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The arena became illuminated in a golden light as the titantron repeatedly flashed.



Well I never got to tell you to your face.
With you, such disappointment and a waste.
A disgrace, these words are really hanging off my chest.
Regrets, I haven't really had any of those yet.

So Sorry by Shovelhook kicked in over the P.A system as Tristan Trinity stepped out onto the stage wearing a lavender colored suit. He casually walked to the ring, stopping at the barricade to autograph a fan's T-Shirt

I will make you so sorry.
I'll make you so sorry now.
You will wish you never met me,
and are your memories blocked out.
I can't believe you wasted my time.
My precious time is now,
and I will make you so sorry.
I hope you feel so left out

Tristan walked up the steps and into the ring. He took the mic from jets hand and raised it to speak as his music died out.

"Thank you Jet, but you will not be needed from here. You are excused."

Jet was completely dumbfounded, at the fact that he was getting kicked off his own show, but left the ring anyway and headed back up. Meanwhile in the ring Tristan continued to speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen tonight we have a very special guests tonight! I am your guest host, and acting King s**t of this company Tristan Trinity. Tonight I will be bringing out three very special guest rather than two! The first two guest are the two men that I set up in crazy matches last week, and impressed the hell out of me. That would be Freakshow and Shadow! The third man has absolutely nothing to do with either of the first two. Lets just say I'm going to shake the very foundation of the company with this man. However before the fun starts lets take care of buisiness. Will Shadow and Freakshow please come to the ring?"

After Freakshow came to the ring, "Fear of a Blank Planet" by Porcupine Tree began to play as a relatively face pop came about the arena. No special effects this time, Shadow emerged from the curtain with the EEW World Title on his shoulder. Not really smiling, but not really frowning Shadow walked down to the ring and climbed up the steps to enter the ring.

Once inside he stood opposite of Freakshow and close by to Tristan. Giving Freakshow a look before turning his attention to Tristan, Shadow gave a little thought towards himself and stuck out his hand for Tristan to shake. A rare gesture by a man who normally only touches people when he wants to hurt them.

Shadow gave a huff at Tristans joke, though he muttered, "Yeah," away from mic shot. Then at Tristan's announcement, he whipped his head over to Freakshow as the crowd got hyped for the new announcement.

Tristan smiled with Freakshow and Shadow's agreements.

"First off... I'm not Mr. Foley, so allow me to be open about this announcement. SWA lacks in a tag team division. I know I haven't booked either of you in a match tonight, thats because I'm hoping you two will be willing to team up tonight and face a team of my choice. Should you win, you two will face off next week."

"What if I were to tell your your opponent was the ghost under the ring? Who cares? No one! How can I surprise the world if I reveal the surprise so early? How about this... I promise you won't mind."

Tristan turned to Shadow.

"Old friend have I ever done you wrong?"

A small giggle from the smarks in the audience caused Tristan to reply before Shadow.

"Nevermind... Don't answer that."

Tristan approached the side of the ring and spoke with a ring crew out of mic shot. The man scrambled about for a bit but returned with a pen and paper. Tristan quickly scribbled on the paper and handed it to Freakshow.

"Thats who you will be facing. Anyway... on behalf of SWA management allow me to congratulate both of you on your victories last week, and good luck on your match later tonight. You can feel free to stick around for my next guest tonight, but I don't know if he'd appreciate sharing the spotlight."

Tristan paused for dramatic effect, but quickly snapped his head towards the audience.

"...and NO! All you damn smarks. My guest is not a de-masked Laic! My guest is going to blow your mind..."

Shadow watched Freakshow go up the ramp, wondering what was on that piece of paper.

"Well I'm bored, so let's see who you got, Old Friend." Why the crowd was happy that Shadow was sticking around was his guess. But they were happy.

Sparks shoot up atop the stage as Motley Crue's "Generation Swine" blared throughout the arena. The crowd does not quite know how to react to this.

(( My apologies for what I'm about to attempt to do. But an entrance of this magnitude requires a random unprovoked attack. ))

From behind the curtain comes running out a man who stands at 6'1 and weighs 225 lbs. He is wearing a pair of black jeans with a black leather jacket and pair or tennis shoes, obviously not here to wrestle tonight. A group of fans who know of him chant the name, "Dauth!" He sprints out, heading straight towards the man who is heading up the ramp, Freakshow. Upon reaching him he jumps into the air, attempting to nail a spinning heel kick to the face.