* We are backstage after Overdrive #7 Main event just ended, as we see Austin Aries passing through the curtain still your Cruiserweight champion. Waiting for him is none other than his protege TJ Perkins. Both embrace and celebrate together. *

TJ: I knew you weren't going to lose to that nobody.

AA: Kid. It was all part of the plan. I knew HWL Management was going to make this match fair. Although I'm sorry I couldn't have you there to see me kick his ass.

TJ: Don't sweat it Double A. Just watching you from the back gave me spine chills. Especially when you connected the BrainBuster from the middle rope. That deserves a quick dab.

* TJP gives a quick dab and maintains it for 2 more seconds and gets back up in position. As Austin Aries claps him 3 times. *

AA: Deeply appreciate that. Anyway, Heatwave is around the corner and Pete Dunne is the next chump to face me...

TJ: Come on Double A, he got nothing on you. All he got is his tough british attitude and a pair of hold, which only involves breaking fingers. Like seriously? Fingers?

AA: He may be a chump, but let's not underestimate him. He's already making a name for himself and gunning hard for my baby...

* Shows off his Cruiserweight title to the camera to see. *

AA: ...but I'm not letting it out of my sight. Come Saturday, at Heatwave, the Bruiserweight will meet the greatest person that has ever lived and will experience top quality wrestling. I'm talking high flying, head bashing, death defying leaping and head kicking maneuvers like he's never seen before.

TJ: OHHHH YEAHHH!!! TESTIFY DOUBLE A!!!!

AA: And when everything is said and done, you will indeed be knocked out with no memories of what just happened. Only the lasting memories of me planting you with a Brain Buster. But if you manage to somehow utter the strength to stand up....there won't be a second chance, as I'll lock you into that Last Chancery. Seeing you clawing and scratching to that bottom rope but to no avail.....Ending in defeat. So Pete Dunne. Set your prayers in motion cause not even God can save you from me....

TJ:...and before that bell rings and the match gets underway between you two...there's only one thing that'll come to mind once you meet the Legend that is Double A. And that's...

* Both of them scream *

Both: GAMEEE OVERRR!!!!

* They both laugh and chuckle as they grab each other shoulder as they walk back to the locker room as camera fades away. *

* The Young Bucks are seen backstage drinking water at the catering room. A crew member informs them that they got a title shot for the tag titles at Heatwave. *

Matt: Finally...we get what we were waiting for...A tag team title shot opportunity.

Nic: You said it bro. At Heatwave nonetheless. Its everything we wr have wanted from since Day 1.

Matt: Yep....And to top it all of, we go against our former brothers from The Bullet Club, The Good Brothers.

Nic: Now that match is going to be too sweet of a reunion....

* They both do a "Too Sweet" pose. *

Nic: ...although they got AJ Styles in their corner. We'll have to keep a close eye on him.

Matt: Don't sweat it Nic, he knows better than to stick his nose in our business...if he knows what's good for the Phenomenal One.

Nic: You're right Matt, he knows that he should not mess with the best tag team in the world....

Matt:...Or this universe. But let's be fair here. Ever since we defeated Villain Enterprises with Hangman Page, we haven't made a name for ourselves other than that match we had at Inauguration.

Nic: True....

* Suddenly a light bulb strikes Nic. *

Nic: I got it. I got a plan too good to pass up.

Matt: Lay it on me brother. Let's see what you got in that noggin of yours....if it's any good.

Nic: ...Why don't we go straight to Big Sugar's office and ask for some competition leading up to Heateave.

* Matt looks at Nic with a disappointing face and whispers that Heatsave is on Saturday. Nic looks confused. *

Nic: But isn't it on the 17th?

Matt: You dummy. Today is the 15th.

* Matt smacks him in the back of the head. *

Nic: OUCH!!! Why you do that for?

Matt: For not counting the days right. We only got 2 days left.

Nic: Damn, that's less than 48 hours. That's....

* You see now Nic doing some math with his hand for 3 seconds. *

Nic: ....2,880 minutes. And we can't let time pass us by.

Matt: Wait a minute....how did you get that number so quickly and precise.

Nic: Well, when you use every....

Matt: JUST FORGET. Let's not get off subject. At Heatwave, me and Nic are going into the match as the underdog. But once we hear that bell rings....

Nic: It's only Superkick party for you guys. Kicks from the right....

Matt:...kicks from the left...

Nic:...kicks from the outside....

Matt:....even kicks from the top rope. It will just be a kicking mayhem.

Nic: And once everything is set in kicking motion, the referee will have one of you two brothers down on the mat for the quick 1,2,3 count....

Matt:...as the referee will raise our hands and will declare us...

Both: THE YOUNG BUCKS....AS YOUR NEWWWWW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS. AND BOY OH BOY, THAT'LL JUST BE TOO SWEET!!!

* They give a last "Too Sweet" before they grab some quick sandwiches from the catering room and head over to the locker room. Camera fades away with them eating a P&B and Jelly Sandwiches while walking away. *

*As Undertaker finishes, Sting is somewhere in Via Satellite*

Sting:

Look at you Taker...Listen to yourself...And you know what I see and hear?...I see, Fear...You fear me Taker... You fear me what have done and what I am gonna do.

*Sting stop for a second and brings out his ear and says*

Sting:

Shh, Listen Taker...You know what I hear?... I hear, nothing but fear from you...but hey, your also right Taker...We May have not met each other before, but here we are...”The Icon“ Sting  and you, The Undertaker.

*Sting backs away from a bit and fake, shivers says*

Sting:

I’m so scared...your bury me...Yeah ok, because news flash. I already, been beaten and burned before ...And look at me I’m still here and alive. So on Heatwave you won’t do anything to me because The Icon will still be standing tall and as i beat you in this Realm, of HWL Heatwave.

*As Sting finishes, the lights flicker and we hear the crow caw as the lights comes back on Sting disappears and camera fades*

The Bullet Club

*Camera opens up to The Good Brother walking among themselves. Styles walks into the picture, kinda limping and holding his lower back*

LG: Brother Styles,  what happened to your back? Did you work out to hard?

KA: Did you try and piggy back Strowman again?

LG: Did you take a hard THUD in the HWL practice ring?

KA: Did Samoa Joe take a falling on you?

*Styles straighten his back, and gives a sharp pain look on his face *

AJ:  Its none of that, kind of close. It’s just, all the years of carrying The Bucks in Japan is taking a toll on me now.  My back never really has been the same since.

*Styles starts to chuckle as the Goodbrothers burst out laughing *

LG: But seriously tho, this right here is the Club!

KA: In matter of fact, its The Bullet Club. Us three men aren’t “All Elite”, We’re “All Legends”. Hell, we are all silent killers.

LG: This is the most explosive and dangerous 3 man group in HWL, In any wrestle company and in the world.  We didn’t wait acouple days before Heatwave to make an experience. Once The Bullet Club found out who we were defending our titles against, we were ready right at that moment.

KA: Well said My Goodbrother Gallows. The Bullet Club didn’t dick around for the past week and half.  We were ready since this match was announced.  Since day 1, The Bullet Club has been working our tail off to get where we are today, to get to become HWL Tagteam Champions. That’s why we are THE best tagteam in the world.

LG: Just Like my Goodbrother  “Machine Gun”Anderson said.  There’s a reason why he hold the gold!

*Styles points to both titles on the Goodbrothers*

LG: The Youngbucks are a good tagteam, even tho we had to legit carry them everywheres.. they’re a good tagteam.  With that being said, there will be NO Superkick party.  There will be no mayhem or no magic for either one of you. Come tomorrow night, The Bullet Club plan on leaving...STILL HWL Tagteam champions..one magic killer at a time!

AJ: Now these are TWO hungry hounds waiting for a fight. If you wanted a great example of champions who are focused, the example is right here to my left and to my right.  Young Bucks, leave the Super Kick Party in the past, where it belongs. Tomorrow night, The Bullet Club is coming to put you two down.

*Bullet Club “Too Sweets” as the camera fades*