RR: What is it with Irish wrestlers in the HWA?! There's never been so many! The funniest thing about all of that is the fact that my home is nearer to Dublin than any of theirs!

"Reconnect" by Sevendust hits and Dylan Wolfe stands at the top of the rampway. He gets a mixed reaction as he makes his way to the ring.

RR: Dylan Wolfe is a HELL of a competitor when he wants to be, and i stress that its when he wants to be. His record in the HWA is not particularly great, especially when you look at his win/loss record.

KK: It's almost as if he needs motivation. Which Dylan Wolfe will we see here today do you think Ron?

RR: I just don't know. Obviously I would like to see Dylan at his best, but it's really just up to him.

"Jump Around" by house of pain hits. The crowd dance around to it as the popular Shawn clover makes his way to the ring, slapping hands with fans on the way. He jumps over the top turnbuckle and prepares to face Wolfe. The bell rings and we're underway. Clover goes straight on the offensive, attempting to wrestle Wolfe into the corner. Wolfe shoves Clover back, and Clover tumbles into the centre of the ring. Wolfe takes a step backward onto the middle turnbuckle, then lands a flying elbow on to Clover. Clover rolls over in pain, but recovers in time to prevent Wolfe locking in a figure four leglock on him. Clover reverses and pushes Wolfe away.

RR: Interesting exchange here in the early going.

KK: Neither man getting an advantage, though Clover has spent a while on the mat.

They tie up, but neither man can take advantage. Clover goes for the Pot o' Gold, but Wolfe reverses and hits a DDT. Clover is reintroduced to the mat once more. This time Wolfe applies the figure four succesfully. Clover reaches for the bottom rope but can't reach it. He roars with pain and stretches his fingertips as far as possible after a slight shuffle and is able to make the rope. Referee Wallace Cunningham makes the rope break and Wolfe is back on his feet ready to apply the next attack.

RR: Dylan Wolfe is showing his crisp technical skills here, and has managed to ground the high flyer elements of Clover's game.

KK: Clover definitely needs those to win. This is a good tactical display by Wolfe, he's clearly done his research on Clover.

Clover tries to climb a turnbuckle, but Wolfe is there quickly and throws Clover to the mat in a modified facebuster. The crowd wince collectively as Clover's neck snaps backwards with the impact.

KK: Oh my God thats gotta hurt!

RR: Yes, and it's a perfect set up for something....

Sure enough, Wolfe picks up Clover and hits the Punishment Wolfe(Set-up for Tombstone Piledriver, but instead of piledriving, he falls forward, slamming the neck onto the canvas.) Wolfe makes the cover 1-2-3 and it's over.

KK: Good win by Wolfe.

RR: Certainly is. Clover put up a good fight, but he wasn't a match for Dylan Wolfe's tactical knowledge. Wolfe is a thinking man's wrestler for sure.

We are backstage, and Tiger Knight is doing his pre-match warm ups when all of a sudden three men barge into the dressing room wearing the 'carver' masks. Tiger Knight backs into a corner, then the men throw off the masks revealing them to be Pocket Change, Kevin Hurts and Bigg Money. Tiger Knight laughs at them.

TK: Jeez, I think your real faces are scarier!

Pocket Change commences a vicious attack on TK. TK goes down and all three men stomp on him. The camera catches an occaision glimpse. TK's face is now covered in blood.

PC: Consider yourself a victim of the NGW.

The three men walk away back to their dressing room, laughing and joking.

RR: I guess that means Tiger Knight will not be involved in the main event match tonight.

KK: That leaves Shawn Clover to fight single handedly against the NGW.

The scene switches back to Anderson's office where Tiger Knight has just entered.

ADA: Well if it isn't our former champion!

TK: What? Oh. Oh yeah. Well look, I'm giving my notice Anderson. I quit.

ADA: You're walking out?

TK: Yep, thats what I said.

ADA: Right. Why is that?

TK: It's this place. The management. They've had it in for me since day 1.

ADA: I don't see that TK to be honest. I mean, we've had different Presidents under your tenure here too.

TK: Well I don't like it. I keep on getting screwed out of matches.

ADA: Perhaps thats because, well, you just don't try!

TK: Thats not fair Anderson.

ADA: Well look, you only won two matches! One was a world title qualifier, the other was FOR the world title! I guess people are justified in saying that you were the biggest flash in the pan we ever saw in the HWA!

TK: What?

ADA: Yeah thats right. This place stands for pride and honour, of which you have neither. Now get the FUCK out of my office and get the FUCK out of the HWA you snivelling little piece of shit.

Anderson raises up from his side of the desk and TK gets the hell out of there as quickly as he possibly can.

RR: Anderson just OWNED Tiger Knight!

KK: Good riddance to old trash I say.

RR: Yes indeed. Now we're going backstage again. This time to the NGW dressing room.

(The NGW sits in there dressing room talking about the attack on Tiger Knight and also their up coming matches. Everyone lets out a laugh at the mention of Tiger Knight and his ill-fated title reign. A knock on the door causes everyone to stifle their laughter. Kevin Hurts gets up and answers the door. Jay Marshall stands on the other side with yet another worried look on his face.)

Jay: Kevin! Just the guy I was looking for. Earlier in the week you mentioned that you had a surprise for everyone that you would reveal tonight.

Kevin Hurts: Oh yeah. Thanks Jay! I almost forgot. One second.

(Kevin Hurts grabs a large brown bag off a nearby chair and his X-treme belt and exits the room.)

Jay: So? Are you ready to show everyone what's in the bag?

Kevin Hurts: Yeah I am. But not here.

Jay: Then where?

Kevin Hurts: Where else? Come on think about.

Jay: You mean out in the ring?

Kevin Hurts: Bingo!

(Kevin Hurts and Jay Marshall make their way to the ring passing several stagehands and other backstage crewmen. Out in the arena 'Immortal'� by Adema hits and blue strobe lights kick on. Kevin Hurts walks out with his belt in hand and the large brown bag in the other. Jay Marshall trails shortly behind him. Kevin Hurts slides into the ring and rises as Jay steps into the ring. The music cuts off as Jay grabs a mic.)

Jay: Well ladies and gentlemen. Now is the time that at least I have been waiting for. Now is the time for the unveiling of the surprise

(Kevin Hurts grabs the mic from Jay and shoves him to the side.)

Kevin Hurts: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, I told Jay earlier this week that I had a surprise for everyone. And I hold it in my hand right here! So if Jay here will be so kind as to hold my mic for a second, I’ll unveil my little surprise for everyone.

(Jay steps forward and takes the mic as Kevin Hurts grabs the bag and opens it. He pokes his head in and pulls it out laughing. He reaches in and pulls out the International Title! Hurts begins to laugh as the entire crowd begins booing him and start throwing trash at him. Kevin takes the mic back from Jay and drops the bag onto the mat.)

Kevin Hurts: I told everyone I had a surprise and here it is. What do you think? Let's see how it fits.

(Hurts puts the mic in his pocket and places the title around his waist and begins to laugh. He pulls the mic out of his pocket and raises it to his mouth once more.)

Kevin Hurts: Fits nicely. A little snug but I could get used to it.

(The crowd begins a chant of 'Asshole!')

Kevin Hurts: Oh come on now. There's no reason to call Jay here that! He hasn't done a thing yet. Don't worry folks; you won't have to worry about this belt leaving my side. It's just a small trophy I decided to collect. It isn't in circulation right now and I just couldn't bear to see it collecting dust any longer. After all, who better to hold onto the belt than the man that put it inactive?

(Jay walks over to the edge of the ring and picks up another mic.)

Jay: Well, why not bring it back and defend it like a true champion?

Kevin Hurts: Are you questioning my skills Jay?

Jay: N-No. That's not what I meant.

Kevin Hurts: Then what did you mean?

Jay: I-I just, well,

Kevin Hurts: Haha. Chill out Jay. It's ok. I know what you meant.

(Jay lets out a deep sigh of relief. A large smile crosses his face as Kevin Hurts starts to leave the ring with the X-treme title on his shoulder and International title in hand. As he reaches the ropes he turns around and walks back towards Jay. Jay holds out the mic for Hurts to talk into.)

Kevin Hurts: You know, there was one thing I forgot to say. Earlier in the week I said something else. What was it? Oh yeah! No one is safe, not even you!

(Hurts smashes Jay in head with the International title knocking him to the mat in a heap. Hurts stands over the unconscious Jay Marshall and begins to laugh once more. Hurts leaves the ring and heads to the back smiling at his handy work as a chant of Asshole!� fills the arena. Referees and EMTs run down to the ring to check on the injured Jay.)

"Immortal" by Adema hits and Kevin Hurts comes out, wearing both the X-Treme Championship, and also the International Title he had brought back out earlier in the evening. He gets roundly boo'd be the HWA faithful as he makes his way to the ring.

RR: What? No support for Hurts? Where's the rest of the NGW?!

KK: Yes that IS surprising. Perhaps this actually WILL be a fair one on one.

RR: I somehow doubt that.

"November Rain" by Guns 'N' Roses hits and Judge walks slowly down to the ring. He is met with a mixed reaction.

KK: Seems a few people are behind Judge in this match, probably just on principle because he is opposing a member of the NGW.

RR: Yeah, it's quite possible.

The match gets underway. Judge goes for the big boot. Hurts ducks and knocks Judge down with a roundhouse kick. This big man falls, but luckily falls into the turnbuckle and is quickly up again. Hurts elbows Judge a couple of times. Judge just shoves Hurts away, then clotheslines him to the mat. Hurts goes down. Judge sits on the top turnbuckle and makes himself comfortable, waiting for Hurts.

KK: Now thats just patronising Hurts!

RR: Yeah, but you've gotta love Judge's style!

Hurts eventually gets up but can't believe the disrespect Judge has showed him. He approaches Judge and tries to push him off the turnbuckle. Judge instead hooks an arm around Hurts and attempts the Tornado DDT. Hurts manages to get one hand onto the top rope though and the two men fall in a heap.

RR: Uh, oh, here's trouble.

Conner runs down the ramp and then grabs a back under the ring as two men lay their motionless. He gest in the ring and grabs a bag. The crowd is booing loudly.

KK: What's in the bag?

RR: I think I know

Conner then empties the bag and its full of thousands thumbtacs. Judge gets up and catches Conner as he throw bags accross. Conner turns around and grabs him by the throat and lifts him up but Hurts hits a low blow. Conner then kicks Judge in the stomach and then sets him up and hits the Conner Clash in the tacs. Judge screams in pain and so does Conner trying to get them out of his shins. Conner rolls out the ring and then back.

KK: A CONNER CLASH IN THE TACS! NGW WILL STOP A NOTHING.

RR: To be fair and impartial, like we're supposed to be, Judge did basically call out the NGW to attack them.

KK: We've got even more company here.

Bigg Money and Pocket Change come running down to the ring. Within a few moments all four men are putting the boots in to Judge. But suddenly, in a page out of Hulk Hogan's book, Judge manages to shake them off, sending one man flying to each corner of the ring, looking like some sort of choreography in spandex!

RR: Wow, such power from Judge.

KK: Thats why he's a multiple time HWA Champion!

But the fight back is short lived. A timely low blow from Bigg Money and Judge is bowed over. Hurts hits a DDT and Judge is grounded. Wallace Cunningham refuses to make the pin when Hurts covers Judge. Change and Conner march Cunningham over and force his hand down three times.

RR: Hurts wins, but this is just ridiculous. The NGW are having their way with the rest of the HWA roster. This simply isn't fair.

RR: Ladies and gentleman, as you all well know, the HWA owners have spoken. They have demanded Morgoth’s eviction from the HWA Presidency. In his stead, they apparently have brought forth a new president to fill in Morgoth’s shoes.

KK: And what big shoes he has to fill!

RR: Literally, but not metaphorically. In truth, Morgoth has been very lax in the ring, and in his policymaking as well. While the new President would be hard-pressed to fill in the man’s real shoes, it would seem that it wouldn’t take too much to be a better President than he was.

KK: Well, either way, Ron, if I’m not being lied to in my earpiece here, the new HWA President is about to be announced! And no, it's not you!

RR: Good, I can’t wait to see who these people have chosen. Will it be someone new? Someone we know?

KK: Keep your pants on, we’re about to find out.

RR: I suppose we are.

The lights dim. Silence fills the arena for at least a full minute, mounting suspension. The cheering fans, seeing the eeriness of the moment, quieted down as well, waiting with mute anticipation for the unveiling of the new leader of the HWA.

Once the entire crowd has silenced themselves, an old, but familiar song starts to play over the speakers. The oldest of old-school HWA fans begin to roar loudly, standing up even to announce their loyalty to an old favorite of the HWA, rather scarcely seen these days. Slightly younger fans look on in puzzlement, knowing they’ve heard that song somewhere, but not able to place it. The newest fans, those tuning in only for this new age of HWA wrestling, look on completely clueless as the song keeps playing.

The song is “Vultures” by the Offspring. The slow, bass-filled guitar riffs blast over the small, but ferocious amount of cheers.

KK: Hey... that sounds very familiar...

RR: Oh my God, it can’t be...

Fog begins to rise from the stage area, and through the haze, a large silhouette stands tall and firm.

KK: Is that...?

RR: Oh my GOD! IT IS! IT IS!!!

The fog finally dies down, and a spotlight shines on the stage, revealing the man to be none other than former HWA Champion, Former HWA President, and Current Hall of Famer Sett. He has a microphone in his hand, and he slowly raises it to his lips, listening as the die-hard fans’ cheers are amplified by the cheers of all those who know and love the man, including a fair bit of the newest of new-school fans. Sett smirks, basking in the cheers for a while longer, before finally speaking. As he does so, the music fades into nothingness, and the cheers descend in pitch to a dull roar to allow the man to speak.

Sett: Man... that was a hell of a fanfare, huh?

The crowd’s roar rises uncontrollably again, shaking the rafters with it’s pure volume. Sett shakes his head and laughs, making sure to drop the mic from his mouth in an attempt to retain some semblance of professionalism. With his free hand, he motions for the crowd to quiet down a bit, and they comply willingly.

Sett: Yeah, so I told the FX guys in the back I just wanted them to play my music and maybe throw some lights around a bit. This is what they give me. An entrance worthy of a king or some shit. You’d think I was the new HWA President, the way these guys were carrying on back there.

The camera zooms in on Sett’s face, and he winks, following it up with a little smirk. Again, the crowd roars at the final indication of what they all knew to be true in the first place: Sett had indeed been appointed the HWA President once more. Sett begins to walk to the ring, talking as he does so.

Sett: Now, I’ve been hit with a bit of controversy, especially considering my past life out of ring, and my former stint at the presidency. Apparently a few people weren’t happy with the fact that I, outside of my wrestling life, was dealing with situations that were bigger than my career, and as such, I wasn’t as prepared for things in-ring. And then there were the naysayers, saying how the HWA under my eye was one of the lowest points in HWA history. Well, I’m sorry if my actions out of ring, you know, saving the great state of Texas from organized crime and all, offended any of you. I’ll try to be a better boy next time. And as far as my presidency last time...

Sett stops speaking as he reaches the apron, and climbs in, pulling himself up to the apron and swinging his legs over the ropes as only a big man like Sett can truly pull off. Once in the middle of the ring, Sett began anew, finishing his thought from a few moments previous.

Sett: ... who can say I wasn’t entertaining? Don’t forget, you’re looking at the man who brought you one of the most legendary matches of all time! SyXx versus Billy The Bear!

The crowd laughs, and Sett nods, grinning for a moment, until his face clears, and he looks all business once more.

Sett: Let’s get serious, though. I was sitting at home a few days back, when I get an email from HWA Entertainment, Ltd. It was very short, very succinct, it more or less just said ‘get your ass to Survival, you’re HWA’s new president.’ Apparently, my good buddy Morgoth doesn’t have what it takes to run this place, so they brought in another good ol’ boy from down South. A good move, if you ask me. You kids in the audience might be wondering what the hell I’m doing now, considering I’ve got the HWA in my hands. Well, I intend on fixing things. This place has been hella boring, man! All this new talent is great, don’t get me wrong... but nothing’s happening! This isn’t your high school Greco-Roman, this is sports entertainment! And yet the only thing I’m seeing is some family-feuding Soap Opera bullshit!

The crowd cheers at Sett’s blatant denunciation of Conner and Change’s ‘feud’ turned alliance. Sett smirks and continues.

Sett: Speaking on that, I should divulge my first order of business. NGW, New Generation of Bullshit, or whatever, as soon as you guys started playing “Guess who?” with the HWA roster, I said I would bring you down. Now that you’ve finally revealed yourselves, I find it won’t be so hard after all. I haven’t quite decided how I’m getting to destroy you, but just keep watch, kiddos. Just hide and watch while I show you how old-schoolers win matches: With style, with skill, not with trickery and backstage bullshit. Aside from that, well, this goes out to everyone in HWA: Just expect this place to be a lot more fun, now that I’m here. I’m here for you. Any of you kids need something, you’ll know where to find me. Oh, and one more thing. Now that I’m in charge, if any of you decide to step out of line, expect a very swift retribution, at the hands of some Southern Justice. Got it? Good.

Sett nods the a nearby ring attendant and hands him the mic, raising his arms into the air as “Vultures” and the crowd’s cheers come up. Grinning, Sett, for the second time, basks in the crowd’s acceptance, turning back to face the ramp, leaving the ring and making his way to the back.

KK: Well I’ll be damned...

RR: Sett’s back! Sett’s back and in control of the HWA, ladies and gentlemen! Finally, this place is going to be set right!

KK: Pun intended, Ron?

TB: ... shut up, Keith.

Kevin Hurts and Pocket Change walk down to the ring to the NGW Theme tune, they are accompanied by Bigg Money and are looking incredibly confident.

KK: I suppose they've got every reason to be confident! It's a 2 on 1 match since TK walked out!

RR: Thats right. Shawn Clover has a hell of a job on his hands here. In fact really, with Bigg Money at ringside, and lets be honest, Conner will probably be down here at some point too, it's going to be more than just 2 on 1. Plus he's already had a match tonight!

"Jump Around" by House of Pain hits, and while the crowd dance around to it, doing the trademarked head bobbing, Shawn clover's face is much more serious.

RR: There walks a man with the weight of the federation resting on his shoulders.

KK: Yeah, but can he get the job done? I say its damned near impossible.

Clover gets into the ring, and even before the bell rings he is set upon by Change and Hurts. The two men pummel him down with rights and lefts. All Clover can do is roll out of the ring. Clover grabs a chair and throws it at Change. This takes Change out of the match for a few seconds, allowing Clover to knock down Hurts with a drop kick. Clover goes to retrieve the chair but he is blindsided by Bigg Money who sends Clover hurtling into the crowd barrier. Clover collides awkwardly, his ribs taking the brunt of the impact.

Next, Kevin Conner appears the other side of the railings, dressed as a fan in a hoodie. He grabs Clover around his neck. The others take turns in finishing the job on Shawn Clover's ribs while Conner maintains the choke hold. Shawn Clover starts to turn purple.

RR: Shit. They're going to KILL Clover! Somebody DO something!

KK: Ron! Why don't you get out there and help?

RR: I can't. I'm only hired as an announcer remember. I wish I could.....

KK: Well who the hell else IS there?! Judge is out injured now, Tiger Knight quit, Dylan Wolfe just had a match with Clover and is unlikely to help.

RR: The HWA just doesn't have anyone out there to stop the NGW. I'm putting out a plea. Can ANYONE out there help us fight the NGW?!

KK: Wait a second, i'm getting word in my headset, Anderson has authorised a match, next week: YOU CAN WRESTLE!! You and Sett versus two of the NGW!!

The show goes off the air as Shawn Clover finally taps out after putting up a brave fight.