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"The following contest is the six on three elimination handicap match! The first team that eliminates all opponents will be declared the winners."

Woke up this mornin'...
You got yourself a gun!
Got yourself a gun!

The beat increases in tempo to loud cheers as the painted up Snypa Rifle pulls out to the arena in a black Ford Mustang. He revs the engine a few times to louder cheers.

"Introducing the special guest referee, he is the Enforcer of DHW, the Snypa Rifle!"

Snypa steps out of his car to reveal the referee shirt he's wearing for this match. He nearly skips down the aisle in anticipation of refereeing this contest. Some would say that this match would be a slaughter, but Drako had managed to even the odds the previous week on Inferno. Snypa can't wait for it to begin. He doesn't care who wins. Once he's in the ring, his music stops.

Church choir begins to sing Amazing Grace, which then turns into a metal version about how the booing crowd is going to hell if they don't repent. Finally, amidst the red lights and smoke and s**t like that, Shirley Phelps-Roper and her daughters Megan and Rebekah lead the way to the ring as Shirley's brothers Fred Jr and Joe walk with their three partners for this match. Actually, Diego is limping with a bandage on his forehead from the attack by the boss.

"From Topeka, Kansas, Shirley Phelps-Roper, Joe Phelps, Fred Phelps Jr, "The Big Timer" Diego Alva, Travis Dukeman, and Hitogoroshi, the Westboro Baptist Church!"

The church members are looking smug as they enter the ring, convinced they've increased the odds in their favor. Shirley and her brothers are dressed in sweatsuits and the spokeswoman for WBC is about to take the match when Snypa snatches it from her.

"Shut. The. Hell. Up. These people don't give a crap what you have to say. These people don't give a damn about your god and his so-called hate. They don't care that your boy Travis' attack on Angel has rendered this match into six on two. The only thing they care about is watching you get your asses handed to you as I count your shoulders down to the mat one by one. Just shut the hell up and go to your corner before I start busting your skulls myself."

With that, Snypa turns to Hitogoroshi.

"I haven't forgotten your a**, Hito. I heard your little threat Tuesday and any time you wanna go, b***h, I'm standing right here. I ended your career six years ago in your own country, I'll do it again right here and right now. With that being said, I'm gonna show a little benevolence. Later on tonight is the casket match for the DHW Inter-Blaze Championship. As you all saw, Kenny-boy Armand clearly tapped out to the Coffinspire in his match against Shadow. That pretty much means he's out of the running for the DHW Championship at Winter Bloodbath, unless... and I do mean, unless he's able to put the Dragon away and walk out of Bound by Honor with his title. Now, without further ado, let's introduce one of the men who will be on the side of kicking the Westboro Baptist Church's asses..."

We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always
And ready to bring the war if you ain't
We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always
And ready to bring the war if you ain't

Look into my eyes
And tell me
What it is you see in me

The lights dim down and flash blue and red as the passenger side door of the Mustang opens and reveals Nathan Phelps, the son of the dead reverend who decided to take up arms on the side of LGBT rights, dressed up just like the Rifle, his face painted up with the colors of the rainbow to loud cheers from sections of the audience. Snypa smirks, giving the man props as he strolls down the aisle and walks up the aisle and climbs between the ropes. As promised, he has shown up to Bound By Honor to fight against his family.

red lights flash as Stricken by Disturbed hits the PA.

You walk on like a woman in suffering
Won't even bother now to tell me why
You come alone, letting all of us savor the moment
Leaving me broken another time
You come on like a bloodstained hurricane
Leave me alone, let me be this time
You carry on like a holy man pushing redemption
I don't want to mention, the reason I know

the sound of an engine revving can be heard and as the fans cheer, awaiting the arrival of Zarel, he rolls out onto the stage on a red Harley Davidson and stops, looking out at the cheering crowd as they grow louder for his return to his old school ways. And Drako is on the bike behind him. Zarel finally focuses his gaze on the ring and begins to drive down the ramp.

"Making his way to the ring, from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 328 pounds, Zarel Damone and his tag team partner, weighing in at 200 pounds, he is the DHW owner, Drako!!!!!!!"

Reaching the end of the ramp, he makes a turn and circles the ring, parking at the end of the ramp

That I am stricken and can't let you go
When the heart is cold, there's no hope, and we know
That I am crippled by all that you've done
Into the abyss will I run

Finally he steps up onto the ring apron and then into the ring over the top rope. Finally, he turns and walks towards the ropes, raising both fists in his usual pose as flames burst from the turnbuckles and the lights flash in the rafters. Turning back, he goes to the other side of the ring and does the same, soaking in the cheers from fans. Finally, he lowers his fists and Drako slides into the ring as well, a large grin on his face for what he'd just pulled off

Drako also steps out onto the apron. Let Travis deal with the elder Damone first

the slap rings throughout the arena and the big man's head snaps to the side. Zarel doesn't turn back immediately, taking about two seconds to process that Travis had the audacity to slap him, as if he didn't remember Zarel's beatings in the past. Finally, Zarel does indeed turn back, throwing a right hand at his jaw as he does

one slap is enough. Zarel turns and Travis' hand is flying for his face again. This time, Zarel reaches up to catch his arm and hook it under his own. From here, he would attempt to grab him by the throat with his free hand, then toss him into his team's corner. From there it would truly begin to suck to be Travis as he'd look to lay into him with several right and left body shots

not that Zarel give a damn about a count. Travis pissed him off. But, he's not the only person aching to lay into him, and as such he tags Drako in and steps out onto the apron

Snypa, being the referee, gets in between the boss and Travis, prompting Travis to attempt a thumb to the eye.