EUW Presents: Zero Tolerance 2010!

[Immanuel Taylor]

Zero Tolerance opens up with an overhead shot of the infamous Vengeance Dome where every Saturday harbors EUW’s controversial brand of wrestling in the form of Saturday Night Vengeance. However, this Saturday is far from usual. This Saturday is related to three letters. PPV. The cameras swirl around the front of the Vengeance Dome revealing “ZERO TOLERANCE 2010” imprinted on an easily noticeable banner on top of the Vengeance Dome. The perpetual line of wrestling-hungry fans extends from the front double door of the Vengeance Dome to the endless stretch of the night. After more overhead shots, the cameras cut to inside the Vengeance Dome. More specifically, into the locker room of none other than EUW World Champion Xplode.

Xplode is seated on a foldable chair, lacing up his boots. His World Title is seated on the upper shelf of his wooden locker and is reflecting a very attention-whoring light. Xplode, the title holder, seems to be in a world of thoughts as he continues preparing himself for tonight’s main event. Suddenly, a loud knock comes from the door.

“Go away” professionally screams Xplode. A matter of seconds is all it takes for another loud knock to emanate before the door opens. “I thought I said…” furiously replies Xplode before stopping mid-sentence upon seeing none other than Mark Rivera , who seems to have brought along a black golf bag.

“Hello Xplode” calmly says Mark Rivera with a heart-warming smile on his face. Xplode loudly scoffs and gets in his face.

“What part of “Go Away” didn’t you understand, old man?” hisses Xplode into Rivera’s face.

“Now now Mr. Xplode, I come here with an interesting proposition for you. If, of course, I may have a moment of your time?”

“Fuck you” spits out Xplode before turning around. “I’m going to count till ten and if you’re still here then I’m going to shove you so far up Ellis’ ass that…..”

“How would you like to use your sledgehammer in tonight’s main event?” interjects Mark Rivera, immediately encapsulating Xplode’s attention. Xplode slowly turns around and eyes Mark Rivera in the face before noticing the golf bag in Rivera’s hand. Rivera drops the bag and slides it towards Xplode, who cagily crouches down and opens it up. His eyes shine with joy as he sees his classic trademarked sledgehammer nestled safely in the golf bag.

“You have two minutes, Rivera. Don’t make me regret this.” hisses Xplode as he picks up the sledgehammer and hoists it in the air, gently swinging it from left to right. Rivera clears his throat before beginning with his preposition.

“Well, I’ll begin by asking you if you have or have not noticed the escalating violence that has plagued our fine federation?”

“I have and I’ve also noticed Ellis pulling off a hissyfit everytime someone bleeds.”

“Well, Mr. Xplode, then you absolutely knowledgeable of the crisis that our benevolent General Manager is faced with. As someone who once walked down these halls as a General Manager, I am fully acquainted with the hardships of controlling a volatile group of men such as yourselves and if there’s one thing I’ve learnt, it’s that sometimes you have to fight fire with fire. Mr. Ellis is a good man but sometimes he doesn’t have the will to take an extra leap into the darkness in order to kill that very same void or darkness. Yes?”

“So…you’re going to do Ellis’ dirty work, eh?” replies Xplode with a smirk on his face as he continues staring at his sledgehammer.

“In a way or another, yes.”

“And I’m assuming Ellis has no idea about this meeting?”

“No, he doesn’t.” immediately replies Rivera while taking a long look at Xplode’s world title. “Vincent Ellis is a good man with a very difficult dream and ideal to hope for. Sometimes, you have to play dirty in order to bring in some good. This is where you come in, Xplode. Mr. Ellis and I have comprehensively studied the origins of EUW’s escalating violence and do you know who we traced it back to?”

“The Easter Bunny”

“Charming, Mr. Xplode. Charming but erroneous. No, we’ve traced it back to The Puzzos. Mario and Marcus Puzzo have been ambitious, too ambitious. Their quest for fame and respect has led them into difficult and violent ground. They crippled Toby Hunter, violently assaulted Jack Bull, and if memory serves me right, they stole your adorable World Title. Quite frankly, those two are way much more trouble than they are worth and their negligence and disrespect has led to an epidemic of violence. They must be punished.”

“Which is why I’m going to shove my both my feet up both their asses tonight.”

“How noble of you, Mr. Xplode. However, you have to keep in mind that Vincent Ellis has placed a strict “No Weaponary” regulation on the match. Which of course brings us back to square one. Why, exactly, am I handing you a sledgehammer if you can’t use any weapons in the match? Well, because I’m going to create a diversion for you. “

Xplode, now genuinely interested by what Rivera is saying, takes a seat and pays full attention. Rivera squats beside Xplode and continues on with his inconspicuous plan.

“15 minutes into the match, the lights of the arena will experience a tragic malfunction and will temporarily go out. The arena will be pitch black. This will be your perfect time to strike. I’ll be placing this sledgehammer under the ring, on the eastern side exactly. Before the lights go out, the titantron will malfunction. It will play Eddie Laurel’s entrance theme song by accident. This will be your cue. You will position yourself on the eastern side of the ring and await till the lights go out. Do remember to be inconspicuous about it. Memorize the locations of The Puzzos and once the lights go out, you will extract the sledgehammer from the bottom of the ring and you will go hammer-jolly on either both or one of the Puzzos. The lights will immediately go back on after thirty seconds.”

“So I have thirty seconds to take out both The Puzzos in the fucking dark? Well, I sure as shit can’t see this plan backfiring.”

“It will not, Mr. Xplode, if you are capable of performing it which I am sure you will be. The Puzzos are a serious thorn on my show and I plan to exterminate them for good.”

Xplode suddenly smiles as Rivera comes to a halt. He takes particular notice of Xplode’s wide smile.

“Your show?” quickly inquires Xplode with a slight smile on his face. “I thought this was Ellis’ show, not yours.”

“I….” begins Rivera but doesn’t finish. He stares at Xplode before suddenly shaking his head. “Yes, of course, they are a serious thorn on Ellis’ show. Now that you know the plan, please abide by it. This way, you get your sweet revenge and I get to cleanse this fed of some of its filth. This plan stays between me and you. Nobody else knows, not even Jack Bull or Toby Hunter. Any questions?”

“Yeah, two actually. First is, how do I know this isn’t a trick to get me fired? You and me aren’t exactly valentine lovers, Rivera.”

Rivera smiles a bit before casually walking around Xplode, who is seated on his foldable chair.

“Because, Mr. Xplode, I do not have to worry about you. You are rude, rancid, and abnormally violent. In my professional opinion, you will either retire early or completely self-destruct. And it is this unpredictability of yours that makes you the perfect candidate for this assignment. Along with your incredible disdain for The Puzzos. You may be unstable, Mr. Xplode, but it is that characteristic that makes you perfect for this and gives me a reason not to worry about where you’ll end up in the future. Also, if this is a trick then Mr. Ellis will be needing to know all the details and you can easily tell him that I’m the mastermind behind this plan. You have my golf bag here with you with my name on it as evidence. This way, if you go down then I go down with you. However, if The Puzzos go down then neither one of us gets harmed.”

Rivera finishes with a cold syllable as Xplode thinks about it before nodding, realizing that if this is a trick then Rivera would also be harmed. Rivera asks for the second question on Xplode’s mind to which Xplode asks while handing over the soon-to-be planted sledgehammer.

“Yeah, the second question. You want me to take out The Puzzos with this sledgehammer? I don’t see how this is going to stop them, old man.”

“No, Mr. Xplode.” swiftly responds Rivera while taking the sledgehammer. Rivera makes his way to the open door and picks up the empty brown bag he had put there earlier. He positions the sledgehammer in it before turning to Xplode.

“I don’t want you to take out The Puzzos, Mr. Xplode. I want you to cripple The Puzzos. Best case scenario, they won’t be able to walk anymore. Worst case scenario, they recover but they learn an important lesson of behaving and respecting the etiquette rules of wrestling.”

Rivera leaves the locker-room and closes the door behind him as Xplode leans back in his chair and smiles. He picks up Rivera’s golf bag which has Rivera’s name on it and already begins envisioning how tonight will pan out. Xplode notices a white slip of paper in Rivera’s bag and picks it up to find none other than the instructions for tonight’s plan written out clearly in Rivera’s handwriting along with a “Burn After Completion” imprinted on the bottom. Xplode grins and goes to warm up. Suddenly, the cameras swirl upwards to a ventilation shaft on the ceiling of Xplode’s locker-room. The camera zooms in to reveal someone or something in the ventilation shaft, keenly watching. After zooming in, the mysterious figure who must have heard everything about the plan is revealed to be none other than Dante Holly.

“Oh my stars and garters……vile villains!” whispers Dante to himself as he realizes it is up to him to stop this madness. The cameras swirl away and eventually cut to the opening image of tonight’s PPV…Zero Tolerance!

The opening video package rolls by as every single match is highlighted with a brief history of such being shown with both brevity and intensiveness. After the video package comes to an end, we immediately cut to the insides of the Vengeance Dome where thousands and thousands of fans are shown screaming with excitement!

An extension of the audience capacity has been built with the arena in case of PPVs and as such the arena is ostensibly packed with wrestling-hungry fans. The titantron is decorated in an unique manner too. A huge thermometer is hanging with a seemingly red substance extending all the way upwards, signifying the fact it’s about to implode. A huge banner with ZERO TOLERANCE is imprinted over the entrance screen. The entrance screen itself is showing shots of infamous moments that happened in the EUW in the past couple of weeks such as Xplode winning the world title in the battle royal, Chris Sabora’s mental breakdown, Mark Rivera’s return and many more moments.

The cameras then proceed to swirl around the arena, taking an overhead shot of the screaming fans before turning towards Creep and JJ. Both Creep and JJ are in tuxedos as they hunch over their miniature screens and greet the camera with unstable fervidness.

Creep: Ladies and gentlemen……..WELCOME TO ZERO TOLERANCE!

JJ: JJ and The Creep here with you and what a PPV we’ve got here, ladies and gentlemen. Toby Hunter and Xplode against The Puzzo’s as the main event! Jack Bull and Chris Sabora in a Pure Rules match!

Creep: And will Eddie Laurel survive the bullrope match with TITAN? And of course the opening match we’ll be getting to shortly. London Strife vs. Damian Winchester. We’ve already seen the eccentric Damien but who’s this London cat? Without further ado, let’s find out! Take it from here, Walt!

The cameras cut to the ring where John Walt is implanted in the middle of the ring in a sharp tuxedo and a fervid.

John Walt: This match is scheduled for one fall and is the opening contest!

The opening words to Girl’s Not Grey by AFI begin to play over the loud speakers as London Strife hops out from behind the curtains, grinning to his fans. The crowd erupts in cheers for London as he walks down onto the entrance stage in his ring attire which consists of black tights with the word Strife down his right leg.

John Walt: Coming to the ring at this time, hailing from Manhattan, New York. He is London Strife!!

As he heads to the ring with Girl’s Not Grey playing over the speakers he smacks the fans of the front row fans, appreciating their cheers. Finally, when he gets to the ring, London slides into the ring and stands in the middle, raising his arms to the crowd eliciting cheers from them. After this he lowers his arms and waits for his match to begin.

All is silent as the lights in the arena suddenly go out as a dim bluish grey illuminates the arena. The EUW titan-tron begins to flicker with static as “The Midnight Carnival” - Guilty Gear XX OST blast on out of the PA sound system. A few minutes pass before the sound of lighting is heard crackling across the arena as white fog begins to develop around the stage.

John Walt: He stands approximately Five foot and Ten inches, and weighs in at Two-Hundred and Twenty-six pounds.

As the fog continues to develop around the stage, Damian Winchester can be seen being engulfed within it, as he stands within it, the sound of various boos can be heard across the arena, as he erupts on out of the fog. Once seen the boo’s begin to pick up like a swarm of killer bees rising out of pits of hell. Winchester looks on staring out into the darkness as he takes in the hatred that surrounds around him.

John Walt: Coming from Parts Unknown…

Winchester strides down to the ring with a cold hard stare, white strobe lights flash underneath each foot step he takes as he reaches the bottom of the ramp way.

John Walt: Ladies and gentleman he is...DAMIAN WINCHESTER!!

Once at ringside he ascends the steel steps and walks across the ring apron, flaunting the crowd as he continues to wile them up before stepping in between the top rope and the middle rope. Damian hopes up on one of the middle turnbuckles and crosses his arms like a British Knight guarding the kings castle as he snubs the crowd as if they weren’t nothing to him as he stands in the corner of the ring.

The ref checks both men for any illegal objects before signalling for the bell to start off the first match of the night. Both competitors are stood staring at each other from either side of the ring, Damian has a sly smile on his face as London just looks at him with a blank stare. They meet in the middle and go for a typical collar and elbow tie up. Damian starts to get a somewhat unexpected advantage as London is sent back a couple of steps, Strife reverses the grapple around and sends Winchester into the turnbuckle. The ref breaks up the hold as London takes a step back, Winchester quickly pokes London in the eye as the ref has his back turned. The crowd boo loudly as Winchester just laughs.

JJ: And so the cheating begins.

Creep: Cheating?! It’s clear to me that Damian was just helping London out with a stray contact lens.

JJ: What?

Strife stumbles back holding his face as Winchester stays on the offensive and kicks London’s legs out from underneath him. Damian then quickly locks in an armbar whilst Strife is down and barks at the ref to see if he quits. London shouts that he doesn’t quit and using his free arm starts hitting some elbows to Damian’s chest. Winchester starts to feel the pain and quickly releases the hold, London tries to go for the attack but Damian quickly rolls out of the ring, much to the dismay of Strife.

JJ: Smart wrestling there from Damian.

Creep: He may look like a dumbass but the guy knows what he’s doing.

Damian wanders around ringside holding his chest in pain and having a breather. London has other ideas on his mind however and slides out to ringside himself, the crowd start to pick up as Strife catches up with Winchester and hits a clothesline to the back of his neck. London picks Damian up from the floor and clotheslines him hard into the crowd barrier, the ref shouts from the ring for Strife to return to the ring but he just carries on the attack with some hard punches. Eventually London stops the attack and rolls Damian back into the ring and goes for a pin 1..2..*kickout!” London doesn’t look worried and taunts to the crowd getting some loud cheers.

JJ: London looks ready for action!

Creep: Well its only early JJ, theres plenty of time for Damian.

Grabbing Damian’s left arm London goes for a giant stomp landing directly on Winchester’s arm. Recoiling in pain Damian grabs his arm, which London just stomped on. Carrying on with a few more stomps Strife eventually climbs to the second turnbuckle. Looking for a knee drop London dives but to no avail, Damian rolls out of the way as Strife lands hard on his right knee. Pulling himself up with the ropes Winchester goes for some punches using just his right arm. Managing to hit a couple Winchester sneaks up behind London and locks in a sleeper hold with just his right arm.

JJ: A sleeper with one arm?! Damian really is crazy.

Creep: Yeah he sure is, the only people that’s going to put to sleep are the crowd.

Strife starts to grow weary and starts to lose consciousness. The ref grabs his arm and picks it up then drops it. It lands down for the first drop, the ref does this again as it drops for a second time. The ref goes for the final drop however London doesn’t let it drop and starts to punch Damian in the face. Getting to one knee London starts gaining more and more energy eventually getting to a firm base hitting elbows to Winchester’s stomach. Getting himself out of the hold London grabs Damian and hits a northern lights suplex and hooks the leg. 1..2…*kickout!* Strife looks in shock and awe as Damian kicks out at the very last second.

JJ: That was close right there!

Creep: Damian knew what he was doing, looks like its gonna take more than that to keep him down.

JJ: Actually Creepy….it doesn’t like Damian is moving much.

Although Damian was able to kick out, he doesn’t seem able to stand back up. He starts shaking convulsely as the referee orders London to back off. The referee checks on Damian and then after seconds of observation, he gets up and signals something to John Walt, who promptly rings the ring bell before picking up his microphone

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed by the esteemed referee that one of the two wrestlers has suffered an incapacitating injury that would make it unfeasible for him to continue this match. As such, this match has ended and is ruled as a no contest.

The crowd reacts in shock as medics storm the ring. The referee furiously orders London Strife to leave the ring at once as London’s Northern Lights Suplex seems to have done a pretty hefty number on Damian Winchester or, more specifically, his neck.

JJ: Hell of way to debut, eh, Creepy?

Creep: Yup, this can go one of either two ways for Mr. Strife. It might get him some credibility with the other superstars….or it might get him fired. We’ll just have to wait and see.

[Immanuel Taylor]

The camera zooms in on the big screen as it displays footage from backstage, which we now seamlessly cut to ourselves. The image presented is that of Jack Rogers, standing in front of a special Zero Tolerance backdrop.

Rogers - ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for joining us backstage where I’d now like to welcome in non-other than Mister Jack Bull’.

Jack Bull, clad in his full wrestling attire, walks into shot from the left and the fans in the arena start going cheering loudly.

Rogers - ‘Now Jack, big night ahead of you tonight, facing off one on one with “The Machine” Chris Sabora in a Pure Rules Match. Your thoughts?’

Bull says nothing for a moment, staring straight down the camera lens. The fans in the arena can sense the tension and gradually get louder and more excited with each passing second. Then, Jack breaths deeply and unleashes an almighty, PPV worthy,

Bull - ‘WAASSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!’

The fans in the arena start going crazy and yelling back their own personal ‘Wazzuups!’.

Bull - ‘You know Buck, on the verge of this great occasion, my immediate thoughts are this… that you should the hell up and listen!’

Again the fans in the arena erupt in a chorus of cheers, quickly followed by a ‘Jack Bull... Jack Bull’ chant.

Bull - ‘And pretty much after that Buck, my thoughts are all focused on one singular point, one singular issue... kicking Chris Saboras ass!!’

Another round of cheers follow from the fans, quickly hushed as Jack continues.

Bull - ‘Because here we are Buck! Here we are in the Vengeance Dome for the EUWs first PPV since reopening, Zero Tolerance! Right now, a whole arena full of fans are waiting. A whole bunch of people, millions of them, are sitting at home right now watching this on PPV. Buck, probably one of the biggest audiences the EUW has ever known is getting themselves geared up, revved up, psyched up, and any other kind of up there is, all waiting for the moment when Jack Bull and Chris Sabora step into the ring.’

‘And we can’t disappoint Buck, can’t disappoint! Won’t disappoint! Jack Bull vs. Chris Sabora. Pure Rules contest Buck. “The Machine” Chris Sabora, against the Worlds leading distributor of ass kicking, Jack Bull! Can’t disappoint Buck! And won’t disappoint. Won’t let down all the fans Buck. They came to see the greatest damn match in PPV wrestling history and that’s what we gotta deliver Buck!’

‘And right now, standing here talking to you Buck, with all these people listening in, Jack Bull is gonna guarantee, guaran-damn-tee these fans that they will leave here satisfied! I’m gonna guarantee each and every person watching this at home that every last cent they paid for this show is gonna be well spent! Can’t disappoint Buck, won’t disappoint!’

‘So Chris Sabora, the last living descendent of the Red Indian chief Crazy Horse, if you’re listening man, if you’re listening, I want you to know something Chris. I want you to know that I’m here Chris. I want you to know that I’m here, your queer, and Jack Bull is gonna kick your ass all over Denver!!’

Another big cheer erupts from the audience.

Bull - ‘Tonight Buck Rogers, you’re going to see something that will still be talked about a long time into the future, even as far as the 25th Century. ‘cos Jack Bull and Chris Sabora got a score to settle. And tonight Buck, right out there in the middle of the ring, me and Chris Sabora are gonna settle it! And I already know what you’re thinking Buck. I already know what you’re thinking because it’s the same thing Chris Sabora is thinking.’

‘You’re thinking to yourself Buck, “how in the world, how in the name of god is Jack Bull gonna match up against Chris Sabora in a Pure Rules contest?”. And tonight we find out Buck. See I know a lot of people think like you. It’s sad I know, but it’s true. And I know a lot of people like you don’t think I can win Buck. Y’all think there’s no way that Jack Bull can outwrestle “The Machine”, Chris Sabora.’

Rogers shrugs his shoulders and kind of nods a little.

Bull - ‘Well Buck, tonight I’m gonna prove just how stupid you really are! I’m gonna take all those bad comments, all the negativity, all the “Jack Bull can’t do this” and the “Jack Bull can’t do that”, all that shit you give me and all that everyone else is thinking. And I’m gonna scrunch that up in a ball Buck…..’

Buck, sorry Rogers, now raises his hand like a frightened school child, to which Bull stops mid flow. The fans in the audience begin laughing, wondering what the hell is happening now.

Bull - ‘What the hell are you doing Buck? Why the hell have you got your hand up?’

Buck - ‘Uhm, I was just gonna say, a moment ago… you swore Jack. You can’t swear on TV. Especially not on PPV. Remember the PTC Jack and the P.E.B.N.I.S.’

The fans in the background begin booing loudly, showing their displeasure at the mention of the PTC. Bull takes a large breath in through his nose and lets it out slowly. He stares at Rogers with disdain.

Bull - ‘The PTC huh?’

Buck - ‘Yeah Jack, sorry. And the P.E.B.N.I.S. As well.’

Bull - ‘And the P.E.B.N.I.S?’

Buck - ‘Yeah. You can say hell, and damn. I think. But not the rest of it.’

The fans in the arena are now booing their asses off and you can almost hear the sound of a million boos coming back down the live feed from people watching at home. Jack looks annoyed, his momentum deflated by the PTC.

Bull - ‘Well Buck.
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FUCK ‘EM!!’

The crowd in the arena explodes as Jack flips the bird into the camera as well, putting the exclamation mark on the point.

Bull - ‘You know Buck, frankly I don’t give a flying fuck what the PTC thinks! And if you remember, before you rudely interrupted me, I was talking about taking all that negativity, all that hate and all the doubts about Jack Bull, and I was saying about scrunching all that up in a little ball. Well now lets take the PTC too, take them and the P.E.B.N.I.S. And I’m gonna fold them around the outside of that ball Buck. And then I’m gonna take the whole lot Buck, take that ball and scrunch it up real nice and tight. And then you know what Buck, do you know what I’m gonna do with it then?’
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Buck - ‘…’

Bull - ‘I’m gonna shove it right down all their damn throats!!!’

Again the fans explode for Jack Bull.

Bull - ‘Just like tonight Buck, when I face off against Chris Sabora. I’m gonna take all the negative crap and I’m gonna stuff it down Chris Saboras throat, till he chokes on the damn thing! And I’m gonna lay an ass kicking tonight on Chris Sabora that’s so damn brutal the PTC will be crying into their glasses of milk!’

Again we get another round of roaring cheers from the fans in the arena.

Bull - ‘Tonight Buck, Jack Bull is gonna put a stop to all the doubters. Gonna put a stop to all the haters. Gonna put a stop to all the negative press. And most importantly Buck, the icing on the cake, the coup de grace, the final point Buck. JACK BULL, IS GONNA KICK CHRIS SABORAS ASS!!’

‘AND THAT’S A FACT!! ASSHOLE!!’

The arena goes nuts one last time as Jack Bull signs off in customary fashion. Rogers, white as a sheet at the thought of the trouble he’s going to be in, just blankly stares at the camera before we cut to what appears to be Eddie Laurel’s locker room. The camera gets a good view in, revealing the contents to be simple furniture such as foldable chairs and a mirror along with Eddie Laurel himself and his manager, Jedediah King.

“Did you hear me, Jed?” asks Eddie as he continues to apply all the necessary items on himself before the upcoming bull rope match.

“Aye, I did.” says Jed before continuing on “And I think you’re absolutely fucking mad for asking it. You want to go into that match alone? He’ll….”

“Tear me alive? Rip my guts out? Yeah I heard it all, Jed. Point is, this is between me and him and this feud has been going on for far too long. It’s time it ended and I don’t want you getting caught up in the final explosion when everything implodes tonight. He already put you in the hospital once, aye?”

“Aye, you slick bastard.” replies Jed. “Aye”

Seconds of silence pass by as both men continue their separate business in peace before Jed speaks up once again.

“Before I go, I just have to ask. Do you have a gameplan? Please tell me you…..”

“Jed….” swiftly interrupts Eddie Laurel “Just go. This is my problem to deal with. I appreciate your concern, I really do, but I’m dealing with this. Not you.”

“Aye, aye, I heard you the first time.” says Jed before getting up to make his way to the locker room door. Realizing Eddie probably has a limo waiting for him outside, Jed prepares himself to leave before nearly exiting the locker room. Just as he is about to, he momentarily stops.

“Be careful out there. Please.” says Jed before making his way out. Eddie stops taping his wrist for a second before continuing on, knowing fully that he is about to head into a bloody battle with TITAN. The camera then instantly cuts to another part of the backstage area. More specifically, another locker room. A wide one where both Mario and Marcus Puzzo are standing firmly in their wrestling gear alongside none other than the lovely Sarah Thompson, who seems to be wearing a lovely combination of a black skirt with a white silk shirt that, for some very strange reason, enlarges her breasts rather than contains them. With a near-perfect face that screams “Product of Plastic Surgery” and a million dollar smile, Sarah initiates the interview.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Sarah Thompson with you here alongside both The Puzzos Brothers.”

“Hi Sarah…..” says Mario with wide and goo-goo eyes. His brother, Marcus, notices and rolls his eyes. Sarah eyes Mario and smiles back at him.

“Hey Mario. So guys, you’re main eventing your first PPV! That’s, like, so great! How does it feel?”

“I…uh…..it’s great, Sarah. You’re so great.” responds Mario with a strong smile on his face. He continues staring at her as she stares back with confusion and slight amusement at his answer. Marcus lets out a loud moan before snatching the microphone away from Sarah and instructing her to leave. Sarah, a bit hurt, nods and goes away but not before waving good-bye to Mario. Marcus looks at both of them before slapping Mario across the chest and whispering “FOCUS!” into his ear. Marcus then stares into the camera.

“Tonight is our night. The night The Puzzo Brothers finally prove to everyone they’re dominance and supremacy in the ring. You know, it’s funny that tonight’s going to be a climactic night because I’ve been getting flashbacks of our tenure here in EUW. I remember how my brother started here as a rookie. You remember that, Mario?”

Marcus hands over the microphone to Mario.

“Of course I do, bro.” shoots back Mario. “Nobody took me seriously. I was just a kid with a lot of heart. Now I’m going to be one of the youngest EUW superstars to main event a PPV. Me and Marcus of course.”

“You betcha, bro. And I believe tonight is going to be a statement of our rise to the main event in such a short time. A rise that, in case you all forgot, was one we did without Chris Sabora.” Marcus takes a second to suck in the moment as Mario looks a bit worried at the mention of his former mentor. Marcus nonetheless continues. “Last week, our so-called friend took us out in the ring along with our enemies. The man everyone accuses us of latching on to is officially not affiliated with us anymore. This means The Puzzos have nobody to hold them back. No body to restrain them. We proved this by taking out Toby Hunter, Xplode, Jack Bull, and TITAN.”

Marcus hands over the microphone to Mario.

“And the list is going to continue to grow because tonight we’re going to finish Toby Hunter and Xplode off once and for all. You two may have been here longer than we have but we have the tag team experience, we have the ambition and the drive and tonight, nothing stops us from destroying Hunter and Xplode and establishing ourselves as the true stars of professional wrestling.”

Marcus suddenly snatches the microphone away as his expression seems to change from confident to anger. Mario looks a bit confused at first but eventually catches on. Marcus’ face turns into an even more serious expression as he raises the microphone and addresses a personal issue.

“And we have a message for Chris Sabora himself. Last week, you took us out in the middle of the ring. We stood by you Chris, we supported you and we learnt from you which is exactly why we’re going to give you a free pass. We’re not going to take revenge for what you did to us on the last episode of SnV but hear me well, Chris, hear me well. We are officially through and if you ever come in our path again then we will cripple you like we crippled Toby Hunter and we will take your dignity away just like we took Xplode’s title away.”

Marcus drops the microphone as the camera zooms away before cutting to the ring where Vincent Ellis seems to already be in the ring. The fans cheer relentlessly, perhaps not for Ellis but for the sheer idea of being a part of Zero Tolerance. The camera swirls around Vincent Ellis a bit before focusing on him to speak.


"Thank you, thank you. How's tonight's show coming along, folks? How about that last match?!"

Vincent Ellis smiles out to the crowd after his question is nearly punctuated with a massive boom of cheers. He nods his head in approval and turns on his heel, the smile still on his face.

"Good, good. Glad to hear it. Tonight, as you all know, we have a fantastic line-up for you all. And I know you all know the card, so I won't speak on that. But I do want to say a few things about the state-of-affairs in The A... EUW."

Ellis cringed as he quickly transitioned the "a" in to an "e," and then loosened his collar, trying to keep that smile on his face through the crowd's rumblings.

"We have been having a decent amount of sportsmanship as of late, and I've seen it continue in this PPV thus far, for the most part. And the matches ahead I'm sure will follow suit. But, let's cut to the chase. What I came out here truly to say is - "

Then, just as Ellis was about to cut the small talk, the lights in the arena flickered and dimmed. A few in the crowds cheered in delight, anticipating something big, and all eyes turned to the entrance ramp. But, no one came forth, and instead a drum beat began to play from the arena's PA. The beat played through as the crowd rustled, trying to figure out what this interruption was about, and Ellis stood in the middle of the ring through it all, doing his best to understand as well.

But, just as quickly as the scene came on, it disappeared and the lights returned to normal. Ellis cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head at the entrance ramp, but no one came forth still. So, after a moment's wait he brought the microphone back up to his lips to continue.

"Well, that was interesting. Anyway, as I was saying... Wait, hold on."

Again cut off, Ellis stepped to the edge of the ring to speak with the time keeper who motioned to his watch. The two argued back and forth for a brief moment before Ellis frowned and stepped back from the ropes.

"I'm sorry everyone, but I was just informed that thanks to our little interruption, my airtime has run out. We run a tight ship here, and we need to stay on schedule, and with that said, the next match has to begin right now!"

[Immanuel Taylor]

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it will be a Bullrope match! Both contestants will be connected to one another by the wrist with a stiff, average-length rope. To capture the victory in this contest, one of the contestants must touch all four corners in succession, one after the other without being interrupted. The grace period will be ten seconds between corners. If a contestant doesn’t tag another corner in ten seconds after he tags the first one then he will have to repeat the whole process again. If, however, a contestant does tag all corners then the match officially ends and he will be declared as the winner.

The camera focuses on the ring where there are five referees present. The first one is in the ring as usual while the other four are standing on the ring apron at each of the four corners with whistles in their hands, presumably to declare that a corner has been tagged. Four whistles must be blown one after another, signifying a succession of tags, in order to win the match. The stiff rope is with the referee as he stands firmly next to John Walt.

JJ: So Creepy, who do you think will win this?

Creep: Are you serious? I’m trying to predict whether Laurel will be able to walk after this or not.

JJ: Well, there have been reports that Eddie Laurel has trained himself in acrobatics for this match. So who knows, maybe there’s a slight chance of an upset?

Creep: Acrobatics? So Laurel’s going to start twirling and jumping around like a fairy ballerina? And even if he does, he’s fucking tied to TITAN. All TITAN has to do is lift his arm and pull it and Laurel will come flying to him.

"Psychosis" blasts out of the speakers, and Eddie Laurel steps out in a trenchcoat and walks smartly to the ring. In contrast to his calm demeanour, the crowd seems to be jumping around in senseless fun. It seems as though the crowd are more naturally comfortable with expressing their emotions, whereas Eddie seems to prefer being more straight-laced. Eddie climbs into the ring and removes his trenchcoat, revealing what seems to be one piece wrestling attire.

JJ: Hey! Eddie’s not wearing a suit tonight. He’s wearing wrestling attire, a one-piece.

Creep: Dead man walking, JJ. I’m telling you. Dead man walking. At least he’s going to die looking like a wrestler, and not some suit-wearing yuppie.

The arena lights dim down

A sudden explosion of white fireworks ring loudly as "St. Anger" by Metallica starts to play. Walking through the entrance curtain, Titan looks out over the sea of fans in attendance. He continues to walk out to the edge of the stage area... slowly raising both arms... then. He leans back as explosions rock the arena from behind him once more!

Creep: Christ, this guy’s always bigger than he seems to be. Just compare his body to Eddie’s. Throw in a binding rope and it’s a fucking no contest here.


The crowd responds loudly as he walks down the ramp way, smirking as he does so. Walking up the metal steps, Titan steps over the top rope and enters the ring, causing John Walt to step back a bit in nervousness. Eddie stands his ground, confident yet obviously a bit shakey. The music continues as the camera feed zooms in on his face. He stares into the camera, his eyes relentless and his face emotionless. The music dies down as Titan is now seen bouncing in his corner, his massive frame shaking as he does so.

John Walt gets in position in the middle of the ring as both TITAN and Eddie Laurel stand in opposite corners.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, to my right stands a man of a stature of 127 pounds and a height of six foot one. Hailing from parts unknown, he is Eddie Laurel!

Eddie’s already begun his acrobatic exercises as he stretches his left leg. TITAN is staring at him while laughing his ass off.

John Walt: And to my left, a man with a weight of a 265 pounds and an intimidating height of six foot six. He is the monstrous TITAN!

TITAN adjusts his wrist tapes while smiling widely. The referee orders both men to step forward. Eddie does so cautiously while TITAN continues to grin as he joyfully hops towards the middle of the ring. The referee explains the rules to both men while acting as a barrier between them until the match starts. “You ready, sunshine?” TITAN whispers to Eddie Laurel, who responds with a cold stare. The referee then begins tying both ends of the rope to each man’s wrist.

Creep: And, ladies and gentlemen, the referee is officially restricting both men to each other with a rope. Let’s just hope Eddie has a plan here that doesn’t involve poems or running away. I even doubt acrobatics is going to help him much.

JJ: Well, look at the bright side Creepy. Maybe TITAN’s not hungry. And plus, I’m still going to stick by Eddie Laurel. If there’s one thing we’ve retained since opening up on January 22nd, it’s our unpredictability.

The referee finishes tying both men to each other by their wrists. TITAN taunts Laurel by gently pulling the rope, causing Laurel to forcefully move forward due to TITAN’s sheer force. The referee steps back and looks at the four referees at each corner, all whom nod signifying that they are ready. John Walt leaves the ring. The in-ring referee then raises his arm and lowers it down and it only takes one second for the ring bell to ring after that.

Almost instantaneously, TITAN leaps backward and pulls Eddie to him. Eddie flies like a torpedo to TITAN, who ensnares Laurel in a bear hug. TITAN squeezes with full pressure as Laurel screams in sudden pain. TITAN continues the hold before converting it into a thunderous body slam. TITAN quickly gets up before simply lifting his arm and then abruptly pulling it backwards thus yanking Eddie to his knees. Eddie attempts to catch an early breath but TITAN yanks the bullrope one more time, causing Eddie to fall down on his face. Eddie attempts to quickly get back on his feet but as soon as he does so, TITAN yanks the bullrope and Eddie falls face-first to the ground one more time.

TITAN seems to be playing with Eddie Laurel, treating him like a dog. Everytime Eddie is about to stand back on his feet, TITAN yanks the bullrope thus causing him to fall back down. TITAN loudly laughs as Eddie struggles to position himself. Creep is also shown laughing his ass off while JJ tries to maintain his composure. The crowd seems to be separated into two groups. Those whom are laughing and those whom are sympathizing and are cheering Eddie on. TITAN doesn’t seem to be sympathizing one bit as he yanks the bullrope one more time, causing Eddie to fall right back on his feet.

“Come on, Eddie! You can do it!” screams TITAN as Eddie bites his lip and goes to stand up. He ends up standing up and TITAN starts clapping for him. Suddenly, TITAN yanks the bullrope and Eddie falls backwards on the mat. TITAN then proceeds to laugh before suddenly pulling a blank expression on his face. His laugh turns to a serious expression as he yanks Eddie to his feet before spearing him towards a turnbuckle. TITAN lets Eddie tag it, before clapping and patting him on the shoulder.

JJ: The hell? TITAN is letting Eddie tag one of the corners?

Creep: Haha, and he’s patting him on the shoulder for it.

The referee in the corresponding corner lifts his hands and claps, signifying a successful tag. Eddie, now on his feet, elbows TITAN in the face. TITAN laughs before yanking the bullrope, causing Eddie to fall face-first to the ground. TITAN then drags Eddie to another corner and helps him up to his feet. TITAN then grabs Eddie’s arm and tags the corner for him. The corresponding referee validates it as TITAN proceeds to yank the bullrope and drag Eddie Laurel to the third corner. He helps him up as Eddie suddenly goes for a low-blow. TITAN grabs his hand before he is able to and twists his arm, causing Eddie to scream in pain and agony. TITAN then picks up Eddie and forces him to tag the third corner.

JJ: That’s three corners that TITAN has let Eddie tag. If Eddie, or should I say TITAN on behalf of Eddie, makes it to four then this match is over. What the hell is TITAN doing, letting Eddie tag them.

Creep: Humiliation, JJ. TITAN has just spent the entire beginning of the match humiliating Eddie. First he kept yanking him to the floor with the bullrope like a dog and now he’s filling him with false hope by letting him tag three corners. Degradation and humiliation. And I’m positive TITAN is enjoying every last second of it. God, I love that sick bastard.

Eddie suddenly realizes that this is the perfect opportunity to take advantage of TITAN’s arrogance. If he could just tag the fourth and last corner then he’s the winner! Eddie utilizes the one thing he has that TITAN hasn’t. A cunning intellect. As such, Eddie pokes TITAN in the eyes before kneeing him in the groin. Eddie then leaps towards the last corner. His eyes widen as he goes to tag it when suddenly his tied hand yanks backwards. Eddie extends his free arm and attempts to touch the corner. Eddie is actually about to as his free hand is simply inches away from the corner. The camera swirls around behind Eddie where TITAN is standing a couple of feet away from Eddie. TITAN is simply standing with the bullrope around his wrist as Eddie, with the other end of the bullrope on his wrist, tries feebly to touch the last corner but isn’t able to due to the bullrope attached to both TITAN’s impenetrable structure and Eddie’s feeble wrist.

JJ: Oh my god….Eddie is going to rip off his arm if he keeps trying to run to the corner.

Creep: it’s pretty funny actually, the way he’s running but he’s not getting anywhere. Kinda like being on a treadmill.

Eddie continues to run to the corner but isn’t getting any closer due to the restricting bullrope holding him back. The 10-second grace period between corners ends as the referee claps his arms and makes it clear to everyone present, including Eddie, that he’ll have to start all over again. This causes Eddie to stop trying before turning around to a smiling TITAN. Eddie suddenly realizes TITAN hasn’t been taking this match seriously and is toying with Eddie, letting him tag three corners before forcing him to run to the fourth like a hamster but not allowing him to tag it. TITAN begins laughing as Eddie, having been humiliated enough, charges straight at him with ferocity. Eddie leaps in the air and goes for a running dropkick but TITAN side steps him. Eddie lands hard but TITAN yanks him back to his feet before nailing him with a vicious clothesline.

TITAN, done toying with Eddie, yanks Eddie back to his feet one more time before pulling him towards him and nailing him with an inhumane spinebuster. Eddie’s face reddens as the young poet finds himself in a world of hurt. TITAN yanks him back on his feet before locking him in a bearhug. Eddie’s body twitches and looks as if it’s going to snap in half. Eddie screams as TITAN seems to be in a state of tranquility and happiness. Suddenly, Eddie decides to vie all the attention to his intellect and come up with a plan to escape TITAN’s virtually inescapable bearhug. Deciding to turn the bullrope to his advantage, Eddie discreetly pulls it closer to him before wrapping a part of it in a fist-like position and then shoving it in TITAN’s mouth.

The rope’s rancid and rigid structure, or at least a portion of it, is shoved down TITAN’s mouth by Eddie Laurel. Due to the rope’s structure, TITAN finds himself choking and as such lets go. Eddie lands back on his feet. TITAN, now irritated, unleashes a hellacious punch. Eddie Laurel ducks it. The crowd bursts with cheers.

JJ: Whoa! Eddie just ducked TITAN’s punch. I told you, Creepy, I told you the boy has a couple of tricks up his sleeve.

Creep: Fine, I guess I was wrong. Eddie won’t be completely dominated. He’ll get in a couple of punches before getting trampled.

TITAN goes for another punch but Eddie ducks it yet again before doing a handstand and flipping to the back of TITAN. Eddie, realizing TITAN will be using the bullrope for his advantage, grabs the bullrope and begins tying it around TITAN’s ankles. TITAN pulls the bullrope and ends up tripping to the ground, falling face-first, while Eddie simply falls down to his knees. Eddie loosens enough of the bullrope to get back on his feet before tightening the rest. TITAN attempts to stand but Eddie kicks his knee, causing him to fall back down. TITAN, now beyond annoyed, tries to get back up one more time but Eddie dropkicks him from behind.

JJ: And now the tides have turned to a complete opposite, ladies and gentlemen. TITAN started the match by proving his dominance by constantly grounding Eddie Laurel and now it’s the opposite. Eddie’s got TITAN in a humiliating position

Creep: And that is exactly why Eddie’s going to lose. All this is doing is angering TITAN and we’ve all seen that man in berserker mode. If Eddie isn’t expecting that then be prepared to see him get pulverized. Hey, at least he got to get some payback for being humiliated.

TITAN lets out a ferocious roar after Eddie causes him to fall down for a fourth time. The crowd seems to be laughing their asses off and it is this short dosage of humiliation that sends TITAN into a fit of fury as the monstrous TITAN forcefully loosens the ropes. Eddie attempts to knock him back down with a shining wizard but TITAN simply swats Eddie away with his arm. Eddie rolls backwards but his acrobatic instincts kick in and he quickly leaps back to his feet. TITAN is back up too, and now officially angrier. TITAN pulls the bullrope closer thus flinging Eddie towards him. TITAN then wraps his arms around Eddie’s body before pulling off a belly-to-belly Suplex. Eddie flies through the air but he once again utilizes his acrobatic practice and lands on his feet.

Realizing he’ll have to act quick, Eddie jumps over the ropes and positions himself on the ring apron. TITAN, still furious, thinks Eddie is running away and as such he pulls the bullrope. Technically, Eddie is supposed to snap back towards TITAN but due to Eddie’s position and the ring ropes separating both TITAN and him, Eddie ends up being held back by the ropes as TITAN pulls on the bull rope. Eddie finally positions himself a bit higher which causes him to spring back at full speed over the ropes and at TITAN. This all ends up being a part of Eddie’s plan as the increased pressure of TITAN’s pull turns Eddie into a human torpedo and he promptly smashes into TITAN’s face.

Both TITAN and Eddie fall to the ground. TITAN’s nose seems to be have been broken as Eddie holds his forehead in pain. Eddie smiles a bit, knowing his little plans are working so far, while TITAN’s face slowly begins to boil. Suddenly, TITAN shrieks “LAUREL!” into the atmosphere as he stands back up and charges at the rising Eddie. Knowing he can still use the bullrope to his advantage, Eddie begins running away while also sidestepping in hopes of causing TITAN to trip. This ingenious plan nearly works as TITAN begins fumbling while Eddie carefully and acrobatically maneuvers his way around the ring. Unfortuantely for the aspiring poet, TITAN’s rage overcomes Laurel’s intellect and TITAN manages to pull Eddie close to him before destroying him with a thunderous spear.

Creep: Ouch! Goodbye Eddie….

JJ: Okay, I think that just dislocated Eddie’s gut.

Creep: At least Laurel got to dominate this match for a significant portion. I’ll give him that.

Laurel stops moving after TITAN’s barbaric spear. TITAN then follows it up with several punches to the face. This is known as his finisher, The Final Touch. Eddie’s faced is mangled and bloodied. TITAN picks up Laurel and pulls off a brutal rib breaker before following it up with another one. Eddie is at the point of screaming in agony and pain as TITAN seems absolutely possessed by the violence within. TITAN then follows it up with a fallaway slam, driving Eddie to the one of the corners. Eddie crashes into the turnbuckle but he manages to tag it. The referee at the corresponding corner calls it but TITAN doesn’t listen to him due to his blind rage. TITAN grabs the bullrope tied around his wrist and flings Eddie towards him before pulling off a belly to belly slam on the small and feeble poet, driving Laurel to another turnbuckle which Eddie is able to feebly tag.

Creep: Wait a minute….did Eddie just tag two corners?

JJ: I think so. TITAN is destroying Eddie Laurel but Laurel is able to get himself two tags. TITAN can’t notice it cause he’s blind with rage. Creep…are you thinking what I’m thinking?

Creep: I am, but I’m also thinking its fucking impossible

Eddie’s body is battered and bruised as the boy shows no sign of fighting back. Eddie’s literally defeated but he’s already managed to tag two corners due to TITAN flinging him around like a ragdoll. TITAN, not satisfied with the beating he’s given Eddie, pulls Eddie closer to him with the bullrope before picking him up by his neck. Eddie suddenly bites TITAN in his broken nose, causing TITAN to charge forward and ram Eddie into the corner. More specifically, the third corner which Eddie tags. The referee of the corresponding corner calls it.

Creep: Oh fuck me….

JJ: One more corner left, Creepy, one more corner left and TITAN doesn’t even realize it.

TITAN knees Eddie in his broken ribs as Eddie seems to be absolutely destroyed. His ribs are broken, his face mangled and bloodied and his wrist is red due to the bullrope. And yet, he’s winning. Only one more corner left to tag, one corner all the way at the opposite side of the ring. Eddie manages to crawl beneath TITAN’s leg but TITAN grabs him by the ankle and pulls him back up. Eddie only has ten seconds before the corner tags have to be restarted. TITAN goes to finish Eddie off with The Devastator, which translates to a “Triple Powerbomb”. TITAN pick s up Eddie and places him in position for the powerbomb. Eddie drives his thumbs into TITAN’s eyes, causing the nearly-insane TITAN to scream and to stumble backwards. TITAN continues stumbling backwards and, unknowingly to him, towards the final corner. He keeps going backwards until half-way in the ring, where Eddie uses up all the remaining strength in his body to jump off TITAN’s shoulders and tag the final corner!

Creep: AH!

JJ: He…he actually won!

The ring bell wildly emanates as Eddie smiles, realizing his crazy acrobatic plan paid off. Eddie briefly raises his head before being stomped into the ground by an emotionally unstable TITAN.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner of the match due to four successive corner tags…Eddie Laurel!

TITAN suddenly stops and turns around, both horrified and disgusted by Walt’s announcement. He turns back to the semi-concious, immobile Eddie Laurel before roaring and grabbing Eddie and repeatedly kneeing him in his broken ribs. Eddie screams in pain and torment as TITAN flings him towards one of the corners. He begins relentlessly bashing Eddie’s face into it while yelling “Tag this!” before grabbing Eddie and powerbombing him in the middle of the ring. At this point, Eddie’s blood is covering a significant portion of the ring while his body is composed of broken bones. While not permanaent, Eddie’s injuries seem to be horrific enough to scare off the referees from interfering. TITAN looks down at Eddie, unmoving and barely breathing. TITAN takes off the bullrope from his own wrist before freeing the bullrope from Eddie’s wrist.

Creep: TITAN just pulverized Eddie Laurel…..but I don’t think he’s done.

JJ: Eddie outsmarted him. I’m sure TITAN isn’t going to be contented with simply beating him. He’s going to want to make a statement.

TITAN picks up the bullrope and makes a noose with one end before wrapping it around Eddie’s neck. TITAN then easily picks up Eddie and carries Eddie to one of the corners. TITAN briefly drops him before taking the other end of the bullrope and wrapping it around one of the three turnbuckles. TITAN then flings Eddie over the ropes which causes Eddie to be grotesquely hanged. The noose around his neck tightens as Eddie begins to choke.

Creep: Did TITAN just hang Eddie? Like literally hang him with a noose?

JJ: Jesus Christ, someone get him down there before he suffocates to death!

Eddie, nearly unconscious, can be seen feebly resisting as TITAN walks away with a huge grin on his face. The camera gets a good shot of the hung Eddie Laurel before an army of medics and referees storm the ring. After a couple of short seconds of trying, they eventually cut Eddie down before he ends up suffocating. A stretcher is brought to the ring where Eddie Laurel is promptly fitted into it and strapped. The fans stare with horror as Creep and JJ attempt to pull off some damage control.

Creep: Kids, don’t try that at home!

The camera cuts away as JJ shakes his head at Creep’s obvious transparent optimism. The cameras cut backstage to Toby Hunter’s locker room. EUW’s resident amnesiac biker seems to be preparing himself for the main event by fervidly punching the air, undoubtfully preparing himself. Suddenly, a loud noise is heard coming from the ceiling. Hunter looks upward and after a moment of silence he returns back to his pre-match warm-up. Suddenly, that very same noise comes from the ceiling again. Hunter looks upward and notices something is moving in the ventilation shaft. He stands under it and looks closely upwards before shaking his head and going to his locker to grab a bottle of water. As soon as he does that, the ventilation shaft tears open and Dante Holly falls down face-first to the ground.

“Jesus Christ!” yells Toby Hunter as he drops the bottle of water and rushes to Dante, who is lying motionlessly on the ground. Hunter gets down on his knees and commences shaking him in an attempt to re-introduce him to consciousness. Hunter easily lifts up Dante with one hand and begins shaking him. It isn’t long before Dante’s eyelids spring open and he starts violently shaking left and right. Toby grunts and drops him.

“Curse the pharaoh!” yells Dante as he gets back up to his feet and strikes a karate pose. Toby stares at him with a blank expression before slightly laughing.

“Easy, son. There is no need for theatrics. Are you ok? And what the hell were you doing up in the ceiling?”

“I am far from ok, oh venerable Hunter. A crisis of uttermost importance awaits and it’s up to me and you to solve it!” says Dante while still striking that karate pose. Hunter grabs his arms and repositions them into their normal position before holding Dante by his elbow and escorting him to the door.

“I’m sure whatever it is your fragile mind has created, boy, can wait till after Xplode and I dispose of The Puzzos tonight.”

“But it involves the main event itself, oh venerable Hunter!” yells back Dante just as Hunter was about to escort him out. Hunter suddenly stops and takes a long look at Dante before telling him to explain. Dante is still being held by the shoulder by Toby Hunter.

“There is a confounded plot taking place as we speak. The villainous Rivera has recruited Xplode to engage in an act of brutality and violent will. They plan to feast upon the flesh of the young and nubile Puzzos and it is up to us to stop them. I have carefully constructed a plan for us to do so. It will involve high espionage and extensive hand-to-hand combat usage but together we will stop this madness, Toby. Together.”

Hunter’s blank expression doesn’t cease as he shakes his head and opens his locker-room before placing Dante Holly outside the locker-room like a paper bag. Hunter goes back inside his locker-room and goes to close the door.

“Wait! Toby! The eye of Agamotto will show you the tru-“ yells Dante before being interrupted by a shut door to his face. The camera instantly cuts to another locker room, one that belongs to Chris Sabora. The room is completely dark, except the light that seems to be coming out from the narrow opening of the door. Suddenly, the door creaks a bit more as a simple staff worker makes his presence known by knocking twice on the door.

“Uh….Mr. Sabora? It’s…uh….it’s time for your Pure Rules match, sir.”

With his duty done, the young staff worker creeps back out as what appears to be a figure in the dark makes his way up to his feet. The camera then cuts to the ring where John Walt is firmly implanted in and where Eddie laurel’s blood has been cleanly swiped off.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and it will be a Pure Rules match!

The arena goes deathly dark, then suddenly the crowd erupts, as the first sounds of 'Spitfire' by the prodigy blasts through the speakers and the big screen lights up with images of Jack Bull. As the drum intro loudly slaps into the main bass line the stage explodes with a burst of pyros and lights. The main lights return as Jack Bull comes bursting out from the back to a renewed chorus of cheers.

John Walt: Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds and standing six foot zero….he is Jack Bull!

As Bull comes down the ramp he tags the fans and makes his way to the ring, scaling the outside of one of the corners to give the fans his ‘Horns Of The Bull’ sign. Jumping down into the ring he then proceeds to each corner in turn to deliver the sign and to gesture to the crowd to raise the noise level.

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 immediately eyes Jack Bull. 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.


With the introductions out of the way Jack Bull and Chris Sabora stare across at each other from their respective corners. The referee in charge heads to Bull’s corner to begin checking him for foreign objects on his person but Sabora has had enough. After weeks of barbs and confrontations between the two, now with his chance to get his hands on the man he’s not going to wait. He goes into Bull’s corner and knocks the referee out of the way and goes right to work on him, hitting him with a number of closed fits, the bell having not sounded yet keeping them legal. The referee in charge initially tries to interject but after a moment of contemplation, wisely decides to call for the bell as Sabora throws another big over hand but this time Bull is able to pare it away and counters with the same elbow and hits him square between the eyebrows with it before shooting in quickly, picking Sabora up with a double leg and then slamming him to a ground despite Sabora’s martial arts training.

The strength advantage of Jack Bull displays itself right away as he spins into side control as Sabora immediately starts trying to work for a submission hold. Bull appears to be in top shape though as he avoids an early kimura attempt and fires a knee right into the ribs of Sabora. A second blow from Bull forces Sabora to try and spin in to Bulls body, eating a second knee strike but in turn being able to slip into a full guard. Bull uses it to press Sabora’s shoulders too the mat, looking for the early pin fall.

…1

Sabora easily kicks out but in doing so loses his hold on Jack’s arms, allowing him to throw a big right hand directly into the ribs. Content with the damage done from the ground, Bull backs up and out as Sabora smartly waits for a moment, making sure Jack isn’t bluffing and once satisfied pushes himself back off, the early exchange between the two setting the tone for what is sure to be a smash mouth affair, even with the pure rules stipulation attached. With both up to their feet, the two warriors circle for a moment, each looking for an opening but neither willing to concede one to the other. Eventually they declare a stalemate as The Machine and The Bull lock horns right in the center and begin pushing like a women in labor, trying to gain an inch of ground. The war of attrition ends much like the stand off did, with neither man getting anything to show for it until Sabora breaks and thumbs Bull in the eye causing him to back away and the referee to step in.

JJ: Blatant disregard for the rules their by Chris Sabora.

The Creep: Shows how much you know JJ, that’s a classic pure wrestling move. Gorgeous George, Frank Gotch, Buddy Rogers. They all used that move on the way to glory during the “Pure Age” of wrestling.

As the referee admonishes Sabora for his blatant poke to the eye, Jack Bull shakes his head and with the referee in between the two fires a big right hand that connects flush with the temple of Chris Sabora, stunning him for a brief moment as now the referee is forced to turn away from his public flogging of Sabora to give Bull a piece of his mind, reminding him of the pure rules stipulation and giving him his initial warning with notice that further subsequent blows will result in a loss of a rope break. As Sabora steps back up Bull shows that he has let the warning flow off his back like water as he throws an even heavier haymaker right to the head of Sabora, this one dropping him down to one knee as immediately the referee jumps in, blocking a path between the two and letting the timekeeper know he has penalized Bull a rope break.

JJ: What does Jack Bull think he’s doing out here? The first blow could have been ignorance of the rules but right after the warning to come back with a punch to the face. That’s sheer stupidity from the Colchester native.

The Creep: What would you expect though JJ. The only good thing to come out of Colchester is those AIDS ridden hookers I…

Back in the ring Sabora is back up to his feet before Bull turns to the referee and tells him “to make it two” as he fires another right hand to the blow of Sabora which knocks him to one knee again and before the referee can jump in Bull charges at Sabora, taking him down with a football tackle and beginning to maul him with a series of blows to the ribs and face before the referee can peel him off to give Sabora a chance following the illegal blow. This time the admonishment carries a tone to it as Bull feigns care, all his attention focused on the Machine as he recovers from the early onslaught by Bull. As soon as the referee steps out of the way, Bull pulls Sabora up to his feet and screaming out at the crowd that he doesn’t need rope breaks and delivers a big blow to the head of Sabora, the former boxer showing what once made him an up and comer in the sport as the third flush blow that connects with Sabora knocks him flat back, the loaded hands of Bull doing their job as the referee steps in and takes off the third and final rope break of Bull before backing away and allowing Bull to get right at Sabora, picking him up and chucking him over the top rope sending him crashing to the floor below.

JJ: I really have to question the strategy of Jack Bull here, consciously forfeiting all of his rope breaks right at the beginning. We’ve seen how valuable they are and against someone with Sabora’s potential to hit the Maxximum Overdrive out of nowhere this could bite Bull in his ass.

The Creep: You have to imagine though that he’s got a plan and it’s quick and effective striking. He doesn’t need rope breaks if he can avoid submissions and ending up on his back. If you cut the circuitry of the Machine it ceases to operate.

That appears to quite possibly be the strategy of Bull as he’s slid out of the ring and with Sabora trying to gather himself, hooks his hand in his wrestling trunks and spinning on his heels sends him flying into the barricade with crushing impact. Sabora is paralyzed for a moment before slumping down and Bull keeps the full on assault coming, put the heel of his boot right across the forehead of Sabora and then grating it along, ripping off a layer of skin in the process. Bull then picks Sabora up by his head and walks him into the corner and slams it into the ring apron. Bull then parades him into the opposite corner with the steel ring steps, takes a moment as he rubs it with Sabora’s head “polishing” it up before slamming his head onto it, a large cheer emanating from the crowd but also a chuckle as Sabora’s breakdown is still fresh in their memories.

Bull lets go of Sabora for a moment, shrugging for the crowd before slamming his face back into it again as the referee’s count reaches past ten, the closed fist rule handicapping Bull early but the extended count giving him extra time to inflict punishment on The Machine. Bull let’s go again, yelling out to the fans in the front row to “watch out as he’s losing it” while gesturing towards Sabora before grabbing his head and slamming it into the apron for a third time as Sabora comes up and apparently the screws have been loosened again as the look on his face is twisted with pain, laughter and sadism. Bull spins him around and Sabora just smiles, not quite the reaction Bull was expecting and the moment he is caught off guard is the opening Sabora needs as he delivers an inside knee lift and then spins back around with a spinning heel kick that catches Bull upside the head, the force knocking him onto the apron as the ref’s count makes sixteen.

Sabora slides Bull back in and follows as he pushes himself up to his feet. Sabora is quicker though and throws Bull into the corner and follows in with a corner clothesline, rocking Bull’s world as the initial attack by Bull seems to be backfiring on him, Sabora having gotten off to a slow start but the repeated blows giving him the adrenaline shot he needed pulls Bull out of the corner and takes him down with an Osoto Gari, a spiral leg sweep that plants Bull on his back and in prime position for the Martial Arts expertise of Chris Sabora. Sabora maintains side control, eventually working to a north south position. Bull a skilled wrestler but not versed in the art of mat submission. Sabora looks for a Kimura again, getting hold of Bull’s arm and trying to lock him into a kimura while getting his legs up for a neck crank as well.

The Creep: Sabora appears to be looking for an ude-garami here on Bull, hyper rotating that shoulder joint and either dislocating it or possibly tearing the scapula right off the…

JJ: Origami, that’s paper folding, not human contortionism?

The Creep: No, ude-garami, it says right here in the latest Submissions 101 video I’m streaming right now on my new I-Pad.

Creep holds up the new I-Pad, available in stores now as JJ looks on from ringside before turning his attention back to the ring where in Sabora has the Kimura locked in but Bull has managed to work his way underneath the ring ropes, a lot of the pressure relieved as Sabora is unable to get the leverage he seeks with the ropes in the way. Sabora eventually abandons the hold as it gets nowhere and Bull manages to slither out of the ring to the outside and begins rotating his shoulder to work the kinks out.

JJ: That was the sort of scenario I envisioned when Bull got rid of all his rope breaks. Look at how
close he was to the ropes. He got lucky it was an arm lock and Sabora couldn’t get the needed leverage. If that’s a foot lock or heel hook Bull is done.

The Creep: But it paid off in the end though, I mean look at Bull he’s not really worse for wear after that hold and as soon as he got to the ropes he got to the outside.

Sabora comes after Bull, ducking between the ropes as Bull slides back in at the same time, the two switching positions as Sabora looks on frustrated and goes to slide in and attack Bull but again they reverse as Bull ducks out of the ring from the far side. Getting to his feet in the ring Sabora shakes his head, the cat and mouse game taking away from the momentum he had built as Bull takes his sweet time as the ref begins to count him out. Sabora backs away from the ring ropes, giving Jack ample room to crawl in, the referee getting between the two to allow him room as he climbs the ring steps and ducks in, the both back to square one. The two come out of the corners, the call to arms resounding as Bull throws up his right hand, bidding Sabora to engage him in a test of strength. Sabora displays a sense of honor as he takes it and throws up his left hand and Bull takes it. Sparks fly as the two try pushing each other back or turning the wrists over but every time one thinks they’ve gained any position the other steals it back.

After nearly a minute the referee steps in and calls for a break, the restless crowd cheering for the officials decision to separate the two easily matched men. Stepping out of the way, the referee looks on as the two now come together with a high angle collar and elbow tie up. Bull gets higher and forces Sabora down, looking have the advantage but that doesn’t last long as the martial arts training of Sabora plays again as he swings across Bulls body, freeing an arm, and throws him down with a textbook ippon seionage. In control of Bull’s back after the over the shoulder take down, Sabora goes right into a rear chinlock, keeping the slower pace as well as sapping as much energy from Bull as possible. Bull looks to push Sabora off of him but fails to do so as Sabora sticks his leg out, increasing the torque on Bull as well as the distance between the two. After another thirty seconds Bull tries a different method of escape, bridging his back and using Sabora’s outstretched leg as a fulcrum to get to his feet before he fires a reverse elbow that knocks some air out of Sabora and allows him to push up slightly and back into Sabora before pushing outwards, sending Sabora into the near ropes. On the rebound Bull looks for a shoulder block but Sabora stops on a dime and hit’s a knee before taking Bull down with a quick snap neck breaker and then a two handed press pin.

…1
…2

Bull throws the shoulder up at two as Sabora looks down emotionless at Bull.

JJ: So close there by Chris Sabora. Bull fought valiantly to escape from the clutches of Sabora but it appears as if The Machine is not going to be stopped this evening.

The Creep: I wouldn’t so sure about that JJ. I mean, we’ve seen Sabora lose his mind at the drop of his hat before here in the EUW. I mean we could see him tonight run off and start beating himself over the head with a popcorn machine out on the concourse.

Having pushed himself to his feet Sabora looks down at Bull slowly getting up to his feet and begins to stalk him, waiting patiently and appearing to be ready to strike with the Maxximum over drive. Bull knows what’s coming though as he uses the corner to pull himself up and feigns stumbling out of the corner as Sabora looks to pounce, grabbing hold of Bull who has a firm grip on the ropes and trying to send him thundering down but alas Bull stays on his feet, the tunnel vision of Sabora, sometimes a trait that leads to immeasurable success costing him here as he thuds against the canvas and immediately Bull goes to work with a set of boots to the body and the head of Sabora who stumbles into the rope and ties himself on them as the referee steps in, counting Bull off who stops at four with no rope breaks to give. Backing away he smiles as Sabora peers up at the referee signaling to the time keeper that Sabora has used up one of his rope breaks. He backs away once Sabora pulls himself up as Bull steps in, presses Sabora against the turnbuckle and goes to work with a blistering knife edge chop, then a second and a third causing the tanned chest of Sabora to take on a crimson hue before Bull whips him all the way across the ring and follows with a big clothesline that rocks Sabora’s world. As Bull falls off to the side, Sabora comes out of the corner and Bull scoops him up and plants him right across his knee with a side back breaker, dropping him and hooks the leg.

…1
…2

Sabora throws a shoulder up as Jack Bull looks on with no hint of surprise fully expecting Sabora to throw up a shoulder but willing to make him expel that extra energy. Getting to his feet Bull picks up Sabora and throws him into the ropes, coming back and plating him with a big back body drop. Sabora getting big air as he flies, coming perpendicular to the canvas for a moment before completing the flip and landing square on the flat of his back. Now Bull looks ready to end things, setting himself up for the Bull Charge as Sabora slowly works his way up, using the ropes and sensing Bull coming, throws himself out of the ring and landing on his feet. Bull won’t be stopped however as he launches himself between the top and middle ropes and connects with a Tope Suicida, connecting with Sabora and taking him down as the sold out Vengeance Dome erupts at the high risk move of Jack Bull.

JJ: Jack Bull showing what exactly this match means to him here, going full out to take down Chris Sabora with no regard for human life.

The Creep:Thank you Kevin Harlan!

JJ: What?

The Creep: St. Vincent, St. Mary’s.

JJ: I still don’t follow.

The Creep: Because you touch yourself at night.

As JJ looks at Creep with a confused look on his face the replay shows on screen, one half showing the impact, Jack Bull soaring through the air and using his head as a battering ram is it smashes right into the face of Chris Sabora. The other half shows Jack Bull pushing himself up to his feet, the referee’s count at six. Going back to full screen with Bull getting up at eight, he bends over and grabs Sabora who’s still down after the concussive impact but struggles slighty, the weight of Sabora and fatigue starting to set in costing Bull. Eventually he does however and marches him over and slams him face first into the ring post with the count reaching twelve, knocking him down again and leaving Bull in quite the predicament. A countout victory appears to be a certainty but the hatred between the two and the ability to inflict more punishment on Sabora weighs heavily on Bulls mind, eventually causing him to give in as he lugs Sabora up onto the apron, shoving him into the ring and sliding in himself just before the twenty count.

Getting to his feet Bull throws Sabora into the corner and begins stomping him, Sabora seemingly out of it falling over and clutching the ropes as again the referee steps in and at the four count Bull steps away as Sabora has exhausted the second of his three rope breaks. The referee stands between the two, trying to allow Sabora time to get up but Bull just side steps him, picking him up and then lifting him up onto the second rope before grabbing hold of his neck and taking him down with an elevated snapmere, again the torso, the back and ribs of Sabora a focus for Jack who spins himself to the front of a seated Machine and delivers a stiff football kick right to his ribs, flooring him as the crowd groans slightly, feeling the impact themselves as the sound of the boot resonates around. Sabora falls to his back as Bull bends over and hooks the leg.

…1
…2

Again Sabora kicks out and Bull looks down, ready to end things here as he backs away from Sabora by a few feet, looking to hit him with the The Bulls Eye. It takes Sabora time to get to his feet, maybe too long as he stumbles into Bull who lifts him up but Sabora blocks it, spins in and tries to plant Bull with the Maxximum Overdrive but Bull counters, blocking it and picks up Sabora and slams him right across his leg with a big Atomic Drive, Sabora stumbling into the corner, his spine jarred. Bull goes to work spinning Sabora in the corner and connecting with a set of big shoulder thrusts to the midsection that he’s been working over the entire match. With the crowd behind him and Sabora looking to have been softened up enough, Bull backs away before turning and looking to end it with a Bull Charge right in the corner but Sabora with a last ounce of desperation pulls himself up, using every last ounch of strength to hoist himself above Jack Bull who goes flying into the turnbuckle shoulder first.

Chris Sabora lands on Bull’s back but is able to slither off. He introduces some distance to both Jack and himself before getting in position for the Maximum Overdrive. Jack Bull, now nearly unconscious, stumbles backwards and manages to slowly turn around in time for Chris Sabora to grab his head and jump in the air.

Bull reverses it! He pushes Sabora off as Chris lands hard on his back. Bull stumbles backwards towards the turnbuckle and rests upon it as Sabora manages to slowly get back up on his feet. Fighting through the injuries, both men find themselves back up on their feet. Sabora is in the middle of the ring while Bull is lying on the corner. Suddenly, a sickish reddish color appears in Jack’s eyes as The Bull suddenly charges forward towards Sabora. Chris notices it but is too late to react as Jack Bull nails The Bullcharge with his last ounce of energy and strength. Both men are down. Bull barely manages to drape his arm over Sabora’s chest as the referee gets in position.

One….

Two….

Three!

Creep: And the match is over!

JJ: What a contest, Creepy, both men took each other to hell and in the end, Bull managed to barely crawl out of it on his knees.

The crowd reacts in a flurry of claps and cheers for both men as the referee raises Jack Bull’s arm as The Bull man himself seems to be unmoving due to the hell Sabora and he were in. Sabora himself is out cold. Both men aren’t moving.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of this contest by pinfall….Jack Bull!

JJ: Looks like Bull proved that he can defeat Chris Sabora…..but at what price? Both men had to destroy each other in that match.

Creep: True, JJ. True. Well, speaking about destruction and chaos….we still have the main event ladies and gentlemen…..and it’s coming up next!

[Immanuel Taylor]

It is only a matter of minutes before the main event starts. However, before cutting to the ring the cameras cut to the locker-rooms of the combatants. First it’s Xplode, who’s preparing himself for both the main event and Rivera’s secret plan. Although distrustful of Rivera, Xplode still finds the opportunity of crippling The Puzzos to be too good to pass up. The camera then cuts to Toby Hunter, who has finished putting on his wrestling attire and is heading outside his locker room. The camera then cuts to The Puzzos’ locker room, where Marcus has also finished equipping his wrestling attire. Mario, on the other hand, is sitting on his foldable chair and is staring into the ceiling.

“You ready, bro?” says Marcus. No reply from Mario, which leads Marcus to stare at his older brother. Moments pass before Marcus repeats his question. No reply from Mario. Mario suddenly snaps out of it and eyes his brother.

“Oh….uh….yeah, bro. Yeah I’m ready.”

No response from Marcus this time, who replies by approaching Mario and staring at him in the face.

“Mario….are you fucking ready? I’m serious, this may be the most important match of our lives so far. I need your head in the game. Don’t pull a Sabora on me and drift away. So are you ready or not?”

“Yes, yes I am, Marcus. I was just taking a trip down memory lane. You know, just recalling how we started out small and now we’ve made it in the big leagues. It really makes you look around you and appreciate what’s been handed down to you. You know?”

“Handed down to us? Nothing’s been handed down to us, Mario. We extended our arms and took this opportunity, nobody could care less about us so we made them care. We did this, Mario. Not fate or destiny or any of that crap. We did. Always remember that. Now can you please get your fucking head in the game? We’re facing off against Xplode and Toby Hunter so we need to be at 110% tonight which means no more trips down memory lane. Ok?”

Mario, a bit irritated by his younger brother’s harsh attitude, nods in agreement. Both brothers get up and make their way to the entrance stage. Just as they are walking down the corridor, Mario opens up yet another conversation.

“You know Marcus, you don’t have to be so fucking hot-headed sometimes. Especially against your older brother. I can dig you doing this to get warmed up for the match but I don’t want to have to live through your bickering till the end of time.”

Marcus shoots his brother a look before focusing on getting to the entrance stage. The camera suddenly cuts to the ring in the middle of the arena, more specifically the familiar sight of an empty ring and John Walt in the middle of it.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for your main event of the evening!

The crowd reacts in an eruption of cheers and screams as John Walt adjusts his tie before awaiting the crowd to settle down. It takes them almost two minutes to settle down before John Walt returns to his vocalizing position.

John Walt: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall and it will be contested under a strict No Disqualifications, No Countouts, and No Weapons regulation. If any of the four superstars is caught using any type of weaponry, then his corresponding team will automatically forfeit the match.

“Regulators” by Warren G blares through the speakers as both Mario and Marcus Puzzo make their way to the entrance stage, not wasting a single second. Both men stand firmly next to each other on the entrance stage as their eyes gaze across the fervidly booing crowd. Mario and Marcus fist-bump each other before strolling down the ramp.

John Walt: Making their way to the ring as we speak, weighing in at a combined weight of 440 pounds….they are The Puzzos!

The crowd’s boos increase in intensity as both Puzzos make their way down the ramp. Mario takes off his headband and throws it in the face of a particularly loud audience member before both his brother and he slide into the ring and climb on opposite turnbuckles. Marcus gives the crowd the middle finger while Mario simply raises his arms in self-confidence. Suddenly, Regulators comes to an end as “Whiskey Hangover” by Godsmack blares through the arena. The crowd’s boos immediately convert to cheers as Xplode emerges from the darkness of the entrance. He sips from a "No Xplode" energy drink, stopping to look over the fans in attendance. In response, they scream, sending positive cheers his way! Brenda appears behind him as Xplode tosses the now empty can to the side out of view. Xplode kisses Brenda before telling her to sit this match out and go backstage. After a brief argument, she smiles and nods as Xplode tells her this match may be too dangerous for her to be around. Brenda goes backstage as Xplode walks down the ramp with his eyes towards The Puzzos.

John Walt: And one half of their opponents. Weighing in at two hundred and sixty and six foot four, hailing from San Francisco, California, he is the current EUW World Heavyweight Champion…..ladies and gentlemen, this i is Xplode!

Xplode walks down the rampway, staring ahead at The Puzzos who taunt him. He walks up the metal stairs of the ring and steps inside, eyeing both Puzzos before climbing a nearby turnbuckle. He removes the World Title, holding it up for all to see as millions of flashes generate from the fans. Hopping back down, Xplode tosses the title belt to a nearby referee and makes an X gesture towards both Puzzos with his arms. They both come closer as Xplode shows no fear and stands his ground. Mario is in front of Xplode as Marcus stands behind him. Both brothers are breathing into Xplode’s face as he simply smiles and chews his gum. The Puzzos, now circling Xplode, seem to get closer and closer until sounds of what seems to be a deep pounding motorcycle blares through the arena.

Both Puzzos look at the entrance ramp with anticipation. Mario turns around and faces Xplode, who spits his gum away and prepares for the arrival of Toby Hunter. As the camera zooms in on the entrance curtain, men all riding aboard black motorcycles come riding out. There are 6 of them. They drive down the ramp way, all garbed in black. Circling the ring 3 times, they stop and park their bikes. The devil's due log appears on the video screen above the entrance.

John Walt: And hailing from San Francisco, California! Toby... HUNTER!


"Rain" by Creed begins to play. The crowd jumps to their feet! Suddenly, Toby Hunter rushes from the audience. He slides into the ring undetected and ambushes Mario Puzzo, knocking him down and then unleashing a fury of punches into his face. Marcus notices this but is taken down by Xplode before he can react. The ring bell emanates as the referee readies himself to pull off the inevitable: officiating a No DQ, No Countout match between two teams that absolutely despise each other.

JJ: This is it, ladies and gentlemen. For weeks, The Puzzos have been terrorizing Xplode and Toby Hunter. They crippled Toby Hunter and stole Xplode’s World Title, along with repeatedly assaulting the two wrestlers after their match. It all began with Mario and Marcus’ need for the spotlight, their unhealthy ambition of becoming main eventers and its evolved into a bloody feud.

Creep: And now they got the spotlight, JJ. They’re main eventing Zero Tolerance…..but the question is if they can shine in the spotlight? Or will they be burnt and fried like ants under a magnifying glass?

JJ: Well, whoever wins this match, I doubt we’re going to have a competitive match here. It’s going to be a fight and if The Puzzos make it out of this match alive, let alone victorious, then they’re definitely going to cement themselves as main eventers. And judging by how Hunter and Xplode just gave them a taste of their own medicine by assaulting them early on, it looks like The Puzzos are going to have a hard time recovering the offense in this match……

Creep: ….let alone win the damn thing.

Hunter begins choking Mario by his throat while punching him in the face. Since there is no DQs in this contest, the referee doesn’t do anything and instead hopes Mario can fight back. Mario ends up doing so as he knees Hunter in the groin before positioning both his legs towards Hunter’s gut and then promptly kicking him away. Meanwhile, Xplode irish whips Marcus before greeting him with a running knee to the face. The referee intervenes and tells Xplode to go to his corner. Marcus gets back and gets the same warning from the referee. They both reluctantly agree to do so. Hunter gets back up on his feet and goes for a big boot but Mario moves out of the way, causing Toby’s leg to get tangled in the ropes. Mario relishes the moment, unleashing an array of fists to Hunter’s face and chest.

Hunter eventually counters by getting some space in-between Mario’s punches to elbow him in the face. This briefly stuns Mario as Hunter loosens his ankle from the ropes before nailing a horrific punch to Mario’s gut, causing the ambitious Italian to double over. Hunter then grabs Mario by his hair and drags him to Xplode, whom Hunter promptly tags in. Xplode gets in the ring as Hunter restrains Mario with a wrist lock. Xplode then scales the top rope as Hunter keeps Mario restrained with wrist lock. As soon as Xplode is on the top rope, Hunter lets go of the wrist lock and knees Mario in the gut. He then backs off as Xplode leaps off the turnbuckle and pulls off an Axe Handle on the doubled over Mario.

Marcus goes to enter the ring but hesitates upon noticing that Xplode is also paying attention to him. Xplode picks up Mario and irish whips him towards the ropes before greeting him with a thunderous clothesline. Xplode then takes a few steps backwards before jumping in the air and falling down with a knee to Mario’s head. Xplode misses. Mario rolled out of the way at the last second as Xplode hits his knee. Although barely hurting Xplode, this gives Mario the chance he needs to low blow Xplode before hitting him with a complete shot. Mario then goes over and tags his brother, Marcus.

JJ: You know, Creepy, it’s kinda funny how both teams are abiding by the whole tag team rules even though there is no disqualification in this match up. I mean, you don’t have to tag your partner in or get tagged.

Creep: And that’s where you’re mistaken, JJ. There’s no DQ, sure, but it would be foolish strategy to just come into this match swinging. You need a little order, a little organization and then when one team wears down the other, then you forget all the legalities and just ambush them head on and finish them. Hunter and Xplode started the match with an ambush but now they’re playing it clean, probably wanting to wear down The Puzzos, who probably also have the same strategy in mind. It’s a well-thought team strategy by both teams. Trust me, I used to be a wrestler.

Xplode gets back up just as Marcus charges into the ring. While Xplode may be more experience, Marcus is younger and faster and as such gets the advantage with a running kitchen sink. Xplode tries to suck in the pain and fight back but Marcus immediately nails him with a shining wizard once he makes it to his knees. The crowd boos as Marcus flips them off before grabbing Xplode by his wrists and locking in a Triangle Chokehold. Considering there is no disqualification, the referee simply asks the choking Xplode if he wishes to give up or not. Xplode replies by fighting back. Marcus strengthens the hold and seems to enjoy choking Xplode. Toby Hunter contemplates going in but notices Xplode is slowly getting out of the hold.

Marcus intensifies the hold and Xplode momentarily fades away but he suddenly raises his legs backwards and keeps going until Marcus is on his back while Xplode’s legs are upwards. Xplode then sits back up really quick, causing Marcus to lose balance on the hold for a couple of seconds. Unfortunately for the younger Puzzo, a couple of seconds is what Xplode needs to power out the hold as he pries Marcus’ legs off his neck before getting back up and dragging Marcus to one of the corners. Marcus vehemently kicks Xplode but the current EUW World Champion responds by kicking him in the groin before falling backwards and sling-shooting Marcus into the turnbuckle. Marcus hits hard and starts to groggily stumble backwards.

He turns around to find a rampaging Xplode rushing in at full speed. Xplode, back with the offense, leaps on top of Marcus with a Lou Thez mount before drowning Marcus with a sea of punches to the face. Xplode gets off him and slams the mat, demanding Marcus stands back up. Marcus, now bleeding, slowly makes it up to his feet as Xplode lets out a ferocious roar and clotheslines him back down. Marcus falls down hard but gets back up when Xplode kicks him in the gut and irish whips him to the turnbuckle before charging after him. Marcus moves out of the way as Xplode jumps on the turnbuckle instead of colliding with it. Xplode then turns around and leaps off the turnbuckle with a flying knee. Marcus jumps out of the way, narrowing missing Xplode’s knee which could have decapitated him.

Xplode seems to have slightly injured his knee as Marcus tags in his brother, Mario. Xplode turns to Toby Hunter before signaling to him that its time. Hunter rushes in the ring as both brothers rush towards the Puzzos.

JJ: Uh oh…I think its time for the ambush aspect of their plan.

Creep: Yup, Marcus has been weakened and both Hunter and Xplode are in the mood to kill. The Puzzos better have a Plan B.

Hunter rushes in the ring as Xplode brawls with Mario. Toby grabs the hurt Marcus and nails him with a DDT. Xplode goes for the Drop Zone on Mario but Mario reverses it into a side effect. Mario turns around and gets nailed with a big boot by Toby Hunter, who proceeds to grab Mario by his neck and lift him up for a Two-Handed Chokeslam. Mario pokes Hunter in the eye and escapes the hold before screaming at his brother to get back up and help him with the brawl. Marcus, bleeding profusely, stumbles onto his feet. Mario gets uppercut by Toby Hunter which causes Mario to stumble backwards and walk right into a spinebuster by Xplode. Marcus low-blows Hunter from behind. Xplode, noticing Marcus is back in the game, rushes over and kicks him in the gut. Xplode goes to clothesline him over the ropes but Marcus pulls them down, causing the world champion to fall out of the ring.

Xplode tumbles down on the outside and gets back up, ready to get back inside and fight, when suddenly “Psychosis” by Poets of the Fall blares through the speakers.

JJ: The hell? Is…is Eddie Laurel scheduled to appear in this match?

Creep: Of course not. And I don’t think he’ll be interfering since he has nothing to do with any of these men.

Xplode realizes this is his cue and as such he rushes to the side of the ring with Toby Hunter in it. Mario helps his brother Marcus recuperate as Xplode drags Hunter out of the ring. Both Puzzos look at the entrance screen with confusion as Eddie Laurel’s entrance music continues to play. Xplode drags Hunter away from the ring and sets his eyes on the eastern side of the ring. The lights then go out.

JJ: Jesus Christ, I can’t see anything!

Creep: A technical error? A fucking technical error in the main event of the PPV? Someone’s gonna get fired. Uh…ladies and gentlemen, please be patient as we seek to fix this issue.

The fans react in an eruption of screams and fright. Although he can’t be seen, this is Xplode’s cue to cripple The Puzzos and get rid of them once and for all. Somewhere in the Vengeance Dome, Rivera sits smiling. Vincent Ellis, on the other hand, must be shitting himself. 8 seconds pass when a loud thud, almost a crackling sound, can be heard from inside the ring. Suddenly, an extremely loud voice emanates from the ring itself.

“UNHAND THAT WEAPON, VILE CREATURE!”

Two seconds pass before a womanish, feminine scream blares through the atmosphere. Confusion and bewilderment escalates to an all time high as screams are heard from the fans. The lights switch back on, exactly at thirty seconds like Rivera said, and we see Mario Puzzo knocked out in the middle of the ring in a small yet noticeable pool of his own blood. The camera then switches to the other side of the ring where Dante Holly, from all people, is knocked out too with an obvious mark on his head that could have resulted from none other than a sledgehammer. Xplode, the secretive culprit, is on his brother’s side outside of the ring and is helping his confused brother up. Marcus is the only Puzzo left standing while both Hunter and Xplode are back on their feet.

Creep: WHAT THE HELL IS DANTE HOLLY DOING IN THE RING? AND WHY IS THAT IDIOT UNCONCIOUS?

JJ: What the hell is happening here, Creepy? First Laurel’s music blares out the speakers, then the lights go out, Mario looks like he’s been run over by a truck, and then Dante appears out of nowhere and apparently gets himself knocked out.

Creep: And we didn’t get to see anything in the dark. But hey, have you not noticed that tonight’s main event has just turned from a tag match to a 2-on-1 handicap match? Mario is on cloud nine and Marcus, obviously hurt, has to fend off Xplode and Toby Hunter.

Both Xplode and Toby Hunter circle the ring. Xplode looks a bit irritated since he was able to take out, and presumably cripple, Mario but he wasn’t able to finish Rivera’s plan and take out Marcus due to Dante’s heroic yet failed interference. Nonetheless, he conceals his irritation and instead stares at the standing Marcus Puzzo in the ring. Marcus fully realizes the seriousness of his situation and as such he attempts to back out the ring. However, Toby Hunter goes to one side while Xplode goes to the opposite side. Both brothers then slide into the ring as Marcus decides to lash out and fight back. He knees Toby Hunter and then turns around, pulling off a punch to Xplode’s jaw.

A swift lariat to the back of Marcus’ head puts him on the ground as Toby Hunter stands over his downed body. Hunter picks up Marcus and pulls off The Full Throttle! Xplode already covers the downed Mario as Hunter covers Marcus Puzzo. The referee, although confused at first by the chain of eccentric events, gets his head back in the game and goes to count the pinfall.

One….Two….Three!

The ring bell rings as both Xplode and Toby Hunter get back up before high-fiving each other. Hunter, however, seems to be concerned as his eyes loom over the surroundings.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen….here are your winners of the match….Toby Hunter and Xplode!

He turns to Xplode, who’s getting his World Title from John Walt, and asks him if he knows anything about what’s happened. Xplode puts on his innocent face and gently says no. Hunter stares down at Dante’s fallen body before being tapped in the shoulder by Xplode, who tells him to let it go and celebrate.

Creep: And it looks like The Puzzos’ luck ran out.

JJ: They still put on one hell of a show, Creepy. I gotta give it to them.

Creep: Aye, JJ. I doubt this is the last time we see The Puzzos but this is going to be the last segment of the PPV, ladies and gentlemen! On behalf of everyone here at EUW, we’d like to thank you for inviting us into your homes. This is Creepy….

JJ: And this is JJ!

Creepy: And this was….Zero Tolerance!

The final camera shot is of Toby Hunter and Xplode celebrating. Xplode raises his title high as Hunter simply smiles and raises his hands high. Hunter then slowly turns around and eyes Xplode’s World Title before eyeing Xplode himself, sensing that there is more to this match than there seems to be. The PPV feed comes to an end.


THIS HAS BEEN AN EUW PRODUCTION!

Special thanks to....

JDV/Gary
Dante Holly
And everyone who RPed and is with us! Hell of a PPV, boys. Post what you think in the feedback topic!