*The show faded in to show an empty ring and cheering crowd. Seconds later, a guitar riff played through out the arena, and out came LaZor and Mr. Lifeguard to a huge cheer from the crowd*

Edward Findleton: Look at that! It's a site I never thought I'd see again, LaZor and Mr. Lifeguard are back together! I mean, some may argue we've seen this for a while, the only difference is one of them isn't wearing a mask...but still! This is historic!

*LaZor and Lifeguard got into the ring, took microphones, and pumped up the crowd a bit more before finally letting them settle down, giving them a chance to speak*

Mr. Lifeguard: Well it looks like The Musical Lifeguard Chairs are back!

LaZor: That's right! Now, this didn't happen under the circumstances I wish it did. Sure, it's great to come out as my real self, as LaZor...but last week...we were blindsided. And in the process, those BioFuel Engineers ripped off the mask of El Termitas. *LaZor shook his head and Mr. Lifeguard gave him a pat on the shoulder as the crowd booed* Now, the cat is out of the bag. But I want all of you at home to know, that this won't be the last time you see El Termitas. You see, I still have the mask. And I vow to scour the world until I find a wrestler capable of wearing this mask. I don't know if it will be a three months or ten years...but one day...you will see El Termitas II!

Mr. Lifeguard: That's right, El Termitas will return! BioFuel Engineers, you're going to learn about wrestling really quickly. You sneak attack someone, they rise up, and come back! It doesn't matter if it's El Termitas or Mr. Lifeguard or LaZor, we come back, and we come back stronger!

LaZor: And we're ready right now. So if you two have any courage, you would come down here and fight us!

*LaZor and Lifeguard got in fighting stances and looked at the entrance way. The BioFuel Engineers, Sydney Mason and Dalton Elkins, then appeared, though on the jumbotron instead of on the stage*

Sydney: Hey guys, whoa...calm down for a second. You two seem a bit on edge.

Dalton: You really shouldn't be upset we beat the hell out of you last week. LaZor, we did you a favor! You don't have to wear that stupid mask to the ring anymore! Although, your face isn't much better

Sydney: Yeah, we shouldn't have took his mask off, looking at him now...but guys, you need to understand...we HAD to do that. You said we had to prove ourselves before we get a tag team title shot...well, we proved ourselves. We just got done talk to Freezer Man, and next week...we're in a match for the tag team championship!

Dalton: Maybe you two got a bit complacent with your jobs, but the fact is, we've already proven more than you, and we're going to prove it next week when we beat The Men of Power. And you two can...watch from the sidelines. It's a good place for washed up guys like you.

Sydney: And WHEN we win the championship...maybe, just maybe, we'll be nice and let you take a shot at us. But it's all about the process. Respect the process! *Sydney and Dalton walked off screen and the jumbotron went black. Lifeguard and LaZor just shook their heads in anger, then exited the ring and returned up the ramp*

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In the contracted HAW wrestler battle royal, Bigg Pimpin' Alex emerged victorious, and he joins Viking as a challenger for Franco Mancini's title!

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*Bigg Pimpin' Alex was walking back behind the curtain after the match. He took a water from a stage hand and began to re-hydrate himself, when Kitty Kayleen came up to him*

Kitty: Alex...that was an impressive victory. *She ran a hand across his chest* You really dominated out there.

Alex: Did you ever doubt me? Because I didn't. I'm ready for more gold, I've got it around my neck, now I'll get it around my waist again!

Kitty: And I think I can help you with that...and then maybe you can return the favor, and help me?

Alex: Really? You're asking me to help you? Look, we made a business deal, and at this point, I don't need it anymore! Jessie is old news, I've got my eyes set on the future, and I can't have that idiot Fun Fight Machine causing me trouble! So listen Kitty, I don't need you anymore. Go try and find some other gullible guy to help you!

*Alex walked away, leaving Kitty fuming and staring daggers at him*

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*Meanwhile, Fun Fight Machine was walking backstage and saw Jessie's locker room. He approached it, but the door was open, and he heard talking inside. Fun Fight Machine stood outside the doorway and listened, as Crystal Cyclone and Jessie Parran were talking inside*

Crystal: You ready Jessie? Main event woman's tag match tonight, us against Kitty and Rachel!

Jessie: I'm ready, and I know with your energy you're always ready.

Crystal: Damn right I am! And....Fun Fight Machine?

Jessie: What about him?

Crystal: Is he coming down with us?

Jessie: That's what he said. He still wants to be there for me, so I appreciate that.

Crystal: Awww, that's really sweet of him! You two would go great together!

Jessie: Wait, what? Oh, I think you have the wrong idea.

Crystal: Come on! He's a cute guy!

Jessie: I really think we should focus on preparing for our match!

Crystal: Just admit it, he's really cute!

Jessie: Well....yes, yes he is! *Hearing this, Fun Fight Machine's face lit up in a smile*

Crystal: I knew it! You like him! *Jessie laughed and rolled her eyes*

Jessie: Look, the match. That's what we need to focus on! Follow me, I have some video I want to show you to scout some of their other matches. *Jessie and Crystal started to leave the room. Fun Fight Machine looked around outside for a hiding spot, and dove head first into a garbage can. A few seconds later Crystal and Jessie exited the room and walked away. Fun Fight Machine popped his garbage covered head out of the can, still smiling*

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*Gregory Greystone was standing in a studio, with a small group of adults sitting in chairs behind him*

Gregory Greystone: Good evening HAW! I've been put on a special assignment tonight as I conduct a focus group! I'm going to be showing a new advertisement, and these randomly selected individuals will give me their opinion on it! So join in and watch the ad!

*Gregory faded to black, and in faded the beginning shot of the commercial, a zoomed in shot of loose soil. A few moments later, a shovel stuck into the dirt. The camera then panned up the shovel, to reveal James Calhoun, standing in proudly with a setting sun behind him*

James Calhoun: Hello everybody. I'm James Calhoun, and I want to tell you about myself.. This land...this land is where I grew up. It's what I called home. I loved my home. But the time came where I had to become a man...and I had to leave my home. I.........I remember the tears in my mother's eyes. Proud, but sorrowful. My father gave me a firm handshake, and I made my way out on my own. Everyday I fought. Sometimes I won, and sometimes...I lost. We've all been there.

*Calhoun started walking, and made his way to a pond. He picked up a stone and skipped it across the water, then turned back to the camera*

James Calhoun: I want all of you to know....that I truly, truly believe that everytime I fight, I fight for you! And the only way for me to win again...is for all of you to vote me in to the HAW World Championship Match. There's a lot of options, and a lot of deserving choices. But would you really want to reward people so rich already, like the BioFuel Engineers? Or a bunch of freaks like The Strange Crew? Of course not. The world doesn't need incompetent idiots like the MuscleGang in that spot. And who would you rather vote for, a man who left the United States Navy, like Mitchell Row? Or a man who supports ALL the armed forces, like myself? *Calhoun turned back towards the farmland one last time* That used to be my home...but now...HAW is my home. Let's make this our home! Vote for me, and I promise you, this mafia reign of terror will be over shortly!

*Calhoun gave a thumbs up, and the commercial faded out, and back to Gregory*

Gregory: Ok, so I'm join by Edna, Gordon, Claudio, and Sharon! First off, how many of you have heard of James Calhoun before this video? *The four group members all looked at each other, then shrugged*

Edna: I have never come in contact with James Calhoun.

Gregory Greystone: Ok. So after seeing this ad, what do you think of him as a person?

Claudio: This is a respectable man. He shows true virtues, strong character, and I think he would be the best champion for HAW.

Sharon: He is very handsome, and he has a good way with words.

Gordon: If my house was on fire, and I needed a man to rescue my children, I'd get James Calhoun to rescue them. I trust him that much.

Gregory Greystone: Wow...that's high praise for such a short ad. Do you guys agree with his attacks on groups like the MuscleGang?

Sharon: Well of course! How pathetic is it that four men are going around giving out t-shirts and pins trying to get someone to vote for them?

Edna: Honestly, I wish he went a bit harder after the Trans-Atlantic Family, Franco Mancini is a fake champion!

Gregory Greystone: Wait...are any of you HAW fans? *The four all stayed silent* O....k...Umm, well what about-

Claudio: I didn't get to answer the question about the attacks!

Gregory Greystone: Sorry Claudio! You may say your piece!

Claudio: The part of the ad that resonated the most with me was his attack on Mitchell Row. Why should we support someone who used to be in the arm services? Does Mitchell Row even support the armed services now? I know that James Calhoun does.

Gregory Greystone: Well that's a fair point Claudio, but-

Claudio: And furthermore, Mitchell Row's World Championship reign was terrible compared to James Calhoun's World Championship reign!

Gordon: James Calhoun let an injured child face for him the title! It's inspirational and the feel good story this country needs!

Gregory Greystone: I think you guys have actually been following HAW quite closely and-

Edna: Not only has James Calhoun been World Champion, he's also been National Champion!

Sharon: James Calhoun is the first man to hold all eligible titles for HAW!

Claudio: I'm definitely voting for him over a loser like Mitchell Row!

Gordon: I want James Calhoun to hold World, National, and Tag titles!

Gregory Greystone: Uhh..I'm..not sure what's going on here...Edward, back to you, I think? *The Gregory Greystone focus group feed cut out. Mitchell Row was backstage, watching it all unfold on TV. He sighed*

Mitchell Row: Typical Calhoun...this isn't even worth my time. I'm getting my bags and going. *Row turned to leave and took a few steps, before stopping in his tracks. The camera panned to show a small envelope labeled “MITCHELL ROW” on Row's suitcase. Row picked it up, opened it, and read the letter inside. Row nodded, pocketed the letter and left with his bags*

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*Footage of Viking wrestling in previous NRWL matches and in other independent promotions was shown, as Viking started to narrate over it*

Viking: Over ten years ago, I began my career. My size. My potential. My passion. It was unmatched by all. The only thing standing in my way....was opportunity. I was never given that opportunity. A man as fierce as me was overlooked. I was forgotten. I made my back across the ocean. I assumed my time in North America was finished. I continued on, wrestling at fairs...in school gymnasiums...even in tavern's in the dead of the Scandanavian winter, with no working heat. But through the icy conditions I faced, the fire in my never quit burning. When I was given the call to come to HAW, I knew I had to make the most of it. This will be my last chance to be remembered. Like my ancestors, I will not fail. Everyone will always remember the name...of Viking.

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*The Trans-Atlantic Family made their way out to the ring, Franco Mancini with his World Championship on his shoulder. When they got to the ring, Franco took a mic*

Franco: So it looks like I know two of my opponents so far. I've got two large men, Viking and Bigg Pimpin' Alex. Bad news for them...I know how to deal with guys like them. You hit 'em hard, they're just a piece of cake. See, it's this fan vote that has me a bit on edge. Don't get me wrong, I trust you guys! I want you all to vote for who you want. But the fact is, I'm a guy who likes to be in control of a situation. And that fact that it could be anybody...well, I just don't like that.

Edward Findleton: Ladies and gentlemen, I just want to remind you I am eligible to, and a former HAW World Champion...

Franco: I'm going to do something I don't normally do...and I'm going to ask you guys for a bit of help. I want all of you to vote for- *Franco Mancini was cut off as The MuscleGang music hit, and the crowd erupted in cheers. All four MuscleGang members came out, each wearing the pink “Vote 4 Crash” shirts. They came to the ring and each took mics*

Crash: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match between the World Champion and the National Champion....Frederic St. Pierre! He beat you last week Franco! He's better than you! And just like Frederic, when the fans vote me in, I'm going to beat you, and become the HAW World Champion! So everyone watching, whatever you do, don't listen to Franco Mancini! I repeat, do not follow Franco Mancini's orders!

Franco: Listen dimwit, I was going to tell them to vote for you.

Crash: ...Wait, really?

Franco: Yeah, really. The fans want a good match, I get that. But I also want an easy match. It's fair a compromise. Yeah, I ain't facing the toughest member of the MuscleGang...and well, I ain't facing the weakest member either. *Franco and the O'Tooles glanced at Lovable Liam*

Frederic: Your problem, Franco, is you rank us...best, worst. Weakest, toughest. We are all strong, we are all united. The MuscleGang can not be defeated.

Fergus: Really? Because it looks like today your giant just completely choked! Oden Schreiner...loses in a battle royal. That's pathetic!

Oden: You will listen to me! If you do not shut up, I will use you as battle royal practice, pick you up, and toss you into the front row!

Franco: Calm down guys, no need for fighting tonight! I don't want that. I just came out here to support you crash.

Crash: Well Franco, I...I appreciate the support. Everyone, ignore what I said before, and listen to Franco! He knows what he's talking about!

Lovable Liam: ...He called me the weakest member.

Crash: Well, yes. But Liam, don't push that. He's endorsing us.

Lovable Liam: But I'm not the weakest!

Crash: I know, we said, none of us are weak, we went over this already Liam!

Lovable Liam: No. I'm not letting this go. I've been pushed too long. Everyone thinks of me as the runt of the litter, but I'm an experienced wrestler.

Crash: Please Liam, just don't attack them! Crossover appeal creates fans!

Lovable Liam: I'm not going to attack them...but you know what? If I'm the weakest....then I challenge the other weakest person. I challenge Sean O'Toole to a match at the next large event! Sean always loses, Sean always stays in the back! I want Sean! *Fergus and Franco turned to Sean. Sean put on his game face and approached Liam*

Sean: I've been called a lot of things...but the weak link? Boy, you're going to be in trouble. I accept. *Crash and Franco separated Liam and Sean. The MuscleGang cautiously exited the ring, and headed up the ramp, their mission for the day done*

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With Fun Fight Machine in their corner, Crystal Cyclone and Jessie Parran beat Kitty Kayleen and Rachel.

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