Post by Immanuel Taylor on Mar 16, 2010 21:54:54 GMT -5
In the usual uncharacteristic fashion, SnV begins with an overview shot of the entire EUW roster. Everyone, from world champion Xplode to Eddie Laurel, are seated around a large and noticeably pricey brown conference table. On the left side of the table, The Puzzos, Creep, JJ, and TITAN seem to be seated on individual director chairs. TITAN in particular seems to be uncomfortable in his petite director chair. One more chair is present with “Chris Sabora” written on it. He still hasn’t shown up.
On the right and opposite side, Xplode, Jack Bull, Toby Hunter, and Eddie laurel seem to be seated in identical director chairs. An empty chair with “Dante Holly” is present, signifying that Holly is missing. The camera turns to the opposite fronts of the table where EUW general manager Vincent Ellis is seated one end with a big black recliner comforting him. Mark Rivera, the supposedly reformed General Manager assistant, is seated on the opposite end of Ellis with a similar chair. Ellis stands up to speak.
Vincent Ellis: First of all, I’d like to thank you all for coming to the first ever Council meeting. As you can see, the cameras will be rolling. This is to re-enforce our “open” policy with our faithful EUW audience. Now we have a tight schedule ahead of us so we’ll have to dive head-first into business. However, before we start where is Dante Holly and Chris Sabora?
Rivera clears his throat and goes to answer Ellis’ question.
Mark Rivera: Uh….Mr. Ellis, Chris Sabora is supposedly arriving to the Vengeance Dome at this moment and Dante Holly has been missing the past week.
Vincent Ellis: Missing? I thought he took the week off.
Mark Rivera: Yes sir, he did. Our week off vacations, however, do not cover international vacations. Apparently, he has been sighted in Mexico City.
Ellis attempts to react with shock but soon realizes that this is the erratic and unstable Dante Holly and quickly changes the subject. All the EUW roster, being forced to sit through this, react in different ways to the Council’s meeting. Most force themselves to stay awake while others simply ignore what’s going on. Xplode, in particular, seems to be staring at Mark Rivera with hatred.
Vincent Ellis: Well, let’s get started. First of all, let me address the Pay Per View issue. It is official that we will be holding our first Pay Per View since the opening on April 3rd. The name of said PPV will be Zero Tolerance. Hopefully, this will quell all the rumors surfacing around. Now I also want to remind you all that I greatly welcome questions and suggestions. The purpose of The Council is to welcome and hopefully embrace new ideas and…
Jack Bull: Yo, Vinnie! I got a question. Why do we all have to sit on these annoying wooden chairs while you and your monkey Rivera get to pamper yourself with those things.
Mark Rivera: Monkey?
Toby Hunter: I concede Jack Bull’s point. We should all be treated fairly, even in manners as petite as seating.
Eddie Laurel: Yeah, make that three votes for comfy chairs.
Vincent shoots Rivera a quick glance and both men nod to each other. Ellis smiles and jots something down on the piece of paper before continuing his speech.
Vincent Ellis: Exellent point, gentlemen. I have written it down and hopefully we’ll all be oozing off in our respective comfy chairs when the next meeting rolls by.
Xplode: There’s going to be another one of these meetings? Oh fuck me…
Ellis’ eyes shoot at Xplode as Rivera begins coughing loudly in a feeble attempt to hide Xplode’s curse from the cameras.
Vincent Ellis: Xplode, please….let us cease the curses. This actually brings me to our first point of discussion. Due to the numerous complaints we have acquired from parent groups and the PTC, I am seriously considering establishing a No-Swearing Policy . This policy would be effective when the cameras are rolling and anyone who willingly breaks this policy will be fined.
Marcus Puzzo: Fined? As in you’re going to set up a Swear Jar?
Xplode: A Swear Jar? What are you, 4 years old?
Marcus Puzzo: I wasn’t talking to you, animal.
Xplode: Bite me, Puzzo.
Eddie Laurel: God, I hate those PTC cunts. Censorship as a whole is bullshit and we’d be feeding the ignorant engines of hate if we choose to succumb ourselves to any form of petty demand flinged upon us at any given moment.
The entire council suddenly stares at Eddie Laurel who is holding a small cup of what appears to be tea in his hand. He gently sips it as the stares continue.
Jack Bull: What the fuck was that? You just can’t say “No” can you, Hamlet?
Eddie Laurel: What does Hamlet have to do with poetry, you ignorant peon?
Ellis attempts to break up the situation by reminding everyone of the Anti-Swearing policy but Ellis ends up being ignored. Every participant in the Council has a white sheet of paper in front of him. Xplode takes his, crumples it into a white paper ball, and throws it at Marcus Puzzo. Marcus deflects it with his fist and it ends up bumping into TITAN’s head. The monstrous TITAN eyes Xplode, who sticks his tongue out at him mockingly. Toby Hunter shakes his head in disillusionment as Jack Bull and Eddie Laurel continue to argue.
Jack Bull: Did you just call me an ignorant penis, you little dick?
Eddie Laurel: Peon, not penis. And if my graceful memory serves me right, weren’t you the one who verbally assaulted me?
Jack Bull: Verbally assaulted me? Jesus Christ, where did they get this little turd? I think you’re just a bit sore that I kicked your ass all over the ring last week.
Before Eddie can answer, JJ interferes and grabs Eddie’s attention. Ellis is seen arguing with The Puzzos over something while TITAN is being calmed down by Rivera due to Xplode annoying him. Toby Hunter stares at the scene with disappointment as he seems to be the only one taking this seriously.
JJ: Eddie, I have to disagree with you regarding your theories of censorship. I believe that a fairly strict hold on today’s TV contents can be proven to be beneficial.
Eddie Laurel: Beneficial to whom? The fascist organizations such as the PTC? The ignorant masses that unfairly judge Professional Wrestling? Or perhaps the money-hugging TV executives that seem to be absolutely determined to stop an artist from presenting his full product due to certain aspects of said product being deemed to obscene or violent?
Everyone, at this point, seems to be staring at Laurel yet again who is folding his white sheet of paper while debating JJ. Vincent Ellis seems to have given up restoring order as Jack Bull raises his arms towards Eddie Laurel’s throat and motions that he’s choking Eddie Laurel.
Xplode: If you ask me, censoring a pair of tits should be a federal crime. You know?
Creep: Tell me about it, X. I wouldn’t mind if we got some Turkish female dancers in bikinis around here, you know, to come between rounds and stuff.
Toby Hunter: Firstly, that’s boxing you’re talking about. Secondly, both Xplode and you are….disquieting men.
Creep: Say what?
Eddie Laurel: He means you’re a pig.
Half the EUW roster is laughing while the other half are vehemently arguing. Vincent Ellis stands up in anger and goes to restore some order and discipline when suddenly Chris Sabora makes his grand entrance in the room. The entire room goes quiet. Sabora eyes everybody, in a more analyzing tone, before making his way to a chair between The Puzzos and sitting down on it. He clears his throat and crosses his legs as everyone either averts their eyes away or stare directly him. Vincent sits back down and begins organizing his notes as the atmosphere is clearly uncomfortable. Jack Bull breaks the tension by speaking.
Jack Bull: Uh….Ellis. I have a question here. This table here, what’s it made out of?
Vincent Ellis: Hmm….I believe marble. Why?
Jack Bull: Oh, well I was wondering if perhaps someone might decide to smash his face into it repeatedly. You know, the same someone who might have also done the same thing with a pair of steel steps a while ago?
Xplode lets out a loud laugh as everyone suddenly realizes Bull is talking about Chris Sabora and Sabora’s infamous mental breakdown a couple of weeks ago. A couple of more laughs burst out as Sabora eyes Jack Bull.
Mario Puzzo: That’s not funny, moron.
Toby Hunter: Stay out of this.
Jack Bull: Oh please, Sabora’s probably not going to come up with a comeback. Hell, I’ll bet five bucks he’ll start paper cutting himself with that white sheet of paper in front…..
Chris Sabora: You’re a funny man, Jack Bull. Really funny.
Jack Bull: Ah geez, thanks buck! And if I may say, you look like a pregnant cow.
Ellis goes to interfere but Sabora suddenly raises his arm towards him, signifying that he shouldn’t. Bull leans closer and puts on a big smile on his face as Sabora leans in closer too. Both men are glaring at each other.
Chris Sabora: You should let me finish my sentences next time, Bull. You’re a really funny man but you see, there’s a theory that men who go around making jokes all the time usually do so because they’re trying to hide something. Perhaps a hidden shame? Or perhaps their incompetence in the ring? Isn’t that right, Jack Bull?
Jack Bull: Perhaps. Perhaps. Or perhaps banging your head on the steel steps made you a bit delusional? Incompetence in the ring? What kind of gibberish are you speaking?
Chris Sabora continues to lean forward, now with both his arms on the conference table as he continues to lean in closer to Jack Bull. Xplode notices this.
Chris Sabora: Oh, I’m not the delusional one Bull. Correct me if I’m not mistaken, but haven’t I put you down more than once in the ring and forced you to return to the locker room with a loss under your belt?
Xplode: Be still, psycho.
Jack Bull: Butt out of this, X. This is between me and Rain Man here. Now correct me if I’m not mistaken, but didn’t I whoop your tight little ass out of the ring in the battle royal for the World Title? Speaking about that title, did you regain that yet?
A huge “whoa!” emanates from many of the superstars as Bull leans forward too now. Both Sabora and Bull are breathing into each other’s faces.
Chris Sabora: Very well, then let me propose a wager. Perhaps it is time to finish this feud between you and me once and for all? The upcoming Pay Per View. You and me in the ring. You come alone and so do I and we settle this once and for all.
Jack Bull: Hey! That’s the first sane thing you’ve said in weeks! And in case my enthusiasm isn’t rubbing off on you, let me make this clear and respond to your request with a Hell Yeah! Just make sure those two goons of yours don’t stroll down the ring.
Mario Puzzo: Who are you calling a goon?
Both Mario and Marcus stand up. Xplode and Toby Hunter stand up in response as Bull does so. Sabora does so too and this ends up with all six men staring at one another. Ellis immediately gets up and leaps on the desk, positioning himself between the six men. Rivera gets up and turns around to the camera and begins doing damage control in hopes of salvaging the disaster. Eddie Laurel turns his eyes to find TITAN staring at him with ferocity. JJ and Creep are arguing with one another. The final shot of the council meeting is one of chaos as everyone is gnawing at each other’s throats. The cameras finally cut away.
Explosions non-lethally assault the atmosphere as the lights flick on and the cameras swirl uncontrollably around the inside of the Vengeance Dome. The loyal and faithful fans erupt in a frenzy of excitement. John Walt is seen standing firmly in the middle of the ring as Creep and JJ arrive at their announcing table. Creep, in particular, takes his time as slaps the hands of the fans and even accepts a few beers from the crowd. The cameras swirl back to the middle of the ring.
John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Saturday…Night…Vengeance! The following opening match is scheduled for one fall and it will be contested under regular singles rules. Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds and standing six foot one. He is Eddie Laurel!
"Psychosis" blasts out of the speakers, and Eddie Laurel steps out, accompanied by Jedediah King, and walks smartly to the ring. In contrast to his calm demeanour, Jed is playing to the crowd, high fiving people and jumping around. It seems as though Jed is more naturally comfortable with this activity, whereas Eddie seems to prefer being more straight-laced. While he is waiting for Jed, Eddie climbs into the ring and removes his jacket, and rolls up his shirt sleeves. Before long, Jed climbs into the ring, and he brings Eddie over to the middle of the stage where they both take a bow.
Explosions begin to pound randomly all over the stage area as golden sparks shoot out in front of the entrance curtain. "Bleed for Me" by Saliva begins to play around the arena as the fans in attendance instantly start become loud vocally. A fog machine begins to spew out a thick layer of mist as the music continues to play it's ominous rhythm.
John Walt: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds and standing six foot three. He is Chris Sabora!
Walking through the darkness of the entrance area, Chris Sabora comes into view. He is wearing a black hooded sweat shirt with the hood draped over his head, partially covering his face. The sleeves of the hoodie are cut off, exposing his fully tattooed arms. Chris stands on the stage a brief moment, scanning the fans around him as they hail him with a mixture of cheers.
Chris slowly starts to walk down the ramp way towards the ring. He is almost smirking as he methodically continues forward, finally reaching the ring side area. He puts one black boot upon the bottom metal stair and once again turns to the fans. After soaking up the responses from the fans, Chris makes his way up the metal stairs and through the ropes.. entering the ring. He stops in the center of the ring, only to slowly raise only his right arm into the air. Behind him, golden showers of fireworks emit. As his theme song dies down, Chris slowly backs up to the ropes behind him, nodding at the referee that he is ready.
Chris Sabora stands in his ring corner motionless while Eddie Laurel hops around his corner giving Jebediah King a double high five before turning around and squaring up against Sabora. Both men approach eachother in the ring and the ref cuts them off telling both men to have a clean match. Sabora sticks out his left arm to wish his opponent luck.
J.J: Haven't seen Chris like behave like this in a long time.
The Creep: I think it's a load of ****crap if you ask me.
J.J: CREEP? You know the FCC and parents are watching us like Hawks
The Creep: Somebody needs to tell those soccer moms that this is wrestling, not Spongebob Squarepants.
J.J: You're sounding like James Vincent right now.
Laurel waits a few seconds before sticking out his left hand but at the last second he pulls it back and gives Sabora a shove sending him back a few paces. Sabora shows no response looking away from Laurel while the fans boo. The ref tries to restrain Laurel who starts shouting at Sabora, "YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ME CHRIS!!!", "YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ME!!! The ref yells at Laurel threating to disqualify him but Laurel ignores him spitting on the mat beside the ref who hesitates and looks at Sabora who sticks out his arms calmly saying "Alright Laurel.". The ref looks down at the announcers booth and the moment the bell rings Sabora lunges at Laurel getting him off guard and mounting some quick punches on Laurel while rolling across the ring, Laurel turns the tide and throws a few of his own at Sabora and the exchange continues until both men get back on their feet, both unphazed from the attacks. They both stare eachother down, Laurel yelling and taunting Sabora who maintains his calm demeanor as they circle eachother.
The Creep: See J.J? Laurel ain't falling for Sabora's lies.
J.J: Say what you want Creep, but Sabora has changed. I haven't seen him this calm since the days of Honor N' Vindication.
Sabora and Laurel carefully approach eachother both sticking on their arms, and Sabora quickly takes advantage of his size putting Laurel in a quick headlock, he circles the ring carefully maintaining his hold before flipping Laurel onto his back, he tries to follow up with The Machine, Laurel frantically moves around before using his legs to kick himself up and back on his feet, Sabora does a backwards sommersault returning to his feet and keeping his composure. The fans cheer both men on, Laurel taunts Sabora once again tapping his forehead with his left finger and telling Sabora that he isn't going to end this match quickly. Sabora places both of his arms on his hips and gives Laurel a stern but calm look.
J.J: Sabora has the advantage of size, technical ability, and ring savy backing him up. Laurel is going to have to find a way to overcome this if he wants to pull off the upset.
The Creep: Upset? C'mon Man!!! Your still living in the past friend. I love the attitude Eddie is bringing tonight, the perfect blend of fearlessness and arrogance.
Both men size eachother up and approach eachother sticking out there arms, Laurel makes the first move but Sabora overpowers Laurel with his size and places him in another headlock but he quickly transfers from a headlock to an armbar applying pressure on the young Laurel who winces in pain but is still in the game, Jebediah pounds the mat trying to spur his wrestler on, Sabora applies more pressure while remaining calm and in control. Suddenly Laurel uses the heel of his left leg and drives it into the stomach on Sabora who shows small signs of vulnerability coughing from the impact. Laurel once again kicks Sabora in the stomach who coughs and yells in pain, he is beginning to lose his hold, Laurel spots Sabora's moment of weakness and he tries to capitalize breaking free of the armbar and he turns around lunging toward Sabora's exposed neck, he tries to use his weight and momentum to pull off a ddt but Sabora is ready and he counters flipping Laurel onto his back with a belly to belly suplex, Laurel's back bounces off the mat so hard that he bounces upwards toward the ropes in the opposite direction of Sabora. Laurel stands on one knee slightly dazed and using the ropes to stay on his feet.
J.J: Wow, what a counter by Sabora.
Sabora quickly gets up and tries to end the match catching Laurel off guard with a school boy pin. 1..2 Laurel kicks out the fans delight and slowly gets up.
Sabora rolls back onto his feet and he approaches Laurel grabbing him by the head, he directs Laurel's head slamming him face first into the top turnbuckle. Laurel bounces back a bit while the fans let out an "ooooh" chant. Sabora hesitates before slamming Laurel's face into the turnbuckle again but Laurel grabs the ropes at the last second stopping Sabora. Laurel turns around and gives Sabora a quick left hook. Sabora moves back a few steps but is unphazed by the attack. Laurel gives Sabora a right hook, this time Sabora shows small signs of vulnerablity but Sabora shrugs off the attack. He moves toward Laurel again but Laurel gives him a hard left kick into the right ankle of Sabora.
Sabora shows signs of pain, flinching a bit. Laurel sees his moment and gives him another hard right kick to the left ankle of Sabora who yells in pain. Chris falls down on one knee and Laurel turns around running toward the ropes behind him, he leaps up onto the ropes propelling him into the air, he attempts a cross body but Sabora grabs him in mid air. Sabora tries to set Laurel up for a slam but he wiggles free and gains some momentum twisting his body, wrapping his legs around Sabora's head and slamming him face first into the mat with a hurracanrana. Sabora rolls up on his knees from the impact only to fall on his back dazed from the hit. Laurel quickly leaps on top of Sabora and the ref begins the three count, 1..2, Sabora quickly kicks out the moment the ref slaps the mat for the second time.
The Creep: Told you J.J, don't underestimate Laurel.
J.J: We almost had an upset on our hands just now. This match is getting exciting.
Laurel returns to his feet and he continues the attack stomping Sabora multiple times before finishing up with a knee drop to the head of Sabora who jumps up shaking violently from the impact. Laurel once again climbs on top of Sabora trying another three count. 1..Sabora kicks out faster this time. Laurel looks at the ring corner near Sabora and he walks toward it, he begins to climb the ropes.
J.J: What the hell is he doing?
The Creep: Looks like he's going for the Danse Russe.
J.J: This doesn't look good.
Laurel climbs the ropes but he see's Sabora getting up, he begins to rally the crowd on the top turnbuckle. Sabora is on his knees with his back turned. Sabora slowly turns around and Laurel leaps off the turnbuckle trying a missile dropkick but Sabora rolls forward instantly just missing the heels of Laurel who manages to move his legs upward landing back first into the mat. Sabora clings to the turnbuckle in pain and exhaustion while Laurel bounces on his knees holding his back and screaming in pain. Laurel turns around immediately but walks into a hungry Chris Sabora who grabs him and slams him to the mat with a spinebuster knocking the wind of him.
The Creep: Sabora deflated him on that one.
J.J: OH GOD!!! THIS HAS TO BE IT!!!
The ref starts the count while the fans quietly wait.
1..2... Laurel kicks out a split second before the ref hits the mat for the third time. The crowd is in a frenzy of boos and screams while Sabora argues with the ref briefly over the call. He quickly turns his attention back to Laurel. He lifs him back to his feet and gives him a hard irish whip toward the ropes. Laurel bounces off them and walks right into a vicious leg lariat from Sabora. Laurel lands on his back hard and is briefly sitting up in a daze before falling on his back. Sabora pulls Laurel back onto his feet again and follows up with a sleeper hold. He locks in the hold and uses his size to keep Laurel on his knees who shows little to no signs of struggle. Sabora puts immense pressure on Laurel who's face is beginning to turn red. Laurel squirms for life jumping in all directions trying to break the hold but Sabora will not let up.
J.J: Sabora is completely dismantling Laurel as we speak.
The ref walks over to check on Laurel. He lifts his left arm in the air once, the fans chant ONE!!! the moment it drops. The ref lifts the arm up again, the fans chant TWO!!! The ref lifts the arm again and lets go but Laurel wiggles it in the air and lets out a loud scream.
The Creep: He's still fighting double J!!!
Laurel uses all his energy trying to wiggle free. He lifts his legs into the air and uses them to propel himself backwards slamming Sabora back first into the mat causing him to break the hold, Laurel rolls backward from the impact free. Sabora wasn't hurt from the counter and returns to his feet ready to fight. Laurel gets caught up in the moment and yells in anger as he charges towards Chris. Due to the suddenness, Sabora doesn’t get much time to react and Laurel blasts him with a stiff kick to his gut.
Sabora briefly smiles, realizing he has successfully forced Eddie Laurel to lose control of his actions. Laurel lets out a barrage of punches and kicks and it is after the tenth one that Sabora grabs Eddie’s left leg. This proves to be a distraction as Sabora uses his free hand to chop Eddie in the throat. Eddie immediately loses balance and begins wobbling backwards. Due to the fact that Sabora is currently grabbing his left leg, Eddie ends up falling back-first into the mat. Sabora retreats a couple of steps backward, preparing himself for the kill. Eddie befuddledly stands up and Sabora leaps like a tiger, executing Eddie Laurel with the Maximum Overdrive!
JJ: Whoa! Look at Sabora go. That man’s sanity may be in question but his in-ring ability is as sharp as ever.
Sabora covers the unconscious Eddie Laurel for the pinfall as the referee does his job of counting it. One….Two…Three! The ring bell wildly rings as Sabora stares at Eddie Laurel’s fallen body for a couple of seconds.
John Walt: And your winner of the match via pinfall….Chris Sabora!
Sabora continues to stare at Eddie Laurel’s fallen body. The referee raises his hand as Sabora doesn’t avert his stare. EUW cameras immediately cut to a commercial break.
On the right and opposite side, Xplode, Jack Bull, Toby Hunter, and Eddie laurel seem to be seated in identical director chairs. An empty chair with “Dante Holly” is present, signifying that Holly is missing. The camera turns to the opposite fronts of the table where EUW general manager Vincent Ellis is seated one end with a big black recliner comforting him. Mark Rivera, the supposedly reformed General Manager assistant, is seated on the opposite end of Ellis with a similar chair. Ellis stands up to speak.
Vincent Ellis: First of all, I’d like to thank you all for coming to the first ever Council meeting. As you can see, the cameras will be rolling. This is to re-enforce our “open” policy with our faithful EUW audience. Now we have a tight schedule ahead of us so we’ll have to dive head-first into business. However, before we start where is Dante Holly and Chris Sabora?
Rivera clears his throat and goes to answer Ellis’ question.
Mark Rivera: Uh….Mr. Ellis, Chris Sabora is supposedly arriving to the Vengeance Dome at this moment and Dante Holly has been missing the past week.
Vincent Ellis: Missing? I thought he took the week off.
Mark Rivera: Yes sir, he did. Our week off vacations, however, do not cover international vacations. Apparently, he has been sighted in Mexico City.
Ellis attempts to react with shock but soon realizes that this is the erratic and unstable Dante Holly and quickly changes the subject. All the EUW roster, being forced to sit through this, react in different ways to the Council’s meeting. Most force themselves to stay awake while others simply ignore what’s going on. Xplode, in particular, seems to be staring at Mark Rivera with hatred.
Vincent Ellis: Well, let’s get started. First of all, let me address the Pay Per View issue. It is official that we will be holding our first Pay Per View since the opening on April 3rd. The name of said PPV will be Zero Tolerance. Hopefully, this will quell all the rumors surfacing around. Now I also want to remind you all that I greatly welcome questions and suggestions. The purpose of The Council is to welcome and hopefully embrace new ideas and…
Jack Bull: Yo, Vinnie! I got a question. Why do we all have to sit on these annoying wooden chairs while you and your monkey Rivera get to pamper yourself with those things.
Mark Rivera: Monkey?
Toby Hunter: I concede Jack Bull’s point. We should all be treated fairly, even in manners as petite as seating.
Eddie Laurel: Yeah, make that three votes for comfy chairs.
Vincent shoots Rivera a quick glance and both men nod to each other. Ellis smiles and jots something down on the piece of paper before continuing his speech.
Vincent Ellis: Exellent point, gentlemen. I have written it down and hopefully we’ll all be oozing off in our respective comfy chairs when the next meeting rolls by.
Xplode: There’s going to be another one of these meetings? Oh fuck me…
Ellis’ eyes shoot at Xplode as Rivera begins coughing loudly in a feeble attempt to hide Xplode’s curse from the cameras.
Vincent Ellis: Xplode, please….let us cease the curses. This actually brings me to our first point of discussion. Due to the numerous complaints we have acquired from parent groups and the PTC, I am seriously considering establishing a No-Swearing Policy . This policy would be effective when the cameras are rolling and anyone who willingly breaks this policy will be fined.
Marcus Puzzo: Fined? As in you’re going to set up a Swear Jar?
Xplode: A Swear Jar? What are you, 4 years old?
Marcus Puzzo: I wasn’t talking to you, animal.
Xplode: Bite me, Puzzo.
Eddie Laurel: God, I hate those PTC cunts. Censorship as a whole is bullshit and we’d be feeding the ignorant engines of hate if we choose to succumb ourselves to any form of petty demand flinged upon us at any given moment.
The entire council suddenly stares at Eddie Laurel who is holding a small cup of what appears to be tea in his hand. He gently sips it as the stares continue.
Jack Bull: What the fuck was that? You just can’t say “No” can you, Hamlet?
Eddie Laurel: What does Hamlet have to do with poetry, you ignorant peon?
Ellis attempts to break up the situation by reminding everyone of the Anti-Swearing policy but Ellis ends up being ignored. Every participant in the Council has a white sheet of paper in front of him. Xplode takes his, crumples it into a white paper ball, and throws it at Marcus Puzzo. Marcus deflects it with his fist and it ends up bumping into TITAN’s head. The monstrous TITAN eyes Xplode, who sticks his tongue out at him mockingly. Toby Hunter shakes his head in disillusionment as Jack Bull and Eddie Laurel continue to argue.
Jack Bull: Did you just call me an ignorant penis, you little dick?
Eddie Laurel: Peon, not penis. And if my graceful memory serves me right, weren’t you the one who verbally assaulted me?
Jack Bull: Verbally assaulted me? Jesus Christ, where did they get this little turd? I think you’re just a bit sore that I kicked your ass all over the ring last week.
Before Eddie can answer, JJ interferes and grabs Eddie’s attention. Ellis is seen arguing with The Puzzos over something while TITAN is being calmed down by Rivera due to Xplode annoying him. Toby Hunter stares at the scene with disappointment as he seems to be the only one taking this seriously.
JJ: Eddie, I have to disagree with you regarding your theories of censorship. I believe that a fairly strict hold on today’s TV contents can be proven to be beneficial.
Eddie Laurel: Beneficial to whom? The fascist organizations such as the PTC? The ignorant masses that unfairly judge Professional Wrestling? Or perhaps the money-hugging TV executives that seem to be absolutely determined to stop an artist from presenting his full product due to certain aspects of said product being deemed to obscene or violent?
Everyone, at this point, seems to be staring at Laurel yet again who is folding his white sheet of paper while debating JJ. Vincent Ellis seems to have given up restoring order as Jack Bull raises his arms towards Eddie Laurel’s throat and motions that he’s choking Eddie Laurel.
Xplode: If you ask me, censoring a pair of tits should be a federal crime. You know?
Creep: Tell me about it, X. I wouldn’t mind if we got some Turkish female dancers in bikinis around here, you know, to come between rounds and stuff.
Toby Hunter: Firstly, that’s boxing you’re talking about. Secondly, both Xplode and you are….disquieting men.
Creep: Say what?
Eddie Laurel: He means you’re a pig.
Half the EUW roster is laughing while the other half are vehemently arguing. Vincent Ellis stands up in anger and goes to restore some order and discipline when suddenly Chris Sabora makes his grand entrance in the room. The entire room goes quiet. Sabora eyes everybody, in a more analyzing tone, before making his way to a chair between The Puzzos and sitting down on it. He clears his throat and crosses his legs as everyone either averts their eyes away or stare directly him. Vincent sits back down and begins organizing his notes as the atmosphere is clearly uncomfortable. Jack Bull breaks the tension by speaking.
Jack Bull: Uh….Ellis. I have a question here. This table here, what’s it made out of?
Vincent Ellis: Hmm….I believe marble. Why?
Jack Bull: Oh, well I was wondering if perhaps someone might decide to smash his face into it repeatedly. You know, the same someone who might have also done the same thing with a pair of steel steps a while ago?
Xplode lets out a loud laugh as everyone suddenly realizes Bull is talking about Chris Sabora and Sabora’s infamous mental breakdown a couple of weeks ago. A couple of more laughs burst out as Sabora eyes Jack Bull.
Mario Puzzo: That’s not funny, moron.
Toby Hunter: Stay out of this.
Jack Bull: Oh please, Sabora’s probably not going to come up with a comeback. Hell, I’ll bet five bucks he’ll start paper cutting himself with that white sheet of paper in front…..
Chris Sabora: You’re a funny man, Jack Bull. Really funny.
Jack Bull: Ah geez, thanks buck! And if I may say, you look like a pregnant cow.
Ellis goes to interfere but Sabora suddenly raises his arm towards him, signifying that he shouldn’t. Bull leans closer and puts on a big smile on his face as Sabora leans in closer too. Both men are glaring at each other.
Chris Sabora: You should let me finish my sentences next time, Bull. You’re a really funny man but you see, there’s a theory that men who go around making jokes all the time usually do so because they’re trying to hide something. Perhaps a hidden shame? Or perhaps their incompetence in the ring? Isn’t that right, Jack Bull?
Jack Bull: Perhaps. Perhaps. Or perhaps banging your head on the steel steps made you a bit delusional? Incompetence in the ring? What kind of gibberish are you speaking?
Chris Sabora continues to lean forward, now with both his arms on the conference table as he continues to lean in closer to Jack Bull. Xplode notices this.
Chris Sabora: Oh, I’m not the delusional one Bull. Correct me if I’m not mistaken, but haven’t I put you down more than once in the ring and forced you to return to the locker room with a loss under your belt?
Xplode: Be still, psycho.
Jack Bull: Butt out of this, X. This is between me and Rain Man here. Now correct me if I’m not mistaken, but didn’t I whoop your tight little ass out of the ring in the battle royal for the World Title? Speaking about that title, did you regain that yet?
A huge “whoa!” emanates from many of the superstars as Bull leans forward too now. Both Sabora and Bull are breathing into each other’s faces.
Chris Sabora: Very well, then let me propose a wager. Perhaps it is time to finish this feud between you and me once and for all? The upcoming Pay Per View. You and me in the ring. You come alone and so do I and we settle this once and for all.
Jack Bull: Hey! That’s the first sane thing you’ve said in weeks! And in case my enthusiasm isn’t rubbing off on you, let me make this clear and respond to your request with a Hell Yeah! Just make sure those two goons of yours don’t stroll down the ring.
Mario Puzzo: Who are you calling a goon?
Both Mario and Marcus stand up. Xplode and Toby Hunter stand up in response as Bull does so. Sabora does so too and this ends up with all six men staring at one another. Ellis immediately gets up and leaps on the desk, positioning himself between the six men. Rivera gets up and turns around to the camera and begins doing damage control in hopes of salvaging the disaster. Eddie Laurel turns his eyes to find TITAN staring at him with ferocity. JJ and Creep are arguing with one another. The final shot of the council meeting is one of chaos as everyone is gnawing at each other’s throats. The cameras finally cut away.
Explosions non-lethally assault the atmosphere as the lights flick on and the cameras swirl uncontrollably around the inside of the Vengeance Dome. The loyal and faithful fans erupt in a frenzy of excitement. John Walt is seen standing firmly in the middle of the ring as Creep and JJ arrive at their announcing table. Creep, in particular, takes his time as slaps the hands of the fans and even accepts a few beers from the crowd. The cameras swirl back to the middle of the ring.
John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Saturday…Night…Vengeance! The following opening match is scheduled for one fall and it will be contested under regular singles rules. Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds and standing six foot one. He is Eddie Laurel!
"Psychosis" blasts out of the speakers, and Eddie Laurel steps out, accompanied by Jedediah King, and walks smartly to the ring. In contrast to his calm demeanour, Jed is playing to the crowd, high fiving people and jumping around. It seems as though Jed is more naturally comfortable with this activity, whereas Eddie seems to prefer being more straight-laced. While he is waiting for Jed, Eddie climbs into the ring and removes his jacket, and rolls up his shirt sleeves. Before long, Jed climbs into the ring, and he brings Eddie over to the middle of the stage where they both take a bow.
Explosions begin to pound randomly all over the stage area as golden sparks shoot out in front of the entrance curtain. "Bleed for Me" by Saliva begins to play around the arena as the fans in attendance instantly start become loud vocally. A fog machine begins to spew out a thick layer of mist as the music continues to play it's ominous rhythm.
John Walt: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds and standing six foot three. He is Chris Sabora!
Walking through the darkness of the entrance area, Chris Sabora comes into view. He is wearing a black hooded sweat shirt with the hood draped over his head, partially covering his face. The sleeves of the hoodie are cut off, exposing his fully tattooed arms. Chris stands on the stage a brief moment, scanning the fans around him as they hail him with a mixture of cheers.
Chris slowly starts to walk down the ramp way towards the ring. He is almost smirking as he methodically continues forward, finally reaching the ring side area. He puts one black boot upon the bottom metal stair and once again turns to the fans. After soaking up the responses from the fans, Chris makes his way up the metal stairs and through the ropes.. entering the ring. He stops in the center of the ring, only to slowly raise only his right arm into the air. Behind him, golden showers of fireworks emit. As his theme song dies down, Chris slowly backs up to the ropes behind him, nodding at the referee that he is ready.
Chris Sabora stands in his ring corner motionless while Eddie Laurel hops around his corner giving Jebediah King a double high five before turning around and squaring up against Sabora. Both men approach eachother in the ring and the ref cuts them off telling both men to have a clean match. Sabora sticks out his left arm to wish his opponent luck.
J.J: Haven't seen Chris like behave like this in a long time.
The Creep: I think it's a load of ****crap if you ask me.
J.J: CREEP? You know the FCC and parents are watching us like Hawks
The Creep: Somebody needs to tell those soccer moms that this is wrestling, not Spongebob Squarepants.
J.J: You're sounding like James Vincent right now.
Laurel waits a few seconds before sticking out his left hand but at the last second he pulls it back and gives Sabora a shove sending him back a few paces. Sabora shows no response looking away from Laurel while the fans boo. The ref tries to restrain Laurel who starts shouting at Sabora, "YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ME CHRIS!!!", "YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ME!!! The ref yells at Laurel threating to disqualify him but Laurel ignores him spitting on the mat beside the ref who hesitates and looks at Sabora who sticks out his arms calmly saying "Alright Laurel.". The ref looks down at the announcers booth and the moment the bell rings Sabora lunges at Laurel getting him off guard and mounting some quick punches on Laurel while rolling across the ring, Laurel turns the tide and throws a few of his own at Sabora and the exchange continues until both men get back on their feet, both unphazed from the attacks. They both stare eachother down, Laurel yelling and taunting Sabora who maintains his calm demeanor as they circle eachother.
The Creep: See J.J? Laurel ain't falling for Sabora's lies.
J.J: Say what you want Creep, but Sabora has changed. I haven't seen him this calm since the days of Honor N' Vindication.
Sabora and Laurel carefully approach eachother both sticking on their arms, and Sabora quickly takes advantage of his size putting Laurel in a quick headlock, he circles the ring carefully maintaining his hold before flipping Laurel onto his back, he tries to follow up with The Machine, Laurel frantically moves around before using his legs to kick himself up and back on his feet, Sabora does a backwards sommersault returning to his feet and keeping his composure. The fans cheer both men on, Laurel taunts Sabora once again tapping his forehead with his left finger and telling Sabora that he isn't going to end this match quickly. Sabora places both of his arms on his hips and gives Laurel a stern but calm look.
J.J: Sabora has the advantage of size, technical ability, and ring savy backing him up. Laurel is going to have to find a way to overcome this if he wants to pull off the upset.
The Creep: Upset? C'mon Man!!! Your still living in the past friend. I love the attitude Eddie is bringing tonight, the perfect blend of fearlessness and arrogance.
Both men size eachother up and approach eachother sticking out there arms, Laurel makes the first move but Sabora overpowers Laurel with his size and places him in another headlock but he quickly transfers from a headlock to an armbar applying pressure on the young Laurel who winces in pain but is still in the game, Jebediah pounds the mat trying to spur his wrestler on, Sabora applies more pressure while remaining calm and in control. Suddenly Laurel uses the heel of his left leg and drives it into the stomach on Sabora who shows small signs of vulnerability coughing from the impact. Laurel once again kicks Sabora in the stomach who coughs and yells in pain, he is beginning to lose his hold, Laurel spots Sabora's moment of weakness and he tries to capitalize breaking free of the armbar and he turns around lunging toward Sabora's exposed neck, he tries to use his weight and momentum to pull off a ddt but Sabora is ready and he counters flipping Laurel onto his back with a belly to belly suplex, Laurel's back bounces off the mat so hard that he bounces upwards toward the ropes in the opposite direction of Sabora. Laurel stands on one knee slightly dazed and using the ropes to stay on his feet.
J.J: Wow, what a counter by Sabora.
Sabora quickly gets up and tries to end the match catching Laurel off guard with a school boy pin. 1..2 Laurel kicks out the fans delight and slowly gets up.
Sabora rolls back onto his feet and he approaches Laurel grabbing him by the head, he directs Laurel's head slamming him face first into the top turnbuckle. Laurel bounces back a bit while the fans let out an "ooooh" chant. Sabora hesitates before slamming Laurel's face into the turnbuckle again but Laurel grabs the ropes at the last second stopping Sabora. Laurel turns around and gives Sabora a quick left hook. Sabora moves back a few steps but is unphazed by the attack. Laurel gives Sabora a right hook, this time Sabora shows small signs of vulnerablity but Sabora shrugs off the attack. He moves toward Laurel again but Laurel gives him a hard left kick into the right ankle of Sabora.
Sabora shows signs of pain, flinching a bit. Laurel sees his moment and gives him another hard right kick to the left ankle of Sabora who yells in pain. Chris falls down on one knee and Laurel turns around running toward the ropes behind him, he leaps up onto the ropes propelling him into the air, he attempts a cross body but Sabora grabs him in mid air. Sabora tries to set Laurel up for a slam but he wiggles free and gains some momentum twisting his body, wrapping his legs around Sabora's head and slamming him face first into the mat with a hurracanrana. Sabora rolls up on his knees from the impact only to fall on his back dazed from the hit. Laurel quickly leaps on top of Sabora and the ref begins the three count, 1..2, Sabora quickly kicks out the moment the ref slaps the mat for the second time.
The Creep: Told you J.J, don't underestimate Laurel.
J.J: We almost had an upset on our hands just now. This match is getting exciting.
Laurel returns to his feet and he continues the attack stomping Sabora multiple times before finishing up with a knee drop to the head of Sabora who jumps up shaking violently from the impact. Laurel once again climbs on top of Sabora trying another three count. 1..Sabora kicks out faster this time. Laurel looks at the ring corner near Sabora and he walks toward it, he begins to climb the ropes.
J.J: What the hell is he doing?
The Creep: Looks like he's going for the Danse Russe.
J.J: This doesn't look good.
Laurel climbs the ropes but he see's Sabora getting up, he begins to rally the crowd on the top turnbuckle. Sabora is on his knees with his back turned. Sabora slowly turns around and Laurel leaps off the turnbuckle trying a missile dropkick but Sabora rolls forward instantly just missing the heels of Laurel who manages to move his legs upward landing back first into the mat. Sabora clings to the turnbuckle in pain and exhaustion while Laurel bounces on his knees holding his back and screaming in pain. Laurel turns around immediately but walks into a hungry Chris Sabora who grabs him and slams him to the mat with a spinebuster knocking the wind of him.
The Creep: Sabora deflated him on that one.
J.J: OH GOD!!! THIS HAS TO BE IT!!!
The ref starts the count while the fans quietly wait.
1..2... Laurel kicks out a split second before the ref hits the mat for the third time. The crowd is in a frenzy of boos and screams while Sabora argues with the ref briefly over the call. He quickly turns his attention back to Laurel. He lifs him back to his feet and gives him a hard irish whip toward the ropes. Laurel bounces off them and walks right into a vicious leg lariat from Sabora. Laurel lands on his back hard and is briefly sitting up in a daze before falling on his back. Sabora pulls Laurel back onto his feet again and follows up with a sleeper hold. He locks in the hold and uses his size to keep Laurel on his knees who shows little to no signs of struggle. Sabora puts immense pressure on Laurel who's face is beginning to turn red. Laurel squirms for life jumping in all directions trying to break the hold but Sabora will not let up.
J.J: Sabora is completely dismantling Laurel as we speak.
The ref walks over to check on Laurel. He lifts his left arm in the air once, the fans chant ONE!!! the moment it drops. The ref lifts the arm up again, the fans chant TWO!!! The ref lifts the arm again and lets go but Laurel wiggles it in the air and lets out a loud scream.
The Creep: He's still fighting double J!!!
Laurel uses all his energy trying to wiggle free. He lifts his legs into the air and uses them to propel himself backwards slamming Sabora back first into the mat causing him to break the hold, Laurel rolls backward from the impact free. Sabora wasn't hurt from the counter and returns to his feet ready to fight. Laurel gets caught up in the moment and yells in anger as he charges towards Chris. Due to the suddenness, Sabora doesn’t get much time to react and Laurel blasts him with a stiff kick to his gut.
Sabora briefly smiles, realizing he has successfully forced Eddie Laurel to lose control of his actions. Laurel lets out a barrage of punches and kicks and it is after the tenth one that Sabora grabs Eddie’s left leg. This proves to be a distraction as Sabora uses his free hand to chop Eddie in the throat. Eddie immediately loses balance and begins wobbling backwards. Due to the fact that Sabora is currently grabbing his left leg, Eddie ends up falling back-first into the mat. Sabora retreats a couple of steps backward, preparing himself for the kill. Eddie befuddledly stands up and Sabora leaps like a tiger, executing Eddie Laurel with the Maximum Overdrive!
JJ: Whoa! Look at Sabora go. That man’s sanity may be in question but his in-ring ability is as sharp as ever.
Sabora covers the unconscious Eddie Laurel for the pinfall as the referee does his job of counting it. One….Two…Three! The ring bell wildly rings as Sabora stares at Eddie Laurel’s fallen body for a couple of seconds.
John Walt: And your winner of the match via pinfall….Chris Sabora!
Sabora continues to stare at Eddie Laurel’s fallen body. The referee raises his hand as Sabora doesn’t avert his stare. EUW cameras immediately cut to a commercial break.
