Larry Milligan: Welcome everyone to the beautiful, charming, quaint-

Rick Malone: Disgusting-

Larry Milligan: Mongtomery, Alabama. Ignore him. Anyways, we're here tonight to bring you another edition of SWA Domestic Disturbance, and have we got a card for you tonight!

Rick Malone: Have you been watching too many 80's wrestling matches? You're giving me a rash with that crap, cut it out.

Larry Milligan: So I'm not allowed to be positive about SWA?

Rick Malone: Not if you're going to do it in such a gay way.

Larry Milligan: Ugh... we really don't have time for this right now.

Al Laiman v. Rey Pierce

Stacey Alexis: The following match is for one fall. Announcing first, on his way to the ring from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Rey Pierce!

"Stay in Shadows" by Finger Eleven plays, and Rey Pierce appears, raising his hands above his head as though he's rather pumped up for this match. After all, he still has a lot to prove.

Larry Milligan: It looks like Pierce is set to prove a lot of naysayers wrong this week.

Rick Malone: Yeah, by sucking even more than THEY thought he could.

Larry Milligan: I don't think that's quite where I was going with that statement.

Stacey Alexis: And his opponent, from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, he is your SWA Commissioner, Al Laiman!

"As I Am" by Dream Theater blares through the speakers, and Al Laiman comes out onto the stage, a rather powerful sneer written across his face. He gets a good amount of boos as he walks down to the ring.

Rick Malone: All hail the power, baby!

Larry Milligan: Well, maybe he's got the title, but I don't notice him doing anything especially wonderful with it.

Rick Malone: He doesn't have to do anything! That's what the slaves are for!

Milligan looks at him as though he's completely lost his mind, and Al Laiman takes the ring, being briefly checked over by Referee Jim Avant before the beginning of the match is rung in.

The two men stare each other down for a moment before Rey goes for the hard lockup with Laiman, powering him backwards towards the ropes- or, at least, attempting to make it there. He doesn't quite get there before Laiman pushes back, and reverses the tieup, pulling Rey into a painful wrist-lock, which ends a few seconds later when Laiman decides to boot Rey in the back and send him stumbling forward towards the rope. On the return, Laiman attempts to put him down with something nasty, but Rey counters with a faceslam, and a pin attempt.

1...

2...

Larry Milligan: No! Laiman just gets the shoulder up.

Rick Malone: I told you! Laiman is great.

Larry Milligan: If he was so great, he wouldn't have walked right into that.

The two men quickly get back to their feet, with a few nasty words exchanged between the two of them. It becomes plainly obvious after an Irish whip followed up by a high knee to the face of Pierce that all Laiman wants to do at this point is embarrass his opponent to the point where he looks like a wrestling god. However, reprehensible, he sets about doing this immediately, going hard at Rey and taking him down with a clothesline. Afterwards, he puts a boot on Rey's chest to pin him.

1...

2...

Rick Malone: Damn! Almost there.

Larry Milligan: That's disgusting. Laiman has absolutely no respect for his opponents.

Rick Malone: And why should he respect peons? Tell me that.

Again, there's a comment that doesn't come to a conclusion, while Laiman continues to lay a beating on Pierce in the ring. Finally, however, Pierce seems to get tired of this situation (and who wouldn't?). He rapidly turns the tables on Al, executing a spinning heel kick that knocks Al flat on his ass. Rey, obviously hoping that this has given him enough juice to pick up the win, once again goes for the cover.

1...

2...

Larry Milligan: Not quite. That was a hard shot by Rey Pierce, but not quite enough to take down Commissioner Laiman for good. A lot of pinfalls here too, but no one seems to get a real advantage.

Rick Malone: I think we should go back to that not being able to take Laiman down thing. A certain few champions here need to remember that, Ahem ahem.

Larry Milligan: I don't even want to hear it from you. She beat him like a drum, and he cried about it.

Laiman is back on his feet now, albeit a bit unsteadily. He and Rey Pierce stand face-to-face staring one another down for a few moments before the bout seems to begin afresh, with both men diving furiously at one another and taking each other out with a double clothesline. Rey Pierce is the first to roll to his feet, and he pounces on the opportunity to attempt to put a Boston crab on Laiman. Just as he's about to lock it in, however, Laiman makes a big frantic show of scrabbling for the ropes. As soon as one fingertip touches them, Referee Jim Avant is right in the middle of things, telling Rey Pierce to let go of Laiman before he's forced to call a DQ.

Rick Malone: Do you see that? Rightful competitor indeed.

Larry Milligan: I don't even think I saw a rope grab from Laiman.

Rick Malone: Oh, now you're taking sides! Talk about objective journalism gone wrong!

Larry Milligan: Okay, you know there's not ANYTHING that you can say to me about that, don't you? Because you don't do anything BUT take sides, and quite frequently, you choose sides rather irrationally.

Rick Malone: I can't talk to you. I'm offended.

Milligan mutters to himself as Laiman and Pierce lock up yet again. Pierce seems to be getting rather annoyed at the blatant favoritism shown to Laiman by Referee Avant, but there's obviously only so much he can do about it without risking getting himself thrown out of the match by a ref who has decided to kiss up to the lone authority figure of SWA.

Pierce powers Laiman back towards the ropes, and once he is slightly incapacitated, Pierce goes up top, and goes for the sunset flip on Laiman. He takes Laiman down hard, and then goes back up top.

Larry Milligan: Looks like he could be going for the Piercer here.

Rick Malone: The Piercer? Come on, what a lame name!

Pierce springs off of the ropes, twisting and turning through the air much to the crowd's delight. He goes for the cover but... Laiman reverses the pin, and pulls Pierce's tights! Avant slides in for an incredibly fast count.

1-2-3!

Laiman lets go of Pierce's tights and stands up, exalting as though he is the most wonderful wrestler in the world. Stacey Alexis makes a face as she stands up to announce.

Stacey Alexis: Ugh... Your winner, Al Laiman.

"As I Am" by Dream Theater begins to play once again as Laiman heads backstage, and Rey Pierce starts an argument with Jim Avant over the count.

Rick Malone: Do you see that? Do you see him menacing a referee over Laiman beating him?

Larry Milligan: He cheated, Rick. He straight up cheated. He pulled the tights, and got that ref to give him a fast count.

Rick Malone: You are all about scandal-mongering tonight, I just don't understand it!

Larry Milligan: The innocent act REALLY does not fit you, so just drop it, okay?

The camera switches to backstage, and a shot of Tytus and Three preparing for the tag team title match that is coming up next for them.

Three: So I guess we're about ready then, eh?

Tytus nods.

Tytus: Nothing to worry about anyway. We're defending against a couple of broads who can't even wrestle their way out of a paper bag.

Three laughs.

Three: Guess it's an easy night for the champs then, and we can go back to the hotel early and see if we can scare up some booze.

Tytus: That's about the size of it, I'd say.

The two finish getting themselves stretched out, and start down the hall towards the entrance to the stadium. On the way there, however, Tytus isn't looking where he's going, and pretty much railroads Zarian Saint, knocking the smaller man to the floor. Tytus looks down at him.

Tytus: Why don't you watch where you're going, you little nance?

Zarian narrows his eyes slightly, as he dusts off his pants.

Zarian: You ran into me, buddy.

He stands up, but Tytus stabs a finger into his chest.

Tytus: No I didn't. For all practical purposes, I've got the gold and you're a nobody. If I say you're a pile of golden goose shit, you're a pile of golden goose shit. You got me?

Zarian makes a mock frightened face, speaking up sarcastically.

Zarian: Oh gee sure, Mr. Tytus.

Tytus looks at Three.

Tytus: What say we give this little showoff a knot on his head as a souvenir to remember us by?

Three: Sounds good to me.

Of course, the problem with this is, by the time they turn around to do so, Saint is gone.

Tytus: He's buggered, then... guess that gives me something to do later when I'm bored.

Three rolls his eyes at the idea of ever having to talk to Zarian Saint again. The two proceed on towards the stadium entrance, as their match is up next.

Larry Milligan: There you have it, folks. Our tag team champs, REAL upstanding community members.

Rick Malone: You know Larry, I think you're getting a little bitter. If I were you, I'd seek therapy over that, especially since you're now blaming Tytus and Three for things they didn't even DO.

Larry Milligan: Yes, being two arrogant bullies is really an accomplishment.

Rick Malone: Hey... bully is in the eye of the beholder. And in any case, shut up! Their match is next, and I, for one, am excited to see it.

T.n.T v. The Death Angels
Tag Team Titles

Stacey Alexis: The following match is for one fall, and it is for your SWA Tag Team Titles. Announcing first, they are the team of Eris Fury and Black Rose.... the Death Angels!

"All Hell's Breaking Loose" by KISS plays, and Eris Fury and Black Rose step out on the ramp, two faces that SWA followers haven't seen in quite some time. They walk down to the ramp together, running over a bit of last-minute strategy before stepping into the ring for their chance at the tag team titles. One can only hope that they've actually been training this week, even though they haven't been around. Both women slide into the ring and pace around, waiting for the champions.

Larry Milligan: I've got to say, with as poor a showing as they've put on lately, I don't know what Cruz was thinking putting these two women in a tag team match.

Rick Malone: Uh, obviously he knew that the fans wanted to see Tytus and Three defending their titles... not that black haired woman.

Larry Milligan: You mean Shadow?

Rick Malone: Yeah whatever her name is. I lose track sometimes.

Larry Milligan: I guess repeatedly sticking your head in a juicer can do that... that's the only reasoning that could explain how positively mentally bereft you are being right now.

Stacey Alexis: And their opponents, the SWA Tag Team Champions, Tytus and Three... T.n.T!

"Tear Away" by Staind plays, and Tytus and Three appear on the ramp. Both men look rather cocky, and spend a few moments mocking Eris Fury and Black Rose from up on the ramp. A few moments later, they rush the ring and slide in, cockily showing off their tag team titles to an either annoyed or rather bored crowd, meanwhile their opponents pace outside the ring until the referee gets things set up.

Rick Malone: Did you hear the crowd? I'm right!

Larry Milligan: They were booing, Rick. Or going to get popcorn.

Rick Malone: That's not what they're doing at all. They're coming closer to the ring to get a look at two fantastic champions.

Larry Milligan: Okay, you keep on living in delusion world.

Three and Black Rose start off in the ring, Rose looking about furtively for possible ways to bring the much larger man down. However, this chance doesn't last long, as Three grabs hold of Rose by the shoulders, and smashes her with a headbutt, knocking her to the mat. Naturally, this doesn't do Rose any favors, and she doesn't really move very much until Three drags her to her feet, and whips her across the ring, decking her soundly with a clothesline. She reaches out for her partner, but Three grabs her by the ankle, pulling her back to the center of the ring.

Larry Milligan: Now this is just unnecessary.

Rick Malone: Survival of the fittest, I say.

Larry Milligan: Black Rose is being manhandled!

Rick Malone: Hey, they don't show up to train, they get their asses handed to them.

Rose manages to reach out and tag in Eris Fury, who leaps into the ring, attempting to take Three down with a cross-body block. It doesn't work out completely, but does knock Three on his back for a few seconds, long enough for Fury to get a few hits in, before Three climbs to his feet, and reaches over to tag in Tytus. Tytus climbs through the ropes, and begins hammering Fury with punches, forcing her into a corner, and whipping her across the ring. She hits the turnbuckles hard, and drops forward, holding her back from the impact. Tytus wastes no time in tossing her around in a similar manner a few more times, before allowing her to tag in Rose once again.

Rick Malone: What the hell? Why did he just let her tag?

Larry Milligan: I guess he's not being an asshole, maybe.

Rick Malone: What's it matter? They're going to win anyway.

Larry Milligan: Some of us think on higher levels than that.

Rose comes out attacking, but it doesn't really do much good, which is quickly becoming the theme of this match. Tytus whips her across the ring and decks her with a clothesline, going for a pin. He only gets a two count, but didn't make a very concerted effort to keep her down in the first place. Rose climbs to her feet, and gets off a few quick hits, but nothing too major, as Tytus renews his assault once again, hammering her with punches, and throwing in a few powerful moves to keep her down. He quickly sets her up for the Screwdriver, and plants her, pinning for the three count.

Stacey Alexis: Your winners, and STILL SWA Tag Team Champions... T.n.T!

T.n.T's music starts playing again, as once again, Tytus and Three snatch up their titles, offering a couple more brutal knocks to their lady opponents as they leave the ring.

Larry Milligan: There's some of that great sportsmanship again.

Rick Malone: What are you talking about? These men are our champions, show some respect!

Larry Milligan: You know, don't even try to- Wait... I'm sorry, we've got to go backstage, there's a conflict going on between Mr. Laiman and Mr. Cruz.

Backstage, Laiman and Cruz are practically standing chest to chest as Cruz stabs a finger into Laiman's sternum.

Damien Cruz: Al, you KNOW you only won that match for one reason.

Al Laiman: *grinning* Because the little patsy that you put me up against couldn't handle a real wrestler?

Damien Cruz: No, because you cheated.

Al puts a hand to his chest in mock offense.

Al Laiman: Moi? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.

Damien narrows his eyes.

Damien Cruz: Do you know what?

Al Laiman: What, deary?

Damien Cruz: I can't wait until I get my hands on you at Pandemonium.... because I'm going to rend you limb from body and make sure you stay alive long enough to see it all.

Al takes a couple steps back from Cruz, smiling cockily.

Al Laiman: Alright. You work on that, buddy. In the meantime, I'll be preparing to embarrass you once and for all. You're washed up, and I'm going to make sure you STAY washed up.

Cruz's lips flatten into a thin line, but he refuses to say anything more. Laiman, laughing under his breath, stalks off down the hall. Cruz mutters a few curses to himself under his breath.

Rick Malone: A fine example HE'S setting for our children!

Larry Milligan: You don't even have any children, unless I missed you growing a womb.

Rick Malone: How dare you try to take away my babies!

Larry Milligan: Have you lost your mind completely?

Minos vs. Chris Chaos
Southern Title Tournament Finals

Stacey Alexis: The following match will decide the winner of the Southern Title... Announcing first, hailing from New York City... your SWA Regional Champion, Chris Chaos!

"Outshined" by Soundgarden plays, and Chris Chaos appears with his Regional Title strapped over his shoulder. For a few moments, he stands there, getting a very mixed reaction from the fans, until he decides to lumber down to the ring and slip in, handing off his title to the timekeeper, and hungrily examining the Southern Title from where Referee Jim Avant is holding it.

Larry Milligan: Why does this guy keep getting title shots? I mean, he already HAS a title, one that he never defends, I might add, and last week he had a shot at Shadow's title, and now this?

Rick Malone: People just recognize his talent, Larry. That may be hard for you to stomach.

Larry Milligan: If he's so great, then how come he hasn't won any of those other titles, huh?

Rick Malone: He's just toying with them. This is his night, I can feel it!

Stacey Alexis: And his opponent, from Antwerp, Belgium... Minos!

"Inferno" by Einherjer interrupts Chaos' music as he paces in the ring. Minos appears on the ramp and stands staring in a focused way down at the ring for a few moments. He is obviously ready for this match as he walks down to the ring like a bird of prey eyeing a mouse. He slides into the ring, pushing some of his brown hair out of his eyes, and ignoring an exchange of nasty words from Chaos.

Rick Malone: God, this guy is so boring.

Larry Milligan: I think you're underestimating him, vastly. He's proved that he's a threat around here, and he's proved that he's a very skilled technician. He's undefeated, you realize.

Rick Malone: Undefeated in ability to bore me.

Larry Milligan: We'll see. You might have to watch out for your precious Chaos here.

The bell rings and Chaos goes for a lockup, but Minos swiftly dodges out of the way, repaying him for his troubles with a toe kick to the side. Chaos winces and spins around to get caught in a headlock by Minos, which he attempts to turn into a DDT. Before he can execute it, though, Chaos shoves him towards the ropes in a desperation move. Chaos attempts to clothesline him, but Minos agilely swings around to the back of Chaos' and locks in a sleeperhold. Chaos is obviously surprised by this turn of events, as he starts wildly flailing his arms. He's seemingly never out of desperation moves, however- Chaos, using all his leverage, leans down, slamming Minos back-first into the canvas. Chaos bounces himself off the ropes and goes for the corkscrew elbowdrop, but Minos gets a boot up and nails him right in the face as he goes for it. Minos goes for the cover, hooking Chaos' leg.

1...

2...

Larry Milligan: Not yet! A kickout from Chaos there, after a very impressive set of moves from both of these men.

Rick Malone: Impressive? You call this impressive?

Back in the ring, the two competitors are circling each other, warily now, after that exchange of moves. Chaos goes for another collar-and-elbow tieup, and begins trying to use his greater weight to his advantage. He breaks the tie-up, and simply whips Minos into the ropes, nailing him on the return with a clothesline; Minos, instead of simply being leveled rolls to his feet, and is back up for the next exchange, which really appears to piss off Chaos. He locks up with Minos even harder this time, shoving the less bulky man into the ropes and applying a rather illegal chokehold that's broken by Referee Jim Avant. Chaos backs off a couple of steps, smirking, and Minos narrows his eyes at Chaos.

Rick Malone: Man, Chaos has sure got his number.

Larry Milligan: I guess I could get an advantage too, if I were using illegal holds.

Rick Malone: You're just jealous, Larry. Admit it, you want Michelle Trachtenberg for your girlfriend.

Larry Milligan: I think I'd wait until she was of legal age, if it were me.

Rick Malone: Chaos doesn't have to do that. He's god. You, of course, aren't.

The argument continues at ringside, meanwhile Minos appears to be getting down to business. He nails Chaos with a hard German suplex, then rolls through for another. Chaos looks dazed enough after two that Minos decides to go for the pin.

1...

2...

Chaos manages somehow to get a shoulder up after two, and Minos climbs back to his feet, pacing about as Chaos attempts to get his head on straight. He bangs his hand on the mat as he gets to his feet, shaking his head. Minos measures his steps carefully, watching out for an obviously pissed-off Chaos, who will probably go for something with a lot of impact soon, in order to counter that nasty pair of suplexes that just knocked him for a loop. Indeed, Chaos whips Minos across the ring, and as he bounces off the ropes, Chaos goes for a back body-drop. The only problem with that is that Minos lands on his feet.

Larry Milligan: Whoa! Did you see that?

Rick Malone: Obviously, he cheated. There's no other possible way that that could have happened.

Larry Milligan: Shut up, you idiot.

Chaos gets a rather shocked look on his face, which enables Minos to bring the offense once again. He comes out of nowhere, dropping Chaos with a reverse neckbreaker. Unfortunately for Chaos, whose head is still probably spinning a good bit, Minos flips him over, and locks in an STF on the bigger man. It obviously takes a bit of effort on Minos' part, but the payoff is almost instant, as Chaos is howling in pain. Referee Jim Avant is down on the scene, asking Chaos if he wants to submit. Of course Chaos, knowing exactly what is on the line, refuses to tap out, so Minos locks the hold in even harder, wrenching back with a determined grimace. Chaos howls in pain anew, but absolutely refuses to give up.

Larry Milligan: Chaos is showing some tenacity here...

Rick Malone: Or maybe that pansy isn't locking the hold in too hard. I wouldn't be surprised if he did it just to cop a feel.

Larry Milligan: If it doesn't hurt, then why is Chaos screaming like a woman?

Rick Malone: How dare you profane his reputation by questioning his sexuality!

Larry Milligan: Need I remind you that that's what you were JUST doing with Minos?

Rick Malone: No I wasn't.

Milligan rolls his eyes. In the ring, obviously frustrated that the hold isn't quite going to do the job, Minos lets go, and gets back to his feet, giving Chaos a good hard boot in the side to help him up. Chaos grabs his boot before the second blow and tosses Minos to the ground, getting up to a vertical base himself. Minos recovers quickly, rolling away from his opponent and back up to his feet. Chaos, though, tries to go for an advantage, running at Minos with an intended shoulder block- just at the last moment, Minos sidesteps it, and Chaos' shoulder hits the ringpost with a solid clang!

Rick Malone: Oh no! He's hurt! Someone get a doctor!

Larry Milligan: It's his own fault. The great oaf couldn't stop fast enough.

Rick Malone: Oh my God! Panic panic panic! Someone help this man! He's our best champion!

Smirking, Minos displays his very obvious amusement at his opponent's ineptness, and waits for him to turn around. Chaos, of course, is at the moment cursing and holding his shoulder, which probably is going to feel even worse tomorrow than it does right now. As Chaos staggers towards him in pain, he makes the mistake of forgetting his opponent, and Minos nails him with The Impaler, planting his face into the mat so hard that the crowd "oh's" at the smacking noise. Minos rolls him over and goes for a pin.

1...

2...

3!

Avant calls for the bell.

Stacey Alexis: Your winner, and NEW SWA Southern Champion... Minos!

Minos' theme plays once again as he gives Chaos a couple of boots to assist him rolling out of the ring. Avant hands him the title, and Minos looks down at it for a moment, before holding it up to the crowd, from whom he receives a fairly positive reaction.

Rick Malone: That is just a travesty.

Larry Milligan: I'm going to have to disagree. Minos is going to do that belt proud.

Rick Malone: Says the man who didn't even CARE when our Regional Champion was injured!

Larry Milligan: Please, he's a big boy. If he wanted to not get injured, he shouldn't have acted like a rampaging rhino in the ring with someone who's that much quicker than he is.

The two men continue to argue as the scene fades slowly backstage, and into the locker room of SWA Champion, Shadow. Dante and Virgil are like near-twin statues at either end of the couch, and she smiles at them as she stands at the door, her title draped over her shoulder.

Shadow: I hope you two can behave and quit sniping at each other now that I'm not here to referee between you.

Virgil smirks, about to bite off another comment, but Shadow holds up a hand, and he smiles.

Virgil: Fine, fine. Pax?

Dante nods at him.

Dante: Pax.

Shadow: Good. I'm going out... I should be fine tonight, but you guys know what to do if something gets screwy with Laiman or something like that.

They both nod, and Shadow leaves the room, shutting the door softly behind her. Inside, Dante sighs and looks away from the television. Virgil arches an eyebrow at him.

Virgil: What's wrong with you?

Dante shrugs, not answering the question; or, to put it more correctly, he is avoiding the question. His hand goes instinctively to his injured shoulder, which he rubs, feeling the tendons twitch under his fingertips. Virgil favors the room with a half-smile, favoring the room because Dante isn't even looking at him.

Virgil: I know it's irritating you that you can't be in the ring.

Dante nods.

Dante:  More than you know.

Virgil: Not true... do you remember what happened to me when you put me out with that back injury?

Dante winces. That really wasn't something that he cared to be reminded about.

Dante: Si.

Virgil: It felt the same way... but your time will come soon enough.

Dante sighs.

Dante: It's not even that, it's just this... anticipation. My shoulder is healed enough to start training again, but I just can't seem to bring myself to do it when there seems to be no future in it.

Virgil tilts his head.

Virgil: What do you mean?

Dante: What's the point of training when you have nowhere to wrestle?

Virgil smiles slightly.

Virgil: Why not here?

Dante: Are you joking? These people aren't honorable competitors, and they'd attempt to re-injure it in a second.

A smirk slowly begins to grow on Virgil's face.

Virgil: That's why you have me to watch your back. We've never wrestled in a tag team, you know.

Dante arches a brow.

Dante: Si... That's an interesting proposal.

Virgil: Is that a yes?

Dante: It's a thought.

The scene fades out on the two of them, and back to ringside with Larry Milligan and Rick Malone.

Larry Milligan: Now there's an interesting thought. You can tell from looking at those two that they're not just regular managers... I'd be interested to see what they could do in the ring.

Rick Malone: Ha! I knew you liked looking at the boys!

Larry Milligan: Ugh...

Main Event
Geno/Shadow v. Vin Halsted/Atreyu

Stacey Alexis: The following contest is your main event match, and it is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall. First up, Atreyu!

"Doctor Online" by Zeromancer begins to play as the lights go out.

"Everybody online?"

As soon as the music picks up. A pyro goes off and smoke begins to fill the entrance way. Atreyu appears from the smoke and walks to the ring like a man on a mission, He enters the ring, never once addressing the fans.

Rick Malone: This guy's just a fruitbat. He's just weird.

Larry Milligan: I don't think we quite know enough about him yet to say that...

Rick Malone: You and your "giving people chances." That's so gay.

Stacey Alexis: And his partner, from Chicago, Illinois... Vin Halsted!

"Blind" by Korn begins to play over the PA, as Vin Halsted enters the arena. The crowd finds him, dressed in wrestling attire, underneath the Titantron, as it plays some of his highlights, standing tall with his arm raised. He begins his walk down the ramp playing the crowd by pointing. He slides into the ring, makes his way to each top turnbuckle, raises his fist time and then takes a stance in the center of the ring as he paces back and forth, waiting for his opponents, against whom he certainly seems to have a grudge.

Stacey Alexis: And their opponents... first up, from Boiling Springs, Pennsylvania... Geno!

The lights in the arena fade as a red haze over takes the arena. "Seven Nation Army" by The White Stripes begins to blast over the pa as lights begin to flash wildly around the arena. Geno then comes out to the top of the ramp. He then goes to the left side and raises his right hand with his pointer finger up. He then goes to the right side and does the same thing. Geno then heads down the ramp. As he walks down the ramp fiery pyro spews forth from the side of the ramp.. He climbs up the steel steps and onto the apron. he then pulls himself over the top rope and into the ring. As he lands in the ring pyro shoots out from the ring posts.

Larry Milligan: A lot of words from Geno this week... unfortunately, he seems as though he's more interested in fighting Shadow than he is in fighting Halsted and Atreyu.

Rick Malone: Well, look at the two of them. Would you waste YOUR time worrying?

Larry Milligan: A match is a match... Shadow didn't seem to be wasting too much time on him.

Rick Malone: Shadow, Shadow, Shadow, blah blah blah. When she FINALLY loses that title, someone's going to have to make you a gift basket to offer condolences for YOUR loss.

Stacey Alexis: And his partner, from Rathcormac, Ireland... she is your SWA Champion... Shadow!

The lights dim slightly, and "Faint" by Linkin Park begins to play. As the guitar riff cuts in, Shadow steps out on the stage, this time unaccompanied by her usual twin sentinels, Dante and Virgil. She smiles, taking in the good few cheers that she gets, as she plays to the crowd, slapping hands on the way down to the ring. The as yet unbeaten champion takes her time getting into the ring, and showing off the belt to the crowd a little bit, and maybe even to rub it in Geno's face a little bit. She pulls off the belt and hands it to the timekeeper before walking over to talk a little uneasy strategy with Geno.

Larry Milligan: This is set up to be one hell of a match.

Rick Malone: I guess if you like watching Shadow's butt in those tight pants, it's not so bad.

Larry Milligan: Then I'm surprised that you don't love it.

Rick Malone: I'm not surprised that YOU don't, fruit booty.

Larry Milligan: Oh, so now you're not only an ass, you're a homophobe too? Where are you from, Arkansas?

Atreyu and Geno start off in the ring, and they circle around each other for a moment before locking up in a collar and elbow tie-up, jockeying for an advantage. Geno forces an elbow into Atreyu's neck, and forces him to a knee, before bashing Atreyu in the face with his knee, and planting him with a DDT. Atreyu slowly climbs to his feet, but Geno is waiting for him with a clothesline that knocks him back a few steps. Somehow, Atreyu manages to keep on his feet, but Geno is on him pretty quickly afterward, whipping him into a turnbuckle across the ring, and grabbing him from behind, dropping him with a German suplex. He holds the bridge, but only gets a two count before Atreyu kicks out. Geno doesn't give him a second of rest though, as he's right back on him, hammering Atreyu's face with punches, before dragging him to his feet. He picks Atreyu up for a powerslam, but Halsted reaches into the ring and gets the blind tag, and tackles Geno from behind before he can drop Atreyu.

Larry Milligan: That was cheap!

Rick Malone: Hey, Geno needs to be more aware of what's going on around him. It's not Halsted's fault.

Larry Milligan: Do you just defend everything that's wrong?

Rick Malone: Someone has to, with assholes like you around.

Halsted gets in a few shots to the back of Geno's head before turning him around, and dropping him with a vertical suplex. He rolls Geno up for a quick cover, but only gets a two count before Geno kicks out. Halsted drags him up by the head, and plants a couple of punches in his stomach, before whipping him across the ring, into the turnbuckle. Geno staggers out, trying to get the cobwebs out of his head long enough to fight back, but Halsted doesn't appear to be lenient, instead giving Geno a powerslam, and another pin attempt. Geno kicks out after two again, and Halsted whips him into the ropes. However, Shadow pulls the same blind tag that Halsted had previously, and when Geno ducks Halsted's clothesline upon rebounding from the ropes, Shadow launches herself off the third rope, landing a dropkick squarely to Halsted's chest, knocking him to the mat. Geno clotheslines Atreyu off of the apron, and rolls out of the ring, while Shadow continues her advantage, bouncing off the ropes with a springboard moonsault that slams Halsted in the midsection. She goes for the pin, but only gets a two count.

Rick Malone: Damn, that was almost over.

Larry Milligan: You're pulling for Shadow here?

Rick Malone: I don't know who the hell else I'm supposed to be looking at.

Larry Milligan: You're supposed to be commentating on the match, not staring at her.

Shadow pulls Halsted to his feet, and whips him across the ring, but he counters, sending her against the ropes. She ducks the clothesline that follows shortly afterward, and nails him in the face with a spinning heel kick upon return, that sends Halsted staggering into a turnbuckle. She follows up by dashing toward him, and springboarding into a rana, pinning his shoulders! Halsted manages to kick out after two, but seems a bit dazed after just having his head smashed into the mat. Shadow picks him up by the hair again, and Halsted gets off a few punches, before dropping her with a scoop slam. He tries to follow up with an elbow drop, but Shadow rolls out of the way. Halsted is back on his feet pretty quickly, and he catches her with a clothesline, and goes for a pin. Shadow kicks out after two, and rolls to her feet, using her superior speed to get upright before Halsted. She nails him in the chest with a standing dropkick, and plants him with a tornado DDT, going for the pin, but once again only getting a two count.

Rick Malone: Ugh... she needs to slow down. I'm getting dizzy here.

Larry Milligan: She certainly is putting on an impressive showing tonight.

Meanwhile, outside the ring, Geno is currently smashing Atreyu about like there's no tomorrow, constantly alternating between a cycle of tossing him into the ring stairs, and beating him with savage punches to the upper body. He whips Atreyu into the security barrier, getting a cheer from the blood-hungry fans, who are torn between watching Geno brutalize Atreyu and Shadow run rings around Halsted. However, at the moment, Halsted isn't putting up much of a fight anymore, so Shadow is wrenching an ankle lock on him, attempting to pull a submission out of him. Geno, however, doesn't have the option, considering he's not the legal man at the moment. Atreyu tries in futility to get off a few punches, but Geno shakes off the hits, and whips him across the mat, causing him to trip and fall flat on his face. Geno picks him up, and slams his face into the apron on his side, and moves to take his place in the other corner, should Shadow for some reason tag him in.

Larry Milligan: Good god, this match is almost a no contest from the start. Halsted seems to have his act together somewhat, but it's practically a handicap match.

Rick Malone: Isn't Atreyu the name of some metal band? Maybe their label's thugs beat the hell out of him before the match, and that's why he's sucking ass.

Larry Milligan: It was a name in a movie too, maybe it was Last of the Mohicans.

Rick Malone: I smell litigation.

Larry Milligan: Is that what that is?

Halsted manages to reach the ropes, and Shadow breaks the ankle lock on him, before picking him up once again, and laying into him with kicks, since whipping him anywhere would probably just result in his ankle giving out. Apparently, she decides there would be no fun in that, instead forcing him into the turnbuckle. Atreyu pulls himself up on the ropes, and as Shadow backs up to deliver some move to Halsted, Atreyu starts beating on him for some reason. Shadow stops, watching curiously for a moment, and looking over to Geno, who shrugs. Halsted doesn't take much of this before landing a thunderous punch to Atreyu's face. Oddly enough, the referee calls a tag, and Atreyu climbs into the ring to get a better shot at Halsted. However, Geno charges across the ring at this point and clotheslines Halsted over the ring ropes, and both of them spill out to the floor. Atreyu looks puzzled for a moment, but doesn't have much time, because Shadow sneaks up behind him and rolls him up with a schoolboy, getting the three count!

Larry Milligan: That was... strange.

Rick Malone: Man, Atreyu is just out of luck tonight, isn't he?

Larry Milligan: Wait, something's happening, Geno's back in the ring, staring down Shadow. This might get ugly.

Rick Malone: What the hell?

Larry Milligan: He's shaking hands with her? Is this some kind of trick?

Rick Malone: Apparently she doesn't think so.

Larry Milligan: That's something I never thought I'd see... a good bit of strangeness to end the night with. We'll see you at next week's supercard, Pandemonium, live from Montgomery!