Intercontinental Championship Triple Threat

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Some are Born to fight
Some Are Born to sin
I was born to light the fire
To burn all that you've been
Some are Born to fight
I was Born,I was Born to win!

Evan Bourne appeared at the top of the ramp in his red ring tights and his black "Fly Air Bourne" t-shirt he had modified by cutting off the sleeves. There was a huge, infectious grin on his face as he raised his right arm holding a peace sign in the air.

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Intercontinental Championship! Making his way to the ring from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing 183 lbs, Evan Bourne!"

The crowd cheered as Eva came down the ramp, tagging several hands before sliding under the bottom rope and running across the ring to the corner turnbuckle so he could play to the fans some more.

I come from money
I come from class
These ladies love me, for all my cash
Won't let nobody
spoil my dream
cuz I got money and I can do anything

Ted DiBiase slowly makes his way out to face the crowd. He comes out with his arms spread wide, motioning with his fingers how rich he is.

"Introducing his opponent, from Tampa, FL, weighing in at 210lbs, Ted DiBiase!"

I'm the best you can see in the best you can buy
money on the floor but it reach to the sky
I was born a celebrity
pocket feelin' like a one man treasury!
ha! and it's all about your bank man
you're a one, I'm a Franklin
you got no money, that's a shame when
I could spend a million before my private plane lands
ha, Livin' out your dream
but it all feels average to me
money wins and you know what that mean
I'ma tell you like my dad did me
money tall like a elephant, strong like a veteran
basically I'm a better man
but you already know
cuz the rich get richer that the way it's gotta go!

I come from money
I come from class
These ladies love me, for all my cash
Won't let nobody
spoil my dream
cause I got money and I can do anything

Ted made his way down to the end of the ramp, taking time to taunt the crowd before he does his run, turn, and jump entrance onto the ring apron. He goes to corner and does more taunting to the crowd of how he rich he is, jumping down next to wait for the final participant.

Evan shook his head at Ted's antics and grinned out at the crowd for booing him.

Now listen this aint no make believe
Come on open your eyes and see
Now get up get up and follow me
And Im gonna show you what the future will be

"Introducing the final participant, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 224lbs, he is the Intercontinental Champion, John Morrison!"

Morrison walked out onto the ramp, his left hand buried in the pocket of his long, studded, fur coat; and his eyes covered by the dark studded shades he sported. A smile was glued to his face as he stopped dead center on the ramp.

The fans kicked on, and his coat began to blow in the wind along with his hair. On T.V. he would be in slow motion now He quickly shot one arm up in the air,and with it the IC title flung into the air as it was displayed. After the fireworks finished and the fans kicked off, he swiftly flung the title over his should and made his way down.

To much wasted time your gonna waste no more
Now take this
Now go one
Hey
Hey come on
Im gonna make you beg
Lay down
Yeah uh yeah
Ow

Morison made his way down to the ring slapping a few fans hands as he got closer, stopping to give a young boy his sunglasses. He then ran up the stairs and entered the ring.

He jumped in the corner and posed on the turnbuckle some more with the title, and then jumped down staring down both of his opponents intently.

Ted looked at Evan making a face of disdain. Then he locked at Morrison, locking his eyes on the prize, the Intercontinental Championship.

He watched the ref take it and raise it high, "That's coming home with me." he said to both Evan and Morrison.

Evan snorted. "Whatever! I pinned you on SmackDown, I'll do it again!"

"In your dreams small fry!" he said back.

John just laughed as he loosened up his shoulders by circulating his arms in the air waiting to hear the bell sound.

"It'll be you on dream street before the night is done." Evan shot back, just as the bell finally rang.

Ted looked appalled that Evan was trying to be clever with his insults.

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John chuckled at the two of them trading shots at each other. When the bell rang he was careful to eye each guy in the ring as he moved around to see who would attack first.

Evan really didn't have a personal issue with John, so he target Ted first, charging the son of the Million Dollar man.

Ted wasn't dumb. He figured he'd target the biggest guy first and then save the easiest of "competition" for last. He thought that's what he do, until he saw the little pipsqueak charging for him.

He wasn't prepared for it at all when Evan went after him.

Evan hit him in the chest with a running high knee.

Ted went flying backwards on the ground. It was a heavy hit that felt like all the wind was taken out of him.

John decided to sneak in while Evan was distracted and had taken out Ted. He rushed from behind Evan wrapping his hands around the front of the small superstar before pulling back rolling him up into a pin going for the quick victory.

Evan rolled through the pin before the referee reached a three count, and kicked at Morrison's shin for his trouble.