*The camera faded in to show Gregory Greystone, backstage*

Gregory: I'm here with my guest at this time...Athena.

*Athena walked into the shot*

Gregory: Athena, you're just seconds away from this handicap match against The Behemoth. Are you nervous?

Athena: Maybe a little. The Behemoth has done some damage to people in his short wrestling career. The Zaz, Annie Bonkers, and many others. But at the same time, I feel strangely confident.

Gregory: Because of your partner?

Athena: Exactly. Win or lose, I can't wait to see Rat's face after this match.

Gregory: I'm getting the signal that you're up next! Good luck Athena!

Athena: Thanks Gregory. *Athena walked off*

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Edward Findleton: I'm getting word...there's some developing action going on backstage! We've got a camera on the scene!

*Rat was storming around the arena, knocking random items over*

Rat: Screw them! Screw all these people! Screw everyone! They can't do this!

*Rat pushed a few random employees out of the way, seemingly on a warpath. As Rat continued along, he crossed paths with James Calhoun, who was holding his head and still sweating from his match*

Rat: Get out of here Calhoun! I'm done with everyone!

James: Now....allow me to catch my breath for a second, but you seem to be troubled.

Rat: Damn right I'm troubled! Mitchell Row is back! I won a match to get that guy fired, and now I'm tricked into signing a contract? Where's Lincoln?! I want that contract terminated or I quit!

James: Hold up Rat. Don't be too rash. I can see your frustration. It was a cruel, dirty trick that Athena played on you. But quitting your own company? That's not very logical.

Rat: I don't care!

James: You do care, or else, you wouldn't be this angry. Allow me to offer a suggestion...take a break. A little vacation. Go away for a month and recharge those batteries. But don't quit. It's just not wise.

Rat: ...You're right. I'm not quitting. I just need to fire Mitchell Row and relax!

James: Relaxation should be your number one priority, not doing legal work! I have an idea. Let me take care of Row. Put me in charge on a purely interim basis, you'll come back happier than ever. I promise I'll solve all of your problems, and you won't lose a penny or a wink of sleep.

Rat: You promise?

James: A man is only as good as his word. I promise.

Rat: ...Deal. You're in control for this next month. Just solve these problems. It's vacation time for Rat!



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*Bigg Pimpin' Alex was warming up backstage, Jessie holding his HAW World Championship on her shoulder, when Baby Luke Barnson approached them*

Baby Luke: Hey Jessie...it's a nice title you got there. But I got to admit, it would look a lot better off of you...and on me.

Jessie: Sorry, but I only talk to men, not little babies.

*Alex approached closer and got into Luke's face*

Alex: I bet you worked all day on that one...and she destroyed you in a five seconds. That's only two seconds longer than you'll last in the ring with me. See, unlike Jessie, I don't mind making babies cry. In fact, tonight, I'll enjoy it!

Baby Luke: The bigger they are, the harder they fall. *Baby Luke smiled, then walked off, ready for his match*