Date: 1/5/06 Location: Uno Lakefront Arena Larry Milligan: And let us welcome you to the Uno Lakefront Arena in New Orleans and it just so happens to be the site of the first Domestic Disturbance of 2006. Rick Malone: And so the boredom begins. Larry Milligan: Why wait? Lets jump right into the night where newcomer Anuniaq takes on Aztek. “ARE YOU READY?” The question is screamed through the PA system as Vin Halsted and his new manager Joey Cranston walk out and down to the ring all while “Blind” by Korn continues to play. Halfway down to the ring, Vin stops and makes the sign of a belt around his waist. Once in the ring Joey gets a microphone from ring announcer Stacey Alexis. Joey Cranston: Oh your precious little SWA came back but who really cares? Not I. I only care about one thing and ONLY one thing. That is to get justice were justice is due. Larry Milligan: What’s he talking about? Rick Malone: Oh what have the monkeys in the front office done now. I hear they use Geno’s head as a piñata, and you wonder why he’s so stupid. Larry Milligan: Geno is one hell of a talent. Joey Cranston: I know Mike and Johnson have some loose screws but this is inexcusable. When that ungrateful excuse of a champion Shadow left who was the number one contender at that time? Larry Milligan: Vin Halsted. Joey Cranston: I ask you all again, who was the number one contender? A low mummer starts in the crowd, an obvious discussion of the latest developments. Joey Cranston: Whoever the man was, is the rightful owner of the SWA Championship. It just so happens that that man is standing right next to me. That man is VIN HALSTED! Vin Halsted: Thank you Joey, thank you survivors of Katrina. I’d like to start of by telling you what a pleasure for you to have me here. Like most people from other parts of the country we all come from better places and every so often good people like me realize we need to help out the smaller less fortunate people and that is why I came to SWA. And now I’m being awarded with the SWA Championship. The highest title here and probably the only one made of real metal so thank you SWA and to the all the aspiring lowlifes in the back, keep up the good work and maybe one day you’ll accomplish the things that I have done. With that Korn’s “Blind” plays and Vin and Joey walk to the back. Larry Milligan: WOW! Thats something I wouldn’t have expected. Rick Malone: I don’t think anyone did, but he’s right…Shadow knew she couldn’t take Vin so she walked. She beat all the easy ones that I knew she could win. Larry Milligan: If you could only hear how contrdictal you are. Rick shoots him an icey glare out of the corner of his eyes. Larry Milligan: Aztek already in the ring and we are finally ready to have this match get underway. Tribal music begins to play as the arena grows very dark and cold. Star patterns light up the ceiling of the arena and an aray of lights are thrown up over the entranceway, simulating the aurora borealis. Larry Milligan: Did it just get cold in here? Rick Malone: Maybe that's because we have a damn eskimo on his way to the ring. Anuniaq steps out from behind the curtains with Silus standing next to him. Stacey Alexis: And now making his way to the ring, accompanied by Silus B. Wunderful, from the northwestern territory of Canada, ANUNIAQ! Silus makes his way to the ring with a jig in his step, playing to the crowd the whole time. Anuniaq just stands on the entrance way in his walrus skin leathers and boots, staring at the ring for a moment before breaking into a run and dashing for the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and is up to his feet in an instant shedding his cloak as he rises. The music starts to subside and Anuniaq takes a moment to kneel down and pray to the gods for his victory this night. The two circle each other in the ring as referee Jim Avant watches them every step of the way before finally locking up. After a short power struggle Aztek gets Anuniaq in a hammerlock, he grives in pain and tries to connect with an elbow to the head of Aztek to get the hold released but Aztek ducks and throws Anuniaq in a pump handle slam like position. Anuniaq is quickly back up and nicks Aztek with a left jab. Aztek fires back with a flipping dropkick the knocks Anuniaq into the ropes. He comes bouncing back to receive a back body drop that on impact he grabs his back in pain. Larry Milligan: You can defiantly see the experience of Aztek while the inexperience of Anuniaq is a handicap. Rick Malone: Niether of these men belong in a ring, first off all. On the outside Silus carefully watches and beats on the apron trying to encourage Anuniaq. Aztek gives him a quick glance before snapping Anuniaq into a dragon sleeper. After a moment, with the sleeper still in place, the two Indians lift each other up but Anuniaq is sent quickly back down via diving ddt. Without hesitation Aztek goes for the cover. 1… 2… The novice gets his shoulder up. Larry Milligan: Aztek trying to make this a quick one. Rick Malone: Easier said than done, Anuniaq shows no signs of giving up. Aztek hits a couple of well-placed stomps before lifting Anuniaq by his head. He holds his head up by his hair and hits a hard right that sends Anuniaq back down. Larry Milligan: Aztek in complete control so far. Aztek lifts Anuniaq and gently whips him off of the ropes Anuniaq comes off the ropes and Aztek hits a blow to the tummy fallowed by a dropkick to the jaw. Aztek lifts Anuniaq but Anuniaq quickly snaps him into a side headlock. Aztek slips through and the two run into the ropes and then fall with Aztek getting in roll up pin. 1… 2… Anuniaq kicks out and hits a scoop slam on a charging Aztek. Anuniaq rumbles over and Aztek adds him into a drop toehold. The two lift themselves up and Aztek gets in a double axe handle to the back of Anuniaq. Anuniaq walks aimlessly and falls face first in the corner. Aztek turns him around and gives him a swift toe kick and then an irish whip to the opposite corner. Larry Milligan: Later tonight Vin Halsted and Sean Morgan meet the tag team champion in tag team competition. Annuniaq hits the turnbuckle face first and bounces back. Aztek runs up and hits a bulldog for the cover. 1… 2… Aware of his surroundings Anuniaq wisely places his left leg on the ropes and breaks the count. Aztek gets up angrily and plants a boot to Anuniaq’s chest and then begins to argue with the ref. With newly found time, Anuniaq rushes over to the corner and lays in rest. Aztek rumbles over but with reflexes like a cat, Anuniaq hits a dropkick to his chest. For a moment Aztek is stunned and Anuniaq capitalizes with a suplex fallowed by a rear chin lock. Aztek fights to get loose but looses the fight. Jim Avant raises the arms of Aztek and it falls promptly. On a second try the results are duplicated. Anuniaq tightens his grip but Aztek refuses to let his hand go down. He rises up to one knee and the flips Anuniaq over with a snapmare and then a downward dropkick to his spine. Larry Milligan: That one had to hurt. Anuniaq grabs his back in pain. He helps Anuniaq to his feet and brings him back down with a spinning neckbreaker. Aztek falls back and runs off the ropes and plants a leg drop across the neck of Anuniaq and goes for a pin. 1… Larry Milligan: Anuniaq is doing a good job of keeping up with Aztek. Rick Malone: But still it doesn’t matter, Aztek has it won. 2… A frustrated Aztek goes to lift Anuniaq but he grabs the arm of Aztek and throws him in an arm drag. Anuniaq hops up. Larry Milligan: Aztek is dazed; He doesn't know where he is! I think Anuniaq is about to hit something big! Anuniaq leaps back into the ropes and propels himself forward with tremendous force. Anuniaq lands a vicious looking shoulder block that blasts Aztek off his feet and drives all the wind from his body. Rick Malone: A friggin shoulder block? Are you kidding me? Larry Milligan: I wouldn't let him hear you say that. Look what it did to Aztek, if you got hit we'd be cleaning you out of the ring with a mop. With the momentum on the side of Anuniaq, a bemused Aztek walks over and right into a northern lights suplex. Larry Milligan: The Aurora Borealis, it could be over right here. 1… 2… Aztek kicks out at the last moment. Anuniaq lifts him up and Aztek quickly gives him a rake of the eyes. The temporarily blinded Anuniaq walks around swinging punches at the air. Aztek runs up and hits a spinning ddt. Larry Milligan: What power by Aztek. Aztek goes for a pin. 1… 2… Anuniaq kicks out but Aztek keeps up the attack buy giving him two snap suplexes in rapid succession and then plops on top for a pin. 1... 2… Anuniaq barely kicks out. Larry Milligan: I don’t know how much more punishment Anuniaq can take. Rick Malone: He won’t need to take anymore because Aztek’s going for the killing blow right now. Aztek tosses Anuniaq into the corner and lifts himself up on the turnbuckle and lifts Anuniaq into a powerbomb position. Rick Malone: Aztek has this thing won; he's got Anuniaq set up for the Aztek Bomb. Aztek lifts Anuniaq up into position but on the way up Anuniaq's right arm shoots out as his hand wraps around a pressure point at the top of Aztek's throat. Anuniaq immediately starts applying pressure. Aztek's arms lose their strength and Anuniaq drops to his feet, his hand never releasing the hold. Larry Milligan: This must be the Fangs of the Wolf I heard about earlier. Rick Malone: Jesus that looks like it hurts. Aztek's face is contorted in pain as Anuniaq has an unforgiving stare centered on him. The ref raises and drops Aztek's hand once. Twice. The third drop signals the end of the match as the ref calls for the bell and forces Anuniaq to release his grip. Stacey Alexis: Here is your winner…Anuniaq! Silus rushes into the ring a congratulates Anuniaq on his first victory by raising his hand, Anuniaq lets go, grabs his cloack and heads to the backstage area. Larry Milligan: What a match and what a way for Anuniaq to start off his SWA career. We roll it right along with the second match of the night as two veterans square off. Geno and Johnny Polo. Rick Malone: I personally hope that Polo beats the crap outta Geno. Stacey Alexis: Introducing first, from Boiling Springs, Pennslyvania, standing six feet six inches and weighing in at two hundred eighty six pounds, GENO!!!! The lights in the arena fade as a red haze overtakes the arena. “As I Am” begins to blast over the Pa as a red spotlight shines at the top of the ramp. Geno walks to the one side of the arena and points to the crowd. He then goes to the other. He walks to the middle and points to the ceiling. As he begins to run down the ramp flames shoot up from along side it. Then as he slides into the ring flames shoot in arches behind him. He then Goes to the turnbuckle and plays to the crowd. Julie Alexis: And his opponent…. “Hold on there Ms. Alexis.” Booms a voice from the entranceway. Moments later a man in a grayish suit walks down to the ring. Rick Malone: All these interruptions are getting on my nerves. Larry Milligan: Hold on Rick it could be important. Adam Johnson: Well I had hoped that this day would never come as I wanted to leave all my champions in tact however at least with Geno, here, has shown nothing but potential in his tough career here with SWA. Geno with the best luck in the future and as a cornerstone of re-emerging Com… The Godfather Theme blares though the speakers and the crowd looks toward the ramp to see who was coming out. A voice comes from behind the curtain “Who gave Adam Johnson the authority to do anything with my property?” Brian Corlet emerges from behind the curtain and is followed down by and unidentified man. They are both dressed for the occasion wearing designer suits with handkerchiefs. The man behind Mr. Corlet is carrying a briefcase also designer and brand new looking. Corlet finally gets to the ring and climbs in positioning himself in Adam Johnson’s face. Brian Corlet- So, who the hell do you think you are to try and pawn off my belt to some dumb mid-carder? Adam Johnson: We? We… Brian Corlet- Don’t even answer, you are as stupid as Geno was when he ever thought he could hold my belt. That was a rhetorical question, dumb ass. Antonio hand Mr. Johnson my contract. With that the man behind Mr. Corlet opens the briefcase and gets out some paperwork. He hands it to Corlet. Brian Corlett- Here is my contract signed, sealed and delivered. So Adam Johnson you can go back to behind your desk pushing papers, pretending to be busy cause you aren’t needed out here. Leave or Antonio will have to escort you out. And give me my bet right now before I lash you with it like a cowering dog. Adam Johnson leaves the ring angrily. Brian Corlet- Geno, you look like you are about to cry. I know its tough you work all your life to prove your worth and you never quite measure up. I know you shouldn’t ever even touch the same mat as I, as you aren’t nearly in my talent level. However, since you were promised a belt tonight I am going to give you what you want. You will have to fight my nephew right here behind me and if you win you will become the new SWA Regional champion. Sound okay? Geno: you are going to give me what I want? Corlet, how the hell do you know what I want. Have you gotten inside my head, have you seen all of the things that I have seen. The answer to all of these questions is no. Corlet if you really want to give me what I want then you go find Vin halsted in the back drag his ass down here and give me a match against him. Then...well then you will have given me what I want. Because Corlet, the only thing that I really want right now is an opponent who will actually give me a challange, and not the same old tired losers such as Johny Polo. You see corlet that is what I want...because when I finally do get to face vin he’s going to have to deal with the best then poor ole vinny will fail like all of the rest. As Geno is nodding looking back spitefully at Corlet, Antoiono sneaks behind him and hits him in the back of the head with the belt. Brian Corlet: I love simpletons. New Orleans watch as we now destroy Geno like our name is Katrina and he is the city you fuckers love so much. With that Corlet puts Geno in the Sleeping with the Fish while Gambino kicks him in the midsection repeatedly. Gambino then grabs Geno’s arm and raises it once, it falls. Twice, it falls. Raises it three times and before it could fall Corlet lets go of Geno. He then gets up as Gambino pulls Geno up and hold him in place. Corlet then kisses his forehead (he calls that the Sicilian kiss) Corlet the headbutts Geno to the ground and laughs. He drapes the belt over Geno. Brian Corlet- Let this be a show to all superstars. Immobiliare is back. Even though Geno is now a broken champion, I do recognize his toughness and talent so with that I leave a contract for him to join what will soon consume the SWA. Geno has taken an ass-whipping tonight and still didn’t cower. He will make a great front man for Immobiliare. With that Corlet drops a contract on the bloodied face of Geno and him and Gambino leave the ring as the Godfather Theme blares. Larry Milligan: That was a cheap shot. Rick Malone: Geno deserved it. Johnny Polo runs down to the ring and quickly covers Geno. 1… 2… Reluctantly Geno kicks out. Larry Milligan: That’s unfair. Rick Malone: Who said anything about fair? A win is a win and Polo knows that. Polo lifts Geno and backs him into the ropes and then sends him flying to the other side. Geno comes back with an explosive power rush and knocks down Polo with a flying forearm. Polo pops back up but is brought back down with a stiff closeline. They lock up and Polo whips Geno off the ropes but Geno gives him a shoulder block to knock him down. Geno gets Polo in a front face lock and then he rolls Polo up in a pin. 1… 2… Geno picks Polo up and he knees him in the stomach and clubs him in the back of the head with his forearm. He picks up Polo and throws him into the corner. He walks over there and he lifts Polo up on the top rope, and he climbs up there with him and he nails a superplex. Geno gets up and he picks up Polo and he gives him a scoopslam. Geno picks him up and he punches him in the face and then gives him a short clothesline. Geno picks Polo up and he gives him a suplex., then a Death Valley Driver. Geno walks over and climbs the top rope and he flies off and nails an elbow drop on him. He pins him, but only gets a two count. Polo picks Geno up and he lifts him up for a powerbomb, but Geno reverses it into a DDT. Geno lays there for a few moments, then rolls over and pins Polo for a two count. Geno picks Polo up and steps back, and nails a superkick on him. Geno picks him up and powerbombs him and then throws him into the corner, runs and nails a dropkick on him that sends him over the top rope. Geno rests for a few moments, but Polo drags him out of the ring and hits him with a closeline. Polo rolls back in and yells at Morris to start the count out. With no signs of Geno moving he does. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… Geno crawls up on the apron but Polo closelines him off and Morris restarts. 1… 2… 3… Larry Milligan: A strange but effective strategy her by Polo. Rick Malone: He’s my kinda wrestler; he’ll do whatever to get a win. 4… Geno crawls back up and and again Polo charges with a closeline but Geno ducks and Geno hits the G-bomb for the pin. 1… 2… 3! Stacey Alexis: Her is your winner…Geno! Larry Milligan: Another newcomer and let me tell you Rick; Paralysis has his work cut out for him tonight. The arena goes black... on the titantron, pictures of spinal x-rays are shown in quick succession to each other. Stacey Alexis: Introducing first from San Francisco, Californa, the master of the Spinal relocation, he is Paralysis! Larry Milligan: That just sounds like it hurts. Rick Malone: I have no idea, why don’t you have him go give you one then tell me how it feels. Larry Milligan: I’ll pass. "Crack Hitler" by Faith No More hits the P.A. system, and Paralysis comes through the curtain and stands, eying the crowd…As the song begins to pick up tempo, Paralysis begins jogging at a steady pace with his left hand out for fans to slap, which a few do. He slides under the bottom rope, quickly getting to his feet. He runs and jumps onto the second rope in the corner, pumping a fist into the air, getting a mixed reaction from the crowd. “Won’t Back Down” by Fuel plays as an eager Doug Watson trounces down to the ring. Stacey Alexis: On the way to the ring, his opponent for the night from Centerville, Ohio…Doug Watson. Doug slides in the ring and Paralysis quickly goes to work by stomping on him a few times. Watson struggles up but Paralysis gives him a double axe handle to his lower back fallowed by a soccer kick. Rick Malone: Ha Ha… Paralysis is on Watson like white on rice. Watson scrambles over to the corner where Paralysis mounts him and gives him the punches to his forehead before throwing him to the ground face first. Paralysis walks over to the ropes and looks out to the crowd, they start a “Paralysis sucks” chant. Watson tries to lift himself up put Paralysis stomps on his head and sends him back down. Paralysis turns him over remounting him for a series of mounted punches. Rick Malone: Look at Paralysis handing it to him. It’s Watson that looks like the rook not Paralysis. Larry Milligan: Paralysis was a very talented wrestler from XWF. Watson hops up and gives a series of chops and jabs to Paralysis getting some distance between the two. Watson goes for a kick but Paralysis catches it, Paralysis waves is middle finger as if saying no…and then Watson clocks Paralysis with an enziguri to the back of the head sending him stumbling away. Watson hits running dropkick to the back of Paralysis’s left knee and sends him down to his knees. Larry Milligan: Paralysis has to be in pain after that shot. Watson goes to lift Paralysis but he counters into a Russian leg sweep. Larry Milligan: This is a fast paced match. As Watson is getting up, Paralysis runs off the ropes and flies back with a closeline that sends Watson flipping in the air. Larry Milligan: Holy Mary O’Mother! Did you see that Rick?!? Rick Malone: Not only did I see it but I heard it as well. Paralysis drags the limp body of Watson to the middle of the ring and then goes for a cover. 1… 2… Watson kicks out and Paralysis decides to give him another round of mounted punches. He then picks him up by his hair and whips Watson into the ropes. Watson flies back and hits Paralysis with a high knee. Paralysis stumbles up but is quickly given a spinning neckbreaker. Watson whips Paralysis into one set of ropes while he himself runs to one side. As Paralysis comes back Watson drops to the ground and gives a drop toehold so that Paralysis’s neck hits the bottom rope. Watson jumps over and turns in midair landing a leg drop to Paralysis’s head. Larry Milligan: I can feel that over here. Paralysis instantly grabs his neck and runs about the ring. Meanwhile Watson climbs to the turnbuckle and flies off but Paralysis catches him and delivers a nasty powerslam. Rick Malone: You see that? You see how quickly Paralysis took the momentum from Watson? Paralysis raises his legs and adds him into a figure four leg log. Watson screams in pain while Paralysis just smiles. Watson inches towards the ropes but Paralysis brings him back towards the center. After a moment, will all his strength he pulls up and tosses Paralysis off of him though Paralysis quickly drags him back down with an armbar. Watson reverses into a pinning combination. 1… 2… Paralysis kicks out thus letting go of the hold. Watson runs up to deliver a hurricaneranna but Paralysis counters and gives him a powerbomb, he keeps the hold on Watson and lifts him up for a second and then rolls him over for the pin. 1… 2… 3! Stacey Alexis: Here is your winner…Paralysis Organ music plays as Riven walks slowly down to the ring. Larry Milligan: Here’s ANOTHER newcomer yet we hardly know anything about him. C.J. Anderson runs out and hits him from behind. Rivenn rolls down to the ring, C.J. lifts his head and then smashes it into the steel steps and tosses him in the ring, C.J. quickly goes for a cover. 1… Riven forcefully kicks out. Larry Milligan: This is an interesting match, C.J. is a traveling wrestler. Rick Malone: Kinda like a circus, except the circus is actually entertaining. Riven stands up and C.J. charges at him but Riven simply knocks him down with a closeline. C.J. stumbles up by Riven gives him a big slap and he falls on the ropes. C.J. runs off and attempts a dropkick however, Riven beats him to the draw and hits a big boot. Larry Milligan: That could have snapped his neck. Riven lifts him over his head and then drops him on the mat. C.J stumbles up and Riven kicks him in the gut and then gives him a powerbomb and a loose pin. 1… 2… 3! Stacey Alexis: Here is your winner…Riven Larry Milligan: Never before have I seen such total domination. Out for the crowd runs a longhaired blonde man, he hops in the ring and gives a chokeslam to C.J. Rick Malone: Ha Ha…this is not C.J.’s night. Larry Milligan: Is that who I think it is? It is, Chris Chaos is back. Rick Malone: Finally someone respectable in the fed. Chris Chaos grabs a mic from Stacey Alexis. Chris Chaos: And now for the highlight of the night. I am back and all of you in the arena; all of you in the back will learn it that I am back and better than ever. This time around things will be different, this time around I will be your SWA champion. Larry Milligan: As strong as tonight’s performance has been you’d think SWA would have never closed its doors. Rick Malone: I wish they had stayed closed. Larry Milligan: Where’s the logic in that? You’d be out of a job and homeless. Rick Malone: I’m sure being homeless is better than working with you. Before Larry can respond "Hollywood Babylon" by Misfits hits the P.A. and puzzles the crowd. White lights begin to flash throughout the arena, and a man steps through the curtain, a foot high mohawk glistening when the lights flash. A woman steps through the curtain a moment later, her hair in a mohawk but much higher. The music stops and the lights return to their normal setting. The man is decked out in black boots, dark blue denim jeans with rips in various places, and a haggard Led Zepplin shirt with a crossbones patch on the back, one hand with a mic, the other with a Pabts' tall can. The lady is wearing tall black boots, a short plaid skirt, and a yellow Sex Pistols shirt ripped in all the right places, bottle of Johnny Walker in her right hand. They stand at the entryway and the man begins to speak. Johnny Crossbones: Hey this isn’t CPW (California Pro Wrestling) this is; this is…where the hell are we Cindi? Cindi Cinister: This is New Orleans. Johnny Crossbones: Ah, I’m sorry we were looking for Fresno when we must have taken a wrong turn and wound up in inbred central. The fans boo and Cindi gives a slight chuckle and gives Johnny a pat on the back. Rick Malone: Inbred central, this guy is great. Johnny Crossbones: It even (he sniffs the air) smells like it. The fans boo even louder this time and Rick laughs again. Johnny Crossbones: Not that introductions are needed since EVRYONE should already know but if you’ve lived in a bubble for the past five or ten years my name is Johnny Crossbones. Can we all say Johnny Crossbones? The fans boo again. Johnny Crossbones: Not quite but I won’t overload your brains yet. As I said, I am Johnny Crossbones and this lovely lady here to my right (he twirls her around) is Cindi Cinster. Larry Milligan: She looks like a prostitute. Rick Malone: Do you never have anything positive to say? Johnny Crossbones: Lets see whom we have in this dump. Anuniaq…enough said. Tytus Arnol and Three, tag team…from Australia. A president lets criminals into his federation, that’s bad…AND they have a title? They belong in jail not a wrestling federation. Aztek eh, Aztek let me welcome you to America by CALLING IMMIGRATION on your ass. Moving right along, Chris Chaos, some amazing wit there. (Crossbones takes a big swig of his beer, then continues.) I'm gonna save myself some time here and just show you what I think of these lamers. (Crossbones begins to clear his throat, causing the phlegm to rise. He then spits a giant loogie up into the air, sending it flying toward the ring. After another heaping drink, he goes on.) Since we've already arrived, I think me and my girl are gonna stick around for awhile and shake this place up a bit. Yeah, don't that sound good, love? (She nods her head while taking a pull off the bottle.) That's my girl! Get ready, ya inbreeds, to get punked! Johnny throws his beer into the infuriated crowd, causing them to boo even louder. With that “Hollywood Babylon” hits as Cindi and Johnny walk away from the entranceway Rick Malone: What a nice young fellow. The arena goes dark, the words "Erin Go Braigh" are echoed by a far off sounding voice, fallowed by the shreiking of banshees...the bell begins to toll, as a ring of green fire forms on stage left (Gangrel style), Halsted and Morgan rise from the fire like a phoenix..smoke begins to pour out as the opening guitar licks sound, and morgan makes his way slowely down the ring, the lighsts become green, and green fire alights along the ramp..They take off their leather trench coats,and lets them fall to the ground, ignoring the flocks of "true believers" that make up that fan base along the ramp, as they bow to him and make signs of the cross, and rolls into the ring he gets into the ring and falls to both his knees in the center of the ring, arms raised to the sky, as green fire erupts from the four turnbuckles. the lights turn to normal, and morgan makes a devon dudley esq sign of the cross to the audiance as he stand son the trunbuckle Tear Away hits the speakers as Three makes his way to the ring, about half way down the asile the music kicks into Freak on a Leash and Tytus Arnol joins him as they head to the ring together. They climb the turnbuckles and throw their arms in the air. Morgan gets into the ring with Arnol, the two begin to circle each other. Three gets back in and quickly nails Morgan in the back of the head with a forearm. The ref yells at him to get out as Arnol begins taking the boots to Morgan. Arnol lifts Morgan up by the head and runs him into the turnbuckle. He connects with a back elbow before throwing a forearm across the bridge of Morgan's nose. Morgan stumbles out of the turnbuckle holding his nose. Arnol bounces off the ropes and hits a big boot, he quickly goes for the cover but Arnol gets a shoulder up before the three. Arnol drags Morgan to his corner and tags in Three. They whip Morgan into the ropes and both duck their heads. Morgan grabs them both and lands a double ddt! Morgan tries crawling towards his corner but is slow to move. Three gets back to his feet just as Morgan does. Three tries to grab him but Morgan makes the tag! Vin gets in, blocks a right from Three and turns it into a belly to belly suplex. Vin is up quickly he locks Three into a front face lock. Arnol gets back to his feet and nails Vin in the back of the head before leaving the ring. Three lifts Vin up and connects with a spine buster, he goes for the cover but only picks up the two count. Three gets up and Morgan grabs him from the apron and drops his neck across the top rope! Vin gets up quickly and rolls Three up, he gets the one, the two but Three gets a shoulder up. Morgan makes a blind tag! Morgan gets into the ring, ducks a right from Three and hits a back suplex. Morgan climbs on top of Three and begins to unload with right hands. Arnol gets into the ring but Morgan is up quick and hits a spear that sends Arnol flying between the ropes and to the floor! Morgan climbs to the second rope and leaps off, hitting a fist drop! Morgan is up and Vin makes the blind tag. Vin gets Three to his feet and lands a vertical suplex. Vin goes for the cover but can't find the three. Arnol gets on the apron and Vin nails him with a hard right. Three staggers as he makes it to his feet. Vin kicks him in the midsection and connects with a running powerslam! The one, the two! Arnol kicks Vin in the head to break up the count. Arnol picks up Vin and whips him hard to the turnbuckle. Morgan tackles Arnol and the two roll to the outside where they begin trading blows. Arnol nails Morgan with a right, Morgan ducks the second and hits a sharp kick to the left knee, Arnol drops down and Morgan goes for a spin kick, but Arnol ducks and Morgan kicks the stairs! Vin uses the ropes to pull himself back up, he turns around and Three almost takes his head off with a clothesline. Three grabs Vin and shoves him into the corner. He lifts Vin to the top rope and climbs. Three grabs him and lands a T-Bone suplex off the top rope!! Arnol picks up Morgan and drops him face first on the announcer's table. Three crawls to his corner and makes the tag to Arnol. Arnol gets into the ring and grabs Vin. He lifts him above his head and lands a military drop! Arnol wastes time taunting the crowd before making a lax cover, Vin gets a shoulder up before the three count. Morgan gets back to his corner, favoring his foot. Arnol grabs Vin's arm and teases Morgan with the tag. Vin gets in a back elbow, he turns around and nails Arnol with a hard right. Morgan makes a blind tag. Vin grabs Arnol and goes for a over head belly to belly but Arnol drives an elbow into his back and turns it into a powerdriver! Morgan comes off the top rope for a crossbody but Arnol turns it into a powerslam. He grabs Morgan and drags him to his corner. He tags Three and lifts Morgan up as Three goes to the top rope...SPIKE PILEDRIVER!!!! They high five and taunt the crowd. Vin gets back to his feet and attacks Three into the corner. Vin hits a few rights before Arnol nails him with a double ax handle. TNT whip Vin into the corner and hit a double big boot. Arnol takes Vin outside the ring. Three looks down at Morgan and laughs as he reaches down but Morgan grabs Three and rolls him into an inside cradle! The one, the two and the three!!! Arnol is in the ring quickly but Morgan is quick to roll out. Blind hits the speakers and the fans go nuts.