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A European Championship Match must be held under the rules for wrestling based on the English World Of Sport Pro Wrestling style of catch wrestling, which favors grappling and submission holds.

The matches are divided into five rounds of five minutes (two pages) each, with a one minute (One post each) break between rounds. Each round must start with a lock-up. The wrestlers can win by pinfall, submission, knockout, technical knockout or disqualification. If a wrestler is knocked down, he has ten seconds to get to his feet or it will be classed as a knock out loss. A technical knockout is if the wrestler is deemed unfit to continue. The matches usually went to two out of three falls or submissions.

Some of the rules that the wrestlers had to follow were:

No biting, gouging, hair-pulling, or low blows.
No striking with closed fists, elbows, knees, or feet.
No choking, strangling, or suffocating.
No full nelsons, neck cranks, or spinal locks.
No throwing or slamming the opponent outside the ring or onto the floor.
No interfering with the ropes or the referee.
No leaving the ring for more than 10 seconds.
No using foreign objects or weapons.

If a wrestler broke any of these rules, they would receive a public warning from the referee. If they received three public warnings, they would be disqualified and lose the match.

A count-out, low-blow, attacking the referee and using a weapon are instant disqualifications.

やった ~!
(Yatta!)

After a screeching shout, “Boy Be A Tiger” began to play, and a man dressed in orange garb walked out onto the ramp. He had two very noticeable features... An orange striped tail, and a hat shaped like a tiger... the Tora No Boushi... the TIGER HAT!

The crowd began to cheer as Tora-san made his way down the ramp, raising his arm to pump up the crowd. He had gone from detested heel to firm favourite in record time, all thanks to the vile Cartwright turning on him. He was still very sore from his fight with Omen, but the adrenaline and lust for revenge would compensate for whatever he was feeling.

He rolled under the bottom rope once reaching the ring, spinning to the center of the ring while crouching low. Launching himself towards the ropes, he raised his arm, with a shout of his familiar catch phrase - "Yatta!"

He lowered his arm and backed into the near corner, the smile on his face slowly lowering as he waited for Cartwright to make his way to the ring.