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!
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