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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