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!
*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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