolls me up into a school boy pinning position with my shoulders on the mat,

"1 . . . 2 . . ." I burst out of it again and just decide to get out and roll myself out of the ring. The referee immediately starts the count for the count-out while I try to recollect myself. I look to the fans around me in the front rows,

"Go get him!" an over-excited grandmother wolf says to me.

"Kick his ass!" a nearby big bear says to me.

I circle around the ring, Conway's smile disappears into a look of intensity.

"Alright!" I shout as I slap myself in the face a few times, "No more fooling around!"

I slide back into the ring but Conway intercepts me by going down on his knees and clubs away at my upper back.

"Come on!" he backs away but that's enough to get me even more pissed as I get up and spear him down on the mat and deliver a few rights to his face. We both get up and he goes for a punch, I block it and hook my arm under his and hip-toss him down onto his back. He sits up but I pounce as I get behind him and hook his head with both arms for a rare-naked chokehold. It cinches in tight on his chin and I get my knee up for it to dig into his back as I pull back on his head. Conway reaches up and tries to dig his fingers into mine to try and break it but I'm not letting go of this, no matter how strong he is or how smelly he can get. The referee gets in front of him and asks,

"Do you want to give it up?"

He doesn't respond. I can feel his breath against my wrist and armfur. I pull back my knee and pull into a sleeperhold as I lock both my arms around his head and apply the pressure.

"Grah!" Conway grunts.

I keep the sleeperhold on and try to cinch it in as tight as I can. Conway grunts again and starts to wave his arms around, he's trying to get out of the hold. I twist and rock his head back and forth to add more pressure and the arms stop waving as they fade down to his sides as he loses consciousness. I lay both of us back and keep the hold on as the referee gets on all fours to check him. He picks Conway's lifeless arm up and I watch as it drops down on the canvas, for I know that three drops means a victory. He grabs his arm again and it drops again but this time Conway makes a fist and start to shake it.

"Grahhhh!" he yells.

"Gah! Grrrr!" I growl to keep the hold on but it's not working anymore. He shakes his arms again and pushes himself up on all fours.

"Hyah!" he elbows me in the side of my stomach. He elbows again, this time connecting with my ribcage but I refuse to let go. I look up at the crowd as I start to elevate,

"Ohhhhh," the crowd says, most of them have their ears up and their jaws gaping open. It felt like I was floating in mid-air, it took a second til I realize that even though I'm clinched on Conway's back he's showing off his massive strength again and gets back on his feet.

"What the hell?! Are you kidding me?!" I say to him cause even I can't believe this, he's a big skunk but he's standing with a 500-pounder on his back after almost being knocked out. Who the hell is this guy?

I try my last gasp and wrap my heavy legs around his waist and pull back on his head again to try and get him back down on the canvas.

"Grahhh!" he back-pedals as fast as he can,

BAM!

"Ah! God!" I yelp as my back hits the turnbuckle hard.

"Get off my back!" he shouts.

"Make me!" I shout right back at him and continue to cling to his head. He walks forward again and backs up even harder into the turnbuckle again.

"Guh!" I grunt as my grip starts to loosen. He walks forward and backs up for the third time. My back gets rammed into the turnbuckle and the crack of my ass makes great contact with the steel post. I finally let go and slump in the corner.

"Ah damn!" I say feeling at my back. He spins and delivers a hard-hitting elbow to my face, followed up with a few well-placed punches to my face and then a hard knee to my gut. It makes me slump down even more in the corner, I need to think of my next attack and quick.

He swings for a punch but I duck it and try to get myself out of the corner but Conway grabs me by the shoulder and pushes me right back into the corner before nailing me with a devastating sidekick to my gut. My body slumps halfway down in the corner as I clutch my stomach in pain. I try to take a deep breath but it only hurts with each one I take.

"Yahhh!" Conway yells as he runs straight for me, I try to get out of the way but it's too late. He turns his body around in mid-run and I get 530 lbs of gigantic heavy skunk ass crushing down on my face.

I hear a muffled, "Ohhhhh," from the crowd, my head starts to ring and lose position in pure exhaustion and my head leans back in the turnbuckle and my tongue hangs out of the side of my mouth as my muzzle brushes against the green fabric of his trunks. I'm barely conscious, the only thing keeping my face from hitting the mat is Conway's giant ass. My eyes close and the shouts of the crowd start to fade away . . .

Suddenly a hisssss sound comes from out of nowhere and my nose gets plunged with the wretched, foul stench of the skunk's musk. It's so strong I open my eyes and the sounds of the crowd come roaring back and I instantly regain consciousness. Conway finally releases me from his "clutches" and I reach up to grab my face in disgust as I roll out to the floor again.

"Gah!" I fall on the aesthetic mats on all fours, the musk burning my eyes, I stand up and feel around for the nearest water bottle I can find, my eyes are still burning but there's got to be water around here somewhere. I see the ring announcer sitting in a chair at ringside, and more importantly I see his bottle of water sitting next to the chair. I grab the bottle and twist the top off and pour the water into my eyes and mouth.

"Gah!" Spit, spit spit. I rub my eyes and look up once again at my opponent,

"I'm going to get you good for that!" I yell angrily.

"Hehe, bring it my pet!"

Oh . . . you . . . bitch.

He goes for the ropes to grab my head but instead I grab his head and pull him down, his body flip flops over the ropes and he lands on his feet before crumbling down to the floor. I start to deliver rights and lefts as hard and fast as I can, he tries to dodge them but I'm way too pissed off for him to block even one of my furious punches, this isn't a match to me anymore, this is a fight. This guy, this jobber is humiliating me beyond belief and is more than happy to deliver more, well he's not going to get me again as long as I am conscious.

"Grah!" I growl as I clothesline him across the face and we both go tumbling over the steel guard rail. My back hits the concrete with big SPLAT as we land in the front row of fans.

"Yeah!" one fan says.

"Oh, shit!" another one says.

". . . 5 . . ." I hear the referee say. He's administered the count for the count-out. I look over at Conway struggling to get up-- pat pat. His tail pats on me, the stench getting stronger with every pat,

". . . 6 . . . "

"Oh God!" I push it out of my face and backpedal away. He gets back to his feet while holding his head, he looks a little out of it.

". . . 7 . . ."

I feel a little nudge on my arm as a teenage wolf with a Buckcherry shirt on paws me a drink and says, "Use this, Silverback."

"Thanks," I reply with a smile as I take a quick swig of the teen's cola and pat Conway on the shoulder. He gingerly turns around,

SPIT!

I shower Conway's head with cola before throwing the cup in his face, cola splashing everywhere.

". . . 8 . . ." I step over the guardrail so I can make my way back into the ring.

"Oh no you don't!" Conway growls as he grabs me by my headfur and pulls me back hard.

SMACK! The back of my head hits the guardrail hard.

"Ohhhh!" the fans say.

". . . 9 . . ."

My head gets very dizzy and everything starts to go dark . . .

* * *

My vision blurs as it starts to focus back in regular sight, I faintly hear a voice,

"Good, he's waking up." My body feels bent as two people hold me and slowly move me down. I'm relieved as my butt sits upon a seat and I hold the back of my head which has a huge lump on it. It feels wet, I pull my paw in front of me to see the crimson liquid seeping through my fingers.

"What happened?" I ask.

"You were knocked unconscious out there, they called us to come get you says the EMT.

"Hey wolf!"

I look up as Conway opens the trainer's room door and stands there rubbing his head with a towel around his neck.

"You!" I stand up from my seat and start marching towards him so I can knock his head off his shoulders when the EMT's restrain me,

"Wait! We need to check on your physical condition and also take care of that cut!" the husky says. I look back at the big skunk with that stupid smirk planted on his face again.

"I will beat you skunk," I say.

"Oh really now?" his toothy grin gets wider.

"Yeah, because I want a rematch!"

He grabs the towel and throws it to the floor, "I was hoping you'd say that, that gives me another chance to stink you up my little pet."

"Ugh! You're disgusting!"

"Nope, just smart. When do you want the next match, wolf? I want to defeat the world champion by pinning you or making you give up."

Igrowl, "Tomorrownight,atthe_Uncensored_taping.Youandmeonemoretime."

"Hehe, I can't wait," he says as his big fluffy tail peaked behind over his head.

"I can defeat you even with that damn tail of yours."

He starts to walk away, "Hehe you can't hold your breath forever wolf! And believe me, I'm just getting started, you only got a small taste of what I am capable of." He walks out with the tail swaying from side to side, "Stink you later, pet. Hahaha!"

I don't want to think about it but it's going to keep simmering in my mind. No one has ever dominated me in the ring like that. Well, it will not happen again. Once I'm allowed to leave the room I'm going straight to Ms. Draxa's office to make the match official. I take a deep breath but the smell comes right to my weak nose again as I smell my own fur,

"God, hurry this up guys, I need to take a long, hot shower."