*The show starts, and Rat is already in the ring, holding a microphone and looking none too pleased*

Rat: I'm not in a good mood. I'm sick of everyone. This roster, the fans, the backstage crew, the announcers, I'm sick of it all! I want people to feel how I'm feeling tonight. That's why I'm booking a match that will cause tension. A six man tag match. TJ Street, Rinaldo Gomez, and Sean O'Toole will face Tarik, Mika Kempi, and Fergus O'Toole. Let's cause strife in those two tag teams, ok?! Good. I hope they break each others skulls and kinships!

But secondly, I want to address some more important issues. I have been unfairly treated recently by members of this roster. I have been blackmailed! And that's illegal! You can't do that! I am the owner of HAW! Without me, there IS no HAW! Why can't people understand that?! ...But you know what....I thought about it. I need to assert my dominance through force. At the pay per view, we will have a three way match for ownership. Ruslan Panov, James Calhoun, and me, Rat! And when I win, we can all quit our complaining! But onto the next issue....Mitchell Row, come out here, right now!

*Rat waited a few seconds. Mitchell Row's music hit, and he came out with the HAW World Championship in hand and cheers from the crowd. He entered the ring, stood next to Rat, and raised the World Championship in the air*

Rat: That's delightful, Mitchell. And I hope you enjoyed it, because I am stripping you of the HAW World Championship.

Mitchell: No....no, I don't think you are.

Rat: I am! You are no longer HAW World Champion!

Mitchell: I have a better idea than that! How about, instead of a three way match for ownership...we make it a FOUR way match? The fourth competitor of course, is me!

Rat: No! No! That's not happening! You're being stripped!

Mitchell: Do you really not care about contracts? Do you even read them? Do you have any legal department employed? What you're saying is, you want to add stripping me of this championship to your long list of law problems you can be dealing with?

Rat: What? There's nothing in the contract that says that!

Mitchell: You're one of those guys who doesn't read the fine print, right? I see. Well, if you're prepared to suffer the consequences, take the title from me right now. *Mitchell Row held the title out, offering it to Rat. Rat looked at him suspiciously, then shook his head*

Rat: I don't know what you're trying to do, but I'm not falling for it! So you know what? You want in the ownership match? Fine! You're in!

Mitchell: That's the honorable thing to do! As one military member to another, I admire your courage in that decision! I'll see you in the ring in a few weeks!

Rat: Or maybe sooner. Actually, never mind that. Just enjoy the rest of the show!

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*James Calhoun was walking backstage with a paper in his hand, and went into the catering area, where the majority of the roster was*

Calhoun: Wrestlers, attention please. As you know, our very dedicated owner has booked himself in a match at the final pay per view of the season. But he's also booked the HAW National Champion in that match, Ruslan Panov, and the HAW World Champion, Mitchell Row. Now where does that leave all of you? It leaves you begging to get on the card, hoping for that paycheck that you can use to feed your children! I think it's a shame that he's forgotten about you...but you know what? I haven't. I've gone ahead and booked some matches for that final show...and I think all you will be pleased!

Bigg Pimpin Alex: Pleased? Please! I want gold! And if I can't get a championship, I can't get gold, and I ain't pleased!

Calhoun: Calm down Alex. There's more gold than just the World Championship and National Championship. You see, with Jessie Parran in your corner, you will be teaming up with a man you've been quite close to the past few months, Jet Black....and you will facing The Strange Crew for the HAW Tag Team Championship! And in other championship matches, I think the women's championship should be defended...Athena vs Rachel Porter, with the upstanding Orville Morgan at ringside!

*Athena and Rachel glared at each other, already mentally preparing for the match*

Calhoun: But what good are titles without contenders for titles? HAW tried this last year, by having finale matches include number one contenders, and that of course failed when Rat came into power...This year we are trying again, and this year it will work. Mika Kempi, you just pinned Sean O'Toole. How about we make Fergus get some possible revenge? Mika Kempi vs Fergus O'Toole, winner will be number one contender for the HAW National Championship! And we'll see how thick blood relationships are because it will be...a first blood match!

Fergus: I promise, there won't be any O'Toole blood spilt that night!

Calhoun:  For your sake I hope you're right. But finally, we need a number one contender for the HAW World Champion. TJ Street and Tarik, you two have been in quite a bit of matches but don't seem to ever get the job done. Now is your chance. Baby Luke Barnson, solid competitor, came so close to winning this year...I think you deserve another shot. Of course, we can't have a match like this without The Behemoth....and there's one final competitor that I think can be an underdog story, someone who can do the unthinkable, and someday be HAW World Champion...I'm talking about CC.

Chet Citrus: Alright! I'm ready for this!

Calhoun: Oh...oh...I'm sorry Chet. I must have forgotten to put you on the card, my bad. I was talking about Crystal Cyclone. She's a bit wild in her matches, and it's going to be interesting to see her compete!

Chet: But...but...

Calhoun: Better luck next year Chet. The rest of you, enjoy!

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*Rat's music played to start the show, and he came out to a negative reaction. He went down to the ring and grabbed a microphone*

Rat: Stop my music! There's business that needs to be taken care of! I leave for one month, and everything has gone to hell! I wanted Mitchell Row GONE! Calhoun said that Mitchell Row would be gone, but what happens? He becomes champion?! How is that even possible?! That's the last thing that was supposed to happen! This next Pay Per View....this will be our last one until the off-season. Trust me when I tell you, Mitchell Row will LOSE that championship, and then he will be gone! So it doesn't matter if- *Rat was cut off, as Ruslan Panov's music hit. He rushed down the ring*

Ruslan: All you do Rat...every time you come out here...you complain. You're in charge, yet here you are, just whining to the fans! Why don't you just publicly admit the Rat Regime is a failure, and then just go backstage so we don't have to listen to how your plans were foiled?

Rat: You're coming out here to tell me that I'm...annoying? That's your reason for interrupting me? Ok, great, I'll take your suggestions into consideration, blah blah blah. Moving on, I believe-

Ruslan: Whoa, hold up. Rat, me thinking you're doing a bad job isn't the only reason I'm out here. See, my belief is that someone else can do a better job than you.

Rat: Calhoun? The man is a failure!

Ruslan: He is a failure! I'm with you, I hate James Calhoun! But he wasn't who I was thinking of. I was thinking....of myself.

Rat: You? Good luck with that. You know nothing marketability. Just stick to kicking and punching people, ok? That's on par with your intelligence.

Ruslan: You got control of this company by winning a wrestling match. Why not put everything on the line again...against me?

Rat: Because it's not a smart thing to do. Once again Ruslan, intelligence! You lack it!

James Calhoun: Now gentlemen, hold up just a moment!

*Rat and Ruslan looked up to the big screen TV. Calhoun was backstage, talking into the camera*

Calhoun:  I'm here in the office of HAW's owner. A man must of you know by the name of Rat.

Rat: I'm glad you're back there Calhoun! Because I have your termination papers right there on my desk, just needing my signature!

Calhoun: I see that! These are quite the legal documents you have here, with your no-compete clauses and stipulations and what nots. But I also took my time to look over some other documents you have lying around here...some...not quite as legal documents. Unethical business practices, perhaps?

Rat: Wait...hold on!

Calhoun: Now I obviously haven't verified these documents. Perhaps you're writing a...a law text book. Having some find young students spot the business errors they can pounce on in the courtroom, right? These surely don't contain factual HAW financial records, right?

Rat: Don't move! I'm coming back there! *Rat dropped the mic and took off backstage*

Calhoun: Scurrying back here quickly, he is. Mr. Panov, you and I don't see eye to eye, but I must say, I do love your idea. A match for HAW ownership. That could really go over well with the audience..now hold on, I think I hear someone storming down a hallway.

*Calhoun moved off screen, and the camera panned towards the door. A few seconds later, Rat burst into the room*

Rat: Calhoun?! Where are you?! *Rat took a step in the room, and from the side, Calhoun attacked Rat. Rat fell to the ground, and James Calhoun started to stomp on him*

Calhoun: You tried to fire James Calhoun?! You wanted me gone?! *Calhoun picked up Rat and threw him into a filing cabinet*

Calhoun: Boy, you need to be wiser about choosing your fights! You do not want as me as your enemy! *Calhoun grabbed a coffee mug from Rat's desk and smashed it over his head, causing Rat to begin bleeding*

Calhoun: If you hurt me in the slightest, I will annihilate you! You will have nothing left! People won't even know you existed! *Calhoun picked Rat up again, and this time slammed him onto Rat's desk, breaking it and sending papers and computer parts flying. Calhoun then turned back towards the camera, and took a deep breath to compose himself*

Calhoun: Now Mr. Panov, be a good lad and run on off to the back. I've got a match coming up. I need to let off some steam, but I think you'll be interested in it. Perhaps we can discuss business at a future date. Good day to you. *Calhoun walked off, as the camera showed the bleeding and unmoving Rat, before fading out*

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*Athena was sitting in her locker room, when she saw Orville Morgan stand right next to her. She stood up and looked down at him*

Athena: I think you're in the wrong locker room.

Orville: Oh no, I am not. I've come to speak to you Athena. The HAW Women's Champion.

Athena: Ah...you represent this new girl, right?

Orville: The ferocious Rachel Porter!

Athena: Yeah, her. And I'm guessing...she wants a title shot, correct?

Orville: Of course! Her dominance is assured, so it is only natural she becomes Women's Champion!

Athena: You're quite confident in her. But maybe you should be preparing her for her match against Crystal Cyclone? Crystal is a tough competitor.

Orville: Preparation is not needed, the match is already in our favor. We just want the title, please.

Athena: I can't make a promise right now, but I'll tell you this: I like what you're selling, and I'll lobby for a match with her. We'll see what the powers that be have to say, ok?

Orville: That's all I ask for, Athena. Enjoy the spectacle that is Rachel Porter!

*The show opened up with a short man in a red suit and sunglasses standing in the middle of the ring, holding a microphone*

Orville: My name is Orville Morgan. It's a pleasure to meet all of my friends here tonight watching HAW. But in meeting all of you, I give you fair warning! I bring with me a force. A force that will dominate in HAW. That's right folks, in a few minutes, you'll be seeing a chaotic women's hardcore match between Athena and Crystal Cyclone. Yet no matter who comes out alive...they will not be able to take on my pet! She will devour the competition, and everyone will be pleased to be her friend as well. I'm Orville Morgan. You'll all meet Rachel Porter soon enough. Until then, enjoy the show, and enjoy your safety!

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*The camera fades into show Hawaii's masked face, staring into the camera*

Hawaii: The O'Toole brothers! Ohh, how sweet. Little twinsies westling in da wing! Awww...little babies, know each other from birth, know what they'll do, and such a SHAME they're about to be separated! Brother from brother, heads from torsos, life from death! It's all going to be the same for them! But for us...for us, the most important separation will be gold from waists!

*Hawaii's face faded away, with Drizzle's face fading in right over his*

Drizzles: How must it feel, to be a bro? Maybe happiness? Of course not, no! These two tonight, they'll only feel woe...as we take them down to the depths far far below! So come and look at us, as if we were in a zoo! Your new tag teams champions are here, The Strange Crew!

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*With Mitchell Row celebrating in the ring, his music cuts out, and Calhoun's hits. James Calhoun appears at the entrance ramp, steel chair in one hand, microphone in another*

Calhoun: Mitchell Row, I don't claim to be the smartest man, but I do know some basic math. Right now, you're out numbered. *Calhoun slowly approached the ring. Mitchell Row looked behind him, and saw Jessie was starting to help Alex to his feet* Now Mitchell, be smart about this. We don't want to hurt you, we just want you to give up the title, right now! Ok?

*Row held the title in one hand, and looked at Alex, who was almost up, and Calhoun who was right outside the ring. Row looked at Calhoun, shook his head "No" and raised the title over his head to cheers from the crowd*

Calhoun: I was afraid of that. *Calhoun slid into the ring with the chair. Row and Calhoun looked at each other, and Calhoun swung the chair. Mitchell Row ducked, and the chair connected with both Alex and Jessie Parran. Calhoun looked at the two on the ground in shock, then turned around only to get hit with a spear by Mitchell Row. Row held the HAW World Championship title up once more as his music hit again, crowd cheers closing out the show*

*Rinaldo Gomez and Mika Kempi were backstage*

Mika: Rinaldo! I came up with a new beat for a new song. It goes like this.....Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh!

Rinaldo: I like it! What if over that, we go...DoDoo! DoDoo! DoDoo! DoDoo! DoDoo!

Mika: Yes! And then...wait...we have visitors. Our oppents.

*Drizzles the Clown and Hawaii approached the two men*

Rinaldo: Hey guys. We got a match tonight and I must say, we are confused. Why you are teaming together?

Hawaii: It's a goooood question. Yes, yes it is! This ugly, disgusting clown defeated me a few weeks ago, he did! We talked a bit. I sorta...I saw his side! We shouldn't be fighting! We should be hating all of you people! YOU PEOPLE! You people ruin everything for people like us!

Mika: What? How do we do that?

Drizzles: All those people, they think you're fun. But when they see us, they want to run! Soon though you won't look so nice! You'll be covered in bruises, grab some ice! Drizzles and Hawaii will beat you down, that is how we will win over this town! Goodbye, we see you next out on the mat, for at the end of our match, you'll be lying down flat!

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*The scene fades in to show Athena and Mitchell Row sitting in two chairs across from an empty desk, waiting silently. A door is heard opening off camera, and James Calhoun walks in and sits across from them at his desk*

James Calhoun: Athena and Mitchell Row. Look at you two, having quite the success here in HAW

Mitchell Row: You called us in here Calhoun. What do you want?

James Calhoun: You like to cut out the small talk, don't you? Where I come from, that's considered very rude. But, I'm a very forgiving man, and I will let that slide. And as a caring man, I will even honor your request, and get straight to the point. What do I want? I want people to be happy. Since I'm in charge, I've been working the phones a bit. I found out a way to solve all of our problems. You two want to be wrestlers, is that correct?

Athena: That is.

James Calhoun: I found the perfect place for you. A different promotion. Some of your friends even wrestler there, I find that you'll fit in-

Athena: No. Nope. You are correct in that we want to be wrestlers, but it's also the principle of the matter. Both of us have a history with Rat. We need to make a statement to him.

James Calhoun: Athena, we should not let personal feuds get in the way of sound business decisions. The locker room morale will be much higher if the two of you-

Mitchell Row: The answer is no, Calhoun. I want to be HAW World Champion. She wants to fairly wrestle as HAW Women's Champion. We want Rat to be a better owner and treat all the competitors in this company equal. It's pretty straight forward, unless YOU are too dumb to understand.

James Calhoun: I understand, believe me. What the two of you are doing is truly noble, and personally, I truly admire what you two are doing. Fighting for what you believe in. Off the record, we need people like you. But on the record, we have problems. It looks like they'll come to a head next week at the pay per view but this week...I'm putting you two in a tag match. You have experience being partners, so you should be able to handle the HAW World Champion, Bigg Pimpin' Alex, and the #1 contender for the Women's Championship, Crystal Cyclone. Run along now, you justice seekers. Put on a show and entertain these fans for me.