*The show opened up with Crash MuscleGate's music playing, and the MuscleGang made its way to the ring*

Crash: Ladies, Gentlemen, behold the MuscleGang. Get a good look, because soon, you will never see this sight again!

Liam: Crash! Whatever could you mean?

Frederic: Are you saying that, the MuscleGang will break up?

Crash: Never! What I am saying at the PPV is that the MuscleGang will control all the titles in HAW! I shall be your NEW...HAW World Champion! Frederic St. Pierre will remain your HAW National Champion.

Frederic: Ah, you say that with such confidence. How can that be so?

Crash: Because Frederic will not be defending his title at the PPV! Instead...Frederic St. Pierre and Lovable Liam will win the HAW Tag Team Championship!

Liam: What a splendid idea that is Crash! I could kiss you for that idea!

Crash: Don't improvise Liam, stick to the script! Ahem. For you see, with all the gold, the MuscleGang will be known as the most powerful entity in HAW!

Mr. Lincoln: Pardon me! *Mr. Lincoln came walking out from the back* I have the official contract papers for the tag team match...and you guys aren't on them.

Frederic: Then you shall put us on them!

Mr. Lincoln: I can't do that. Benjamin the Blessed and the Filthy Friar have already signed. Once the O'Toole Brothers sign, it will be official.

Liam: ...Then we challenge the O'Toole Brothers!

Mr. Lincoln: Excuse me?

Liam: If the O'Toole's aren't afraid...they'll put their spot on the line. Frederic and I challenge them to a match tonight.

Mr. Lincoln: I'll leave that up to them. All Rat wants, is a tag team match. The teams themselves....they don't really matter. *Lincoln exited to the back*

Crash: Well it looks like you two just earned yourself a tag shot! The O'Toole's are too dumb to reject, and you guys are too good to lose! Good luck guys! *The MuscleGang went to the back*

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*Backstage, Eagle Beak was walking, when he heard a bunch of arguing. He walked up to find Captain Pie, Jack Trailor, Bigg Pimpin Alex, and Jet Black yelling*

Alex: He can't do that! He has to defend his title!

Jack: So we ain't fighting no one?

Jet Black: This is my life! It is always spiraling out of control! I have no control over my destiny!

Captain Pie: I may need to show that Frenchman a taste of America...with some apple pie!

Eagle Beak: Friends! You must calm down.

Alex: Calm down?! We're going to lose a title shot!

Eagle Beak: But no one ever had a shot...so how can it be lost? I, myself, am interested in the chance of becoming National champion.

Alex: You didn't even do anything! You don't deserve this!

Eagle Beak: I did do something. I went to the proper authorities.....Rat and Mr. Lifeguard. Yet neither seems to care about anything, except for their match against each other. Thus, my plan is to go the wisest of men...The Zaz.

Jack: But...he's in the hospital.

Eagle Beak: He was moved to a hospital closer to home, in California. That is where we are tonight...and it is a short drive away. If you all wish to join me, we can make a case for each of ourselves, in person. Will you join me? *The four looked at each other, then reluctantly nodded. They followed Eagle Beak*

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Edward: Well I'm receiving word, The O'Toole Brothers have accepted the challenge, and that match is next!

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*Backstage, Mitchell Row approached Mr. Lifeguard*

Mitchell Row: ....I'd like to take this opportunity.....and apologize.

Mr. Lifeguard: Apologize?

Mitchell Row: I gravely misjudged you. When you debuted, I thought you were just some punk, trying to mess with people. But I see now that you just wanted to have fun....but it all changed after the attack on your father. I should have stood behind you the whole time. But at the end of the day, the man who I thought was my friend, Rat....he was the true betrayer. I am sorry I didn't see it sooner.

Mr. Lifeguard: Hey man, it's ok. I really appreciate this, honestly. It's been a tough few weeks, but I think things are starting to look up. So just remember, no hard feelings, ok?

Rat: Aww...so nice...*Rat came from behind a corner, smiling* You two are friends now. Happy Smiley Land is so pleased with its increased population!

Mitchell Row: I now know why they call you Rat. You scurry around in the dark like one, afraid of meeting a man.

Rat: That hurts Mitchell. You were a good friend! Why must you direct your hatred towards me?

Mitchell Row: You attacked an innocent old man...heck, you even had El Termitas attacked!

Mr. Lifeguard: And you know something, El Termitas told me he wanted some revenge on the Behemoth....maybe I'll be booking that match tonight.

Mitchell Row: And maybe I'll be in his corner to make sure nothing dirty is tried!

Rat: Or maybe, you'll be too late, since the match is starting now.....The Behemoth versus......The Termite! *Rat laughed and walked away*

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*The five wrestlers had reached the hospital. They were just about to walk in, when they saw Vernon Walters walking out*

Captain Pie: Stop right there!

Vernon: Hah, what are you guys doing here?

Jack: Uhhh...what are we doing here again?

Eagle Beak: We come to see a meeting with The Zaz. And you?

Vernon: Same thing. See, turns out, St. Pierre won his tag match, so he doesn't have to defend his National championship. So I says to Mikey, I say "Hey, how about putting me in a number one contender's match at the PPV? You let me pick my opponent, you can get a free year of complimentary membership at my country club!" Well he couldn't say no, so looks like I'm positioned for a National Championship run!

Alex: Yeah...a real good position...just one question....who are you going to pick?

Vernon: Let's see, there's certainly some good choices, there's....*Vernon noticed that the five other wrestlers had surrounded him* uhhh.......well......I think....all of you! Yeah! All of you, right? Six man match at the PPV! Sounds good, right? Right?!

Eagle Beak: It is a deal. Good luck, Vernon.  *Vernon watched them walk away. He turned around again, only to come face to face with Jet Black*

Jet Black: You're going to get hurt...*He smiled, then also left, Vernon looking very disturbed*

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*Gregory Greystone was in the ring*

Gregory: It is time for our main event....the contract signing between Crash MuscleGate and Oden Schreiner! Let us first introduce the challenger, Crash MuscleGate! *Crash's music played, coming down to a mixed reaction.* And the champion...Oden Schreiner! *Oden came down to cheers, World Championship in tow* Now gentlemen, hear is the contract. What I am told to ask of you two, as moderator, is to please, do not engage in physical contact. Please. It's just a contract signing. So Oden, if you will...*Oden took a clipboard from Gregory, then signed it* Now....Crash....*Crash proceeded to sign his name* Well....that went well! What a wonderful show! Thank you, and good night from- *Gregory was interrupted by Franco Mancini's music, boos coming down. Franco went into the ring, took the contract from Gregory, then also signed it*

Franco: I'm in.

Gregory: Umm...I'm not sure that's how contracts work, and-

Franco: Crash and I had a verbal contract last week. Well those mean nothing. I don't care if he beat me! I still have a rematch clause!

Crash: You can't use your rematch clause! I already used mine!

Franco: How can it be a rematch clause when you never even had a match?!

Crash: Don't start the technical jargon with me!

Franco: Crash, just shut up and listen! You want to know the best way to win the World Championship? It's not going toe-to-toe with Oden Schreiner........it's going hand-in-hand with me...AGAINST Oden Schreiner!

Crash: Hand-in-hand?

Franco: Double team him. That will be our PPV strategy.....and I say we put in a little practice, right now!

*After the match, Crash and Franco celebrated. Oden was still lying in the ring. Franco rolled out of the ring and grabbed two chairs. He threw one to crash*

Franco: Let's finish him! *Franco swung his chair, hitting Oden Schreiner in the back. He repeatedly swung, keep Oden down*

Edward: Well we may need security to break this up! Franco Mancini is viciously assaulting the HAW World Champion! *Franco Mancini put one of the chairs under Oden's head. He looked up at Crash, then pointed at Oden's head*

Franco: Swing it! Swing it now! *Crash raised the chair above his head, looking around reluctantly. Suddenly, the music of Fun Fight Machine hit, and he came running down to the ring*

Edward: Fun Fight Machine! It's Fun Fight Machine! He's back! He's back! *Franco and Crash quickly retreated out of the ring as Fun Fight Machine rushed in. He watched as Franco and Crash backed up the ramp to the back*

Edward: And Fun Fight Machine has saved the day! But why? I expect the answers will come out next week! Good night folks!

*The show started off with just a view of the crowd. The lights in the arena went red, and Oden Schreiner's music started, causing the crowd to erupt. Oden Schreiner made his way down to the ring, belt in hand*

Edward: And here he comes, the new HAW World Champion, Oden Schreiner! I said it once and I'll say it again, it was a dominant performance by Oden at the last PPV!

*Oden Schreiner grabbed a mic with one hand, and raised his belt with the other, more cheers*

Oden: It took half a year...but I think HAW has finally seen its true HAW World Champion! Your world champion isn't an announcer. He isn't an opportunist. He isn't a rookie. Your world champion is a true fighter! I have no problem defending this title! Anyone, anywhere, anytime! I am ready!  *Franco Mancini's music hit, boos coming down, and he walked down to the ring*

Franco: Ya know Oden...I like how you just recapped the history of this world title. That history, it has revolved around me! So I remember everything quite clearly. I was humiliated when a freakin announcer threw me out of the royal rumble. But I came back, and won the title. I was embarrassed, when a rookie showed up, kicked me in the head, and pinned me. But I came back, and won the title. But I think this last time was the worst. You know why? Because I lost my title...and I didn't even get pinned! You have yet to prove, in an actual championship situation, that you can beat me!

Oden: Then I shall prove it now! Let's go! *Franco looked around, hesitating, as the crowd cheered for the fight. Before he could reply, Crash MuscleGate's music hit*

Crash: Now waaaaiiiit just a minute! *Crash started walking down the ring, mic already in hand* Hold up here, let's not get ahead of ourselves! Official HAW business needs to be conducted! *Crash jumped into the ring* Franco, I'm sorry, but....I get first crack at Oden Schreiner. I was supposed to be in the championship match, but I withdrew, thus contractually cementing my status as number one contender for the title.

Franco: ...Ya know what Crash? Good! Because I didn't want to face Oden tonight. I'm using my re-match clause at the next PPV!

Crash: Whoooaa! No you aren't! See, I know what you're thinking. You're afraid of Oden. So you plan to either face me, who you wrongly assume is an easier opponent, OR, you have clearly done your research, and know that Oden is German, and that the next PPV takes place during Oktoberfest, and you're banking on Oden being so drunk that he suffers from dehydration, impaired muscle coordination, and a host of other ailments! Well I'm not going to stand for such cowardice! And this is why it will be I who wrestles for the title at the PPV!

Franco: Crash, to me, it sounds like you're the one who's scared. Why not face Oden tonight?

Crash: Because I've got a training plan I have to keep up with! What if Rocky fought Ivan Drago in the first five minutes of Rocky IV? He would have lost, and we would all be communist! I am fighting for America! *The crowd cheered, with a small U-S-A chant breaking out*

Franco: So you're sinking so low, that you're pandering to these people?!

Crash: U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!

Franco: Coward!

Crash: Snake!

Oden: SHUT UP! NOW! Just fight! Franco vs Crash. Number one contender's match, RIGHT NOW!

Crash: .....Later tonight.

Franco: Yeah, later!

Crash: ...YEAH! Later!

Franco: Later!

Crash: It will be later! So...catch ya....later!

Franco: And I'll see you...later! *The two exited opposite of the rings and walked to the back. Oden's music hit once more, and he posed with the title for the crowd*

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*Gregory Greystone was backstage, drinking some water, when Annie Bonkers ran up to him*

Annie: Gregory!

Gregory: Yes?

Annie: Look, I've had a really rough first month here at HAW...

Gregory: Ummm...I'm not technically on the job, this is my lunch break right now, and-

Annie: I don't care! Look, I heard the company signed another woman. Just go make me a match with her tonight.

Gregory: I don't have that power actually, my job is specifically to-

Annie: Just do it! I need to pick up a victory!

Gregory: Uhh...sure. I'll...get on it!

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*Mr. Lifeguard's music hit, and he came down to the ring*

Mr. Lifeguard: Ladies and Gentlemen....I have some good news. Last week at the PPV, I defeated The Behemoth! *Cheers* But I have even better news than that. It makes my victory look like nothing....today, my father, Mikey Z, has woken up from his coma! *Louder cheers* Now, he's still not feeling the best, and he doesn't think he'll be ready to return to work for a few weeks...so he has officially, and on a temporary basis, granted his 51% of the company...to me, Mr. Lifeguard! So I'm here to restore some order to HAW. In my pocket, I've got a nice pink slip...and I think I know the perfect Behemoth to give it to! So please, good sir, come out, and graciously accept my gift to you! *Lifeguard waited in the ring. After a few moments, Rat's new music hit, a chorus of boos greeting him. Rat walked down to the ring smiling. He entered, then held out his right hand to Lifeguard*

Rat: Hello Mr. Lifeguard! My name is Rat! I believe you and I are now officially business partners! Put 'er there! *Rat remained smiling, hand still out, ready to shake. Lifeguard didn't budge, coldly staring at Rat* Ok, ok! Fair enough. I can see you don't want to work with me....*Rat brought his hand back and turned serious* and I don't want to work with you...or for that matter, your idiot father. *Lifeguard took a step towards Rat, but Rat stepped back* Hold up, this is purely business here. I mean, how bad would it look if the majority owner of a company just assaulted the minority owner? Terrible headlines...jail time..things like that could sink a company into the ground.

Mr. Lifeguard: Rat, I am sick of your attitude. I once thought you were a great wrestler. But now...I'm happy my father fired you!

Rat: You really shouldn't be. I mean, just think...I work years to return, and in a few months, I'm out of the company. I'm the biggest name here, yet daddy just tosses me aside. So I'm stuck at home, doing nothing...nothing but thinking about how I can get revenge. So you know what I did?

Mr. Lifeguard: Got my father thrown off a building!

Rat: Of course not! How dare you accuse me of something like that. You think I would be evil enough to buy up this company, hire someone to throw an elderly man off the building, and then take control? Of course not! You see Lifeguard, the official story is, I lost my feelings of revenge, and decided to help your father financially by buying a minority of his company. Then, in his dementia, he ended up on a roof top, and my friend The Behemoth tried to talk him into remaining calm, yet your father fell off! The Behemoth tried to grab him, but it was too late!

Mr. Lifeguard: My father didn't jump off!

Rat: Well I got a hold of his medical records today, and he has no memory of the incident, so it's a shame his story won't hold up. But now it turns out....you're in charge. That's really amazing. Mr. Lifeguard, majority owner of HAW. It sounds so terrible to say! So I want to offer you a business deal. Next PPV....you and me. One on One. Winner....gets 100% of the company.

Mr. Lifeguard: Rat, I can't risk my father's company.

Rat: Of course. Fair enough. I mean, we all know you don't take risks. You've never won a championship...never been a go-to guy. You've really been a disappointment. Completely failing to live up to what your father was. Parents just love to see their kids succeed, to be better than them...but you're right. It's OK. You fit the role perfectly of the son who fails to make his father proud. *Rat started to walk away*

Mr. Lifeguard: ...FINE! FINE! You want your match? You got it!

Rat: Good choice Lifeguard. I look forward to our future business dealings. *Rat left the ring, smiling, leaving Lifeguard angry*

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*Backstage, Jack Trailor was walking around*

Bigg Pimpin Alex: Look who it is! The idiot himself! *Jack Trailor turned around, and saw Alex*

Jack: You....are a bad.

Alex: Jack, I'm just a smart. And I can't help it if in your eyes, that makes me a bad.

Jack: You lied to me! You beat me! You made people sad!

Alex: Listen bro, if it wasn't going to be me taking advantage of you, it was going to be someone else.

Jack: You....are a bad guy!

Captain Pie: Wherever there is a bad guy, always look for Captain Pie! *Captain Pie jumped into view*

Alex: ....So what do you want?

Pie: My pumpkin taste buds are going crazy! I seem to be feeling some sort of...of...plan forming in Bigg Pimpin Alex's head! A plan to take out Jack Trailor again...and declare yourself the #1 contender for the HAW National Title!

Alex: That's...not even the slightest bit true! Of course not! I would never attack Jack!

Pie: You may say that with your words....but can you explain....why Jessie Parran is above us with a net?! *The camera panned up, and Jessie Parran was on a pathway above, holding a net*

Jessie: Ahh! *Jessie ran away with the net*

Alex: Ok! Fine! So that was my plan! But you know what? I deserve to be the number one contender!

Pie: Maybe you do...and maybe Jack Trailor deserves it...or maybe even...Captain...Pie!

Jet Black: None of you deserve it! None of you! *Jet Black approached them* You think it's great being champion? It's not. Only someone like me deserves a shot at that title. Because when you're champion, the pressure is on you....every day....you just feel the stress....it eats you inside, as every agonizing second feels like a lifetime! Your only relief is when you wrestle, when you feel another man slamming you, that pain rips through your body, and you sigh in relief, knowing that for once, the pain is physical, and not eternal torment of your very soul!

*The three stared at Jet Black*

Jack: Sole? ....If I won, I could afford some new shoes...no more foot pain, like ya said!

Alex: And if I won, I would just add it to my collection of gold! And that's what I want! That's what I need!

Captain Pie: If I won, I would show the world what true heros can accomplish!

Jet Black: If I won, my pain would increase, and I would be the greater man for it!

*Gregory Greystone approached them*

Gregory: Hey! Quit your arguing!  You guys settle this in the ring in a tag match. Pie and Jack, Alex and Jet!

Alex: Since when do you have power to make matches?

Gregory: Do it now! GO! *The four quickly ran off. Greg nodded, looking proud. An arm suddenly went around his shoulder, and he looked up to see Rat*

Rat: Nice match you just made.

Gregory: Oh, thank you...

Rat: So how long have you had the authority to make matches?

Gregory: I..uhh...well, you see...uhh..

Rat: You don't, right?

Gregory: ...N-no sir...

Rat: Thus....from now on...you won't be making matches, right?

Gregory: Correct!

Rat: Good boy. *Rat patted Gregory on the back and walked away*

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*Backstage, the O'Toole Brothers were in their locker room, when Mr. Lincoln approached them*

Lincoln: Ah, Fergus, Sean! Just who I needed to see.

Sean: Us? What do you want from us?

Lincoln: Well, you're one of the established tag teams here in HAW, along with the Holy Duo....Rat had ordered a pair of tag team titles made....but they don't have a holder. So how about you two against the Holy Duo, next PPV, for the titles?

Fergus: I think Sean and I would quite like that idea.

Lincoln: Great. I'll go prepare the papers...you guys to sign next week!

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*Mr. Lifeguard was backstage, when the lawyer, Mr. Lincoln, approached him*

Mr. Lifeguard: What do you want?! You've got people thinking I ordered an attack on my own father!

Mr. Lincoln: In that case, you should be happy to see me. Tonight, HAW's minority owner will be revealed. He's going to come down for your match with The Behemoth. He'll want to keep an eye on things.

Mr. Lifeguard: I don't care what he wants. Tonight is about revenge. Tonight, I will show the world-

Gregory: Lifeguard! Lifeguard! *Gregory Greystone came running up* The Behemoth! He just went crazy backstage! Quick! *Lifeguard followed Gregory through the arena*

Lifeguard: Get the doctors! Get the doctors! Turn the cameras off, give him privacy! Now!

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*Elsewhere in the arena, Jack Trailor approached Annie Bonkers*

Jack: Hello.

Annie: Oh...you...I was wondering if you'd be able to find the arena...

Jack: I'm really sorry about last week. Alex was just really kind. I thought he was a new person, so I trusted him.

Annie: And you left me to get attacked by them...

Jack: Well now I know. Don't trust them. We got a tag match against them. We will win. I believe in you. Just like you said you believe in me.

Annie: Well I don't anymore! I just want to get tonight over with! *Jack looked sad, but nodded. The two walked away to go to their match*

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*Liam was in the locker room, warming up with Crash*

Crash: Now side stretch! 1....2.....3.....*The door burst open, and Frederic St. Pierre came in*

Frederic: CHAMPION! I am STILL the HAW National Champion! Me! Frederic St. Pierre!

Crash: The best National Champion we've ever seen!

Frederic: Merci! Merci!

Crash: You know what's going to make tonight even better? When Liam wins the HAW World Championship! Forget all this talk about minority and majority owners! By the end of the night, it will be the MuscleGang who is in control of HAW!

Liam: Group hug time! *The three embraced, then cheered!

Crash: Go win that title Liam!

Frederic: Make us proud!

Liam: I'm certain I will! See you guys after the match!

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*Mr. Lifeguard was outside the entrance curtain, jumping up and down and getting ready*

Hawaii: There he is! Mr. Lifeguard! Ready for his big match!

Mr. Lifeguard: Not now Hawaii. I'm focused.

Hawaii: On what? Your big speech? I can see it now...You're in the ring...The Behemoth is in the ring...we wait for the mysterious owner to be revealed...and you smile and raise Behemoth's hand!

Mr. Lifeguard: I'm doing one thing to The Behemoth...and that's punishing him. Just sit back and watch. *Lifeguard's music played*

*After the match, Frederic grabbed a microphone*

Frederic: No one can beat me! Your HAW National Champion, Frederic St. Pierre! Merci! Merci! *Fred began to exit the ring, when Edward Findleton grabbed a microphone*

Edward: Fred! Fred! I have just been told to deliver this message to you... Next week at the PPV, you will be defending your title against...Jet Black! ...And Captain Pie....and Eagle Beak! *The crowd cheered, leaving Frederic enraged*

Frederic: Non! Non! It is not possible! It is not possible!

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*Mr. Lifeguard was backstage in the locker room with some of the other wrestlers. There was a knock on the dressing room door, and a man in a suit entered*

Mr. Lifeguard: Hey, who are you? This is for wrestler's only!

Man: My name is Mr. Lincoln. I am the new lawyer that has been hired by HAW.

Mr. Lifeguard: I didn't hire you.

Lincoln: Of course not. You don't have the authority to hire me.

Mr. Lifeguard: My father is the owner of this company!

Lincoln: Your father is comatose. Thus, control of the company goes to the 49% owner of HAW.

Mr. Lifeguard: You're joking, right?

Lincoln: I'm afraid not. In an amazing coincidence, a person, who wishes to remain anonymous, became HAW's minority owner, right before your father had his tragic accident.

Mr. Lifeguard: So this person...he's behind this whole thing? He attacked my father to gain control of the company?!

Lincoln: Of course not. A man known only as The Behemoth attacked your father. Now, being a generous man, and knowing how much you want to avenge your father...the minority owner booked a match at the PPV next week. Mr. Lifeguard vs The Behemoth. Good luck. I hope you don't end up like your father. *Mr. Lincoln left the locker room*

Hawaii: Bravo! Amazing performance!

Mr. Lifeguard: What?

Hawaii: You're sick. Really twisted, you know? Just something not right up there...even I wanted go this far to cover up an attack on my own father! I love it!

Mr. Lifeguard: I am NOT the one behind all of this!

Mitchell Row: Sure seems like you could be...being 49% owner...you would be the logical person, no?

Mr. Lifeguard: It's not me! Why can't you guys see that?! *El Termitas rose from his seat, and stood next to Lifeguard*

El Termitas: Hey! If Lifeguard says it wasn't him, it wasn't him. Just take his word on it, ok? *El Termitas walked away, leaving Lifeguard quizzical*

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*Jessie and Bigg Pimpin Alex were in the ring*

Jessie: Last week, Alex suffered one of the most....humiliating losses of his career. And it had nothing to do with a lack of talent! It had 100% to do, with an annoying little brat sticking her nose where it didn't belong! Annie Bonkers! Get out here now! We were supposed to have a mixed tag match at the PPV...but we want it right now! *Annie Bonkers came out to the ring, nodding and accepting the challenge. She waited in her corner, and Jack Trailor's music played. After a few seconds, nobody came out, and the music stopped. Annie looked around, and Alex grabbed a mic*

Alex: Oh...forgot to mention one little detail. I caught up to Jack last week to congratulate him on his victory. I told him good job, and that he deserved a big reward! Not a little reward like a first class plane ticket...I told him he deserved a the special...economy class plane ticket! But, silly me! I must have accidentally booked Jack Trailor on a flight to the opposite side of the country! Looks like you don't have a partner Annie...so let's just have ourselves a handicap match!

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*Oden Schreiner walked up to Franco Mancini backstage*

Oden: Franco! I look forward to our match tonight.

Franco: Me too Oden. Now, remember that deal I offered you last week? Well how about this. Suppose I triple-

Oden: No. There will never be a deal! I will fight for the championship next week! I may not win, but that is why tonight is so important! I want to show the world, one on one...that I am better than you! Without your gimmicks, you are nothing! You stand no chance!

Franco: As long as I'm champion, I've always got a chance. *The two men stared at each other, then turned and went their seperate ways*