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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