*The show opens up with Franco Mancini in the ring, HAW World Championship belt around his waist*

Franco: Welcome everybody, to HAW! We got a great show for you tonight! ....Remember when you heard that every week? And then you would hear the horrible lines..."I am your HAW champion, Edward Findleton?" How terrible was that? An announcer was champ! But not no more. Now, a proud company man....a Self-Made Man...is champ. It coulda, nah, it SHOULDA happened a month ago, if that little twerp just played smart and decided to give me the title. But no, he didn't. He was greedy, and didn't look out for his best interest. So I eliminated him. And that's going to happen to every other wrestler in HAW! No one will ever take away what I just earned! No one!

*Rat's music hits, and he comes out to a huge pop*

Rat: So, Franco Mancini. You're the new HAW World Champion. Congrats man, congrats. So uhh...what were you saying before I came out? Something about eliminating all the other wrestlers in the company? Did I hear that correctly?

Franco: Rat, you don't scare me. But I'm not going to go after you yet. You're no longer main event material. I'll take care of you on my own, some other time. HAW is a young promotion. It's growing, and I talked a little business with our owner. And he said-

Rat: I heard about this, yeah. I gave the company line a call myself. You talked yourself into getting to pick who you want to face at the next pay per view. Pretty slick. But I did a bit of schmoozing of my own. And if you're going to have a young gun rise to the occasion, why, he needs a veteran to pass the torch!

Franco: I've lit my own torch! I don't need a veteran! I am NOT choosing you!

Rat: Well, it's between me and Vernon Walters. And guess what? Despite the fact I'm still recovering from my match last week, I'm going one on one with him, tonight! So consider it a bit of a scouting assignment, ok? Have fun, Franco!

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*Edward Findleton was at the announcer's desk at ringside*

Edward: To the viewers at home...I'd like to take this moment now to get something off my chest. As we saw earlier, I am no longer your HAW World Champion....but this is not my fault....I lost the match because of two people. El Termitas, and Gregory Greystone! First off, what on earth was El Termitas thinking?! He can't just run in and interfere in a match! It throws off my concentration! And speaking of concentration, Greystone...he doesn't have any! His phone goes off in the middle of the match and he ANSWERS it?! What kind of announcer does that?! Does he have any professional qualities? I swear, I will-

*The camera cuts to Gregory Greystone backstage, holding a note*

Gregory: Excuse me. I have just been passed a note...it reads.....It reads that El Termitas will have to face...Bigg Pimpin Alex, tonight, as punishment for his interference in the title match last week.......*Gregory looked down and sighed, then walked off camera*

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*Backstage in a little gym area, Crash MuscleGate was running on a treadmill. Lovable Liam entered, then got on a treadmill next to him*

Liam: ...Hey...

Crash: No time for talking! It can ruin my cardio!

Liam: Well actually Crash....I was thinking...I may need a bit of help from you. *Crash stopped his treadmill*

Crash: This better be important. Interrupting a work out is never good!

Liam: After my match with Oden Schreiner...I saw how....weak I was. I couldn't lift him. I could do nothing to him. Crash, you're the most in shape guy I know. I was wondering if you can help me get strong...muscular arms like yours.

Crash: You going to pay me?

Liam: Handsomely.

Crash: ...Deal. But if you complain, you're out of here.

*At that point, Frederic St. Pierre walked up*

Frederic: Deux perdants...typical Americans. Tonight, I will face Oden Schreiner. And I will show that France can beat Germany on her own! *St. Pierre walked away*

Lovable Liam: I hope he wins.

Crash: I hope he loses.

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*Backstage, Gregory Greystone was standing in the locker room with all the wrestlers*

Gregory: Umm...everyone? I just received word that there will be a four way match added to the card, next. It will be for the HAW National Championship. The following wrestlers are being asked to participate in it....Rex Walsh....Captain Pie....Jack Trailor....and Jet Black. Please make your way to the ring, thank you. *The four stood up, while some of the other wrestlers looked mad, not being picked*

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*Edward Findleton ran up to Gregory Greystone backstage, out of breath*

Edward: Greg! You....*gasp* you announced the last match. Where did you get that information from?

Gregory: In my ear piece. I just said what I was told.

Edward: How do I get in contact with whoever made that match?

Gregory: I don't know.

Edward: Who made the match?

Gregory: I don't know.

Edward: How am I going to get my championship matches called off?!

Gregory: I don't know.

Edward: You're useless! Some backstage reporter you are! *Edward ran off, back to the commentary area*

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30 Second Hype Video!

*The show opens up with Crash MuscleGate in the ring*

Crash: Ahem! I would like all of you to rise, and applaud the most fit man in the HAW, Crash MuscleGate! *The crowd booed* That is not the type of reaction I deserve! I deserve applause! I am EASILY the biggest star in here! I am EASILY the most talked about wrestler! So let's try that again on the count of three! 1....2....

*Rat's music comes on, and the crowd cheer. Rat makes his way down to the ring*

Crash: Quit interrupting me! I reserve this time for me! Not for old men like you!

Rat: Crash, people don't want to hear you speak. And honestly, it has nothing to do with your personality. The simple fact is, nobody likes to listen to a loser!

Crash: Oh, so you're calling a man who has never been pinned a loser?!

Rat: Did you win the royal rumble match? No! Did you win last week's triple threat? No! What does that make you? A loser!

Crash: All it does is make me an underdog! I can't help it if I was the first HAW wrestler in the rumble! And I can't help it if some French sissy decides to suck!

Rat: You easily could have broken up that pin. You were just afraid. You knew you could never beat me!

Crash: That's wrong! I can wipe the floor with you! You'll be gasping for breath by the time our match is over!

Rat: Well I'm happy you mentioned "our" match...because I was just told in the back...that you and me are having a one on one match! And I want it to be tonight! *The crowd cheered*

Crash: Wait! Wait! Hold up! I visited my doctor today. And he said it would not be in my best interest to have a third consecutive match, as it can cause possible permanent muscle damage! So I have been medically cleared for the night off!

Rat: Sure, you can make up whatever excuses you want. I don't mind waiting until next week at the pay-per-view. See you then!

Crash: Wait! One more time, Wait! Since I knew I wouldn't be competing tonight, and I knew someone would want revenge...I got a match booked for tonight. You versus Frederic St. Pierre!

Rat:  That doesn't phase me a bit. But Crash, you should know that the beating I give Frederic is going to be nothing compared to what I give you. *Rat dropped the mic and walked off*

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*Backstage, Edward Findleton was warming up when Gregory Greystone came over*

Gregory: Edward, tonight you have your first singles match against the Red Jobber. Are you prepared?

Edward: Greg, as HAW Champion, I am always prepared. I wanted to make sure that the match was clean and fair. That's why I'm going to have a special guest referee tonight...El Termitas! Termitas, come over here! *El Termitas walked into view with a ref shirt on*

El Termitas: I just want to say that after tonight, Edward will believe in himself. Once he sees he can beat a wrestler, he'll be able to see himself beating anybody. This confidence will allow him to beat Franco Mancini next week! I believe! Do you, Gregory?

Gregory: Well, Franco Mancini is a very experienced wrestler. I mean, even the Red Jobber has experience doing independent wrestling, while Edward-

Termitas: Ok, ok. You don't believe. But after tonight, you, and everyone else, will believe in Findleton!

Edward: Yeah! Believe in me! HAW Champion! See you out there on commentary, Greg!

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*Oden Schreiner was walking backstage. He got to a door labelled "Lovable Liam" and started banging on it*

Oden: LIAM! LIAM! OPEN! OPEN!

Liam: *From inside* It's unlocked... *Oden opened the door and walked in. The lights were dimmed, with a disco ball spinning around. Lovable Liam was lying on a love seat*

Oden: I beat Benjamin! That means we get a match! YOU! ME! NOW!

Liam: That's a very rude way of going about things. Here, sit down next to me. *Liam moved his legs so Oden could sit down. Oden stared at him, not moving* ...Fine! *Liam stood up* Ok Oden. It's like this. Benjamin was upset that I got you to beat him up. So him and the Filthy Friar started threatening me! Do you believe that? So like, next thing I know, I was booked in a handicap match! But I said "Well shouldn't I get a tag team partner?" and they said it can only be a tag team if you're my partner! So if you're my partner, we can have our match next week!

Oden: That was not part of the original deal!

Liam: Well it's part of the new deal, see? If you don't do this, I'll just walk out on our one on one match, and you can win by count out. But you don't want that, right? I thought so. So let's go have a great match...partner! *Liam smiled and walked away, Oden still looking furious*

*The show opens up with Edward Findleton in the ring, mic in hand*



Edward: Hello everybody, and welcome to HAW! What a show we have tonight, as we celebrate the reign of the first ever HAW World Champion...ME! Edward Findleton! That is right, your favorite announcer is officially the number one wrestler in the company! When I ran down to the ring during the royal rumble, I didn't hear cheers...and I didn't hear boos. I heard laughter! All of you were laughing at me! You thought I couldn't do it! I was the comedy entrant! Well who's laughing now? Who's getting two pay checks? Who is going down in history as the first ever world champion? Not any of you! Me! Not anyone in the back! Me! It's all about me! Hahaha!

*The music of Franco Mancini hits. The crowd boos him, and he walks down to the ring looking none too pleased*

Franco: Edward...Edward...I think you need to calm down a bit. You're over reacting. Yeah, I see that title you got there. Looks really good from here, don't you think? But you see...you didn't really win it. You didn't earn your title. All you did was get lucky. You ain't nothin but a little fluke, and deep down, you know that. With all that being said, I got a bit of an offer I'd like to take you up on. See, I was the final elimination, and honestly, I was the final wrestler! So my offer is simple. Since I should be the rightful world champion, why not just relinquish that belt to me?

Edward: ...And what I don't?

Franco: I think...*Franco cracked his knuckles* it would be really wise....for you to give me that title. We don't want any..."accidents" to leave you out of a job, right?

Edward: Well...I...I...

*El Termitas music starts, and he runs down to the ring*

Termitas: Hey! Hold up! Hold up! I don't think this is what the people want to see. They don't want to see someone given a championship, right? *The crowd boos* See? They want to see someone earn the title! Franco, I know how upset you are to fall short. Edward eliminated me during the rumble as well! But that doesn't mean you can just use scare tactics to get your own way! Franco, why not earn yourself a titleshot...and take me on in a number one contender's match, tonight?  *Cheers*

Franco: You're nothing but a little bug, Termitas. I'll crush you tonight...and then I'll crush Edward! *Franco throws his mic down and walks to the back while Termitas shakes the hand of Edward Findleton*

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*Backstage, Crash MuscleGate was at a podium, conducting a press conference*

Crash: Hello everybody. I see all of you are looking great today. Except you, Bill. You need to lay off burgers! If I wasn't already booked with clients, I'd offer you my services, but it looks like you'll need to find some other trainer! But enough about you. I called this press conference today to let everyone know that there was only one true story to come out of last week's royal rumble match. The big story isn't about how some out of shape loser won the title. The story is how I entered the rumble at fifth, and with my world class endurance, I managed to survive six minutes and forty five seconds! No one lasted longer than I did! If I wasn't stuck at entering at number five, I would without a doubt be the winner!

*There was noise heard from behind the camera, and the reporters turned around*

Crash: What are you doing here?! This is my press conference!

*Coming into view was Rat, he jumped up on the stage*

Rat: Crash, I was contacted by HAW to come wrestle for them. After being away from the States for nearly fifteen years, I decided to make my return. And all I got was couple of seconds in that ring, thanks to you. Good job Crash, you threw me over a rope. But you could never beat me in a one on one fight.

Crash: Rat, I can easily match up against you! EASILY! You're nothing but an old man! Pretty soon, you'll be coming down to the ring in a wheel chair!

Rat: No. After our match, it will be YOU who will be needing the wheel chair! *Rat and Crash got close to each other, staring each other down. Out of nowhere, a trash can is smashed over both of their heads, and they fall to the ground. Frederic St. Pierre is up on the podium, then gives each of the men another attack with the can. He then walks over to the microphone*

Frederic: Let us make this match...a triple threat match. If there was one MVP in the royal rumble, it was moi. And if there was one veteran robbed of his chance at glory, it was moi. I shall be waiting out in the ring for you two. Merci!

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*Backstage, Oden Schreiner was with by backstage interviewer Gregory Greystone*

Gregory: Oden, many had picked you as the favorite to win the royal rumble. I understand that you've wanted to speak your mind on what you felt what went wrong during that match?

Oden: What went wrong? WHAT WENT WRONG?! Nothing went wrong!

Gregory: But....you were eliminated.

Oden: I was not eliminated! I was not attacked and thrown over the rope! I just...I just tripped!

Liam: Hah! A trip! *Lovable Liam enters from the side* That's what you call it? Pleeaaase! You just hate that a tall, big, muscular man like yourself got tricked by someone like me. You run at me, I pull the rope down, and woooop! Away you go!

Oden: It is cowardly!

Liam: Nah, it's just smart! So listen up big boy...I know you really want to get your hands on me...but that's going to have to wait. I mean, I don't have to go head to head with you if I don't want to....but I sorta do. *Liam winked* This is what's going to go down. I don't like that Benjamin the Blessed eliminated me. So if you can just go out there and beat him, we can have our match, got it?

Oden: I crush him, then I can crush you?

Liam: Exactly!

Oden: Then it will be done! *Oden stormed off to prepare for his match. Liam looked at Gregory*

Liam: So how are you doing?

Gregory: Uhh, I'm sending it back to Edward! Take it away!

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BONUS: Royal Rumble Debut Match!