Alex Mysterio and Evan Blane are in the ring waiting already when "Irish Pub Song" by Flogging Molly hits and out comes St Patrick to good applause.

TB: St Patrick used to be called Vulcher in the HWA but ever since he changed his name to St. Patrick to embrace his roots he has been much more impressive in my opinion and it may be time for him to hold gold here.

St. Patrick slides into the ring and both Mysterio and Blane attack him seeming to have an alliance for this match. He takes their kicks but still gets up unfazed and starts battling back. He gives Mysterio a snap suplex and then as he’s getting up Blane goes for a kick but Patrick catches it and he leg sweeps him. Both his opponents are down and St. Patrick gets on the top rope. Mysterio is back up and charges at Patrick on the turnbuckle. He roundhouse punches at Patricks legs trying to trip him off but Patrick jumps off and hits a hurricurrana on Blane who just got up. Mysterio charges Patrick hoping to catch him off guard but he goes right into a kick to the gut and then the King's Cross (Double Underhook Facebuster).

TB: Wow St. Patrick is owning these guys and now he just has to make the cover.

He covers Mysterio. Blane is up and goes to break up the count with an elbow drop but Patrick gets up and Mysterio gets elbowdropped and appears to be out. Patrick gets up and headbutts Blane stunning him then delivers a massive powerbomb and it appears as if Blane’s neck is broken. Both his opponents are out and Patrick covers Mysterio for the 3 and then he covers Blane for the same and wins.

KK: Geez what a kill.

TB: St. Patrick is now X-treme champion. Must be great to be him, owning prestigious HWA gold and also I hear he has a special lady now.

KK: Good for him I’m thrilled. Fact is he beat two scrubs. Let’s see him go up against the cream of the crop.

TB: Hold on a second Keith, I'm getting word that HWA's very own Kayle Thomas is backstage with Tristan Wolfe!

The HWATron lights up as we see Kayle Thomas standing next to Tristan Wolfe. The two appear to be already into a conversation when Kayle suddenly looks at the camera and realizes that they're live.

Kayle Thomas: Well hello there. My name is Kayle Thomas and, standing next to me is a man who needs no introduction. Former HWA Commissioner and former HWA Tag Team Champion, Tristan Wolfe. Tristan, thank you so much for joining me tonight.

Tristan Wolfe: 'Tis no problem lass, always glad to help out. Speaking of which, ah must thank ye for helpin' me out last week, ye know what ah mean? Ah was fearing for my bloody life when ye're sister went all... all... well, quite frankly, all pyscho-bitch on me!

Kayle Thomas: Yeah, well... take it from me, she does that often. But enough about Kristin, let's talk about you. Tonight, you have a Tag Team Match with Syren in which you face off against her ex-beau Ryan Maxem and his friend, Dylan Wolfe.

Tristan Wolfe: Let me just stop ye right there Kayle, see... ah noticed ye did something just then.

Kayle Thomas: What do you mean? What'd I do?

Tristan Wolfe: Ryan Maxem and his "friend" Dylan Wolfe? Dun't think I didn't catch that tone.

Kayle Thomas: What tone, I was just saying...

Tristan Wolfe: No need to defend yerself lass, nothin' to be ashamed of. After all, 'tis not exactly any surprise that Ryan and Dylan are, how do ye say, lesbian lovers?

The fans laughed maniacally at this as Kayle stared at Tristan in surprise.

Kayle Thomas: Um, Tristan... Ryan and Dylan would have to be women to be lesbians...

Tristan Wolfe: Ah ha, right ye are lass! And though ye try and defend them lass, ye do them more shame. Note, my dear fans, that she dun't try and deny the fact that they were, indeed, lovers.

Kayle's face flushed in embarassment as the fans, again, laughed.

Tristan Wolfe: But, like ah said, nothin' to be embarassed 'bout. What Ryan and Dylan do with this bottle of baby lotion that was, mistakenly, sent to mah dressing room instead of the "other" Wolfe's dressing room is none of mah business.

Tristan cringes at the thought as he quickly throws the plastic bottle off camera, a disgusted look on his face. The fans are loving every bit of this act of humiliation though, as a small "Tristan" chant starts up amongst the ranks of the HWA faithful.

Tristan Wolfe: But, enough jokes aside lass, ye were right 'bout one thing... Ryan Maxem and Dylan Wolfe are not women, though they do tend to act like women, dress like women and, of course, hit like women. But ye see, all that confusion on what gender they are comes to an end tonight. 'Cause Syren and ah are hell-bent on gettin' back OUR Tag Team Championships. And if we have to go through these sons-of-bitches, then that's exactly what we'll do! So Maxemum Pain match ye say? Well Maxem, Wolfe, ye two mother-fuckers haven't felt anythin' yet!

Tristan stared intensly into the camera as it faded to black.

KK: Hmmmm. . .

The HWAtron goes back on and we see a man in a suit walking around backstage looking for someone. He walks into a room and begins to laugh at whatever he sees there.

TB: Who was that?

KK: I recognize him, that’s Richard Compaq, the co-owner of the EWA, a fledgling fed that coincidently, Dan Sawyer part owns.

TB: Interesting.

In the ring Danny Starr is in the ring getting booed loudly for his return.

TB: It’s odd. It’s a big deal that Danny Starr is back. But with little fanfare. I wanted to interview him before the show but he wouldn’t return my calls. Oh well.

Suddenly "Rock Superstar" by Cypress Hill hits and Dan Sawyer comes running out getting booed. He looks determined and slides in the ring going after his nemesis Starr. They trade blows and Starr irish whips him then clotheslines Sawyer down. Sawyer is back but is met with a running knee that flips him. Starr kicks him in the head and starts the boots.

TB: Starr still has what it takes, he’s destroying Sawyer.

Richard Compaq walks out and at this time Danny Starr is kicking the crap out of Dan Sawyer then he grabs a mic

TB: What does this tool want?

Richard: Hello Daniel Starr this is what we had in store for you if you were wondering

Now EWA Members come from underneath the ring and from the stage and crowd and attack Starr, there must be at least 20+ members at this point in the ring then HWA Members Alex Mysterio, Seth Raines, Evan Blane, and Draven Masters come down and beat the crap out of EWA Members and they clear the ring. But by this time Danny Starr is destroyed.

KK: Great Mayhem.

TB: A lot of interference there but Cunningham is allowing it. I wonder if he was instructed to allow this beating of Starr? Anyway the crowd doesn’t seem to sympathetic.

Sawyer pulls Starr to his feet and is trash talking him. He hard clotheslines him down. Then he applies the Halls of Sensation on Starr. Cunningham checks Starr who has obviously passed out and he calls for the bell. Sawyer refused to let go and Richard Compaq is in the ring and gets in Starr’s face while he’s still in the Halls of Sensation.

Richard: This is not an invasion just a sample of what happens when you fuck with the EWA Co-Owner Dan Sawyer.

KK: Ridiculous.

TB: Well I don’t think the HWA needs to worry about any invasions we’re pretty strong but Starr didn’t take it too well.

The HWAtron goes on and we see the inside of David Jackson’s office. He’s sitting with his legs on the desk smoking a cigar. Suddenly the door knocks.

Jackson: S’Open!

The door opens and in comes Kristen Thomas.

Kristen: You wanted to see me Mr. Jackson?

Jackson: Ah yes. I have a great opportunity for you Kristen. An opportunity to move up in the ranks if you will.

Kristen: Great! What is it!?!

Jackson: From now on you are my personal secretary!

Kristen: Secretary?

She scrunches up her nose like she doesn’t like the idea.

Jackson: Think about it! Working directly for me! The president!

Kristen: But Neil’s back—

Jackson gets up and throws the cigar and pounds on the desk.

Jackson: Never speak his name in my presence again! Do you understand!!!

Kristen: Uhm ok don’t have a hizzy.

Jackson: Now take down this correspondence . . .

Scene fades out.

Syren can be seen walking down the halls of the arena towards her dressing room to prepare for her matches. It wasn't going to be easy, she knew, but she would do her best and whatever the outcome, keep right on trying. She is strangely without Tristan Wolfe. She has a determined look on her face as she rounds the corner and bumps into somebody.

Syren: Sor....

The apology dies in her throat as she looks up, directly into the face of none other than Ryan Maxem. The determined look is wiped off of her face as she freezes. With a disgusted look on his face Maxem grimaces as he looks on in the eyes of ex-girlfriend Syren. Taking several steps backwards, Syren is cornered as Maxem has her pinned against a wall. With anger in his eyes, and destruction on his mind Maxem does no more the punch the wall, and lean towards the shaking body of Syren.

Maxem: So...how are you Syren?

Syrens eyes dart to her left and right, searching for anybody who might come to her rescue. The halls are, unfortunately for her, empty. She plasters her back against the wall as she moves her gaze back onto Ryan Maxems face.

Syren: I was doing just fine Ryan.

Maxem: You know what Im here to talk about right Syren?

Still with that look of anger on his face, it is obvious Maxem isn't to pleased about some things Syren said. With Syrens mind going crazy, all she can think to do is look or scream for help.

Maxem: Well....are you going to answer me, or think about trying to get away?

Syrens eyes widen as she decides not to run away, for the consequence of her actions could be far more severe then she had thought. Still without any word from Syren, Maxem puts a bit of pressure on Syren as he inches closer and closer to her face.

Maxem: You know Syren. I have never hit a woman yet, but this time Im this close to dragging you back to my locker room where I can torture you as much as Id like.

Syren flinches but the wall prevents her from going anywhere. A soft whimper escapes her throat, unknown to her. Her body begins to tremble slightly as she looks into his angry eyes.

Maxem: Im not here to play games anymore Syren! You know what this is all about! I heard what you had told Tristan and Im not very pleased that you forgot to mention the times we shared. You neglected to tell him everything I have remembered. Surely he wouldn't be too pleased if he knew the information I had been holding in my mind. Of course he wouldn't...now Syren I know your new boyfriend was cut a bit short when god was giving everyone braincells, but Im not. I love how hes so easily seduced by you. He acts as if he has never touched or seen a womans body before.

Ryan takes his hand and slowly takes one of his fingers and places it upon her lips, moving it from Syrens mouth, sliding it smoothly all the way down to her breast, grabbing it as he stops. She jerks as if touched with a hot iron and shoots him a glare. He takes his hand off not caring about what Syren has to say about him grabbing her.

Maxem: Unfortunately thats not why youre still standing in front of me. You see Syren...that idiot of a boyfriend you have might just find himself back in another hospital bed if you dont tell him the truth about our relationship.

Syren gulps.

Maxem: And the best part about all of it....youll be right next to him in your own little bed.

It seems that thought has brought a sick, and sadistic smile across the face of Ryan Maxem.

Maxem: Now Syren, what are you going to tell him. Huh?

Syren seems to have tired of the abuse as soon as he touched her. She sets her spine straight and goes toe to toe with him, her eyes narrow as her voice comes out a feral hiss.

Syren: First of all, I should smack you for having the nerve to touch me like you just did... and second of all...

She takes a bold step forward, glaring into his eyes.

Syren: Im going to tell him to beat the living shit out of you.

With all of Syrens adrenaline pumping she now finds herself toe to toe with a 6'7 monster of the HWA. Syren obviously oversized, and it seems the tables have turned as Maxem pushes Syren back against the wall. He forcefully pins Syren against the wall for the second time as she hits her head hard on the wall. Maxem, restraining himself from hitting Syren, punches the wall hard missing her face by only an inch. The tape on Maxems hands take away some impact of the wall, but Ryan still feels it and the grim expression he makes on his face actually scares Syren.

Maxem: Youre going to tell him the truth Syren...youre going to tell him you killed my baby you were supposed to have!

Syrens eyes widen and her jaw drops. His words rendering her speechless for the moment. The adrenaline flowing through her veins causes her to give a mighty shove, actually moving him back, if only about an inch.

Syren: What the fuck Maxem? Is that all you wanted to do? Dredge up the past? Try to mess up my relationship? Everything that ever happened with you was a mistake. YOU were the biggest mistake that I ever made in my life!!!

She slides under his arm and begins to stomp off down the hallway, her insides churning, hoping against all hope that Tristan hadnt seen the confrontation, hoping she would get to him first and be able to explain. Maxem doesnt chase after her and actually begins laughing. He thinks of other things that would piss her off before running away from her confrontation with Maxem. He shouts to her as she makes her way down the hall.

Maxem: I told you it was going to hurt Syren.

Syren still pissed about what Ryan had brought back up from however long ago. She still manages to yell something back at Ryan even though she is clearly trying to ignore him.

Syren: The only thing that hurts is remembering that I was once with YOU. Why dont you just accept that fact that you couldnt please anybody in bed? You fail in giving women what they want in bed.

Maxem simply laughs loud enough for Syren to hear. She stops dead in her tracks and wonders why that would be so funny to him.

Maxem: I wasnt trying to find your pleasure spots. And in any case, how could you get that "feeling every woman wants" anyways. You and I both know, you were far from that feeling Syren. After all I was breaking you in.

Maxem drops his head and continues laughing hysterically.

Maxem: It wasnt about you in the first place Syren. Maybe I was the biggest mistake of your life. But its for all the wrong reasons. But now that you have Tristan Im sure he will have no trouble finding room inside you for his little lucky charm.

Syrens fist clenches and unclenches by her side as she glares at Ryan Maxem.

Syren: You disgusting, uncultured, swine... Why dont you get some god damned manners? And while youre at it, find yourself a working brain. Youre impossible. Youre not even a tenth of the man Tristan is.

She drops her gaze purposely.

Syren: And I do mean less than one-tenth of what he is.

She begins to stride back towards him.

Syren: I have a match to get ready for, but this is something for you to remember me by.

Her palm collides with his cheek with a sharp crack. She looks totally pleased until she sees the anger swirling in his eyes. She wisely makes a hasty retreat, glancing over her shoulder to see if he was chasing her. Maxem doesn't move, he just stands there with a cocky smile.

The HWATron lights up again as we see a shot of Tristan Wolfe's locker room. The shot is soley on the front door and, the only reason we know it belongs to him, is because of his name embroidered into the plaque that rests along the door. The fans cheer loud, realizing that his match was drawing near.

TB: Well Tristan's Tag Team Match is up soon folks and one has to wonder how he'll fair with those injured ribs.

KK: If he's injured Trent, why doesn't he just not wrestle?

TB: Because Tristan's the type of guy that doesn't back down from a fight Keith.

KK: Well he should back down from this one, Ryan Maxem and Dylan Wolfe are a formidable pair... or so I've heard. But enough about them, where's Syren? We should try and get a locker room shot of her! Do you think she's changed for her match yet Trent!? Oh man, what if she hasn't!? Bra and Panties! Bra and Panties!

TB: Geez... settle down Keith.

The door opens and Tristan Wolfe appears to a chorus of cheers as he walks out of the locker room, dressed in his usual wrestling attire (the black tights with green cloverleafs on them). Though, in honor of his OTHER Tag Team Partner, St. Patrick, Tristan is sporting a brand-new Last Saints of Ireland T-Shirt. The T-Shirt is black with a irish claymore cutting through a green cloverleaf. Tristan appears ready and prepared for his match, his ribs thoroughly taped for the contest, hoping no further damage would be done to them. Tristan continues walking down the hall until he turns the corner and appears to come face-to-face with an individual. The camera rotates around as we get a shot of Tristan glaring straight at Fudge. A mixed reaction is given to Fudge as he is sporting his newly won Tag Team Championship on his shoulder. Fudge smirks at Tristan as he sees that his gaze went to the title belt, a title which over a week ago he had held. Tristan catches Fudge's smirk and gives him one of his own.

Tristan Wolfe: Ye know lad, that title belongs to me.

Fudge looks down at the title on his shoulder as if just realizing that it was there. Fudge's eyes then loomed back up to Tristan.

Fudge: Funny... doesn't look that way to me.

Tristan Wolfe: Soon enough lad, soon enough.

Fudge's smirk disappeared, as did Tristan, as the two glared into each other's eyes.

Fudge: You know something, you've got a funny way of showing gratitude.

Tristan Wolfe: Gratitude!? What the fuck ah'm ah suppose to thank ye for!? For cheating me out of mah Tag Team Titles!?

Fudge: How 'bout for saving your woman, for one!

Tristan Wolfe: Sy can handle herself just fine. As for ye savin' her, yeah lad... ye did, from someone who ye claimed to be yer enemy but, the very next, teamed up with. If ye ask me, ah think 'twas all a ruse just so that ye can get these fans to love ye again.

Fudge: Who said anything about the fans? What did THEY ever do for me!?

The fans boo loudly as this change in Fudge's attitude as Tristan continues to glare Fudge down.

Tristan Wolfe: Ye know lad, just 'cause ye did one good dead in yer pathetic life doesn't make ye a saint. Perhaps if ye hadn't been a coward and actually done somethin' last week when Sy and ah needed ye to, this conversation might be havin' a different tune.

Fudge: I... am not... a coward!

Tristan Wolfe: Oh really? Then perhaps ye have a better explanation for why ye stayed in the ring while Sy and ah valiantly fought off yer "enemies!"

Fudge: First thing you learn in this business, "lad," is to know when to call it quits. The odds were not in my favor, that's why. I didn't want what happened to you two to happen to me as well. Face it, it was a lost cause.

Tristan Wolfe: Lost cause ye say? Hmm...

Suddenly, without warning, Tristan reared back and nailed Fudge with a hard right, surprising the former 5-time Champion and knocking him down to the ground. Tristan leered overhead as Fudge glared up at Tristan, fire in his eyes.

Tristan Wolfe: Ye know what ah think laddie!? Yer a fuckin' lost cause!

Fudge forced himself to his feet and an ensuing battle was clear but David Jackson quickly asserted himself into the situation, getting in between the two contestants and seperating them as best as he could.

David Jackson: Hold it, hold it! This is NOT happening! Not tonight! I'm not about to let you two tear each other apart, not when Tristan has a match up next!

The two didn't seem to heed Jackson's words as they tried to get to each other once more.

David Jackson: Damn it, stop it! Stop it! You two want to fight, fine... you'll do it in the ring!

The fans cheered loudly for this as this seemed to have gotten Tristan and Fudge's attention.

David Jackson: But not tonight. Next week, on Survival, it'll be Tritsan Wolfe vs. Fudge in a No DQ match! Not only that, but it'll be Falls Count Anywhere! But that's not all... see, I know how badly you two want to tear each other apart, I can see it in your eyes. Therefore, this match will have a Special Guest Referee... ME!

What was shaping up to be a hell of a match appeared to have just been ruined as the fans booed at this while Tristan and Fudge turned their attention to Jackson, their hatred running off onto him.

David Jackson: Now get the hell out of here Tristan, you have a match to lose!

Jackson laughed to himself as Tristan glared at the President, then over at Fudge. Tristan walked by without incident as Jackson turned to Fudge.

David Jackson: Don't worry about a thing Fudge, you're in good hands with David Jackson.

Fudge merely glared at Jackson before walking off as Jackson continued to laugh.

TB: Oh man, that'll be a hell of a match but who knows what type of factor Jackson will be.

KK: What are you talking about Trent, Jackson will call it down the middle, like he always does!