*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*
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