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As the three brothers stood in the center of the ring and posed for the cameras, the faintest of breezes began to play in the arena's air. It was just strong enough to lightly brush aside a few strands of hair on some of the audience, most probably didn't even notice it. Those that did probably saw it as the air conditioning turning on the fan out of all the hot air Omega had expelled into the arena. As the thought began to pass through the minds of whoever picked up on the wind, a quiet sound attempted to break through the fans' jeers.

Plop.

Plop.

Plop.

The sound of water drops fell from the ceiling and plopped quietly against the mat. Could anyone hear it? Would Omega, or his brothers? There was no way to tell. Perhaps the ceiling simply had a leak, hopefully it wouldn't interrupt tonight's festivities. Before too long, perhaps as the brothers were finishing their poses, the atmosphere changed.

BOOM!

A sudden shockwave of thunder ripped through the arena like an earthquake, shaking everything within the main room. The lights shook violently, the screens around the room flickered and struggled to maintain their constant picture, the very floor of the room seemed to threaten ripping open. After a single second, the lights gave way, descending the arena into darkness.

With the darkness came a gradual drop in temperature. In the course of a handful of seconds, it must've dropped at least ten degrees, perhaps even more. The breeze from before turned into a gust of wind, just strong enough to be felt by every soul within the arena. It felt like it was only getting stronger, gradually ramping up faster and faster...

And then, everything stopped.

The wind stopped.

The temperature stopped dropping.

The plopping of water drops had even stopped, if anyone had even picked up on it.

The darkness was washed away as well, with the flood lights immediately surging back to life after the bizarre events had taken place.

The first thing fans noticed when the lights turned on was that there weren't three men in the ring anymore.

There were four men.

Now standing behind the three brothers was the man they had dared mock: Matt Shanahan. He stood firm without his trenchcoat or hood, wearing only his black gloves, his black jeans, and the boots underneath each pants leg. In his right hand was the reforged Punk-ville Slugger, with the metal plate holding the pieces together shining bright against the lights. His scarred brow was furrowed, glaring at the back of Omega's head. His lips were pulled into a tight scowl, breaking his normal stone-cold facial expression. By all accounts, The Storm didn't look too happy at all.

And his target? The three men in front of him.

The Storm was ready for an assault, but not from the middle man. As Omega swung for the fences, Matt's instincts kicked in and he did the same; except his swing came in the form of a baseball bat. With the weapon grasped in his right hand, he took a wild swing forward, hoping to bring the weapon right into the path Omega's flying arm!

"COME ON!" Screamed the mighty Storm as Omega fell to a knee, his eyes darting to glare between the two other men. Would they dare challenge the WWF:G Hall of Famer?

The answer was a resounding yes.

Matt's eyes landed on Gamma as the two men jumped into action, and Matt aimed to give him the same exact treatment. As Gamma came in for the lariat, The Storm's own arm went swinging, aiming to collide with the limb!

Regardless of whether or not he made impact, he was hitting the mat. Whether it connected or not, Alpha's chopblock hit its mark, causing The Storm to fall forward as the man dashed by.

The chopblock wouldn't keep The Storm down for longer than a moment, as he was already attempting to push himself back up to his feet. Unfortunately for him, as he rose up to his knees, he was met by the heel of Alpha's foot! The superkick connected, causing Matt to fall backwards and roll onto his side, his hands immediately wrapping around his jaw!

The Storm was met by a sea of fists colliding with his skull, knocking the former Legacy Champion into a dazed state more and more with each punch. But as the fifth one went flying, so did one of Matt's hands; seeing a small window of opportunity, his right hand shot up, aiming to wrap around Alpha's throat and constrict around his windpipe!

After latching his hand around Alpha's throat, The Storm sat up and locked his eyes on the smaller man.

"Little s**t..." He snarled as he attempted to push himself up to his feet, aiming to force Alpha up to his feet as well by keeping his grasp tight around the man's throat!

Should they both rise without any interruption, The Storm would attempt to display his strength to the world and show Alpha the error of his ways, by attempting to sling him straight over the top rope by his throat!

The crowd went wild as they watched Alpha fly over the top rope and crash onto the mats below! One down, two more to go!

After sending Alpha out of the ring, The Storm would back away from the ropes and rub his jaw, still feeling raw from the previous superkick right into his chin. As he got further from the ropes, he'd turn about to search for Omega or Gamma. Had both men remained in the ring since he had been taken down?!