“Volume” – PylonThe arena's lights begin to brightly shine in a lust-red coloring as the stage becomes shrouded in white pillars of mist. Then two men walk out, side-by-side.
Announcer: "Making their way to the ring, from Milano, Italy...weighing at a combined weight of five hundred four pounds...Giovanni & James Montero....'The Italian Mafia!'
Giovanni has a VERY angry glare on his face. Being the larger of the team, Giovanni raises both of his arms high above his head as he slowly trots down the ramp, inching closer to the ring. Giovanni also is wearing his suit with his briefcase. James, on the other hand, begins to leap up and down for a few moments while in his street clothes.


Then James begins to sprint towards the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and resting on the canvas. Giovanni climbs onto the apron and pulls himself through the ropes. Then he makes his way towards his younger, slightly smaller brother and lifts him up to his feet. Then Giovanni snatches a microphone from a crew technician from over the top rope. Then Giovanni prepares to speak with his strong Italian accent.
Giovanni-
”I just cannot believe the atrocity that took place last week. James and I happen to have lost our debut match, although in my opinion…we had it in the bag. This displeases me greatly. We are no longer going to be a slow-paced tag team. We are transferring our time to becoming a fast-paced, devastating tag team on the roster. In our next match…I GUARANTEE victory! If you oppose me…feel free to speak your part tonight.”Giovanni hands the briefcase to James as both men look down towards the stage, waiting to see who will accept their calling.