Domestic Disturbance June 29 The Yellow Rose, Birmingham, Alabama Larry Milligan: Welcome to The Yellow Rose and welcome to another exciting Domestic Disturbance. Larry Milligan: Earlier today we've recieved word that Tytus Arnol will be defending his Regional title for the first time at Sunburn. Rick Malone: And it centanly won't be the last ethier Larry Milligan: Well now folks let's head to the ring and here's Stacey Alexis!!! Stacey Alexis: Ladies and Gentlemen making his way towards the ring at the moment all the way from San Diego, CA, Wieghing in at 210lbs, Making his debut in SWA....... Salvador Damage!!! Lights turn off and "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns and Roses plays. A red spotlight focuses on Salvador. He walks slowly to the ring looking straightforward and enters from the bottom rope headfirst and stands in the middle looking up at the ceiling. Lights turn back on and he sits on the turnbuckle. Stacey Alexis: Now his opponent, The former SWA Regional Champion........Geno!!! As Geno walks out Damage jumps out of the ring and starts to attack Geno. Geno starts to fight back but Damage gets the upper hand and throws Geno back into the ring. Larry Milligan: Rick looks like Salvador Damage is trying to make a huge impression here in his first match against Geno the former SWA Regional Champion. Rick Malone: Well Larry, Damage is sure going the right way about it! He rams down Geno with a right fist that knocks Geno down hard to the mat. Salvador goes to pick him up and lifts him slowly but Geno nails him in the back with a double axe handle. Geno gives a few punches to Damage, backing him up, he whips him off the ropes and Damage comes back with a hard shoulder block. Damage lifts him and whips him, he comes back and gives Damage a Neck Breaker, but Geno gets up quickly and is levels Damage with a clothesline. Damage starts to show life and crawls up to the turnbuckle. Geno moves in but Damage rakes the eyes of Geno and then whips Geno into the turnbuckle allowing him to gain some time and get his senses back. Salvador Damage then runs at Geno and connects with a dropkick, Damage then spins out of the corner and grabs Geno's head and smashes it into the turnbuckle and then gives him another neck breaker. Geno try's to retaliate with a punch but Salvador Damage blocks that and Salvador then hits a Suplex to Geno. Damage then throws Geno over the ropes but his foot gets tangled up and he hangs suspended in the air. Damage then begins to beat harder onto Geno and then as Geno is getting free of the ropes Damage grabs him and pulls him back into the ring and nails him with a Hard Times. Damage then goes for a cover and the ref begins a count. 1...... 2...... 3...... Stacey Alexis: Here is your winner by pinfall...... Salvador Damage!!!!! Larry Milligan: Now that is a very big surprise that Salvador Damage just beat the former regional champion Geno. Rick Malone: Well Larry, Geno is starting to slide but you have to give Salvador credit where it's due and that is right here tonight and to think could he be Tytus's opponent at Sunburn??? "Down With the Sickness" hits the P.A. system, the lights going out as the crowd quiets down. The lights come back on, and infront of the curtain stands none other than "Solid Fire" Josh Dyamond. The usual white dress coat, white dress shirt, and white dress pants, with white Stacy Adams shoes, and dark sunglasses, he makes his way to the ring, slapping a few of the fans hands, playing to the crowd, microphone in hand. Rick Malone: It is Josh Dyamond, Milly! Larry Milligan: The highly touted DCW superstar has arrived in SWA! Rick Malone: Yes he has, Milly! I love this guy! Dyamond ascends the ring steps, bending down to enter the ring. Raising his arms as the fans cheer, he lowers them and puts the microphone to his lips. Josh Dyamond: Yes. It is true, you are not dreaming. The greatest wrestler alive is, indeed, a member of the SWA roster. Of course, all of you know what that means. That means Shadow, Minos, and everyone else in the locker room just took a step back from what they were before. Now, they will be compared to me, and I dwarf every single jackass in the back in every way comparable. People are going to come out here and say, “Oh well he is the new guy, no sweat”. Fuck that. I am everything that this company has ever wanted. If the owner is smart, he will do what is obvious, and give me a title shot in my first match. But, as I have learned in my career, owners aren’t that smart, and he will make me demolish every single idiot available before I get a shot, and that is okay. Just know this, Shadow. I am coming for you. That title you carry around will soon be mine, whether its next week, or next month, I will take you out. It is inevitable. Dyamond drops the microphone, and exits the ring. Larry Milligan: OHHH!! She better watch out. Rick Malone: Not other Ben Watters. Stacy Alexis: Making his way to the ring... standing at six-foot-six, and weighing two-hundred thirty-seven pounds... hailing from Barcelona, Spain, and half of The Spanish Inquisition... DANTE! Delicate violins begin to play as soon as Stacey Alexis says Dante's name, and then almost as soon as the word passes her lips, an inhuman scream bursts forth from the Shagrath, the singer of Dimmu Borgir, as "Hybrid Stigmata: The Apostasy" begins to play through the speakers. Within a few seconds, Dante appears on the stage, his face completely emotionless, his eyes focused in the ring. A black tunic covers his frame, looking almost like body-armor in the way that it is molded to his compactly muscled form. With his ice blue eyes narrowed, he starts down the ramp, completely ignoring most of the fans out of ringside, not out of malice, but out of focus. As soon as he gets to the steps, he rolls into the ring, and shakes a couple of black locks of hair out of his face. Utter focus and determination are written across his features as he waits for this most trying of matches to begin. Stacey Alexis: His opponents this evening, the SWA Tag Team Champions, Tytus and Three, T.n.T! "Tear Away" by Staind plays, and Tytus and Three appear 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. The ref takes the belts and hands them to the ring announcer, who gets out of the ring, and the bell sounds. Rick Malone: T.n.T, Milly, the tag team champs! Larry Milligan: Yes, good observation, Malone. Rick Malone: Tytus and Dante will start this match out. Tytus and Dante lock up, Tytus getting the better of him and forcing him into the ropes, landing two resounding open palm shots to the chest of Dante. Irish-whipping Dante into the turnbuckle, Tytus charges him, spearing him into the turnbuckle. Larry Milligan: Tytus showing us all why he is the SWA Regional Champion. Rick Malone: And half of the SWA Tag Team Champions too, Larry, don’t forget that! Larry Milligan: Yes, Rick, you have said that already. Rick Malone: Really? Tytus lifts Dante to his feet, nailing a knee lift into his stomach. Tytus climbs to the second rope, locking Dante’s head, going for a tornado DDT, but Dante counters it, lifting Tytus up to military press him off of the top rope and into the center of the ring. Tytus gets up, holding his back, and is met by a hook kick from Dante, sending him staggered into his corner. Tytus tags Three into the match, rolling out of the ring. Rick Malone: Here comes the fresh man, Milly, this is exactly why Dante has no chance! Three is the biggest man in this match! Larry Milligan: Yes, the odds are stacked against Dante in this handicap match! Rick Malone: Especially since he is facing the SWA Tag Team Champions! Larry Milligan: Will you stop brown nosing for once in you’re life? Dante rushes Three, and is met by a big boot. Dante hits the met, and Three follows up with a standing leg drop. Pulling Dante to his feet, Three connects with a pile driver Three lifts Dante up, sending him into the ropes, and leveling him with a clothesline as he returns. Larry Milligan: T.n.T taking control here in the early going. Rick Malone: Exactly why they are the SWA Tag Team champions, Milly! Larry Milligan: Can someone get me an intelligent broadcast partner? Rick Malone: Screw you, Milly! Can someone get me a straight broadcast partner? Three lifts Dante up, dragging him over to a corner turnbuckle. Setting Dante up, Three lands a devastating powerbomb. Three climbs to the top rope, taunting to the fans, wasting time. Three leaps off of the turnbuckle, going for an Asai moonsault. Dante rolls out of the ring, and Three crashes into the mat, bouncing off and clutching his abdomen. Rick Malone: Oh no, that is definitely not the way to win a match! Larry Milligan: Exactly. You win a match by scoring a pin fall. Three wasted way too much time, and paid for it big time, Dante was playing possum! Rick Malone: Smart ass. Larry Milligan: Dumb ass. Tytus hops off of the apron, rushing around to the opposite side of the ring, and is floored by an axe kick from Dante. Regaining his composure, Dante slides into the ring, laying the boot to Three with a few stomps to the head. Lifting him to his feet, Dante throws three palm blows in a row to Three’s chest, following up with a basement dropkick. Tytus jumps back up onto the apron, yelling at Three for the tag. Dante pulls Three to his feet, Irish whipping him into the ropes, going for a roundhouse kick, but Three ducks it and nails Dante with a German suplex. Larry Milligan: This match has been going back and forth, but I say T.n.T is getting the better of Dante, the fatigue factor of facing two men has to kick in soon! Rick Malone: Yeah, they work good as a team, they are the SWA Ta--. Larry Milligan: WE KNOW, RICK, WE KNOW! Rick Malone: I hate you. Three gets to his feet, making it over to Tytus to make the tag. Three lifts Dante to his feet, pulling him into the middle of ring, grinning at his partner. Larry Milligan: Uh oh... Dante could be in trouble here, it looks like Tytus and Three are setting up a pretty wicked double-team on him. Rick Malone: Now that's teamwork! See why they're the tag team champions? Larry Milligan: Oh come on! Tytus and Three grin at each other as though they have a plan, and whip Dante forward into the ropes. On the return, though, instead of executing a move, they both grab him by the arm to stop his forward progress and deliver a double elbow-smash to Dante's shoulder area! As soon as Dante hits the mat, he is squirming in pain, grabbing at his shoulder. Larry Milligan: Now that's just sick! The man had an injured shoulder! Rick Malone: Then I guess he should have gone to Al Laiman and tried to whine his way out of this match, huh? Larry Milligan: Are you kidding? He's got his pride. Rick Malone: Well he can either have his pride or his shoulder, whichever's more important. Three grabs Dante by the hair and pulls him up to his feet, but as soon as he does, he finds quite a different beast than the one he knocked down. There's a half-crazed look behind the grimace on Dante's face. Three seems to completely misinterpret this, but he doesn't have much time to do anything other than that, considering how fast Dante pulls off an elbow right to Three's throat! Three goes staggering backwards, and Dante suddenly whirls around to deliver a brutal thrust kick to Tytus' midsection. For a moment, both members of T.n.T. are off of him, but that doesn't seem to stop Dante from going after them- in a moment, he's set on Three with a fury of stomps, while Tytus is still trying to get himself back together. Larry Milligan: Wow, Dante's like a man on fire after they laid a paw on his shoulder. Rick Malone: Its okay! T.n.T will bounce back, I know they will! Larry Milligan: They better, they are the tag team champions, as you have so constantly reminded us, it would be kind of embarrassing to lose a handicap match. Rick Malone: True, Larry. Three rolls out of the ring, as Tytus is the legal man. Tytus charges Dante, but Dante ducks and sends him over his head with a back body drop. Tytus shoots up quick, but Dante nails him with a running cross-body block. Dante lifts Tytus to his feet, grabbing him by the arm and connecting with a shoulder breaker. Dante moves to the turnbuckle, climbing to the top rope, and leaps off, hitting Tytus in the chest with a diving elbow smash. Rick Malone: Oh no, Three needs to get in there and stop this! Three pulls himself up to the Apron, as Dante lifts Tytus to his feet. Spinning him around, Dante tries to land a backdrop, but Tytus counters out of it, turning it into a spectacular tornado DDT! Both men lay on the mat, and the ref has no choice but to start the 10 count. 1... 2... 3... 4... Larry Milligan: Both of these men are physically exhausted , Rick. Rick Malone: Especially Dante, because T.n.T have been able to get fresh bodies into the match at points during the match! Larry Milligan: I wonder if that last burst of energy from Dante took more out of him than it did damage to Tytus. 5... 6... Rick Malone: It looks like it, as Tytus gets back to his feet. Tytus uses the ropes to get to his feet, catching his breath as Dante stands. As Dante turns, Tytus levels him with a super kick. Tytus drags him to his feet, laying into him with three hard right hands in a row, sending him into the ropes. Tytus rushes him, barreling into him with a spinning heel kick. Tytus then lifts Dante to his feet, sending him into the turnbuckle, tagging his partner, Three. Larry Milligan: Dante's been just crazy ever since they laid a finger on his shoulder, I can't even imagine what's going through his head right now. Rick Malone: He's probably wishing he'd turned down the match, considering how they're making him into mincemeat. Dante is starting to look extremely tired as the match wears on. As Tytus and Three continue to double-team him, Dante somehow gets off a pretty nasty shot to the eyes on Tytus that has him staggering into the corner. Spinning quite suddenly, again showing his great focus on not one member of the team, but both, he nails Three with a hard palm blow to the chest. Larry Milligan: Dante's going for his finisher here... I have to wonder if he'll be able to pull it off before Tytus gets out of the corner. Rick Malone: Uh... no? Dante suddenly sets Three up and takes him over with the impressive Seventh Level. He plants Three's head in the mat, after which Three slumps forward, falling to the mat in a mess, and Dante stands up to go for the cover- but suddenly, Tytus is back in the picture as he realizes the desperate situation. He grabs Dante by the shoulder and spins him roughly around- but Dante surprises him, dropping down to the mat and nailing Tytus with an enziguri that echoes throughout the noisy Yellow Rose. Dante, realizing his opportunity, quickly dives on Tytus to make the cover, as the ref drops to the mat to make the count. 1... 2... 3! Stacey Alexis: And the winner, by pin fall, Dante! Rick Malone: He pulled it off, I can't believe it! Larry Milligan: Yes, one man just beat the SWA Tag Team Champions by himself! Dante's arm is raised in victory, and he seems to be on an adrenaline high, with no hint of a wince over the shoulder that Tytus and Three went after. As soon as he's back fully into his head, he looks at both of his opponents, down and squirming from the last two hard shots he delievered them... and before he gets out of the ring, there is a tiny hint of a smile on his face. Once backstage, about the first person Dante runs into on the way back to his locker room is his brother Virgil, who stands directly in his path. Dante's hand has gravitated to his shoulder, and he still seems a little mentally out of it. Virgil smirks at him. Virgil: Well, Dante, it seems like being the nice guy finally stopped working, hm? For a moment, Dante still seems rather out of it, before he shakes his head, and seems to come at least halfway back to sanity. His fingernails dig into his shoulder. Dante: They tried to reinjure my shoulder. The statement is stark and simple enough, as though nothing makes more sense than what Dante is saying right now. Virgil shakes his head slightly, wondering why, exactly, Dante had never seen something like that coming. Virgil: Did you really think they'd fight with that same code of honor you were trying to uphold? Dante grimaces slightly. Dante: I suppose not. But I never thought they would outright try to reinjure me... He leans a little closer to Virgil, his eyes still not looking totally normal, presumably from the adrenaline high. Dante: Nobody's taking this chance from me. Virgil puts a hand on Dante's shoulder... the other one, of course, and loses his somewhat arrogant veneer. Virgil: Do you see what I mean now? These people are scum. They'll resort to anything to win a match, and that's why Shadow and I have taken the tactic that we have. Dante nods. Dante: Yes... perhaps I was wrong to doubt you after all. Virgil shakes his head again. Virgil: No, you've always been one to lean toward the honorable solution... it just took something like this to show you just how much more effective leaving such things behind can be. Dante narrows his eyes, pulling his forearm forward with his free hand. A loud popping noise can be heard from somewhere in the vicinity of his shoulder, and he looks at his younger brother with a look that would send chills down the spine of the most stoic man. Dante: Whatever your plans... I'm in. Virgil winces slightly as Dante's shoulder more than likely pops back into the proper place. Even in a career like professional wrestling, seeing a man do a surgeon's job on himself was never something Virgil had gotten entirely comfortable with. Virgil: Well, we should go have a chat with Shadow, then. We can come up with something nice, now that there are three of us once again. Wordlessly now, the two brothers proceed down the hall. Dante has nothing more to say, save in the interest of getting their little alliance set up- and what that means for SWA is probably nothing good indeed. Stacey Alexis: This singles match is scheduled for one fall. Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, standing at 5'10 and weighing in at 225 pound�s Rey Pierce! The arena darkens and the lights begin to flicker off and on with a blood red tint. "Stay in Shadows" by Finger Eleven then begins to blast out on the public announcement system. The words Rey Pierce then flash across the small SWA television screen. Then a video of Rey from RWTG begins to play as the music gets to the chorus of the song. Rey then walks out on the stage and crouches down and points to the ring. Rey then stands up and walks down the ramp towards the ring. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and then stares around the Yellow Rose. Rey then walks to the ring steps and walks up them onto the apron. He then hops over the top ropes into the ring. He climbs up on to the turnbuckles and points out to the crowd. He then jumps off and waits for his opponent to come out to the ring. Stacey Alexis: Now making his way to the ring, residing in Chicago Il, weighing in at 240lbs, "The Irish Assassin" Sean Morgan!!!!!!! "ERIN GO BRAIGH" rumbles through the arena in a far off voice, fallowed by the howling of banshees...The crowd gets on their feet, some booing, some cheering, but every one reacting. the camera focuses on stage left, where a green ring of fire has formed...out from it rising Sean Morgan in his signature leather trench coat, as the opening licks of "Hells Bells" by AC/DC hit the pa...... Rick Malone: I think a little deja-vu is in order Larry Milligan: what are you saying? Rick Malone: I'm saying that Pierce is the next sinner to be destroyed!!! And the True Believers are growing Larry... Larry Milligan: Well the world is a messed up place sometimes... Rick was right, the True Believers have grown, and they are all situated along the ramp...Sean removes his leather coat and hands it to one of the female 'Believers, who holds it as if dropping it would earn a ticket to Hell. Larry Milligan: what is that chick mentally ill??? Rick Malone: Why didn't he hand me his jacket? Larry Milligan: wh.....how.....you know what, lets just move on... Morgan rolls into the ring, dropping to his knees in the center of the ring, pausing to say a prayer, and raises his arms to the heavens, proclaiming the prayer aloud, as pyro erupts from all four corners... Larry Milligan: This is shaping up to be a strong match folks... Rick Malone: Are you kidding me? He's The Archangel!!! Larry Milligan: And..... Rick Malone: ok, whatever dude, I guess your just going to hell.... Larry Milligan:.. Whatever. The competitors are both in the ring, and there went the bell, the match has started. Morgan and Pierce size each other up, circling the ring. They move towards the center, locking up. Morgan gets the better of him, shoving him into the ropes, rearing back and delivering a hard chop to the chest. Another chop to the chest, and Morgan whips him into the opposite ropes. Bouncing off of the ropes, Pierce ducks a right hand from Morgan and lands a standing dropkick. Morgan gets up quickly, and Pierce meets him with a right hand to the face, followed by another. Morgan blocks the next right, countering with a face gouge. Larry Milligan: Look at that, Morgan can�t fight like a real man, he has to resort to dirty tactics. Rick Malone: So what? He is doing what is necessary to get the upper hand, Milligan. Larry Milligan: Doesn�t make it right. Pierce staggers back, grabbing his face, and Morgan takes advantage, landing a super kick to the chin. Giving Pierce a few stomps for good measure, Morgan locks in a single crab. Morgan applies pressure as Pierce reaches for the ropes, his face contorted with pain. Stretching with all his might, Pierce grabs the rope and the ref makes Morgan break the hold. Morgan lifts Pierce up, but Pierce grabs his head and lands a jaw breaker. Recovering in the corner for a second, Pierce barrels at Morgan as he stands and takes him down with a hard clothesline. Rick Malone: Its okay, Milly, Morgan has got this in the bag. Larry Milligan: I doubt it, Pierce is a great athlete, he really impresses me. Rick Malone: Doesn�t take much to impress you, does it? Pierce lifts Morgan up, rocking him with two right hands in a row, before Irish whipping him into the turnbuckle hard. Morgan falls down into the turnbuckle, and Pierce begins to kick him while he is down in the corner. Jumping up onto the rope, landing a springboard kick to Morgan's head. Morgan rolls out of the ring, holding his head as Pierce plays to the crowd. Morgan leans against the barricade, gathering himself. Pierce bounces off the ropes, running across the ring, leaping up onto the top rope and springing off of it, diving to the outside of the ring onto Morgan, but Morgan moves and Pierce hits the barricade. Larry Milligan: Holy Mary 0� Mother!! Rick Malone: Way to crash and burn, huh Milly? That's what he gets for taunting Morgan. Larry Milligan: Do you ever stop talking crap? Pierce rolls around on the mat outside, clutching his jaw. Morgan lifts him up, whipping him into the stairs. Pierce grabs his back, and Morgan follows up by lifting him up and slinging him hard into the barricade. Morgan capitalizes by lifting Pierce up onto his shoulder, dropping him onto his chest on the barricade. Writing in pain, Pierce drops onto the mat. Morgan lifts him, rolling him into the ring. Sliding into the ring, Morgan hooks the leg. 1.. 2.. Rick Malone: How did he kick out? Larry Milligan: He has a little thing called heart, Malone, something you know nothing of. Rick Malone: Oh yeah? I have something you don�t. Larry Milligan: What�s that? Rick Malone: A penis! Morgan argues with the ref after the two count, as Pierce pulls himself up by the ropes. Morgan turns around, and Pierce meets him with a kick to the midsection. Hooking the head, Pierce hits a DDT. Jumping back up, Pierce lands a standing moonsault splash, and goes for the cover. 1... 2.. Larry Milligan: Morgan kicks out after a short two count. Rick Malone: I told you, Milly, Morgan is going to win! Larry Milligan: That remains to be seen. Morgan and Pierce both get up, and Morgan throws a left hand. Pierce answers it with a strong right, but Morgan blocks it, shoving his knee into Pierces midsection. Morgan whips Pierce into the ropes, lifting him up as to try for a flapjack, but Pierce counters it and devastates Morgan with a tornado DDT. Lifting Morgan up, he lifts him up onto his shoulders. Rick Malone: Oh no! Come on, Morgan! Larry Milligan: It could be over right here, Pierce is signaling for Drawn Into The Light! Morgan slides off of Pierces shoulders, forcing him chest first into the turn buckle. Pierce jumps onto the second rope, spring boarding off, hitting Morgan with a flying lariat. Rey climbs to the top rope, as the crowd gets on their feet, Morgan staggering up.. Rey leaps off, but Morgan hits a perfect flipping dropkick, nailing Rey in the jaw, sending him to dream street.... Larry Milligan: That had to hurt, Malone! Rick Malone: I am renaming Rey Pierce. He is now known as �Crash and Burn� Picking Pierce up, Morgan kicks him in the gut. Hooking Pierces head, Morgan lifts him up, nailing the Shamrocker DDT! Morgan rolls over, hooking Pierces leg and going for the cover. 1.. 2.. 3.. Stacey Alexis: Here is your winner, "The Irish Assassin" Sean Morgan! Rick Malone: What did I tell you, Milly? Larry Milligan: Stop gloating. Morgan stairs down at Rey, making the sign of the cross over his forehead...he then signals for the ref to bring him a mic... Holding the mic close to his lips, now kneeling next to Rey, holding Reys face up to the camera.... Morgan: Look! Look into the eyes of the defeatedm you non-believers, you with doubt in your heart, like the apostle Thomas...Behold to power of the Lord most high! His fallen sone Rey chose to ignore the Lord, and take the path of the wicked. He turned his back on the Lord, and the Lord struck back with Heavenly vengeance...Don�t pull your eyes away, be strong, and look deeply,for this is the future of sinners and doubters alike! With that Morgan cracks the microphone down on Reys head, and picks him up, making a final sign of the cross, before delivering a delayed Shamrocker DDT to Rey, laying him out cold in the center of the ring...Morgan rolls out of the ring, arms raised towards to heavens, as the True Believers make the sign of the cross as he passes, bowing to the Lord's Chosen One... Larry Milligan: Morgan needs and additude adjustment, he can't just keep going around and beating people!! Rick Malone: Watch out, you might be next!! Stacey Alexis: Introducing first, from Charlotte, North Carolina, Johnny Hotrod! The lights begin to blink. "Superterrorizer" by Black Label Society plays. Johnny Hotrod makes his way down to the ring. The lights dim slightly over the ring entrance, and quietly, the introductory vocals and soft guitar of "Walk the Walk" by Poe begin playing over the speakers. A few moments after they start, Meghan Sheffield pushes the curtain aside and steps onto the stage. Stacey Alexis: His opponent this evening..... from Dover, Delaware..... Meghan Sheffield! Suddenly, the song kicks into a bit higher gear, and a calm smile spreads over Meghan's face. She starts down the ramp at a fairly brisk pace, stopping to greet the fans as she goes. Once she's at ringside, she climbs up the ring steps and ducks under the second rope to get into the ring. Meghan paces around, smiling still, and looks out over the fans present at the event. She doesn't seem at all nervous about her match, but is instead keeping everything behind that smile that her opponent seems to find so mysterious and off-putting. Larry Milligan: The bell sounds, and this match is under way. Who you got, Malone? Rick Malone: Hotrod will win, this kid has potential. Larry Milligan: Don't count out Sheffield, Rick, she is very talented. Rick Malone: So? Hotrod wins, wanna bet? Sheffield and Hotrod meet in the middle of the ring, Hotrod extended one hand in the air, and Sheffield extends hers, Hotrod taking the opportunity to lean and drive his knee into her abdomen. Hotrod follows up with a swinging neck breaker, taking Sheffield to the mat. Sheffield recovers quick, getting to her feet and ducking a right hand from Hotrod, slicing into his chest with a chop. Following up with another, she sends him into the ropes, Hotrod bounces off of the ropes and Sheffield connects with a hip toss. Larry Milligan: Quick start to this match, Rick! Rick Malone: Yeah, and it will quickly be over for Meghan Sheffield, Larry. Larry Milligan: I dont know about that, Malone. It is still very early in this one. Rick Malone: What did I tell you about backtalking me, Milly?! Hotrod gets back to his feet, and Sheffield grabs him by the head and plants him with a DDT. Sheffield locks in an arm bar, and Hotrod reaches for the ropes. Wrenching at Hotrods arm, Sheffield pulls back with all of her might, but Hotrod reaches the ropes. The ref makes Sheffield break the hold. Both competitors get to their feet. Meghan lunges at Hotrod, going for a clothesline, but he ducks it and hits Sheffield with a reverse Russian leg sweep. Rick Malone: Told you, Milly, Hotrod is getting back into this match! Larry Milligan: The match is still young, Rick, don’t count you’re chickens before they hatch. Rick Malone: I don't have any chickens. Larry Milligan: I should write a book about working with an idiot. Hotrod lifts Meghan up, delivering a hard right hand to her face. Hotrod yanks Sheffield towards him, leveling her with a short-arm clothesline. Hotrod lifts Sheffield up, whipping her hard into the turnbuckle. He runs at her, going for a clothesline, but she ducks, and he hits the turnbuckle. Swinging around behind him, and goes for a school boy. 1.. Larry Milligan: Quick kick out by Johnny Hotrod there! Rick Malone: Of course, he is the man! Larry Milligan: Get off of his nuts, already, Rick. Rick Malone: I am not on anybodys nuts, I just think he will win, jackass. Hotrod gets to his feet quickly, and grabs Sheffield to hit a belly to belly overhead suplex. Dragging Sheffield to her feet, Hotrod whips her into the ropes, connecting with a tilt-a-whirl sidewalk slam. Hotrod lifts Sheffield up, and she rams her elbow into his chest. Kicking him in the abdomen, Sheffield connects with an inverted DDT. Larry Milligan: The newcomer Hotrod hasn't taken many chances so far, he's going to have to start if he wants to beat Meghan Sheffield. Rick Malone: You're not kidding, Larry, he looks like a scared cat out there. Larry Milligan: Sheffield attacking here with a stiff kick to the chest of Hotrod...and a roundhouse...NO! Hotrod ducks under it and hammers Sheffield with a huge clothesline. Hotrod bounds off the ropes...but Sheffield quickly rolls out of the ring. Rick Malone: Hotrod took way too much time there, and now he's gonna let Sheffield recover. Larry Milligan: Not so fast, Rick...Hotrod is coming off the ropes...Sheffield not even paying attention...SUICIDE DIVE! Hotrod almost cut Sheffield in half! Rick Malone: Maybe we're gonna finally see the Hotrod we heard were getting. Both competitors are sprawled on the mat, and Hotrod slowly makes it to his feet using the barricade. Lifting Sheffield to her feet, Hotrod rolls her into the ring, sliding in himself. Lifting Meghan back to her feet, Johnny hooks her arms and nails an under hook DDT. Hotrod then locks in the STF. Rick Malone: That�s rght, Hotrod, make her tap out! Larry Milligan: The STF, a very dangerous submission maneuver! Rick Malone: Look! He has it locked in tight, Milly, she is going to tap! Hotrod wrenches back, applying more pressure as Sheffield reaches for the ropes. Crawling and stretching with everything in her being, she reaches the ropes, and the ref tells Hotrod to break the hold. Hotrod holds on a few seconds longer, disobeying the refs orders before letting her go. A resounding boo from the crowd, as Hotrod stomps away at Sheffield. Larry Milligan: Sheffield looks to be in pretty bad shape, Rick. Rick Malone: It is just a matter of time before Hotrod picks up his first win in SWA! Lifting Sheffield to her feet, Johnny Irish whips her across the ring, and Sheffield rebounds off of the opposite ropes, ducking under a closeline from Hotrod, nailing him with a dropkick as he spins around. Sheffield lifts him up, applying the abdominal stretch. Hotrod begins to fight out of it, landing a few elbows to the side of Sheffield, freeing himself and running into the ropes, only to be met by a closeline from Sheffield. Larry Milligan: What we you saying earlier, Rick, about Hotrod winning? Rick Malone: Did you see a pin fall yet, Milly? Larry Milligan: No, but.. Rick Malone: So shut the hell up! Sheffield lays her boot into Hotrod with a few stomps, before grabbing both legs, positioning him and connecting with a sling shot into the steel turnbuckle. Hotrod bounces off of the steel, holding his head, and Sheffield propels herself off the ropes, taking him down with a running bulldog. Meghan grabs both of Hotrod’s feet, signaling for the figure four leg lock, but Hotrod kicks her in the face, getting to his feet quickly. Sending Meghan into the ropes, Hotrod connects with a hard spine buster. Larry Milligan: It took a little while to warm up, but Hotrod has gotten on fire now...big move after big move, Rick. Rick Malone: Looks like he's going to try for one more here, going to the top rope. Larry Milligan: Hotrod comes down hard with an elbow across the right knee of Sheffield, and quickly goes into a single leg crab on the same knee. Rick Malone: Hotrod has a lot of submission knowledge, and if he can stay on that knee Sheffield's attacking ability could be quickly hindered. Larry Milligan: Hotrod really wrenching on that knee now as Sheffield squirms her way to the ropes...he's gonna have to let go but the damage may have already been done. Rick Malone: No doubt about it, Larry, and he'll no doubt continue to attack that knee. Hotrod stomps the knee of Sheffield a few times. Lifting her to her feet, he kicks her in the knee, making her fall to her knees. Hotrod lifts her to her feet, swinging her hard into the turnbuckle. Hotrod then slams into her with a closeline, her head bouncing off of the steel turnbuckle. Johnny then sets Sheffield up, and devastates her with a second rope power bomb! Hotrod drags Meghan to the center of the ring, going for the pin. 1.. 2.. Larry Milligan: NO! Sheffield kicks out after a long two count. Rick Malone: That was a 3 count, Milly, you saw it! Larry Milligan: You can take that up with the ref later, Rick! This Meghan Sheffield has heart! Hotrod can’t believe it, clutching his hair as he gets to his feet. Pulling Sheffield up, he lays into her with a barrage of right hands, forcing her into the turnbuckle. Hotrod Irish whips her across the ring, barreling after her, but Sheffield handstands and pushes off of the turnbuckle, ending up behind Hotrod, hitting him with a bridge suplex pin. 1... 2... Rick Malone: YES! HE KICKED OUT! Larry Milligan: Calm down, idiot. Rick Malone: Don’t call me an idiot you fruitcake! Larry Milligan: Back to the match. These two have been in the ring for a very long time, Rick, fatigue is becoming a factor, definitely. Sheffield gets quickly to her feet, pushing Hotrod into the ropes. Reaching back, Sheffield lays into his chest with a hard knife hand chop. Another knife hand chop to the chest of Hotrod, and Sheffield tries to whip him across the ring, but Hotrod counters, throwing her back into the corner, and hitting a dropkick to the hurt knee. Larry Milligan: He is going back to that hurt knee! Rick Malone: Of course he is, Milly, great strategy! Larry Milligan: Yeah, Rick, it looks as though the end is near for Meghan Sheffield. Rick Malone: What did I tell you, Milly? Hotrod lifts Sheffield to her feet. Applying a headlock, Hotrod wrenches at her neck. Sheffield battles out of it with a few shots to the ribs, and a elbow to the head of Hotrod. Bouncing off the ropes, she nails him with a cross body. Larry Milligan: Sheffield has found a burst of energy, she throws Hotrod into the ropes...HOTROD DUCKS UNDER THE ROUNDHOUSE KICK! Rick Malone: BIG mistake from Sheffield. Larry Milligan: Hotrod springs off the opposite ropes and drives his shoulder into the back of Sheffield's knee. Rick Malone: That's the kind of move that can end a person's career right there...stretching those ligaments out. Larry Milligan: Hotrod is going for a submission of some kind here...looks like a figure-four leglock and this can end the match right here if he can lock it on. Rick Malone: That knee has got to be hyperextended and torn up...I don't think she can survive it... Larry Milligan: BUT WAIT! Meghan Sheffield somehow finds the energy to kick Hotrod off...she springs to her feet like a cat...NO! NO! NO! Rick Malone: It's all over now! Larry Milligan: AGAIN SHEFFIELD MISSED THE ROUNDHOUSE KICK AND HOTROD HAS HIS FAMOUS TRANZ-MISSION HOLD LOCKED ON! It's over...it's over, ring the bell! Sheffield falls to the ground after tapping out. Hotrod starts gloating over his first victory in SWA. Meghan taps him on the back and Hotrod whirls around. Meghan bows to him in honor and Hotrod simply�CLOSELINES her. Larry Milligan: What the hell? That was uncalled for. Rick Malone: Well the whole power of good thing does get annoying. The door to Shadow's locker room opens, as she is about to emerge for her main event match. A chorus of boos goes up as the champ appears, but she takes that all in stride, especially since Steve Cummings is standing outside her door with a camera crew. Shadow rolls her eyes. Shadow: What can I do for you, Steven? Steve arches an eyebrow at her. Steve: It's just Steve, Shadow... and I was hoping for an interview? Shadow folds her arms over her chest. Shadow: Well OBVIOUSLY, you were. So let's get on with it, and not waste any more time, okay? Steve looks slightly taken aback, but shakes his head, and moves on. Steve: Well Shadow, Vin seems to have... not really paid attention to anything you said this week. He hasn't mentioned any of the points that you brought up against him at all. What do you say on that? Shadow smirks. Shadow: I say quite simply that Vin is in denial, and that's pretty obvious. He's ignoring what I said just like he ignored me the last time we locked horns and he said something stupid. He has a tendency to just deny what's right in front of him every time he opens his mouth, but the problem is, he never really seems to learn from that. It takes him about a week to regroup from being completely owned, and then we go through the process all over again, because Vin's brain is a complete wasteland. Steve: You don't think he might be trying some strategy against you, by trying to make you feel like you wasted your time? Shadow smirks again, that expression seemingly glued on her face, especially when Vin Halsted and talking about him was involved. Shadow: Wasted my time... are you kidding? It wasn't a waste of time because I still got to say all of it, and what I said is still true, whether Vin wants to acknowledge it or not. Him ignoring it isn't him showing off some huge strategy, it's him showing off some huge weakness. I brought up some pretty key points against him... and he can't answer to them. That should say something pretty serious to anyone who's planning on backing Vinny-boy. Steve raises his eyebrow curiously. Steve: So even after all of this work from Vin, you still don't consider him a worthy competitor? Shadow: No! Jesus Christ on a bloody cross, Steve, how many times do I have to say it? Until Vin can answer some VERY basic questions, he doesn't deserve to breathe the same AIR as me, let alone face me for the title. And over and over again, I've tried to ram these little questions into his brain- WHY, if he is SO wonderful, is his record so... mediocre? The only reason Vinny boy is getting any mileage here is because Al Laiman is in the Commissioner's chair, and has a notable bias against not only me, but a notable bias TOWARDS Vin Halsted. You people are dense, aren't you? Vin would be a one-note joke, here today, gone tomorrow, in any promotion worth its salt. And yet he thinks he deserves at title shot? I don't think so. Steve shrugs. Steve: He's training hard enough for it. Shadow stares him down intimidatingly for a moment. Shadow: Training? TRAINING?! Steve is that what you think it takes? I'm on top of the game in more than just training, I'm on top of the game because I've got a natural gift for this. I have the mind of a champion, the talent of a champion... Winning isn't something that's a great effort for me every week, it's just WHAT I DO. Considering Vin has to work so hard at it, and gets such a paltry reward like something of a 50% win average for his efforts... you'd think he'd get the point by now. You'd think he would start to understand that I'm cut out to be on top, and he's cut out to be far, far beneath my consideration. That's just how it is. Steve makes a face for a moment, and then pops out another question. Steve: What about Minos? Shadow smirks, mocking him. Shadow: What about Minos? Jesus Christ, Steve, WHAT ABOUT MINOS? What do you care? If you want to know about Minos, go ask Minos. He's across the ring from me tonight, and that only means one thing... he either stays out of the way and lets Halsted take his beating... or he loses more than just the match. Steve: What's that supposed to mean? Shadow grins at him. Shadow: Nothing at all. Ta ta poopsy! I've got a match to go to! With that, Shadow disappears down the hall, as always leaving the viewers with a lot more vitriol and questions than they had before her appearance. Larry Milligan: And what a show it�s been so far. It�s been domestic and it�s sure been a disturbance. Rick Malone: Glad you can still remember the show name; you must be taking your Alzheimer medicine. Larry glares at Rick as the fans in the small bar stand in obvious anticipation for the main event. Larry Milligan: The next match might be one for the record books as Shadow and Doug Watson get ready to take on Minos and Vin Halsted. Rick Malone: And Vin better be praying, Shadow has a death wish for him and I don�t think Minos will be protecting him. Stacey Alexis walks to the ring as a few men hoot and whistle at her. Stacey Alexis: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, he is the current number one contender to the SWA Championship, VIN HALSTED! �Blind� by Korn begins to play over the PA, as Vin Halsted enters the arena. The crowd finds him, 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. Larry Milligan: Vin�s walking very slowly; he must be watching to see if Shadow will jump out. Rick Malone: That or he figured out that she could kick his ass. He slides into the ring, makes his way to each top turnbuckle, raises his fist each time and then gets set in the middle of the ring. Stacy Alexis: Introducing next, his tag team partner, from Antwerp, Belgium, MINOS!!! Larry Milligan: Minos has been on an unbelievable undefeated record since he got here. Rick Malone: Yeah, but it�s all about to stop thanks to his �partner�. "Inferno" by Einherjer begins to play, and Minos appears at the top of the stage. He wastes no time showing off, and quickly makes his way to the ring to face his opponent, slapping the hands of a few fans disinterestedly along the way. He slides into the ring, and tosses his coat over the ropes, as he leans against the turnbuckle, waiting for the bell to ring. Larry Milligan: Vin and Minos hate each other; I don�t see how these two are going to get along. Rick Malone: They probably won�t. Stacey Alexis: Introducing next, from Centerville,OH Doug steps out to a somewhat mixed reaction. He stands there as the whistle of a train is heard and then �Under My Umbrella� by Incubus starts up and walks slowly down to the ring, keeping a watchful eye on his opponents. The lights in The Yellow Rose dim slightly to a red cast. Suddenly, and out of nowhere, the sounds of "Ware Her Venom" by Einherjer burst through the speakers like they're exploding. The place explodes in boos, considering they've already seen the champ this evening and... still don't like her. Shadow steps through the curtain, her SWA Title on her shoulder, and a wicked grin on her face. Stacy Alexis: And his partner... from Rathcormac, Ireland, she is your SWA Champion... SHADOW! Larry Milligan: I wonder what Shadow and Minos were talking about earlier this week. Rick Malone: Something that didn�t concern you, that�s why you don�t know about it. Shadow raises a fist to the sky, seeming to exalt in the pleasure that hearing her own name brings her. The reception from the crowd doesn't get any better, but Shadow, as per usual doesn't care about that. With only a paltry smirk or sneer here and there, she walks down to the ring, focused on the task at hand, which is, of course, continuing her head games with Vin Halsted. She climbs into the ring and shows off her title, mostly to rub it in Vin's face, before she passes it off to the referee, and steps into her corner, looking with disinterest at her tag team partner Watson. Rick Malone: Shadow doesn�t like Vin, she doesn�t like Watson, I think she likes Minos and he better be lucky she�s going to save him from her wrath. Larry Milligan: Who doesn�t Shadow like? She only likes Minos because he�s European. Rick Malone: So, she�s European. Larry Milligan: NOW!!! She use to be Canadian. Where�s she going to be from next, Siam. Rick Malone: Who in the what now. Minos takes to the apron and lets Vin get it. Shadow extends her hand and Doug tags her. She steps in the ring and gives an evil grimace to Vin. Rick Malone: Uh ooh, Shadows got a plan on her mind. Vin approaches her and then Shadow gives a blind tag to Watson. Watson and Vin lock up. Vin gives an armdrag to Watson but Watson slides on the mat and is quickly back up. The two lock up again and again Vin throws Watson in an armdrag. Watson starts to get up, Vin rumbles over and applies in a standing armbar�he helps lift Watson to his feet and then wrenches his arm for good measure. He gives a tag to Minos who steps in and gives a hard shot to Doug�s face while Vin holds in the arm bar/wrench. Vin lets go and gets n the apron. Larry Milligan: Nice teanwork by Vin and Minos. Minos grabs Watson and pushes him back into the ropes and then whips him off. Watson comes back and Minos gives him a knee to the gut and brings him down with a ddt and covers. 1.. 2.. Watson kicks out and rakes Minos�s eyes giving him time to get away. Doug gives a hard soccer kick to the knee of Minos and then a dropkick to the knee that takes him down. Doug picks him up and gives him a quick snap suplex. Watson goes for the pin but only gets one. Minos and Doug lock up and Minos adds him into a hammerlock. Doug struggles to get free. Minos puts his head under Dougs arm and gives him a back body drop. Minos goes over to tag in Vin. Vin gets in and gives two stomps to the chest of Doug. Vin lifts Doug and gives him a jab to the face. Doug pokes him in the eyes and whips him into the ropes. Vin stops on the ropes and Watson comes charging after him. Vin grabs him and gives him a powerslam for a two count. Doug muscles out and gives Vin an European uppercut. Vin backs up and runs off the ropes, Watson fallows him with a closeline but Vin catches him with a flying elbow first. Vin lifts him and sends him to the other side of the ropes. Watson comes back and Vin gives him a spinebuster. 1.. 2.. Larry Milligan: Check out that resiliency by Watson. Rick Malone: Vin�s weak and mad that he can�t hack it against Shadow. Vin strarts to lift Watson into a suplex but Watson counters and ddt�s him down. Vin struggles up and Watson puts him back down with a Russian leg sweep. With Vin on the ground Watson unloads a bevy of side mounted punches. He lifts Vin and sends him sailing ito the turnbuckle face first. Watson kicks him in his lower back, wich sends him to his knees and then gives a reverse neckbreaker. Larry Milligan: What a highly innovated move by Watson. Rick Malone: Wich is another thing that vin doesn�t have, CREATIVITY!!! Watson lifts Vin but Vin catches him with a superkick that sends Watson flying over the ropes and onto the ground. Shadow hops in the ring while Minos gets of the apron to go after Watson. Shadow approaches Vin talking smack as usual. After a moment Vin is tired of it and gives her a quick northern lights suplex for the pin. Rick Malone: What the hell is he doing? Doesn�t he know that Watson is the legal man? Shadow powers out and quickly runs over Vin with a closeline. Vin jumps back up to have Shadow give him a toe kick to the shin, snap kick to the knee, palm blow to the sternum, elbow to the jaw that brings him down. Outside, Minos lays a boot to the back of Watson�s head. He then starts to lift Watson and once Watson is on his knees he gives a Minos a lowblow and then whips Minos into the steel post. At the same time, Vin stumbles up and Shadow gouges his eyes and then tosses him over the ropes so that he lands on Watson. Larry Milligan: Did she do that on purpose? Rick Malone: No, Watson was just in the way. Vin and Minos pick up Watson and toss him into the ring, Vin fallows. Referee, Jason Morris tells Shadow to get back on the apron but she protests allowing Vin and Watson to get a double suplex in on Watson. With much hesitation, Shadow finally gets to the apron. Vin stays in and lifts the dazed Watson and gives him a Hurricanrana. And then puts him in a Texas Cloverleaf. Shadow jumps in to go knock Vin off Watson, Minos doesn�t even move. Watson lifts Vin and whips him into his and Shadow�s corner. He tags her in. Rick Malone: Now we�re about to see some action. Shadow goes right to work by choking Vin with her boot. As Vin stumbles out of the corner she grabs him from behind and lifts him up for a hanging kneebreaker. She lifts Vin and sends him into the turnbuckle. She charges him with a flying somersault bodyblock. Larry Milligan: Love her or hate her, you must admit the she�s very athletic. She fallows up by giving a monkey flip out of the corner. Larry Milligan: Vin just is getting mauled right now. Rick Malone: And that�s bad? Look, if Vin hasn�t figured out that he�s not in Shadow�s league then that should be starting to kick in right now. Vin gets up and Shadow charges him but luckily for Vin he gets in a kick to the gut and a Running Powerbomb good for a one count. Shadow pops out and Vin receives a closeline that sends him down. Shadow flexes to the crowd. Vin starts to rise and Shadow wrenches his arm and then gives him a hook kick. Shadow picks up the battered Vin and whips him to the ropes but Vin reverses. Shadow comes back and Vin lowers himself to send Shadow in a back body however, when Shadow starts to fly over Vin�s back she hooks her legs around Vin�s neck and sends him down with a headscissors submission. Larry Milligan: Vin could tap here. Rick Malone: Not if Minos can help it. Minos hasn�t moved at all, still as a statue, hunched over the ropes, his cold icy stare remains locked on the action in the ring. Rick Malone: Or maybe not. Larry Milligan: Maybe he thinks Vin can handle it. Rick Malone: I think he just doesn�t like him. Vin just barely grazes his foot on the ropes and Morris calls for a break. Shadow squeezes her legs one last time and then kicks him in the throat leaving him gasping for breath. Shadow gets up to argue with Morris giving time for Vin to go over to his corner. He reaches his hand to Minos who only bends down to tie his shoe. Rick Malone: Haha. Larry Milligan: That was wrong. Rick Malone: Hey, his shoe was untied, he can�t wrestle like that. Vin walks away and right into a drop toehold by Shadow. Shadow lifts him up and whips him into her corner. She tags Watson. Watson gives Vin a flurry of punches and then sends him to the oppisitr turnbuckle. Minos reaches over the ropes and grabs Watson�s head to give him a guillotine that stuns him long enough for Vin to grab Watson and shove him into the turnbuckle. Vin lifts him up. Larry Milligan: This could be big here. Vin jumps off the turnbuckle with a suplex. Larry Milligan: What a superplex by Vin Halsted. If he could capitalize this could mean disaster for team Shadow. Both men lay on flat on the matt, breathing heavily. Morris has no choice but to start a ten count. 1� 2� 3� 4� Vin is the first up and grabs Watson by the waist and then gives a German suplex and locks in the bridge. Larry Milligan: Pinning maneuver here. 1.. 2.. Larry Milligan: Watson somehow kicked out of that. To keep him down Vin fallows up with a jumping piledriver. Seeing that his tag team partner needs a rest, Minos tags himself in. Minos goes right after the downed Watson by putting him in a STF. Larry Milligan: Watson�s taken a lot of damage tonight, you can say a lot because of that. Watson makes it to the ropes and Minos lets go. Watson starts to get up but Minos keeps him down with a snapmare and a dragon sleeper. Larry Milligan: Minos making good use of his submission skills. Rick Malone: I particularly don�t care for Watson but the kids not bad; however, his inexperience has proven his enemy. Especially in his last few matches. Doug gets free and runs to the other side of the ring, Minos fallows him and Doug starts pleading with him to stop. Minos comes closer and Watson rams him into the turnbuckle and then gets in Russian leg sweep that rams Minos again. Doug makes it over and tags Shadow. Larry Milligan: Shadow vs. Minos, this should be classic. Shadow and Vin circle each other and we see a smirk from Shadow. They lock up and Shadow easily out maneuvers him with a springboard arm drag. Minos gets back up and quickly downs Shadow with a cross body. Rick Malone: Its one vs. one. As Shadow starts to get up Minos adds her into a small package but she powers out after one. Shadow gets up and shows that she�s somewhat impressed with Minos by shaking her head up and down with a light smile. The two lock up again and she takes him down with an armbar, she releases the hold and then sends him back down with a swinging neckbreaker. Tired of the power struggle, she charges at Vin and knocks him off the apron and onto the floor with a plachena at the end. Watson gets in the righ and intends to capitalize on the work Shadow did. Watson lifts Minos but Minos gets in a quick reverse neckbreaker. Shadow tosses in Vin and Minos and Watson move to their respected corners. Shadow intends to finish the match and gives Vin a Russian leg sweep and leg a standing moonsault. Larry Milligan: And I don�t know how Vin will kick out of this. 1.. 2.. Larry Milligan: Long two count here. Vin pushes Shadow away. Vin drops back to tag Minos in, having to reach over the ropes and make the tag himself, as Minos is once again being rather non-cooperative. However, he rolls his eyes and climbs into the ring. Vin stays in as well, as Shadow gets to her feet. Larry Milligan: Looks like they're going for the double-team here. Rick Malone: You think? Vin takes a step ahead of Minos, and Minos grabs him by the shoulder and spins him around, taking a quick step back, before launching a superkick at him, catching him completely by surprise! Vin drops to the mat, and Minos grabs his ankles, motioning to Shadow, who quickly dashes to the ropes. Rick Malone: Holy shit, what's she about to do? Shadow leaps to the ropes, and leaps off with a springboard corkscrew moonsault, landing on Vin's midsection, knocking the wind out of her already dazed victim. Larry Milligan: I can't believe this! Why did Minos turn on Vin Halsted? Rick Malone: Maybe because he's a tard? A washed up Italian cliche? I can keep doing this all night. Larry Milligan: It's inexcusable. Rick Malone: It's funny as hell, is what it is. 1� 2� 3� Stacey Alexis: Here are your winners, Doug Watson and Shadow As Shadow's hand is raised for the win, a huge smirk melts over her face. Halsted looks like he might say something to her, but he's quickly silenced by Minos shoving him out of the ring and coming to stand beside his partner in crime, though not his tag team partner for this match. The two of them stand in the ring, holding their respective SWA belts... and gloating. A few seconds later, they are joined in the ring by Dante and Virgil, or as they're better known on the tag team circuit, the Spanish Inquisition. As SWA fans in the Yellow Rose look on, it's all too clear that a very dangerous alliance is forming right before their very eyes. Larry Milligan: What the hell, it was a plan all along. They out smarted Vin. Rick Malone: That�s not hard to do. Larry Milligan: They should pay for this, and pay dearly.