*After the match, Bigg Pimpin Alex took a mic*

Alex: My name is Bigg Pimpin Alex. This here is my girl, Jessie. We know our way around the streets. We know our away around the locker room. And we know our way around the ring! And neither of us are going to be happy...until we get our gold! *Alex threw the mic down, then walked to the back with Jessie*

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*Backstage, Rat was on the phone*

Rat: I don't know what it meant, I've been trying to figure that out all week! *Mikey Z walked by*...I'll call you back in a bit. I may have found my answer. *Rat hung up and rushed over to Mikey Z*  Hey! What's the big idea here?

Mikey Z: Oh, you heard? Humongous match tonight! Rat, Oden Schreiner, and El Termitas versus the Muscle Gang, in a tornado tag match! How about that for a main event?

Rat: I don't care about the main event. The message last week. You run this show, and you had to approve the "I hope you didn't forget" message going onto the big screen! What's the meaning of that?!

Mikey Z: Ah yes, that. Well...it turns out, you have an enemy, so I signed him to a contract. Next PPV, Rat vs a mystery man, in a loser leaves HAW steel cage match!

Rat: You're putting me in a match that could cost me my career, against a person I can't even prepare against?!

Mikey Z: Fair is fair. *Mikey Z walked away, leaving Rat fuming*

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*Backstage, Fun Fight Machine was sitting when Franco Mancini walked up to him*

Franco: Yo! Fun Fight Machine, right? *Fun Fight Machine looked at him and nodded* Nice, the name's Franco, Franco Mancini. You're going to be facing me for the HAW World Championship. *Franco held out his hand and shook it*

Fun Fight Machine: I am honored you have chosen me to be your opponent. I wish you great luck, and that the most virtuous warrior emerges with the win.

Franco: Same to you my friend! In fact, I want our match to be filled with so much virtue, I've decided to act in the most sportsmanlike way I can, and decided to help you!

Fun Fight Machine: Help...me?

Franco: Yeah! I want you to be on top of your game. I want you to have wrestling experience, to be prepared for anything. So I begged and pleaded, and got you in a match tonight against the Filthy Friar! Isn't that great?

Fun Fight Machine: I...cannot thank you enough for this. But, I must go and perform my pre-match ritual. I wish to be alone now.

Franco: Heh heh, of course...of course. *Franco grinned and walked away*

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*Backstage, the Muscle Gang was in their locker room*

Crash: Why are they putting all these matches together? Every single week! It's not fair! The three of us are setting examples to society, showing what the average man is capable with a hard work out routine! Yet every week, it's us against some weird muscle freak! And now we have to face two of them?

Liam: But aren't we handsome muscle freaks to El Termitas?

Crash: No, because he's a small freak! Every week, freak after freak!

Frederic: Crash, calm down. This situation, it reminds me of a saying we have in France...Il faut casser le noyau pour avoir l'amande..You need to break the shell to have the almond. You see, these are just shells we are facing.

Liam: Frederic is right. What we want, is El Termitas's almond.

Crash: I don't know what you two are talking about. But I don't like this situation, so I think we should just go and pound the hell out of all of them! Let's show them what the Muscle Gang is all about!

Eagle Beak: This year, I was given a great opportunity. An opportunity to sign with a huge wrestling promotion and tour the land. I humbly accepted that offer. I debuted in the royal rumble match. Since then, I have only wrestled in non-televised matches. I am being held down! It is time- *Eagle beak is cut off by Rat's music*

*After the match, Rat hit the Samoan Drop on Eagle Beak again, still looking furious. Suddenly, the lights in the arena turned cyan, and a message appeared on the big screen*

*Rat stared at it puzzled, then left the ring and went to the back*
Edward: "I hope you didn't forget?" What can that mean?!

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*Backstage, The Zaz was in his office, when Franco Mancini entered with the HAW World Championship*

Mikey Z: Franco! Congratulations on retaining your title!

Franco: Shut up old man. I know what you wanted. You wanted your big investment, Rat, to win the championship. I can see it in your face, you're disappointed. But here I am, still HAW World Champion.

Mikey Z: Franco, I'm impartial as to who wins the match. My only goal is to give the people what they want to see. What they see now, is a dominant, established champion. A man who has to be taken serious. That's how they see you. So what they want to see...is an underdog defeat you.

Franco: So what are you going to do? Somehow say that since Oden Schreiner's partner got pinned the other night, he's a terrible wrestler and that I should face him?

Mikey Z: I'm not into those type of games, Franco. Your choices for opponents this month is simple. *Mikey held out two contracts, labeled A and B* You can either choose Wrestler A, the Blue Jobber, a life long wrestler who has never won a match...or Wrestle B, a young mystery opponent who has never wrestled a match in his life.

Franco: So...my choices are some average joe, and an experienced wrestler? Fine, i'll take the schmuck.

Mikey Z: Franco, they've got a match coming up. It would be wise to scout your opponents.

Franco: Get it through your thick skull! I want the no namer! *Franco grabbed contract B, then signed his name* You better picking out next month's challengers as well, this title match is already over! *Franco left the room, leaving Mikey Z to shake his head*

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*Backstage, Gregory Greystone was interviewing Crash MuscleGate, Lovable Liam and Frederic St. Pierre*

Gregory: Crash, I'm told you have an announcement?

Crash: That's right Gregory. The three of us, we've been working pretty well as a team, handing Oden Schreiner his first lost. And it's thanks to my fitness program I've put us on! So don't refer to us by each of our names...call us.....The MuscleGang!

Gregory: Ok, so MuscleGang. You mentioned how you've been working well together, what are your future plans?

Crash: Our future plans is for one of us to become HAW World Champion! Unfortunately for us, that old-out-of-shape geezer didn't include any of us as a potential contender! So we have to go for the next best thing, and that's the HAW National Championship.

Frederic: Écoutez-moi. The HAW National Championship needs...prestige. El Termitas vs Jet Black on a PPV? No one wanted to see that. It was a waste of everybody's time. I am certain that the world wants one of us three to hold that title, not El Termitas.

Liam: And another thing. A mask? Hellllloooo! If you're a champion, that means you're representing this company. We don't have time for ugly people hiding behind masks. *At that point, El Termitas walked up behind the three of them, unbeknownst to them* If you're going to be a champion, you need to look good doing it! It's like he has no fashion sense at all!


*El Termitas put his arms around the three of them*


El Termitas: Hey Fellas! Heard you talking about me! You know, earlier in the day, Oden Schreiner asked me to be his partner in tonight's tag match against two of you guys...I think I'll take him up on that offer. *Crash pushed Termitas away*


Crash: Whatever Termitas. We don't care. Tonight, Fred and Liam are totally going to knock you out!


El Termitas: I can't wait to see you try. *Termitas walked off*

Edward: Welcome everybody to the PPV! We've got a great show tonight, so I hope you all enjoy! Let's get the action started with out first match, Crash MuscleGate, Lovable Liam and Frederic St. Pierre vs Oden Schreiner and the O'Toole Brothers!

Edward: Wow, what a match! Well next month, we've got another PPV coming up, check out this advertisement for- ...Wait! I'm getting word! I'm getting word the owner is here! Finally! Who will it be?! Can't we push the advertisement to a later time in-

Edward: We're back! The owner is heading to the ring now! Who is it?!

Edward: It's Mikey Z, The Zaz! World Champion wrestler and surfer from the 1960's and 70's! Oh, this is wonderful!


*Mikey Z waited for the crowd to stop cheering, then took the mic*

Mikey Z: It's good to see some people still remember me! I was a bit worried, because back when I wrestled, surfing meant going to catch some waves, and not going to the information super highway! Haha! But I digress! Now, when I started Hazardous Awesome Wrestling, I hadn't been part of an organization in some capacity for quite a few years. And I said, "Hey, I've got the resources, why not get back to something I love doing, and entertain you fans?" Of course, none of you want to see me wrestle now! But I'm confident that we've got a great group of wrestlers who will keep everyone happy!

Edward: Excuse me! *Edward had grabbed a microphone and went into the ring* Zaz! How's it going? *Edward extended his hand, and Mikey Z shook it* So, I know you've been following the product closely...and...I think we can both agree there's some problems with HAW.

Mikey Z: Of course! Do you realize how terrible it is for business when an out-of-shape announcer becomes your world champion? *The crowd cheered, and Edward simply nodded*

Edward: Well, of course, but I did earn that. But that's besides the point! I meant with...Gregory Greystone. I mean, this is HAW! And it's run by THE greatest world champion in the history of professional wrestling, The Zaz! So why do we have someone as unprofessional and pathetic as Gregory Greystone employed?

Mikey Z: I know you've been wanting to talk to me Edward. And I'll say this: Gregory Greystone is a fine backstage reporter. And you, are a fine announcer. Let's leave it at that, ok?

Edward: No, see, I think that-

Mikey Z: We will leave it at that! *Mikey Z stared down Edward*

Edward: ...Right...of course sir, yes.

Mikey Z: But that being said, I know you two don't like each other....so let's settle this once and for all, and have our HAW National Championship match between Jet Black and El Termitas!

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*Backstage, Mitchell Row was walking when he saw a woman come out of the locker room of Bigg Pimpin Alex*

Mitchell Row: Um...excuse me ma'am...who are you?

Woman: Oh, I'm Alex's girl. Name's Jessie. Jessie Parran

Mitchell Row: Huh, I didn't know he had a girlfriend...well, tell him I wish him luck in our match tonight!

Jessie: The only person who's going to need luck, is you.

Mitchell: Thank you, I appreciate you wishing me the same! I'll see you out there, Jessie!

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*Franco Mancini was backstage with a microphone in hand*

Franco: It is time! The main event is seconds away! Who will I face? Will it be Rat? Will it be Vernon Walters? The world is dying to know! Well, my choice is clear, and it's-

*Mikey Z stepped into the frame*

Mikey Z: Franco, you can't make the choice.

Franco: ...Yes, I can. It's in my contract!

Mikey Z: It's too late now. All matches must be finalized and approved prior to the start of the event. Now, I didn't know who you wanted to face, Rat or Vernon. I certainly didn't want to make you mad and pick the wrong one....so I did the fairest possible thing...and decided you shall defend your title against both Rat and Vernon Walters! *The crowd cheers, and Mikey Z walks away, leaving Franco looking at his title very nervously*