Date: 1/18/06 Location: UL Layfette Campus, Layfette, LA Recorder Earlier The scene opens up in the office of president Adam Johnson. Three men huddle in the room, Adam sitting at his desk and two others in white-stripped shirts. Adam sits at his desk on the phone. Adam Johnson: Uh huh…yea…no…sure…ok…bye. Adam Johnson: Ok guys, I understand that it’s a lot and I’ve pulled some strings. David Strajk, the newly hired ref, will be coming here tonight and he’ll be reffing the main event. Larry Milligan: Whoa a new ref, and he’s going to be reffing the main event? Rick Malone: That’s what the president said. Larry Milligan: Welcome ladies and gentleman to another edition of Domestic Disturbance. We have a great show tonight, Brian Corlet will take on Sean Morgan, Vin Halsted and Geno will try to settle their differences and a huge main event were seven men try to win the number one contendership to the SWA Southern TITLE. Rick Malone: And Chris Chaos finally gets the gold he deserves. Larry Milligan: Its just a contenders match. Rick Malone: So, as soon as he wins tonight it’s a given that he’ll beat Vin Halsted. The lights flash in and out, as "Freak On A Leash" by Korn rumbles over the PA system. Tytus Arnol marches out from behind the curtains, and is met with a chorus of boos. Larry Milligan: Here comes on half of the tag team champions... Rick Malone: Who got punked out by Halsted and Morgan... Tytus ignores the fans, rolling into the ring with a sneer across his face. "Freak On A Leash" gives way to mariachi music, as the latino sensation Aztek strolls onto the stage, and begins to walk to the ring. Johnny Polo comes fkying out from the back, and nails Aztek in the back of the head with a hard clothesline, sending Aztek rolling down the ramp. Rick Malone: Awesome strategy by Polo! Larry Milligan: What a cheap shot! He... Rick Malone: Shut up Milligan and grow a pair! That was an amazing veteren move! Polo rolls Aztek into the ring, as Tytus begins to stomp on the Latin wrestler. The two men continue their assualt on Aztek. They pick him up and whip him into the ropes, dropping him with a double shoulder block. The team work is short lived though, as Polo cracks Tytus in the side of the head, sending him back, and brings him down with a short armed clothesline. He goes for a quick cover, but only gets a one count... Rick Malone: Polo is really cooking in the early goings of this match... Larry Milligan: Hes gonna need a lot more to get the "W" though... Polo picks up Tytus, who knocks Polo's hands aside and chops out his legs. Tytus lifts Polo to a stand, and nails him with a strong sit out spine buster...He walks around Polo, taunting the crowd, and is met with a text book drop kick to the chest by a rising Aztek... Larry Milligan: Tytus just earned a drop kick to the chest for his taunting! Rick Malone: Yeah! He just got cought with his jimmy half way in his neigbors dog! Larry looks at Rick and shakes his head... Not knowing how to respond... Aztek goes after Tytus with a series of kicks and chops, and whips him off the ropes. Tytus comes back with a clothesline, but Aztek ducks, spinning Tytus around and hit him with a hurricurana. Tytus gets immediatly up, and attempts another charge, that earned him a boot to the chest. Aztek runs off the ropes, delivering straight drop kick to Tytus's ass, sending him falling through the top and middle rope. Larry Milligan: And Tytus finds himself outside of the ring! Rick Malone: He's...He's just taking a breather! Larry Milligan: Breather my ass... Rick Malone: You shut your mouth when you talk to me! Larry looks at Rick yet again, with a confused look on his face... Aztek sets himself up for the suicide dive, but is T-Boned by a charging Polo. Polo lifts up Aztek and plants him with a hard ddt, floating over for the cover... 1… 2… NO, kick out by Aztek. Polo lifts up the Latin star, and hooks him into a suplex. He lifts him up, but Aztek flips behind Polo. Polo is quick to turn around, swinging a wild left hand at Aztek, who rolls to the side. Polo shoots out with his leg, attempting a super kick. Aztek ducks at the last second, and his foot cracks referee Jason Morris dead in the jaw, knocking him out! Aztek grabs the stunned Polo and hooks him up for the Mexican Piledriver. Aztek drops, driving Polo's head into the mat with a thud! He makes the cover, as the crowd counts 1, 2, 3!, but the ref is out, so theres no one to make the pin! Larry Milligan: Polo's kick just saved him from losing the match! Rick Malone: Look at that dumbass! He can cover Polo all he wants, it doesn't mean a thing with no ref to see it! Aztek gets up, trying to shake the ref. Tytus makes his way onto the apron, and yells at Aztek, as a man comes running from the crowd... Larry Milligan: Thats Three! What is he doing here? Aztek marches towards Tytus, but drops when Three slides into the ring and cracks him in the head with a tire iron! The crowd erupts with boos... Larry Milligan: What the hell was that for! Rick Malone: That’s just teamwork gets me kinda choked up... Three produced smelling salts from his pocket, and wakes up the ref, sliding out of the ring before he can realise what happened. Tytus picks up the fallen Aztek, and nails him with "The Star Studded Finale" clothesline, sending him crashing to the mat. He makes a lazy cover, as Morris crawls into position.... 1… 2… 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stacey Alexis: Here is your winner, Tytus Arnol!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Larry Milligan: What a mockery of justice! Rick Malone: Don't get your panties in a bundle just because Morris doesn’t know how to ref a proper match! Tytus and Three are walking around the campus holding their tag team championships. They are cheerfully talking amongst themselves. A man clears his throat. They stop and then look around but see nothing in the darkness. Out steps Adam Johnson. Adam Johnson: Fellows how’s it going? Good good…little problem, you see tonight, you got a faulty win because your boyfriend interfered so what’s going to happen is, you guys will be fired and oh, those titles…mine. Adam takes their titles and Tytus and Three stand there in disbelief. The lights at the entrance flash slightly, indicating that another match is about to begin. The lovely Stacey Alexis steps forward into the center of the ring, a smile on her face. Stacey Alexis: Ladies and gentlemen, announcing first, standing six foot six and weighing in at 255 pounds, from Boiling Springs, Pennsyvania... Geno! Dramatically, “Seven Nation Army” by the White Stripes sings through the speakers, and the fans are on their feet to welcome Geno to their house. Geno appears in the entryway, raising a fist at which the crowd cheers madly. He walks slowly down to the ring, concentrating, taking his time, measuring their reactions to him. Larry Milligan: People are definitely behind Geno here tonight. Rick Malone: Yeah, if they don't have any taste, they're behind Geno. Larry Milligan: We'll have to agree to disagree there. Rick Malone: I swear, you're such a nancy-boy. The lights dim again. Stacey Alexis: And his opponent, weighing 260 pounds, standing at six foot four, from Chicago, Illinois... Vin Halsted! “Blind” by Korn begins playing through the speakers, and a roared “ARE YOU READY?” announces Vin Halsted's form filling up the doorway down to the ring. His manager stands with him, and the two of them smirk and nod to one another before beginning their progression down to the ring. The crowd doesn't seem too amped up to see Vin, but that doesn't affect Vin's general sense of cockiness as he slowly climbs the steps and gets into the ring. Larry Milligan: You can just see the confidence oozing off of Halsted here. Rick Malone: Uh, duh. That's because he owns everyone else in SWA. Larry Milligan: Whatever you say... In the ring, Jim Avant is standing in between the two men, explaining the rules, but once he's got that out of the way, he steps back, and signals for the bell. Ding ding ding! The two men lock up, and Vin has the advantage- but only for a moment. Geno shoves him backwards, gets some distance between them and whips Vin towards the ropes. He follows closely behind Vin, winding up for some sort of rope-propelled power move... when Cranston grabs Geno's foot, and trips him up. Geno doesn't quite fall on his face, but turns around to mouth off to Cranston, which gives Vin a moment to get himself together, and clothesline Geno to the mat. Vin dives on Geno for the cover. 1.. 2.. Rick Malone: Damn! Larry Milligan: Well that was a pretty weak move, Rick, did you really expect him to pick up the win off of a clothesline? Rick Malone: That's the best damned clothesline in SWA, thank you very much. Geno gives Vin a good solid belt in the face to throw him off. Vin stumbles backwards as Cranston can be heard yelling from the outside that Geno used a closed fist. Probably wisely, the referee ignores him. As Geno gets to his feet, Vin shakes off the blow, and the two of them stare each other down once more. This time, a more confident Geno dives at Vin and takes him down with a sidewalk slam. He follows up by slingshotting himself off the ropes with a follow-up elbowdrop right onto Vin's solar plexus. As Vin twitches from the impact, Geno goes for a pin of his own, and barely gets a one-count for his effort. Rick Malone: You want to talk about weak moves.. THAT was a weak move. Larry Milligan: You're hopeless, you know that? Either way, they both tried to pin on weak moves, so they're both underestimating their opponent here, and that never gets anyone anywhere. Geno pulls Vin up by the head, and grabs his arm, whipping him toward the ropes. Vin rebounds with a good bit of speed, and Geno tries to take him down with a hard lariat, but Vin ducks underneath, hitting the ropes on the opposite side, and getting enough momentum to get off the ground with a diving shoulderblock, taking Geno to the mat with a heavy thud, and rolling him up again. 1... 2... Kickout! Larry Milligan: I see we're getting closer to what might actually win a match here. Rick Malone: Yeah, and look who did it. Should tell you something, huh? Larry Milligan: That Halsted knows how to do a shoulder block? That's impressive, he must be pretty damned good indeed. Vin pulls Geno up to his feet, and nails him with a couple of hard knife-hand chops, forcing him back a couple of steps. Vin goes for an Irish whip into the turnbuckle, but Geno reverses, tossing Vin into the hard barely-padded steel instead. Vin stumbles back a couple of steps, and Geno grabs him from behind, taking him over and down with a German suplex, dropping him hard on the head. Vin rolls over to his side, and Geno moves to pin him, but Cranston is up on the ropes instantly, howling about something or other that Geno did illegally. While Jim Avant argues with him on the apron, Geno can't get a count for his pin, so obviously can't win the match. Larry Milligan: Jesus, that's pathetic. Rick Malone: I know, Jim's not even listening to a word that Cranston's saying. Larry Milligan: That wasn't what I meant. At all. Eventually, Jim Avant somehow gets Cranston down from the apron, but by this point, Geno has given up on his cover attempt, and has gone back to hammering Halsted with repeated punches to the jaw. After a few hard rights, Halsted begins reciprocating, throwing back rights of his own, at a slightly higher rate of speed. After a few moments of the back and forth beating, Geno moves to end it with a collar and elbow tie up, trying to force Vin to a knee. Not one to be outmuscled, Vin lets a knee fly up into Geno's stomach, and breaks the grapple, before tossing him over with a belly-to-belly suplex, followed by a pin attempt. 1... 2... kickout! Rick Malone: Jeez, so close there. Larry Milligan: And off of a cheap shot, too. His mother must be so proud. Rick Malone: I know I would be, if I was his momma. Halsted punches Geno a couple of times in the face, and pulls him up to his feet, dishing out two more of the same, before whipping Geno into the ropes, and decking him with a clothesline. Things aren't looking particularly good for Geno at the moment, as Vin continues to hammer him with stomps to the sternum area, keeping him on the ground rather effectively. Geno rolls over onto his side, but Halsted doesn't relent, continuing to attack him with the heels of his boots. Geno gets a shoulder up, pushing up with his arm, and despite Halsted's continued strikes, gets to his knees. Larry Milligan: That's amazing... I'm surprised he's been able to stand up to all this punishment Vin's giving him. Rick Malone: He must be taking steroids or something, no way Geno's that strong. Larry Milligan: I think we test for that kind of thing. Vin gives up the attack, and pulls Geno to his feet, whipping him across the ring, into the turnbuckle. Geno lands with a thud, back first, and Vin follows up by charging into the corner, however, Geno cuts his trip a little short with a well-placed elbow, simply held out for Vin to charge directly into. Halsted staggers backward, holding his jaw, and Geno shakes the cobwebs out, before moving in on the offensive, hammering Halsted with an array of chops and punches to the chest, before booting him in the stomach, and planting him with a DDT, after which the crowd goes wild with anticipation of what might come next. Geno climbs to his feet, and throws a fist into the air, before picking up the woozy Halsted, and lifting him up in the air, before dropping him with the Paradox! Geno rolls Halsted over for the pin, and despite Cranston's whining on the apron, Avant counts. 1... 2... 3! "Seven Nation Army" begins to play, but suddenly, Cranston is in the ring with a steel chair, and he whacks Geno on the back of the head with it, hard enough to knock him down. The chorus of boos coming from this seems to be enough to rouse Halsted from his impact-induced sleep, and he joins Cranston in beating on the downed Geno. Larry Milligan: I can't believe this shit! Someone get those two out of the ring! Rick Malone: Hey, Geno cheated, I can see why they're pissed. Larry Milligan: He didn't cheat! What the hell are you smoking? Rick Malone: The good stuff, my friend, the good stuff. Larry Milligan: Wow what a shocking turn of events but lets go to our next match… “Wateland” by 10 Years plays as Adam Johnson walks down to the ring. Once there he takes a mic from his suit pocket and begins to speak. Adam Johnson: As we all could see earlier tonight, TNT have been fired and the tag titles stripped. As I sat in my office, I couldn’t help but wonder what to do with the tag team titles and then a light bulb clicked so starting next week…there will be a tag team tournament. Larry Milligan: A tag team tournament, what a joy that will be. Rick Malone: Like we have any tag teams to fill it. Larry Milligan: Are you always this negative? Rick Malone: Yes. Larry Milligan: Maybe we can finally get the next match started. “Outshine” by Soundgarden plays as Chris Chaos and Barry Milligan walk out. Larry Milligan: What the hell is he doing out here? Rick Malone: Shh!!! Chris Chaos: Me and my friend Barry here…. we’d like to be the first to enter in the tag team tournament. Rick Malone: Wave to your son. Chaos then puts his hand on Barry’s throat, lifts him up and then slams him down. Chris Chaos: Opps guess not. You see that there? That’s what I can do. It will happen to each and every member of the fed including our five audience members. Adam Johnson: Hrmmmm…its propaly pretty easy to do that on Barry but I’d like to see you do that next week…on Riven. The three leave the ring. Larry Milligan: This should be a good one coming up next folks, Brian Corlet going one on one with Sean Morgan. Rick Malone: Morgan is about to get whacked! Stacey Alexis: This match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Dublin, Ireland, Sean Morgan! The arena goes dark, the words "Erin Go Braigh" are echoed by a far off sounding voice, fallowed by the shrieking of banshees...the bell begins to toll, as a ring of green fire forms on stage left (Gangrel style), and Morgan rises from the fire like a phoenix. Smoke begins to pour out as the opening guitar licks sound, and Morgan makes his way slowly down the ring, the lights become green, and green fire alights along the ramp. Morgan takes off his leather trench coat, and lets it 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 audience as he stands on the turnbuckle. Rick Malone: Here he comes, the boss, I mean Brian Corlet. Larry Milligan: Ok, enough with the Godfather humor, Rick. Rick Malone: Faghetaboutit! Stacey Alexis: And his opponent, hailing from Sicily, Italy, Brian Corlet! The Godfather Theme starts playing and gradually gets louder as Mr. Corlet walks to the ring with a smug smile on his face already in his wrestling gear. His bodyguard and confidant follows him. He gets in the ring as his bodyguard stands at ringside and Mr. Corlet stands in the corner and waits patiently for the match to start. Larry Milligan: An intense stare down in the ring folks, this one is going to be good. Rick Malone: How come I don’t have a body guard? Larry Milligan: Maybe because you aren’t important enough to have one? The bell sounds, and Morgan and Corlet lock up in the middle of the ring. Morgan gets a quick knee lift in, hunching Corlet over. Morgan goes at Corlet with three martial art kicks in a row to the shins, before a hard short arm close line takes Corlet to the ground. Morgan makes the sign of the cross to the crowd as Corlet gets to his feet. Rick Malone: Time to go to the mattresses! Larry Milligan: RICK! Stop with the Godfather crap! Rick Malone: Who took a dump in your cornflakes, Larry? Corlet grabs Morgan and spins him around, taking advantage of the taunting with a hard german suplex. Corlet pulls Morgan up to his feet, and throws a haymaker into his side. Morgan doubles over, stumping into the ropes. Corlet whips Morgan off of the ropes, but Morgan reverses it and sends Corlet across the ring, bouncing back at him. Morgan lifts Corlet up and nails him with a hard sit out spine buster. Larry Milligan: Sean Morgan dominating here early. Rick Malone: Corlet better stop taking Morgan lightly. Morgan gets to his feet, laying a few choice boots into the side of Corlet’s head before dragging him to his feet. Corlet gives Morgan an elbow to the gut, followed by another, before locking Morgan in a headlock. Morgan sends him into the ropes, and ducks under a close line from Corlet, but Corlet spins around quickly and hits a stiff super kick right under the chin of Morgan. Rick Malone: Ouch! Larry Milligan: Someone schedule him a trip to the dentist. Corlet regains his composure, lifting Morgan off the mat. Corlet lands a few closed fists to the side of Morgan’s head, and after a few words from the ref, kicks Morgan in the stomach. He grabs Morgan by the head and plants him face first into the mat with a hard DDT. Corlet gets to his feet, and quickly grabs Morgan’s feet going for the figure four. Larry Milligan: Corlet trying to lock in that figure four leg lock! Rick Malone: Morgan is about to be sleeping with the fishes! Larry Milligan: You are one annoying person, have I told you that before? Rick Malone: Yes. Morgan tries to kick out of it, but Corlet manages to get the hold locked. Corlet starts applying pressure, wrenching back as Morgan’s face contorts in agony. Morgan reaches for the ropes, but they are just out of his reach. Corlet tries to get Morgan back into the middle of the ring, but he fails, and continues to apply pressure. Rick Malone: Morgan has to get out of this, fast! Larry Milligan: This one could be over right now! Rick Malone: He is about to tap Larry! Morgan starts to twist his body, rocking back and forth in an attempt to reverse the hold. Corlet holds on, but Morgan whips their bodies around, and transfers the pressure onto Corlet. Corlet frantically reaches for the ropes, grasping at them and getting nothing but air. He shakes his head at the referee’s question of submit, and reaches with all his might and gets his hands on the bottom rope. Morgan breaks the hold at the referees order. Larry Milligan: I thought we were about to have a winner right there folks. Rick Malone: We were, Corlet almost had the match won! The two men get to their feet, and start trading punches. Morgan gets the better of Corlet, sending him into the corner with a hard right hand. Morgan rears back and slices into Corlet’s chest with a knife-edge chop. Morgan goes for another, the chop echoing throughout the arena. Corlet ducks under the third chop, and shoves Morgan into the turnbuckle face first. Morgan bounces back, and Corlet lifts him up and lands a pile driver. Rick Malone: Nice move there by Corlet. Larry Milligan: Very nice pile driver. Corlet slides out of the ropes, and starts to ascend the turnbuckle. He perches on the top rope, before leaping off and connecting with a magnificent flying head butt. Corlet drapes his arm over Morgan. 1… 2…. Larry Milligan: Kick out! Rick Malone: Man that was close! Corlet argues with the referee, pleading his case as Morgan slowly gets to his feet via the ropes, and as Corlet turns back around he is met with a high drop kick. Corlet goes down, and Morgan quickly pulls him to his feet, whipping him across the ring. Morgan runs after him, and as Corlet slams into the turnbuckle, Morgan nails him with a dropkick to the chest. Rick Malone: Sean Morgan going on the offensive here! Larry Milligan: This has been a great match, back and forth all night! Morgan shows the crowd the cross with his fingers again, before turning around and pulling Corlet to his feet. Morgan hooks Corlet and lands a beautifully executed T-Bone suplex. Morgan drags Corlet back up to a vertical base and quickly takes him back down with a swinging neck breaker. Rick Malone: Sean Morgan is really taking it to Corlet right now, Larry. Larry Milligan: So true, Corlet needs to make something happen because right now, Sean Morgan is completely dominating him. Both men get to their feet, and Corlet throws a weak right hand at Morgan, who blocks it and counters with a right hand of his own, rocking Corlet back a few steps. Morgan kicks Corlet in the gut and goes to hook Corlet for a power bomb, but Corlet reverses it and sends Morgan over his head and onto the map hard with a desperation high back drop. Larry Milligan: A sign of life from Brian Corlet! Rick Malone: He better capitalize fast. Corlet catches his breath as Morgan gets to his feet. Morgan charges at Corlet, but Corlet spins around behind him, grabbing him and connecting with a back suplex. Corlet pulls Morgan to his feet, and whips him into the ropes. Corlet catches Morgan and lands a beautiful Arabian Spine buster. Morgan rolls around on the mat, clutching his back. Rick Malone: Morgan may have hurt his back right there, Larry! Larry Milligan: And Corlet smells blood. Corlet makes his way over to the turnbuckle, moving out onto the ring apron and starting to climb the turnbuckle. Morgan is still lying in the middle of the ring, as Corlet balances on the top rope. Corlet dives off the top rope for a second time, going for a second flying head butt, but Morgan rolls out of the way at the last second, letting Corlet crash into the canvas. Larry Milligan: Sean Morgan was playing possum the whole time! Rick Malone: What good strategy by the Irish Assassin. Morgan drags Corlet to his feet, and hooks him up. Morgan lifts Corlet into the air, and nails him with the Sham rocker DDT. Morgan makes the cover on Corlet. 1… 2… 3! Stacey Alexis: And your winner, The Irish Assassin, Sean Morgan! We find our selves approaching the Sigma Pi Kappa House at the southwest corner of the campus. The camera fallows into the house, past two girls who are making out, over some passed out freshman with a dick drawn on his face, and into the back den. It is there we find men amongst a gaggle of college girls. Leaning on a desk is a built looking man in an armani suite, with a red shirt and a white tie. He whispers into a sexy girls ear, and she giggles. He is very calm, the light reflecting of his shaven head, as he smoothly winks at the camera. There is a second man sitting on a couch. He has a girl on each arm, a girl standing behind him running her hands through his long blonde hair, and a fourth girl sitting on his lap. He is wearing a similar armani suite, sporting a blue shirt and white tie. He is laughing it up, obviously the extrovert of the duo. We have seen these men before. They were responsible for bringing the HHW US Title and giving it to White Mike. The jovial blonde is "The King of Bling" Barry Royal, the cool bald man is "The Golden God" Tony Makko. Protege's of The Assassin...Tony says something to the women, who sits back, as Tony steps foreword, a disarming grin creeping across his face... Tony Makko: Greetings SWA fallowers, I, as you probrably already know, am Tony Makko, The Golden God, and my associate behind me, enjoying the local flavour, is "The King Of Bling" himself, Barry Royal. Now you may ask why we have commandered a SWA camera. To this I respond, in order to properly introduce you all to greatness, to give you a slice of things to come, to give the SWA faithful a sneak peek at the future winners of the forthcoming tag tourney, Royal and Makko, The Archangels. Why do we go by such a name, well because we are former members of said group, one that has dominated many a federation, a group led by a man you all know very well. Barry leans in to talk to the girl on his lap.... Barry Royal: So Sarah, how old did you say you were again? Sarah: I'm seventee.... Barry Royal: Bitch shut the fuck up... Tony Makko: (laughing) You see it comes down to business. Mike brought us in because we are simply good for the biz, while we saw an easy opportunity to bring in the tag gold. Whats that you might ask? Why so confident? Its simple really, who else is there to be a threat to such a dominant tag team? Barry, break it down for the nice people... Barry Royal: Misses and misters, brothers and sisters, people of all ages, colors, sizes and preferences, lend me your collective ears! You are about to experience a wrestling revolution, a breath of fresh air, a shaking up of the system. SWA had gotten stale, not taking off like it should have after being reborn. The reason being was that it had not risen from the ashes like a phoenix, it merely flopped out of the water like a fish! But that's all about to change, that fish is gonna sprout legs and take off running! The Archangels have touched down in the SWA, and the wrestling world just took an upper! Tony Makko: Why do we deserve our spot? We made a mockery of the HHW, both of us have held numerous singles gold, hell, ask around, Im a former MWF Champion, and still ever so young. We are younger, faster, stronger, and have the hunger few can posses. We look like you wanna look, we fight like you wanna fight, we fuck the ladies like you only dream of. Recognize, there is greatness amongst you. And oh yes, did we forget to mention? We were trained by Sean Morgan...We are the protege's of the most dominant wrestler of the decade, and it's time to teach the SWA all that we have learned...Brace yourself, the revolution is coming..... ARCHANGEL’s runs across the screen in white cursive, and the scene fades out. Larry Milligan: Wow the archangels are here. The tag team scene is heating up. Rick Malone: We have a tag team scene?!? Why was I not informed of this? Larry Milligan: Indeed we do, but right now is THE match of the night. “Won’t Back Down” by Fuel plays as an eager Doug Watson walks out and down to the ring. Larry Milligan: Here comes Doug Watson and that means its time to start this match up wich looks to be a good one. Rick Malone: And its finally time Chris Chaos gets what he deserves. Larry Milligan: A trip to the state psych ward? Rick Malone: No…the Southern Title, actually he deserves THE SWA Title but this one will have to do…for now anyways Larry Milligan: Sometimes I wonder if its you that belongs in the psych ward. Stacey Alexis: On his way to the ring, from Centerville, Ohio…Doug Watson! The lights start to dim but before the tribal music can kick into his gear Anuniaq runs down the aisle and slides into the ring. Silus makes it down there several seconds later looking around and shrugging his shoulders to the fans. Larry Milligan: I guess Anuniaq is kind of excited about this match tonight. I can't say I blame him! Rick Malone: I'm just glad I didn't have to hear that music of his this week. Stacey Alexis: And his first opponent, from the northwestern territory of Canada with his manager Silus B. Wonderful, Anuniaq!!…Introducing next, from San Diego, California, accompied by Cindi Cinister…Johnny Crossboness! "Hollywood Babylon" by The Misfits hits the P.A. as white lights flash throughout the venue. The TV flashes black and white pictures of Johnny in matches, at bars, and hanging out in his haggard apartment with girlfriend/manager, Cindi. Rick Malone: This guy is classic, hall of fame material. Larry Milligan: He hasn’t even wrestled a match. Rick Malone: Big deal, he’s cool. He casually trolls out through the curtain with an ill-tempered look on his face. Most of the fans boo as he looks through the crowd, sneering at them the whole time. He rolls into the ring under the bottom rop, and jumps to his feet promptly. He walks around in a circle, his forearms crossed in front of his feet as he does so. He then removes his yellow Sex Pistols T-shirt, followed by swinging his arms around, waiting for the match to begin. “Hurt” by Johnny Cash kicks on and the fans erupt as Jacob V. Joyner comes from behind the black curtain and begins making his way to the ring. Stacey Alexis: On his way to the ring, from Aurora, Colorado…Jacob V. Joyner! He steps into the ring, goes to a corner and simply waits for the match to begin. Rick Malone: If he thinks he’s hurt now just wait till the end of the night. The arena goes black... on the TV; pictures of spinal x-rays are shown in quick succession to each other. "Crack Hitler" by Faith No More hits the P.A. system, and Paralysis comes through the curtain and stands, eying the crowd. Stacey Alexis: Introducing next, the master of the Spinal Relocation, from San Francisco, California…Paralysis! 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. Stacey Alexis: Last but not least, from New York, New York, Chris Chaos! The lights fade to black, and static is heard like a broken TV set throughout the arena. The pyro shoots off, without music at first then, fading in is “Outshined” by Sound Garden as Chaos steps into the pyro. He walks down the ramp with his arms in an X, and steps into the ring. He climbs on the turnbuckle and throws an arm up before jumping down to get ready. The six men stand in the ring, pointing and yelling at one another. Annuniaq stands there silent, while four men (Joyner, Paralysis, Chaos and Watson) attack a lone Johnny Crossbones. Rick Malone: Welcome to the SWA Johnny. Johnny struggles to fight back but is overwhelmed and is soon dropped to the ground where the four take turns stomping away. Johnny gets in a kick that knocks Paralysis backwards right into the clutches of Anuniaq. While in a standing sleep Paralysis beings to fade. Meanwhile, Chaos and Joyner press Crossbones to the ropes and send him to the other side via double irish whip. Crossbones comes back and knocks down Chaos and Joyner with a flipping double clothesline. However, Crossbones turns around just in time to get a drop kick from Watson that sends him into the corner. He follows up with a monkey flip that takes down reemerging Joyner. Chaos gets up and brushes himself off, Watson goes for another dropkick but he blocks it sending the frail Watson to the ground. Joyner and Crossbones lock up and Crossbones drops to the ground resulting in a jawbreaker. Half dazed Johnny walks over to the adjacent corner and hopes out of the ring. Larry Milligan: It looks like your “hall of fame material” needs a break. Rick Malone: He’s just catching his breath. Cindi gives him a shoulder massage before Chaos runs and gives a baseball slide knocking him and Cindi into the barrier. Watson jumps in the air and hits a suicide dive on the couple. Paralysis finally makes it to the ropes where referee David Strajk makes him release the hold. Paralysis quickly spins around and delivers a super kick that places Anuniaq in the corner. He then proceeds to irish whip the Eskimo into the opposite corner. On his journey over Anuniaq jumps over the still downed Joyner and lands in the turnbuckle. Paralysis runs after him but Joyner rises up and hits a quick European uppercut and fallows up with a T-bone suplex. He then turns and hits a chop block on Chaos. On the outside Crossbones gives a big head butt to Watson sending him stuttering backwards. Watson charges him but gets a sidewalk slam. Cindi claps enthusiastically. Joyner goes over and lays a few punches into the sternum of Annuniaq before he retaliates with a knee to the gut. Joyner huddles in pain and Anuniaq hits a hard right on him before walking over to Chaos and stomping on him. Paralysis reaches over and pulls Joyner in a roll up pin. 1… 2… Joyner kicks out before the count of three. Watson hits a knife-edge chop on Crossbones but it does little to fade him. Crossbones fires back with an overhand slap before continuing with a snap suplex. Joyner and Paralysis both get up and charge each other with clotheslines knocking each other down. Strajk goes to check on them giving Chaos the advantage to sneak in a low blow. Larry Milligan: That was a cheap shot. Upon seeing this Silus goes into a crazed rage running about the outside flapping his arms and yelling to get the refs attention. Rick Malone: I think he’s trying to fly. Chaos gives him a Russian leg sweep and goes for a pin. 1… 2… Anuniaq kicks out but not before Chaos adds in a series of mounted punches. He lifts the indian and sends him sailing with an irish whip, Chaos follows him closely and hits a flying crossbody for another two. Crossbones picks up Watson and smashes his head into the steel steps before tossing him in the ring like a sack of potatoes. He then climbs the turnbuckle and pounces down on Watson with a guillotine leg drop. He pins. 1… 2… Watson gets his feet up on the ropes breaking the count much to Bones dislike. Paralysis and Joyner finally recover but Joyner is quickly given a swift kick to the gut fallowed by a Russian leg sweep. After two Joyner pushes his way through and gives Paralysis a headbutt. The two struggle up and a lock up ensures. Joyner over powers him and sets him down with a rib breaker before giving him an elbow drop. 1… 2… Paralysis kicks out. Chaos runs over and gives Crossbones a clothesline that knocks him into the ropes. Bones comes back and Chaos picks him up and lifts him over his head and tosses him outside of the ring, but he only lands on the apron. Joyner whips Paralysis into the ropes but he manages to hold on. Unfortunately for him Crossbones grabs him from the outside and smashes his forearm across the neck of Paralysis leaving him gasping for breath. Crossbones tries to give him a suplex to the outside but Paralysis counters and slowly begins to lift him up. Seeing this, Cindi runs up and smashes her bottle of Johnny Walker onto the head of Paralysis breaking the hold. Seeing his opportunity Crossbones hits a sunset flip on the dazed Paralysis. 1… 2… 3! Stacey Alexis: Paralysis has been eliminated. Larry Milligan: The ref didn’t see it! Rick Malone: Is it my fault this company employs bad officials? I think not. As Aununiaq gets up he is met with a spinning heel kick from Watson. Anuniaq is helped up and given a knife-edge chop. Watson goes for a kick but Anuniaq blocks it and jumps up for an enziguri. Joyner and Chaos lock up, after a brief power struggle, Crossbones gets behind Joyner and gives him a snap German suplex. Before he can capitalize on the downed Joyner, Chris Chaos gives him a German suplex of his own. Chaos walks over to Anuniaq, Choas goes for a lock up but Anuniaq just kicks him in the gut and the continues to give him a series of punches until he falls into the ropes. Choas ricochets back and Anuniaq knocks him over the ropes with a clothesline. Joyner and Crossbones get up; Joyner gets in a right but Bones returns one. Joyner with another right and another and then a left. Bones falls to one knee. Joyner backs up and shoots himself off the ropes but Bones gets in a spinebuster and rolls him up for the pin. 1… 2… Joyner forces Bones off of him but Watson hits a flipping leg drop and covers. 1… 2… Larry Milligan: And again Joyner kicks out, he must really want this. Rick Malone: And who wouldn’t, its free gold…pawnshops love that. Watson is met with a drop toehold from Bones and the sits on him in a Boston crab. Watson finally makes it to the ropes and breaks the hold. Joyner gives a quick ddt to Bones. Anuniaq then hits a snapmare and into a rear chin lock. Meanwhile, Watson climbs the turnbuckle and hits a missile dropkick on a reemerging Crossbones. Watson falls back and grabs his ankle. Larry Milligan: This could spell trouble for Mr. Watson. Rick Malone: Well then he shouldn’t have gone for that high-risk move. Chaos rolls in the ring and covers Bones. 1… 2… 3! Stacey Alexis: Johnny Crossbones has been eliminated. Rick Malone: That’s a champion right there, taking advantage. Johnny rolls out of the ring and onto the floor where an angry Cindi helps him to the back. Chaos hits a club to the neck of Anuniaq and he releases the hold on Joyner. Rick Malone: Oh yea, Anuniaq is about to feel the wrath of Chaos. That’ll teach that savage to think twice before he knocks people out of the ring. Joyner wonders over to where Watson has propped himself up on the turnbuckle. Before Watson can fly off Joyner punches him in the stomach and starts the climb up with him. Larry Milligan: This could be big. Joyner adds Watson into a suplex and flies off completing the superplex. Larry Milligan: Holy Mary 0’ Mother. Watson could have been snapped in half. Rick Malone: Good, we need to reduce the surplus of the population in this country. Larry Milligan: But… Rick Malone: Did I say you could speak? Joyner helps Watson up and gives him a leg drag so he is closer to the corner. Joyner stomps on his leg a few times before standing on the second rope and jumping down on his leg. Finally Joyner puts an ankle lock on him. Larry Milligan: The Scorn! Rick Malone: Sounds like an STD to me. Before Watson can make it to the ropes Joyner pulls him to the center of the ring. With nowhere to go, Watson taps out. Larry Milligan: And then there were three. Stacey Alexis: Doug Watson has been eliminated. Chaos hits a short clothesline on Anuniaq. Joyner rumbles over and has a right blocked by Chaos, Chaos kicks him in the gut and lifts him over his head, spins him around and the delivers a spike DVD. 1… 2… 3! Stacey Alexis: Jacob V. Joyner has been eliminated. Larry Milligan: It’s down to these two now. Rick Malone: Chris Chaos has really been cooking, two eliminations already. Choas looks around for Anuniaq. Anuniaq bounces off the ropes and runs into Chaos knocking him off balance. Rick Malone: Ugh, not that stupid move. Chaos is back up but brought immediately down with a leg sweep and an accompanying armbar. Larry Milligan: Anuniaq trying to slow this down. After a moment in the armbar Anuniaq lets go. Anuniaq charges but Chaos catches him in a sleeper. Anuniaq begins to fade and the two fall to the matt. The ref raises Anuniaq’s arm and it falls. He raises it a second time and it falls again. The third attempt, Anuniaq manages to keep it up. The couple rises up and Anuniaq gives Choas a back elbow to try and get the hold broken but to no avail. On the second try the hold is broken and Chaos kicks him for a ddt. He runs off the ropes and hits a swinging neckbreaker. Larry Milligan: Chaos really cooking here. Rick Malone: Like there was ever any question as to whom would this match. Larry Milligan: He hasn’t won it yet. Chaos runs off the ropes again and hits a hard diving clothesline. Larry Milligan: Whoa!! That almost decapitated him. Chaos goes for the pin. 1… 2… A frustrated Chaos runs off the ropes a third time but Anuniaq gives him a northern lights suplex. Larry Milligan: The Aurora Borealis, this could be over. 1… 2… Larry Milligan: Chaos kicks out. Rick Malone: Still alive. Chaos gets up and hits the first thing he sees. Larry Milligan: The ref is down, the ref is down. Rick Malone: Well the damn ref needs to learn not to get in the way. Chaos grabs the neck of Anuniaq. Rick Malone: Chaos is about to chokeslam him to hell. Anuniaq gives him an elbow to the back of the head and then gives him a hammerlock. Anuniaq changes to a waist lock but Chaos counters and gives him a German suplex. Chaos gets a steel chair from out side the ring and rolls in. Chaos lifts the chair to smash it on Anuniaq but Silus runs in and grabs it. Rick Malone: Aww that’s so sweet, saving his boyfriend. Silus runs out of the ring, chair in hand. Chaos yells at hi but when he turns around and he gets “The Fangs of the Wolf”. Choas taps out and the ref regains conscious right as he does. Stacey Alexis: Here is your winner and NEW number one contender to the Southern title…Anuniaq!