The show opens with complete darkness. No sound, no light. Eventually, one or two arena cameras shine some dim light, and we can see that familiar eerie purple fog. David Jackson's voice fills the arena.
DJ: HWA, you underestimated me. I warned you, you did not heed that warning. Now you will suffer the consequences.
The scene shifts to a large, dark hall. All we can see are four men sitting on chairs. As the camera zooms in, we recognise them. It's Jason Craven, Peter Octavian, Keith Kincaid and Blue Thunder. Each has several cuts and bruises and are gagged, and bound to their chairs, which are placed several metres apart. Just behind them we can see Mental Mark, Cycho and Percy Peterson, hanging around. Each carrying a baseball bat. David Jackson, microphone in hand, walks into the picture.
DJ: So here we are. We have no show tonight folks, your favourite wrestling "superstars", and I use that word extremely loosely, are, as you can see, somewhat otherwise engaged.
Percy Peterson walks over to David Jackson, and whispers something in his ear.
DJ: What a great idea Percy! Yes, I think thats quite appropriate actually! Ladies and Gentlemen, please prepare yourselves for the main event of the evening!
Jackson, accompanied by Peterson and followed by Mental Mark and Cycho, walks down to the ring.
DJ: As you can see, WE here are the law and order in the HWA. Talking of which, there's one more voice i'm fed up of hearing.
Jackson nods to Mental Mark and Cycho. The two leave the ring and walk over to the announcer's desk. They grab Trent Brown and man handle him into the ring.
DJ: Percy.
Percy swings his baseball bat at Brown, hitting him in the midriff. Trent Brown goes down in a heap, clutching his chest.
DJ: Again.
Percy swings once more at Trent Brown, this time Brown cries out in pain. His face starts to go red. Jackson starts imitating Brown.
DJ: Argh, argh, oooh, ahhh, i'm having a heart attack!
It is quite possible that Trent IS having a heart attack, but that really doesn't seem to bother Jackson in the slightest.
DJ: Now then, I *did* say we would have our main event now. Guards, if you please...
We see back on the big screen, four men, all wearing Ron Royalty masks, release Thunder and Craven from their chairs (though they still have gags and their hands tied). They starting bringing them out of that dark hall, and then they appear at the top of the ramp. The Ron Royalty maks wearers push Craven and Thunder towards the ring. Thunder collapses to one knee, Craven stumbles. Jackson gets out of the ring, after nodding Peterson. He walks over to the now empty commentary table.
DJ: A ha! It's me! David Jackson, the voice of the HWA!
Percy Peterson motions for Mental Mark and Cycho to stand clear of the ring, which they do. The four mask wearers advance towards the ring, Craven and Thunder move as best as they can towards the ring. Eventually they get into the ring, where Percy Peterson is waiting for them - with his trusty baseball bat. The referee signals for the bell.
DJ: Thats right folks, I promised you a match and here we are!
Percy Peterson laughs, looking at how vulnerable Craven and Thunder are. Nevertheless he goes straight on the offensive with a couple of well placed strikes to Thunder's knees. Thunder goes down. Craven tries to kick at Peterson, but misses. Percy Peterson's attention is now firmly on Craven. He goes to strike him with the bat, but pauses, and discards the bat to one side.
DJ: Ugh, Peterson, What the hell are you doing?
Peterson raises a hand over towards Jackson, as if to say 'i know what i'm doing'. He takes the now standing Craven and Thunder, and hits a double DDT. Both men's head's hitting the groung hard. Peterson stands up with a smirk on his face. He places a conspiritational wink towards Jackson.
DJ: Well, I, er, suppose thats one way of doing it!
Peterson hooks Thunder's leg and goes for the count. Thunder kicks out. Peterson looks incredulously at him. He then spits in the face of Blue Thunder, turns, takes two steps away, then nearly takes Blue Thunder's head clean off his shoulders with a devastating round-house kick.
DJ: Oh my f'n God! I think Peterson just broke Blue Thunder's neck!
Next, Peterson turns his attention to Jason Craven. He picks up the helpless Craven, but the lights flicker then go out.
DJ: What the hell is this? This isn't in my plan!!
At the top of the ramp stands three people. Keith Kincaid - battered and bruised - is there, alongside a slightly more healthy Peter Octavian, all unbound, and now without gags. With them, is former HWA ring announcer Erin Wallace. Erin puts the microhpone to her lips and her instantly recognisable voice makes a welcome return.
EW: David Jackson, you think you're so damned smart don't you? You think you had it all covered? Well you forgot one thing Jackson - ME! I won't forget the treatment I suffered at your hands, and now you're certainly going to regret it!
Kincaid and Octavian quickly dispose of the mask wearing guards and advance towards the ring, Erin following closely behind. They get into the ring, and Peterson takes a couple of steps back. Octavian launches an attack on Peterson, but Peterson manages to defend himself. He pushes Octavian backward, and Octavian - being weak from earlier still - stumbles over the prone form of his friend Jason Craven, and lands in a heap. Kincaid retreats slightly, fearing what is to come. Peterson reaches Kincaid and manages quickly to get him on toe the ground also. Jackson grabs a mike and gets into the ring.
DJ: Erin Wallace, I laugh at your pitiful attempt to 'rescue' these people. I'm afraid it's all too little too late. Now i'm afraid you become just another casualty of law and order.
The four masked guards grab Erin and restrain her. Jackson approaches and looks her in the eye, smiling. He grabs her by the chin, and lands a kiss on her lips. Erin struggles to free herself, but she is unable to do so. Jackson eventually relents.
DJ: You're a better kisser than I remember Erin! (he laughs)
EW: Go fuck yourself Jackson.
DJ: Oh, feisty are we?! I'm sure we can make good use of that!
He plants another kiss on the beautiful Erin, and in the ring, Peterson lays the four injured men lengthways in the ring. He then lays across all four of them, indicating to the referee. Reluctantly the referee counts 1-2-3 as the show goes off the air.