*The show opened up with Franco Mancini's hitting. He came out with the O'Toole Brothers to a roaring crowd. Franco looked a bit surprised by the reaction and just shrugged as he brought a mic to his face.*

Franco: So there's this guy that's been going around. He goes by the name of Calhoun, bit of a tough guy. But he's also a bit of a weasel. He's been making deals and pulling strings to get out of defending his HAW World Championship. You know what? I kinda respect that. I like a guy who's willing to do anything to stay on top. There's just one problem. That title he's trying so hard to keep? That title is MY title, and I'm taking it back.

*The O'Tooles nodded in agreement as the crowd cheered*

Franco: Now what I know about Calhoun, he manipulates people. Gets them to fight for him so he doesn't get dirty. So I had to make a bit of an alliance of my own. If there's one thing I care about, it's family... *Franco turned to the O'Tooles* So from my family to yours....welcome to the TransAtlantic Family! *Franco gave a quick hug to Sean and Fergus* ....Calhoun! Your time as champion is running out, so enjoy it while it lasts. We're going to take that belt off of you! *Franco threw the mic down and exited with the Calhouns*

Edward Findleton: It looks like Franco has made it clear! He wants Calhoun's World Championship. I'm being told that Calhoun has yet to arrive at the arena, but when he does, we'll cut right to him to hear his response!

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*Crash was backstage on a treadmill running, with Frederic coaching him*

Frederic: Cinq! Quatre! Trois! Deux! Un! Stop! You have completed the work out! *Crash lowered the speed of the treadmill*

Crash: Stop?! I need to do a cool down, I can't just stop! I'm not going to be in peak shape if I just stop!

Frederic: But you must conserve energy! You have a match tonight!

Crash: I know! But did you see how easy I had it against Glenny Pax? And I'm facing Jack Trailor tonight! I've got this in the bag!

Frederic: Jack is more accomplished than Glenny....

Crash: That was years ago! Jack Trailor drives trucks! You know what truck drivers do? They sit! They get no exercise! They feast on bottled soda and chips and fast food!

Frederic: Crash, this positive attitude is good! But do not overlook your opponents!

Crash: I'm not overlooking him! I'm just belittling him! What do I even have to worry about tonight?

Frederic: Your match is next.

Crash: ......I'm not the main event?

Frederic: Non.

*Crash's eyes went wide. He immediately stopped the treadmill, grabbed a water bottle, chugged as much as he could, and ran off. Frederic sighed and followed him*

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Crash Musclegate with Frederic St. Pierre took on Jack Trailor. In a surprise upset, Jack Trailor defeated Crash despite St. Pierre's antics.

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Edward Findleton: What a match that was! We'll be right back after these commercials from- Wait! Wait! Hold that thought, I'm getting word James Calhoun has arrived! Let's go live backstage parking area!

*A limo was seen pulling into the arena and stopping. The driver got out and went to open up the back door, but it flung open and an angry Calhoun emerged. He stormed off, and Gregory Greystone tried to catch up him to him*

Gregory: Mr. Calhoun! Mr. Calhoun! Franco Mancini and the O'Toole Brothers have teamed up! They want your title! What are your thoughts on this?

James Calhoun: I don't care what they're doing, where's Freezer Man's office?!

Gregory: It's just down the hall to the left... *Calhoun pushed Gregory to the ground and continued marching down the hallway.*

James Calhoun: Freezer Man! Freezer Man! Where the hell are you? *Calhoun finally reached a door labeled CEO* I'm coming in, and you're going to explain how you can let this happen to your champion! *Calhoun opened the door and stepped in. Inside was a secretary, she was packing away documents and papers into cardboard boxes*

Secretary: I'm sorry Mr. Calhoun. As you know Freezer Man does not wish to get involved during live shows-

James Calhoun: Where is he?!

Secretary: ...He is not here and has gone back to the company headquarters now that the show has started. This policy is put in place to prevent appearances on shows where-

James Calhoun: I don't care about the policy! You call him up! You get me talking to him now! I waited a week to talk to him and you're telling me he's not here?

Secretary: With all due respect sir, you were late to show and the policy has been sent out in company wide emails. However I would be happy to book an appointment for you to meet with him sometime in the week when there aren't any cameras.

*Calhoun took a deep breath and collected himself*

James Calhoun: You know darling, you are so right. I apologize for losing my temper, sometimes my anger just gets the best of me. *Calhoun chuckled, and the woman politely laughed with him* You say I can make an appointment with him during the week?

Secretary: Yes! Let me just find my planner!

James Calhoun: Oh I believe I saw it right here...*Calhoun picked up a box of books and papers and flung it at the wall. He kicked the desk, knocking it over and sending papers, pens, and binders all across the floor* James Calhoun doesn't go out of his way to see people. They come see me. I wanted to resolve this peacefully, but the one man who could stop me isn't here. So things are going to have to be done my way! *Calhoun stormed out of the office, leaving the secretary in shock*

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*Bigg Pimpin' Alex was sitting in a night club booth, women all around and over him*

Alex: Hey Girls...don't worry...there's enough of Alex for everyone! *Alex put his arms around two women and smiled. He then looked offscreen, and his smile faded* ...Actually ladies, can you please excuse yourselves? It looks like there might be some business here...

*The women left the booth. Kitty Kayleen appeared and sat down next to Bigg Pimpin' Alex*

Kitty: If it isn't Bigg Pimpin' Alex enjoying a night on the town...

Alex: I was until you showed up. I don't like to mix business and pleasure.

Kitty: I highly doubt those women weren't business. *Alex scoffed*

Alex: What is it you want?

Kitty: No more pleasantries? Then you don't mind talking business at all. Well Alex, I'll tell you what I want. I want to earn a paycheck from you. And no, not like other women have. I want to work as a bit of an...enforcer for you.

Alex: An enforcer? Kitty, I'm a former HAW World Champion. I'm a former HAW Tag Team Champion. I think I can hold my own in a fight.

Kitty: Of course you can. But you know the new rules of HAW. You can't touch the women. But I can. And it seems that one in particular made a fool out of you. Jessie Parran, the women I've been told I will be defending my title against at the next large event.

Alex: So you want me to pay you...to win a match?

Kitty: Not just win. Make an example of her. Don't mess with Bigg Pimpin' Alex.

Alex: Here's my biggest problem with that. You're the HAW Women's Champion....and yet last week, you lost to a rookie in her first ever match! *Kitty was now frustrated and rolled her eyes*

Kitty: Take it from me, a rookie always tries very hard in their first match.

Alex: Is that so?

Kitty: I'm very confident in that belief. So confident, I'm going to propose a little wager for Jessie. She faces the rookie Hannah Rivers next week. If Jessie wins, she can pick the stipulation for the match. But when Hannah wins...I'll pick the stipulation...and I'll make sure to choose a painful match that Jessie won't forget, and will certainly satisfy you...that is...if you and I can agree to terms.

*Alex thought it over and nodded*

Alex: Alright. You got yourself a deal. We'll discuss monetary terms in a bit of a more private time but let me just warn you: If you fail to deliver, you'll be in trouble.

Kitty: Luckily for me, I always manage to escape trouble. Enjoy the rest of your night Alex. *Kitty blew a kiss towards him and walked off. Alex watched her leave, then whistled, and the women from before rejoined him back in the booth as the camera faded out*

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The O'Toole Brothers beat the rookie team of El Espectro and Little Man.

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*After the match, the O'Toole Brothers were celebrating their victory. Suddenly their music cut off, and Calhoun's played. He walked out onto the ramp, and coming with him was The Behemoth and Rat*

Edward Findleton: Uh oh! It looks like Calhoun made good on his promise! He brought Rat back...and I think that action also gave him some allies!

*Calhoun, Rat, and Behemoth all charged the ring, and started attacking the O'Toole Brothers. The 3-2 was too much and the O'Tooles were rendered useless as they repeatedly got stomped. Cheers arose from the crowd when Franco Mancini came running down with a lead pipe. He rolled into the ring and clobbered Rat in the stomach, then hit The Behemoth in the back. Franco swung at Calhoun, but Calhoun ducked. Calhoun then dropkicked Franco in the back of the knee, and Franco fell to the mat. Rat and Behemoth recovered at this point and started to attack Franco.*

Edward Findleton: It looks like the TransAtlantic Family has been destroyed before it even started!

*Rat and The Behemoth each picked up an O'Toole. Rat hit his Samoan Drop on Fergus, the Behemoth hitting his Powerbomb Shoulderbreaker on Sean. Calhoun walked in a circle around Franco, taking his time. Franco finally started to get to his feet, when Calhoun grabbed him from behind, and hit him with his Cobra Clutch Slam*

Edward Findleton: And with that, Franco Mancini is out cold!

*Rat and Behemoth started to leave the ring, seeing the work was done. Calhoun kept starting at Franco's unconscious body, as if in a trance. Then he snapped out it and screamed. Calhoun picked Mancini up again and hit him with a second Cobra Clutch Slam. He immediately picked him up once again, and hit him with a third Cobra Clutch Slam. Calhoun then got on top of Mancini and started punching him in the face, busting him open. Rat and Behemoth rolled back into the ring and grabbed Calhoun to stop him. Calhoun struggled, fire in his eyes as he wanted to inflict more pain on Franco*

Edward Findleton: Oh...my...God. I have never seen any wrestler in HAW this mad before...Franco Mancini might have just bitten off more than he could chew. I would normally say I can't wait to see how Franco responds next week...but after this beating I don't know if he'll even be here...Good night everybody!

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