The scene opens up with the sounds of hands hitting a punching bag, the view came in...Its a not a very big room, run down a bit as its seen better days. There was a ring in the middle, the ropes were makeshift..but hey, they worked. There were two men, boxers, going toe to toe giving everything that they had. One looked to be Hispanic and the other was white...The punches were weak, and the skills to box ranged to: none. Farther off in the back of the room was a black man putting everything he had into this punching bag...He was a big man, but there was no fat on him..he was all muscle, he knew how to box...He was on his toes, he had the moves, and he had the power. His name was Justin Reid, and this is where he came to escape the world. There is where he used to train, until he was told that boxing would kill him. His body, mostly his brain, couldn't take the physical damage of the sport. To him, he made the wise choice to leave what he loved for the good of his health....His shift at the gas station ends at ten, comes over here for an hour a day and then goes home. Its the same thing everyday, none of the other people here really know him because he heads straight for the bag and goes to work on it...They watch him, they wonder why they cant give it all they have, moving as fast as they can for almost an hour straight. Hes never caused any trouble so over the years the regulars barely see him come and go....And for tonight, it was ending. He stopped terrorizing the punching bag from its daily hour form hell and bent over, put his hands on his knees and took a few deep breaths. He raised up and went over to his bag, pulled out a towel and wiped the sweat off his face...He picked up his bag, walked past the few people in here and left. Again, its the same as every other night...But he liked it. He liked the people not talking to him, he was a loner and chose to be that way. He walked out of the gym and went south..He headed down the sidewalk to his apartment that was only two blocks away from here.
The night was cool, but the sky was clear...Justin came to the intersection, saw no cars in the dead night and just kept on walking to the last block. He reached into his bag and pulled out his keys, put the key ring on his index finger and spun the key around...like he did every night...But for Justin, ..for the first time...the night was about to get different. He was almost to the intersection, where he would take a right and go up the steps to his apartment. Someone came from around the corner, but still too far away to see the person. Justin could tell that the person was big, really big. He wasn't concerned, he passed people every day and never got hassled. The space between them closed, the features of the person becoming easier to see...A tall man, wearing a black jacket that hung down to the ground. His strides were quick and suddenly Justin did become concerned a little. He stopped spinning the key, clinched it in his hand as his heart beat picked up. He now saw that his man was huge, but he was confident there was going to be no problem. They were no more than ten feet away, Justin glanced at his face for only a moment as they started to cross..He was startled, he could was sworn his eyes were black..But they passed and Justin felt relived, but a little freaked out..He sighed, knowing that everything was going to be ok. Something cold touched his right shoulder, sending chills through his body..He turned around and saw the man, and saw his own face in those black eyes. He droped his bag, he was stunned and he couldn't do anything. The man grabbed him by the neck and threw him into the side of a building...As soon as he hit the ground the man was there...grabbed him again by the neck and picked him up and looked him in the face..He felt dizzy, the mans grip was tight and he couldn't breathe..So Justin fought back, he swung at the man, tried to fight his hand off his neck but the grip was soo fuckin tight and he was starting to loose consciousness. He fell to the ground as he man released him..
He coughed and scrambled back to the side of the building, he mind was in mass confusion and he didn't know what to do..There seemed to be things moving on his skin around his neck and his wrists, he was terrified and didn't know what to do. Justin got up as the man started to walk over to him, he ran to his left and went up the steps to the building hoping that it would be unlocked, and unfortunately for him it wasn't. He slammed into the door, his shoulder screamed in pain but he could hear wood break. He leaned back to hit it again but never made it. The man came from behind and threw him back to the sidewalk..he got up and started to make his way up the street, he knew he was fast so he looked back to see how much advantage he had, and when he did he was horrified to see that he was right behind him..He stumbled and fell, then instant pain on his chest. He had placed a foot and all his wait down, his whole torso was in pain he could barely talk. The man reached down took two fingers, put one under the corner of each eye and ran his fingers across his eyes....Justins head hurt, he knew that what this man had done to him was not good...His vision clouded, his eyes seemed as if they were dropped in acid...The pressure on his chest was tight and he couldn't scream..He thrashed and tried to get away but it was pointless...Now his vision was gone, he was in all dark but his eyes were still in soo much pain...Jaymz stood there with a foot on his chest, but he was still bored. He watched this mans eyelids sizzle and melt like rubber and watched as this person screamed in pain...Jaymz looked around to the other side of the street and noticed that the building had a flag pole, but no flag...Jaymz picked the man up by the neck and pulled him across the street...He was unconscious now, the pain unbearable.
He came to the building, stepped up onto the steps and onto the concrete railing. The seven foot man was looking down at the flag pole, using his other hand he took the gold top off the pole leaving just empty tubing. Jaymz took the man with both hands, placed the center of the mans back on the pole, held them there for a moment...In a quick motion Jaymz hit the man on each side at the same time with a slight yell as the man slid down the a few feet...Blood went everywhere, intestines and skin were stuck in the top of the empty tube and fell in with a sicking noise. Jaymz stepped down off the step, the body slowly slid down the pole. Jaymz placed a hand under the body on the pole and one over it...He tried to bend the pole and after a few moments it began to bend right in the middle of the mans body...The flag pole was at a weird angle but Jaymz fixed the problem of the sliding body..He walked up the sidewalk, looked at the blood on his hands and wiped it off on his shirt. He wasn't trying to hide it, it was all over his face and jacket. He went around the corner and there sat the Tahoe. He went to the driver side, got in and drove down the street. He worked his way through the town, seeing very few cars and he never spoke. The huge house could be seen as he pulled up. There were two people out front, one sitting in a chair and the other standing on the porch as they talked loudly. He pulled into the drive saw that it was Zaslaw in the chair, and Darkness standing..They were in the middle of a conversation as he pulled in, he stepped out.
Ah look, see theres Jaymz..Ask him I know he'll agree with me!
Oh yeah? ...about what?...
Zaslaw: nothing much really, just trying to figu...Oh Jaymz, what in the fuck have you done now!?
Darkness: Looks like you were standing behind someone who got shot with a twelve gage.
You know, its the damnedest thing...I was walkin down the street, there was this car comin..uh, and there was this....cat, yeah, cat...Well, anyway he got ran over and I just happen to be standing there.
Zaslaw: Yeah right...I don't want to have to be cleaning up your messes, Crazy J's got me on my last nerve...Speaking of him, have you seen him in a while? ...its too quiet, that cant be good.
Darkness: Last time I saw him he was wearing your clothes again...Dont let it get to ya, hes taking care of business in the ring...Let him do his thing
Zaslaw: Let him do his thing?? He needs to get back on those pills, I don't know how much I can take
..Anyway, I was lookin for Erik, you guys seen him?
Darkness: I think hes in the house..
Jaymz walked up the steps and into the house. It was dark inside, rare, usually all the lights were on when everyone was here. Jaymz went to his left and stopped as something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Someone was standing there, they were wearing a hoodie and there head was down...Jaymz instantly knew who it was..It was Crazy J...He laughed to himself a little as J whispered something...
Crazy J: Hey...Hey you...come here...
..You gotta watch my back....
Huh? ..what are you talkin about?
Crazy J: ..You gotta watch my back...Its Crazy J, I think hes comin after me.
Um, yeah...Well, I'll watch your back.
Crazy J takes off down the hall and a voice is heard from the other side...
Erik Black: Hey! Now, that dried bloods a nice touch...Maybe I should try that some time...?
You were just who I was lookin for...Whats been goin on?
Erik: Not much, tryin to "watch J's back for him"...
Oh I see he got you too...Anyway, there something that needs to be taken care of...I'm gonna hold off for a few days, might need a little help....
Erik: Then Im there!...You gettin ready for the match?
Ready? You know that I'm always ready...They cant handle us
Erik: Yeah, I guess that Shane didn't learn that yet. He wants to step back up with Blackheart, but nothing will change. I gotta go find Zaslaw, see what things J's doing to him lately
Nobody said that they were smart, they will learn in time. ....Zaslaw? Hes outside.
Erik steps outside as Jaymz walks down the hallway to his chambers, he speaks...
You know, I'm actually surprised at some of the people here....I guess that certain people think they can win a match without having to train, prepare, and do the things required to be victorious. Some people think they can coast through life by doing things half-assed. Thats what happened to Cosmos, all week I waited to see a promo aired by this loser and he never showed his face. I cant say that I was surprised that he didn't show up, I could tell by his attitude from the week before in the eight man tag match..He was over confident, he took us "new comers" lightly and he paid the price. He thought that because he was facing me one on one he could just walk into the ring and claim a win over me...wrong. Cosmos is a weak man and Ive never seen such a pathetic performance as he gave the other night. If he would spend less time with that homo and be more concerned about business the match may have been a little different...Im not saying that he would have won, no matter what he did there was no way that he could beat me..But maybe if he had actually prepared a little the match would have gone a little longer, he would have given me a real challenge..but he didn't. He was dominated and beaten by Zer0 Tolerance..again. The world watched as Cosmos fell at our hands, watched as we put him to shame in the middle of the ring. ...He made a mistake and he knows it, its a mistake that I can see this worthless trash making over and over. No matter how many beatings he receives, I don't think this man will ever take this business seriously. He was a waste of my time and effort and I should have killed him in that very ring for the simple reason of that he just wastes the air that I use to breathe.
Hes not worth the money that hes being paid, hes not worth the TV time and nobody cares to see him. Where are you now Cosmos? Are you hiding from the world, hiding from reality? ...Ashamed that you got beat so badly that you now cant show your face out in public? You were just the first of many to come, you were the first in line to find out what happens to people when they step in the ring with a member of Zer0 Tolerance. I don't think that I have anything more to say to you, other than again your wasting my time. ...Over time everything evolves, everything changes. Time takes its toll on everything, its inevitable..it just simply happens. And all this "time" that we have becomes nothing but the past...You see, a clock lies because you know its always going to go back to twelve a.m. and its a new day. ...It all becomes nothing but the past...all that "time." ...An hourglass will tell you the truth, there is no restarting, there is no twelve a.m. to start a new day. Time becomes shorter in an hourglass because you see exactly how much you have left and you realize that its not enough...but it never really is, is it? When I was a kid there was a old man that lived down a mile or two down the road, and he always wore two watches on his right arm but only one of them worked...I had wondered why he did that so one day I asked him about it; he told me why the second one didn't work, it was stopped with both hands on twelve and he told me "live for the moment" ...and that was it, thats all he said.. ...As a small child I didn't understand it, but over the years and the older you get it makes more sense...There is no point dwelling in the past, because all that Time is gone. All that time is nothing but a memory..All you can do is learn from it and build upon that. I'm mostly a loner, have been for most of my life...I walked this Earth alone taking the path that life had set out in front of me.
...A while back I came to a certain place, at the time, I didn't know what would form out of it and something great did...Now its all past, and its been built upon....I went to that federation lookin for work, once I had the job there I noticed that the place was separated in two groups...As for myself I chose to stay in the middle and away from their fueding..One group was deadset on taking me out, while in the other group there seemed to be only one reasonable person..He seemed kinda out of place there. That man was Crazy J. Members of the other group saw that we were talking and tryed everything to keep us from apart...They knew what kind of force would have been unleashed...I managed to get my hands on one of those members in the ring it was a World Title fight between Darkness and myself and he gave me the fight of my life. Ive never fought so hard in my life..It was one of those moments where you stop that Time and hold it there in your memory for the rest of your life...Neither of us won, we both used everything that we had in that fight...We had a mutual respect for each other after that even though we still fought on different terms. ..Then came this other guy. Someone that was new to me, but not new to the place...To the new faces that were around, some people underestimated him...Some people didn't give him the time of day, he made those people eat their world. I also faced this man in a World Title match, Erik Black. ...Its rare that you find someone with the amount of endurance that that man has...No matter what I did to that man, he always got back up in my face showing me what he was made of...It was a great match and at that time Erik and I didn't see eye to eye.
We fought in the ring, backstage, outside..we had many battles...But its all the past. There was a point and time when Darkness was gone, since we didn't speak at the time, I didn't question him...I didn't think anything of it. The group that wanted me dead had a match set up. Four of them vs. four of the fed's best. Two days after that a man came and knocked at my door. I had never seen this man before, he told me his name: Mr. Zaslaw. We had a long discussion, we argued and I damn near wanted to kill this man, but something stopped me from doing that...There was something about this man..I think it was the way he carried himself, he was confident and he had a great plan...He told me that Crazy J and Erik Black were on good terms, he told me of the match and what we could accomplish...I took up his offer...Zaslaw, J, Erik and myself all met for the first time in the same room that next night for one common goal. We were a man short, Zaslaw had told us he was talking to a member of the other group who wasn't around at the time, Darkness. We didn't know that then, instead we took on a fourth member for the match...Someone we weren't sure we could trust, but for one night we thought it would last....Well, it didn't. He turned on us and the three of us all lost our titles. That short Time in the ring, the Time Zaslaw came to my house is the day that Zer0 Tolerance started. We didn't have a name then, we didn't even know that we were going to form what we have today. Fate chose the five of us to be there, it brought us all to the same place for a reason. ...We see that reason now. Zero Tolerance is yet to go down, this week Erik and I are teamed up to Shane Bright and Blackheart
...I guess Shane will never learn, what is this..the third time? And what makes you think that its going to be any different? You can sit there and whine about how you lost and how you out-lasted people like it somehow makes any difference. You lost, and theres nothing else to it. Losing to us cant bother you that much, I sat there and watched that promo waiting for something interesting to happen, but that thing that you call "Madison" takes up wayyy to much of your time...I hope that you are focused for this match...Maybe after the first two we got your attention, but the only difference is that this time we will finish you off. Erik and I will make sure that you know your a failure when you get your ass handed to you on your third try. Take us in tag matches, singles, it doesn't matter because you CANNOT get the job done. This is the week you will step down and realize that you cant possibly compete with the challenges that we bring....You can make all the excuses that you want after this match, but you will simply just get beat. The Tag Team Titles will be taken Erik and myself, back to where they belong in Zero Tolerance. So you two get the misfortune of being the first victims to fall before Zero Tolerance as the Tag Titles reign begins....I do have to ask you Bright...What are you going to do in the ring, when this living Sin get the chance to step inside the ropes and puts you in more pain than you have ever been in? What are you going to do when I have you in soo much pain, pain that feels like the your bones are going to snap, tearing through the muscle and skin?
...You better hope that I don't kill you in that ring...You may have heard stories, tales of that thing they call "the bright light"...The one that your suppost to see when you die? Yeah..There is none of that...Die at the hands of the Devil Incarnate, and you get the privilege of bowing down at the feet of Lucifer....Hope that I don't kill you, pray that I don't. ...You will see me again if I do. ...When I die off this place, when my blood becomes still and my body goes pale, you would see me again. You know Bright, I don't understand how you can come out and say that we are not skilled enough to beat you? You can have all the skill in the world, I don't care if you do because you lost, not once, but twice...Didnt we already go through this? Does it matter if your more of a wrestler than a brawler? People have tried to tell me that since they day that I got in this business...People tell me that I don't have much "skill", but I think my history in this business speaks for itself.....I cant believe that this is your third match and you still take this lighly...Go watch your promo, cant you see that your underestimating us? Cant you see that you don't have the desire to win this match? Don't you see that you don't have the mind-set to go into the ring with us? How exactly do you think that your going to beat us? What advantage do you see that you have over us? Is it the whiny excuses that you make as to why you lost? Do those make you feel better? Does it make you feel like you got cheated when you should have won? Through your eyes maybe thats how it works. Then you tell me that we are not ready? How can you say that? ...Bright, were always ready and you can count on that...
We like what we do and we take it seriously. This is a business, this is what we do. We don't half-ass anything, we do things right and make sure that the job gets done. We don't mess around, so for you to come out here and tell us that we are not ready is a huge misktake....You wont win the Titles Bright, so don't even get your hopes high...Dont plan the post-match celebration yet, just hold off on that...dont waste your time. You and Blackheart, a man I have yet to have the chance to face in the ring...I look foreword to that, we cant wait to break you in against Zero Tolerance...I hope that you don't have the same mindset as your friend does here...That guy makes to many excuses and talks of RWW like it really matters? What are those guys going to do for you? Because they gave you your first chance means thats going to make some kind of difference in the ring? In a few days you two will get to see Zero Tolerance take control of the Tag Team Titles, and all you will be able to do is sit back and watch. Watch us as we dominate and take control of all the competition in the ring.....Blackheart, Bright..Theres one thing that you have to understand:
We always get what we want.....
....There is no stopping us, there is no controlling us
...because once it hits Zer0 its to late....
The scene fades to black as Jaymz stops talking