Edward Findleton: Welcome everyone to another episode of HAW! Tonight's main event will see a huge six man tag main event! The Trans-Atlantic Family will take on the MuscleGang! But right now we're sending it back to Gregory Greystone where he's with James Calhoun, Rat, and The Behemoth!

*The camera switched to backstage*

Gregory: Thank you Edward! Gentlemen, you are all number one contenders for titles. Next week, Rat, you face Franco Mancini for the HAW World Championship! Behemoth, Calhoun, you two face the Strange Crew! How are you preparing for these matches?

Calhoun: Preparing? Gregory, the working environment here at HAW is just remarkably dangerous! Last week, the Behemoth and I were preparing! We were in our private locker rooms, and somehow, we get attacked by some carnival rejects! The only preparing we're preparing is for our safety tonight, and a talk with HAW to ensure better security for its wrestlers! We could have been seriously injured, and we weren't even in a match! That's just not right.

Rat: It's pretty simple to see. HAW Management doesn't care about us. And quite frankly, I think it's because of how I ran the company last time. Everyone says I did such a terrible job, but look at the results. Do you realize how many people's careers I've influenced? I brought the Behemoth in. I signed James Calhoun. I made Hawaii famous. I found Drizzles the Clown. The O'Tooles looked like Irish idiots until I suggested they change their attitudes up if they wanted to be brought back! Hell, I didn't bring Franco Mancini back...and by him leaving the company, he showed the world HAW was the place to be by winning the NRWL championship in just a few months! From the fans who boo me to the management who punishes me, they should all be on their hands and knees thanking me!

Gregory: Well I'm sure you aren't happy about your match tonight then, right?

Rat: Really? Gregory, we've seen HAW do this time and time again. That stupid, fat shopping cart chameleon comes out and loses. Franco Mancini beat "Brat" this week and now I get my turn against him. And I heard, I'm facing Rich Old Moe. Guess what? I already beat Rich Old Moe before! What a great original match! The fans are going to eat this up! God...

Gregory: Actually, you're facing the real wrestler, Mitchell Row. Not Rich Old Moe.

Rat: ...Are you kidding me?

Gregory: No. I actually spoke to Mitchell Row earlier and he is very excited for this match tonight! How do you feel about having to face another Old Rival?

*Rat angrily stared Gregory down, then pushed him out of the way and walked off. The Behemoth followed*

Calhoun: We have no more comments on this matter at the present time. *Calhoun exited the interview area as well*

Gregory: Well Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope you stick around! Rat vs Mitchell Row is next!

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A brutal match that spilled outside took place between long time rivals, Rat and Mitchell Row. Rat came out the victor and pinned Mitchell.

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*The Trans-Atlantic Family was walking backstage, casually talking, when they heart shouting in the distance*

Oden: Keep going! Are you weak?!

Crash: I'm already in great shape!

Liam: Be stronger!

Crash: This isn't even....NGHHH...proper exercise equipment!

Frederic: You can do it!

*The Trans-Atlantic Family followed the sounds of the voices to outside in the arena parking lot. The MuscleGang was there, with Crash MuscleGate attempting a caber toss. Crash started to walk with the log, but couldn't support its weight, and dropped it early. The log hit the ground, then bounced onto a parked car, smashing the windshield*

Crash: ...Let's go back inside!

*The MuscleGang started to head back in, when they saw the Trans-Atlantic Family and stopped*

Franco: So...you just destroyed some guy's car...and you're leaving?

Crash: That....that was my car. Right guys?

Frederic: Oui, we drove here in it.

Lovable Liam: And I'm going to give them a ride home! *The Trans-Atlantic Family looked at each other and chuckled a bit*

Franco: Look, that ain't our car, so it ain't our problem. But was is our problem, is we're facing you guys tonight. A big six man tag tonight. But you guys got four, we got three. We just want to know what three we're facing, we'll be on our way.

Crash: A valid question, and I will give you an answer. I nominate Liam, Oden and...myself! That's right, us three will be your competition.....IF....*Crash took a step toward Franco and got into his face*

Franco: If....?

Crash: If.....*Crash quickly turned to Frederic St. Pierre* You agree to defend your National Title against me next week!

Frederic: You mean...defend against you...and then no matter what, the MuscleGang retains the National Title?

Crash: Exactly!

Frederic: It is a deal sir! *Crash and Frederic shook hands, looking pleased with themselves. Sean and Fergus began to laugh*

Oden: What's so funny little twins?!

Fergus: The ridiculousness of it all! *Fergus put his arm around Crash* Look bud, word of advice. Ya trying to form this MuscleGang here, and you're immediately having a title match between two of yous? It's a recipe for ruined friendships! *Crash pushed Fergus's arm away and rolled his eyes&

Sean: And secondly...do you really think anyone cares about the National Championship? You boys can keep your second rate title. We like having the one that matters stay in the family.

Lovable Liam: You know Sean, you bring up a good point. Maybe we'll be coming for the World title sooner than you think.

*The MuscleGang and The Trans-Atlantic Family stared each other down for a few seconds, before Franco motioned for the O'Tooles to take a few steps back*

Franco: Come on. We'll deal with them tonight. *Franco called back to the MuscleGang* You stay out of our business...we stay out of yours. Remember that!

*The MuscleGang watched them head back inside the arena. Exiting the arena was Gregory Greystone with a suitcase*

Gregory: Hey guys, I'm heading back to the hotel for the night, good luck in your match, I'm sure it will-Oh god! What happened to my car?!

Crash: It was horrible, big gusts of wind knocked down a telephone pole. You'll probably want to contact the utility company that owns it. Sorry! *Crash motioned for the MuscleGang to follow him back in, leaving Gregory in shock at his destroyed car*

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*Fun Fight Machine was walking backstage, dressed in an uncharacteristic hoodie and a backpack. He stopped, then took a deep breath. The camera turned to reveal the catering area, and Jessie Parran sitting alone at a table eating. Fun Fight Machine walked over and sat down next to her*

Jessie: Oh, Fun Fight Machine! I've been meaning to talk to you! I just wanted to thank you for last week. Alex....he really worries me. Every time I see him I get on edge and. I know I still lost but...I felt safer out there with you. Thank you. *Fun Fight Machine beamed*

Fun Fight Machine: Uh..well...you are welcome! It was an honor to be in your corner. I do not like to see people treated how you were treated. *With that, Fun Fight Machine reached into his backpack and pulled out a spoon and a container of ice cream. He opened it up and took out a scoop and ate it*

Jessie: Is that....strawberry?

Fun Fight Machine: Yes. Yes it is.

Jessie: Wow, that's my favorite!

Fun Fight Machine: Would you like some?

Jessie: I shouldn't...but I can't resist! Thank you! *Jessie took the spoon and ate a scoop of ice cream* That really hits the spot....but out of curiosity, why were you carrying ice cream in a backpack? Wouldn't it melt?

Fun Fight Machine: Uhh..no..I uh..*Fun Fight Machine started to panic. He pulled his hoodie down revealing a pair of earbuds in his ear* I just like to eat ice cream and listen to music.

Jessie: What are you listening to now?

Fun Fight Machine: I listen to my favorite band...Sleeping With Sirens.

Jessie: Really?! I love them!

Fun Fight Machine: Yes. They make good music.

Jessie: What's your favorite album?

Fun Fight Machine: I like......I like.........their first.

Jessie: Well you can't go wrong with the starting point of a band!

Fun Fight Machine: No. Jessie...perhaps one day......You and I might go- *Fun Fight Machine was cut off, as Bigg Pimpin' Alex attacked him from behind.*

Alex: Having fun? Enjoying this little conversation, Fight Machine? *Alex slammed Fun Fight Machine's head off the table. He picked Fun Fight Machine up and threw him towards the buffet line, sending Fun Fight Machine into a wall and knocking over a bunch of foods. Alex picked up Fun Fight Machine and got him into piledriver position.* Jessie...let this weigh on your conscience!

*Alex picked Fun Fight Machine up and gave him a piledriver onto the floor, busting open Fun Fight Machine. Alex stared down at the unconscious Fun Fight Machine*

Alex: I'll see you in the ring next week. Bring her along with you! *Alex turned and left, as Jessie Parran and medical staff members rushed over to try and help Fun Fight Machine*

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In the main event, the MuscleGang took on the Trans-Atlantic Family. It was a back and forth match that saw action from all competitors. The result though was a Trans-Atlantic Family victory, as Fergus O'Toole hit Crash MuscleGate with the super kick to pin him.

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*After the match, the Trans-Atlantic Family was standing in the ring celebrating, when Calhoun, Rat, and the Behemoth ran down to the ring. Calhoun and the Behemoth tossed Liam and Oden Schreiner into the barricades, then all three slid into the ring and started attacking the Trans-Atlantic Family. The Strange Crew came out next for the save, and they joined in the fray, and a few seconds later, Frederic St. Pierre came out. St. Pierre gathered up the MuscleGang, and they jumped in, attacking both Calhoun,Rat, and Behemoth as well as the Trans-Atlantic Family*

Edward Findleton: It's complete chaos here in HAW! I'm sorry but we're out of time! Tune in next week for the large event!

*The show faded out with all twelve men fighting each other in the ring*

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Edward Findleton: Welcome to another week of HAW...Tonight's main event is Franco Mancini vs a Mystery Opponent! But right now, we are going to get right into the action! Moments before we went on the air, Crash MuscleGate and Frederic St. Pierre received some sort of message...we have a camera following them now!

*Crash and Frederic were walking down a hallway somewhere in the arena, Frederic with his National Title in hand*

Crash: Are we even allowed up here? I thought you have to pay V.I.P. ticket prices to get up here.

Frederic: We were invited up here!

Crash: But it feels wrong and- Oh! The light on the camera is on! HAW Fans, the most amazing thing just happened to Frederic and myself. We received a top secret letter to meet someone in one of the skyboxes of the arena for a life changing meeting!

Frederic: As you may notice, I am armed with my title should we get jumped.

Crash: We're not getting jumped! No one would dare attack us! Afterall, I completely destroyed Oden Schreiner last week! I made the guy look like a complete fool!

Frederic: Crash, this is our room number. Just keep your guard up!

*The two opened the door to the skybox and entered, finding it empty except for a TV with a live feed of HAW. Crash and Frederic approached the front of it and looked out at the fans*

Crash: Look at this! We're on TV! We are live! Hello America! *Crash started waving to the crowd, Frederic still looking unsure. Behind the two of them, Oden Schreiner appeared, and the crowd started cheering* They love us! Thank you! Thank you!

*Oden put a hand on both of their shoulders, and they turned around*

Oden Schreiner: A fool?! A complete fool?!

Crash: No! I didn't mean it! *Oden grabbed Crash and Frederic by the throat, getting ready to do a double choke slam*

Lovable Liam: Wait! Stop! Oden, let them go! *Oden reluctantly let them go, then turned towards Liam*

Oden Schreiner: What is this? Why are all three of you here?!

Frederic: Why are you two here?!

Lovable Liam: Boys, calm yourselves! I know we all haven't been on the best of terms so I had to arrange this secret meeting to get all of you together!

Crash: I was about to get choke slammed onto a man four rows down! I am not staying for this!

Lovable Liam: Crash, please! Hear me out! You too Oden! *Crash and Oden gave each other cautious looks, but nodded and agreed to momentary ceasefire*

Frederic: What do you want to talk about Liam?

Lovable Liam: Have you guys been watching HAW lately?

Crash: Of course not. We don't watch the product, why would we do that?

Lovable Liam: To see what's going on! And it's pretty obvious what's going on. HAW is being taken over by...power groups.

Frederic: Power groups?

Lovable Liam: Look at what's going on. Franco Mancini is now allied with the O'Tooles. Calhoun, Rat, and Behemoth are an amazingly delicious threesome! The Strange Crew is amazingly enough befriending everyone, Ruslan Panov and Mitchell Row have a healthy respect for each other....as well as Mitchell Row's friend Mr. Lifeguard, and El Termitas! They're are connections all over the place! But out of everybody in HAW, who has the most history together? The four of us.

Crash: Ok, Liam, we kicked you out of the MuscleGang in the NRWL. And we sure as hell don't trust this huge beast!

Lovable Liam: Why not? Because the way I see it, these power groups are going to recruit more people....and who wouldn't want such a strong, good looking man like Oden Schreiner in their group? I've tag-teamed with Oden, and he's a great partner to have in the ring! And if you accept this proposal...then the MuscleGang is back in business...and this time with some serious muscle. *Liam ran his hand over Schreiner's bicep, who angrily pushed Liam's hand away and glared at him*

Frederic: ....I must say, I think Liam may be correct. It might be best to stick together. *Oden nodded in agreement, and all eyes turned to Crash*

Crash: ...I'll agree on one condition. Tonight, I'm supposed to have a match with that cheating doper, Jack Trailor. Liam, I want you to face him instead of me. If you can prove yourself, we can get the MuscleGang back up and running again, with four people in it!

Lovable Liam: Crash, I will make you proud of me. I'm going to win, I know it! I'm just so happy...I just want to get on me knees and grovel!

Crash: That's...that's just not necessary. And Liam..the match was actually supposed to start the show so you better hurry down to the ring. *Lovable Liam's music started to play*

Lovable Liam: I'm on it Crash! *Liam exited the skybox through the crowd, and began to make his way down to the ring through the sea of fans*

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Jack Trailor and Lovable Liam had a tough match. Trailor thought he had the victory when he hit a Big Boot, but Liam amazingly kicked out. Trailor himself kicked out of Liam's Tiger Bomb, but a second Tiger Bomb later in the match finished off Jack Trailor. With Lovable Liam's victory, the MuscleGang, now with Oden Schreiner, is reformed.

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*Jessie Parran was backstage with Gregory Greystone*

Gregory: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm here with the new HAW Women's Champion, Jessie Parran! Jessie, how does it feel to finally attain this title?

Jessie: It's amazing Gregory. I started here just to be a pretty face. No one respected me. The wrestlers, the staff, the fans. I wasn't an equal, I was second rate. But I took control of my life, and now...now I'm a respected champion.

Gregory: That's very true! I've actually collected some letters from some of the other wrestlers here and got their thoughts! Athena wrote "Jessie, I'm proud of you! Continue to be you!" and Crystal Cyclone wrote-

*Kitty Kayleen and Bigg Pimpin' Alex stepped into the picture, Kitty holding a piece of paper*

Kitty: Oh, am I interrupting? Apologies Gregory. I just wanted to make sure you got to read my letter to Jessie. *Kitty handed a sheet of paper to Gregory* Go ahead. Read it.

Gregory: Ok. It says "Dear Jessie, The only reason you...." ....Kitty! I can't say these words on air! That's why I wanted to proof read these!

*Jessie grabbed the letter from Gregory's hand, and without even looking at it, ripped it up. Jessie stepped towards Kitty and got in her face*

Jessie: We have a match coming up tonight...or maybe we should start it right now?

Kitty: I can wait...but I must say...if you were a real champion, you would make this a title match.

*Jessie glanced at Alex*

Jessie: Not with him around. *Alex moved Kitty out of the way and then got face to face with Jessie, towering over her*

Alex: You really should make it a title match. It would probably be in the best interests of your health... *Jessie looked a bit nervous, and took a step back. Alex followed her, taking a step closer. Jessie took another few steps back, before bumping into a body. She turned around, and it was Fun Fight Machine. Fun Fight Machine got in front of Jessie, staring down Bigg Pimpin' Alex*

Fun Fight Machine: Jessie will not respond to your threats. She will not be intimidated by you. I will accompany her to the ring. Make sure you stay out of the match! *Alex smirked*

Alex: Fine...fine...you two...just watch out. Your day is coming. *Alex and Kitty Kayleen walked away*

Gregory: ....So anyway, Crystal Cyclone wrote-

Jessie: Not now Gregory! *Jessie shook her head, stressed out and walked away, Fun Fight Machine following her*

Gregory: Oh...well...Later on tonight, Jessie Parran vs Kitty Kayleen! Stick around!

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*James Calhoun and the Behemoth were backstage in their locker room. Calhoun was pacing back and forth, the Behemoth sitting on a bench*

James Calhoun: I tell you, it is wrong the way HAW is treating us. Look at us! I am a former World Champion! A former National Champion! And you, a man with a great record! And Rat, a legend! What do we end up with? Rat was put in a surprise match last week, I'm put in a match with a man who hasn't wrestled in weeks, when I was fresh off a brutal title defense! And while the Tag Team Titles are still titles...they're not...they're not what we deserve! We deserve respect. Adulation! Our faces should be on every HAW banner, poster, shirt, coffee mug...you name it. We are the stars of this place! But what are they doing to us? They're bringing back people like...Lifeguard and El Termitas! They don't like you! They don't like Rat! And now we still have Franco Mancini and the O'Tooles to worry about? It's just not fair! And for God's sake, we have to face two societal rejects. Do you realize how bad that makes us look? When I get home, my wife is going to say "James, who did you compete with tonight?" and I'm going to have to say to her "Darling, I faced a clown and a man who wears a bandana over a mask." The sheer embarrassment of it all just makes my blood boil! And another thing-

*At that point, the lights in the room went out. There were sounds of chair shots and grunting for a few seconds, then silence. The lights came back on, and Drizzles and Hawaii were standing over a beaten up Calhoun and Behemoth. Drizzles grabbed the head of Calhoun and Behemoth in each hand, and Hawaii took out a camera. Drizzles posed like a hunter with his game, and Hawaii took the picture. Hawaii gave a thumbs up, and the two walked away*

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In a non title match, Kitty Kayleen (with Bigg Pimpin' Alex) defeated Jessie Parran (with Fun Fight Machine) using her Cravate Suplex. The match featured amazing technical wrestling, and while there was no outside interference, one must wonder what effect Bigg Pimpin' Alex had on Jessie's mind during the match.

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Edward Findleton: The main event is coming up! Franco Mancini will be facing a mystery opponent! Who can it be?!

*A sped up, comedic version of Rat's first theme started to play. Wheeled out onto the stage in a shopping cart was a short, chubby man, dressed to imitate Rat*

Edward Findleton: Oh my god! What a return! This is HAW history in the making! It's Brat!

*Brat's shopping cart started to roll down the ramp, before slamming into the ring and sending him flying out of the cart. Already injured, Brat slowly made his way into the ring*

Edward Findleton: This is only the second time Brat has made an appearance in HAW! I mistakenly thought Brat was the actual Rat last time, but I think...I think this has to be his twin brother! It's the only explanation!

*Franco Mancini's music hit, and he came down to the ring smiling confidently. Without even taking his coat or belt off, Franco got into the ring, and hit Brat with the Pickpocket and covered him. The ref counted 3, and Franco stood up in victory, his music having never stopped playing*

Edward Findleton: Wow! Franco picks up the victory in seconds! What domination by the champion against a worthy opponent!

Rat: Cut the music! *Franco's music stopped playing, and Rat walked out to the top of the stage, microphone in hand* Franco...I thought you would be a bit more respectable champion than that. Facing this guy? That's weak. But you know what? I'm not mad. You can face bottom feeders like him. I don't mind you developing a soft mental state. It's just going to mean to the end of your reign. See you in two weeks, softy! *Rat exited the stage, and Franco shook his head. His music played again, and he held up the title for the crowd as the show went off the air*

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*The show opened up with James Calhoun walking backstage, looking very angry, and without the HAW World Championship. He burst into a room to find Rat and The Behemoth sitting around*

Rat: James...I just want to say, we did our part in taking out the O'Tooles last week. Shame you lost your title though.

James Calhoun: A shame? That's what you have to say to me? Nothing else?

Rat: What? Do you want me to say I'm sorry you lost?

James Calhoun: I want you to give it up. Now.

Rat: What are you talking about?

James Calhoun: The advertised card for the next large event! Franco Mancini vs Rat! Not James Calhoun, Rat! I've been demoted to teaming up with...with him! *points at The Behemoth* for a tag team title match against a couple of freaks!

Rat: If I'm facing Franco Mancini next month, I sure as hell am not going to give up that chance. Unlike you, I've never held a championship in HAW. It's been twenty years since I was last a world champion. I'd like one last shot.

James Calhoun: You will give that shot to me. I brought you back to this company! You will listen to me! I own you!

Rat: Own? You own me? James...last time you and I were talking about ownership...I believe I was HAW Owner...and didn't you actually jump me in my own office? *Rat looked over at Behemoth* Maybe...it could be time for a favor to be re-payed. *Behemoth and Rat started to move closer to Calhoun. Calhoun stared at the two angrily for a few seconds, then smiled and laughed*

James Calhoun: Haha! Look at us! Bringing up old tales from the past. We have had some good, and bad times Rat. But you know what? You are one hundred and ten percent right! You do deserve that title shot. And me, to become a tag team champion with The Behemoth? Why I reckon we would hold those titles until the cows come home! Rat, I guarantee you, you're going to win that championship. And next month, I can't think of a better main event than Rat.....versus James Calhoun! Everyone will want to see that!

*Calhoun smiled and grabbed Rat's hand for a handshake, who clearly wasn't buying what Calhoun was selling. Calhoun gave a thumbs up to Behemoth and left the office smiling. As soon as he exited the room, Calhoun's smile changed back to his scowl. He walked backstage with his head down before bumping into someone's arm going in the opposite direction. Calhoun looked up, still angry, but quickly switched back to his smile as he turned to the person he ran into*

James Calhoun: Fun Fight Machine! Do pardon me, I didn't see you there!

Fun Fight Machine: Mr. Calhoun! It is ok! You must have much on your mind!

James Calhoun: That I do my friend, that I do! All this...title business and tag business, it's enough to make one's head spin in a circle!

Fun Fight Machine: Oh yes, the titles! I thought you meant your match tonight with me!

James Calhoun: We're wrestling tonight? Well then what a pleasant coincidence to run into each other before we meet again! I'm glad we're having this talk Fun Fight Machine. Good luck tonight! *Calhoun extended his hand for a shake, and Fun Fight Machine accepted*

Fun Fight Machine: Good luck to you too! I wish for a fair and clean fight!

James Calhoun: *Muttering under breath* And maybe your last fight...

*The hand shake ended, and Fun Fight Machine walked away, the camera now following Fun Fight Machine. He arrived at a door, took a deep breath, and opened it. The room was pitch black inside. Fun Fight Machine and the camera went inside to the darkness, and after a second, Fun Fight Machine turned the light switch on. Drizzles the Clown and Hawaii were sitting on chairs in an otherwise empty room*

Hawaii: You got the wrong room little one. Leave us be...

Fun Fight Machine: Actually, I wish to speak to both of you! I think you can help me!

Hawaii: Ohhhhh...is that so? We can help you?

Fun Fight Machine: Yes! You are uhhh..friends of Jessie Parran, yes?

Hawaii: You can say that.

Fun Fight Machine: I was uhh..wondering if you can tell me about her? Like, her favorite foods or music or hobbies!

Hawaii: I see. And why exactly do you want to know this...intel?

Fun Fight Machine: Umm..you see...She is uhh..she is scheduled to appear on very big Japanese talk show! The host wants to make sure she is comfortable on the show! Best service for guests! And he asked me to help him arrange good service!

*Drizzles stood up and walked in a circle around Fun Fight Machine, then got close to his face and stared him in the eye for a solid five seconds. Drizzles finally backed away*

Drizzles: Something tells me that this is a lie...it appears our Fight Machine is a little shy!

Hawaii: Drizzles says you're lying. ARE you lying?

Fun Fight Machine: Well uhh...not really....there is Japanese man who is interested in...finding out her interests.

Hawaii: Listen up kid. If you're interested in becoming Little Pimpin' Fight Machine, maybe we could help. Drizzles and I are your average, ordinary reasonable men.

Fun Fight Machine: Anything would be appreciated!

Hawaii: I'll start you off with this. Her favorite ice cream flavor....Strawberry.

Fun Fight Machine: Strawberry....ok, what else?

Hawaii: Oh ho ho ho! Hold up! You're being a bit greedy. We don't like that. You're not going to find anything else out until you help us. How? Simple! We defend our titles against James Calhoun and the Behemoth this month....you face Calhoun tonight! If you win that match....maybe we'll tell you some stuff later on. The important thing for Calhoun to know is that anyone who messes with The Strange Crew will face...severe consequences. Good luck Fighty. And hit the lights on your way out.

*Fun Fight Machine nodded, turned the lights off, and exited the room as he prepared for his match*

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Former HAW World Champion Fun Fight Machine used his motivation to defeat Former HAW World Champion James Calhoun.

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*Franco Mancini was backstage with The O'Toole Brothers, Franco with his title belt on and talking on the phone*

Franco: No, no, you tell him if he doesn't pay up, he's going to pay up another way, got it? *Franco's eyes looked past the camera* ...Look, I'll call you back, I got some other business to attend to. *Franco hung up* ...What do you want?

*Rat walked into frame, and Sean and Fergus stood by Franco's side*

Rat: I want that title Franco....but not tonight. I can wait. I don't mind waiting. I'm a calm guy, unlike your little leprechaun buddies right here.

Sean: You watch your mouth Rat.

Rat: Didn't I just beat you up last week? Or was it your brother? I can't remember, you both suck so much. *Sean and Fergus both took a step towards Rat, but Franco held them back with his arms*

Franco: Rat, I gotta be honest. I don't mind defending against you. It's a match that fans have wanted for a long time. The hottest star in wrestling today....versus the hottest star in wrestling twenty years ago. Champion versus has-been. Should be an easy night for me.

Rat: Do I look like I care what the fans want? I just know what I want.

Franco: Well I ask again, what do you want? You said you're waiting for the title, but you're here right now.

Rat: I just want to know who I'm facing tonight. Because all I was told is that I'm facing an enemy of your choosing. I'm just curious which brother I have to beat up tonight.

Franco: Well uhh...Rat. I'm sorry, but you're a bit mistaken. You're not facing either of these guys. But you are facing an old enemy.

Rat: And who is that?

*Franco pointed behind Rat*

Rat: ...Are you kidding me?!

*The camera panned over to reveal Mr. Lifeguard and El Termitas*

Mr. Lifeguard: Rat! Remember me? Remember how you got my dad thrown off the roof and took control of the company from me and fired me? And remember how you got the control of the company taken from you, and then you got fired? And how you got rehired? Well now I'm rehired! We've come full circle!

Rat: Gloat all you want that you're back...but while you toiled in the opening matches of other companies, I made bank running this company. And while you come back for a triumphant return, I have a world title in my future. Something you will never have!

Mr. Lifeguard: Rat, that's what I missed about you. Wrestling is a great competition...but sometimes, it's just personally fun to beat up a guy who deserves it.

El Termitas: I normally like a good, clean fight...but tonight, I need to agree with Lifeguard. I'll be in his corner, and I'm going to enjoy interfering- I mean...observing, the match! Keep your guard up Rat!

*Lifeguard and Termitas walked away*

Franco: This is going to be a fun little match. If you can't be those two....there's no way you can beat us three. Good luck. *The Trans-Atlantic Family walked away, leaving Rat stunned and angry*

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Caught by surprise, Rat lost to the returning Mr. Lifeguard.

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