Championship Wrestling From Nashville

The SWF logo flashes across the screen.

Fade in.

The Championship Wrestling From Nashville studio is empty and dimly-lit.

The darkness overtaking the studio retreats to the slowly operating fluorescent lights overhead being flipped on by a handful of switches one-by-one.

Nelson Hammer: Well, this is it, huh?

Nelson Hammer, donning a black three-piece, suit admires the eerily quiet studio. He places his hands on his hips and looks around. Joining alongside him is his son and wrestler himself, Nathan. Nathan is more casually dressed, opting for jogging pants and an Under Armour shirt. Nelson doesn't seem to mind, as tonight, all of the focus is on the re-launch of the Southern Wrestling Federation.

Nelson Hammer: Months of hard work, preparation, crossing T's and dotting I's all comes down to tonight, son.

Nelson's leather shoes echo with each step he takes to approach the podium and stage backdrop.

Nelson Hammer: Joker build this thing from scratch, gave a lot of men the chance to make livings. I just hope it's not a mistake that I'm the one whose lap it fell into.

Nathan Hammer: Pops, you were built for this. You worked your entire career to make the Hammer name mean something, to make SWF mean something.. If anyone deserves to take the reigns, it's you.

Nelson makes a fist and gently knocks three times on top of the wooden podium before turning and marching towards the ring. He reaches his left arm out and runs his hand down the entire length of the apron.

Nelson Hammer: A lot of people are mad about me retirin' those Southern Championships and makin' new belts. Changin' the logo. Puttin' the live event loop matches on YouTube. Change scares people.

Nathan Hammer: Change is also required to live. Change is good.

Nelson nods, knowing his son is right.

Nelson Hammer: Way I see it.. A fresh start doesn't hurt. We all need a clean slate every now n' again. This company kept our family fed. It put you and Sophie through eight years at Father Ryan, let us get that nice lake house in Hendersonville.. I just want to do right by those three letters.

He looks up and admires the flags of the states represented within the SWF footprint then looks down at the SWF logo on the apron.

Nelson Hammer: In a few hours, this place is going to be packed. I worked hard assemblin' this roster and I hope they know how much I believe in 'em. How much I thank 'em for giving' me a chance. I hope they're ready to work. We might be a little regional territory amongst a sea of major promotions, but we're not about to start restin' on laurels. We're about to turn this place into a god damn destination.

"Then let's make fuckin' history, Hammer."

An unexpected, yet familiar raspy voice, catches Nelson and Nathan off guard. Turning to check it out, they see Bruiser Bedlam and Snake Malone. Bedlam is a former Southern Heavyweight Champion and now works around the country, but decided to join up with his friend, Snake Malone, to work some SWF dates.

Nelson Hammer: Well, at least I know we have two wrestlers on the roster for sure.

Meeting one another halfway, Bruiser and Nelson shake hands and pull one another in for a friendly hug. Nelson then shakes hands with Snake while Nathan shakes hands with Bruiser.

Bruiser Bedlam: Snake and I were ridin' bikes a few weeks back and he was tellin' me about you buyin' SWF from Joker. He was askin' if I knew who a Nelson Hammer was and that he was thinkin' about comin' to work here.

Bruiser cracks a smile thinking back.

Bruiser Bedlam: I told 'em yeah, that Nelson Hammer was the son of a bitch that beat me for the Southern title after I fought like hell to take it from Ken Brooks. And that he retired and his pussy son is becomin' a decent wrestler himself.

Nathan Hammer: ...Thanks?

Bruiser Bedlam: So that's when I made a call. It's been, what? A decade since we've talked?

Nelson Hammer: Easily.

Bruiser Bedlam: I had to get Snake signed because you're gonna' need people like him. I came along because, hell, I figured gettin' some money outta' your fuckin' pockets would be icing on the cake.

Snake Malone: It really is an honor to be here, Nelson. Thank you for the main event slot as well.

Nelson nods and slaps Malone on the back.

Snake Malone: We're going to do everything in our power to leave with those belts tonight and set the standard for main events moving forward.

Nelson Hammer: I have no doubt. Whoever wins the titles tonight will be safe until September anyway.. The Jokers Wild Cup is going to prove tricky as hell.

Bruiser brushes it off.

Bruiser Bedlam: That's a problem to worry about then. Tonight, we have two big sumbitches, a Brit, and some idiot to deal with first.

He turns to Snake.

Bruiser Bedlam: We need to go settle in and start working over our game plan, kid. Since Nelson gave everyone else easy matches but us, I'm sure we'll need a strategy.

Snake Malone: I'm ready to handle business. I have the whiskey on ice right now just waitin' for the right moment.

Bruiser Bedlam: Hammer, we'll let you and the kid be. I just wanted to wish you well. I'm glad you're doin' this. The SWF deserves a shot in the arm and I know you've got some things planned. I wasn't jokin' about the history making thing, either. Let's burn this mother fucker down tonight!

Bruiser and Snake shake hands with Nelson and walk away from the ring into the general direction of the locker room area. Nelson grabs the bottom rope of the ring and gives it a tug to test it's elasticity. He then gives it one final look around and shrugs his shoulders.

Nelson Hammer: Guess Bruiser had the right idea for once.

He then gives it one final look around and shrugs his shoulders while admiring the fruits of his labors these last few months.

Nelson Hammer: Let's make history.

The scene fades.

MATCH ONE - SINGLES MATCH (Referee: Summer Jo)

After introductions, the two mountainous men stand mere feet apart from one another as Summer Jo gives the men their final instructions.

Hacksaw Anderson: Folks, welcome to the Southern Wrestling Federation's return of Championship Wrestling From Nashville! I'm Hacksaw Anderson and this here next to be is Russell Smith.

Russell Smith: That's right. We thank you for spending your Saturday night with us. What a show we have in store. The SWF Tag Team Championships will be on the line. We'll have a huge announcement from Nelson Hammer regarding the Heavyweight Championship.. But first, let's what these two big fellas beat one another to death!

The bell sounds and the match begins with a face off. Neither man moving an inch, trying to intimidate the other. The fans are chanting "S-DUBYA-F! S-DUBYA-F!", eager to get this show going.

Socrates starts things off by pie-facing Hunter and then hits him with a STIFF European Uppercut! The sound of the impact echoes throughout the arena and leaves the audience in absolute shock. Boyd rubs his chest and nods his head, realizing this is how it's going to go. He responds with two jabs and a SOLID right cross, staggering Socrates back against the ropes.

Hacksaw Anderson: Fuckin' Christ, Russ!

Russell Smith: Folks, we apologize for the profanity, but Hacksaw is on to something. What collisions!

Hacksaw Anderson: I said what I said!

Socrates wipes his mouth and BIG BOOTS Boyd between the eyes! Boyd hits a Step-Up Enziguri and then a belly-to-belly suplex! He mounts Katsaros and begins alternating lefts and rights as the fans are exploding in response. Katsaros blocks as many as he can before grabbing Boyd in the King Crab!

Russell Smith: Socrates Katsaros looked to be on the defense and not he has Hunter Boyd locked in this submission, Hack! Look at how tight his grip is!

Summer Jo checks in on the grip and asks Boyd if he submits, but Boyd waves her off. Boyd uses right hands to Socrates' ribs to try to create some space no to avail.

Russell Smith: He calls this the Trojan Horse!

Hacksaw Anderson: He definitely caught Boyd off guard here.

The fans rally behind Socrates, hoping to see a quick submission, but Boyd wraps his left hand around Katsaros' legs and grabs the ropes with his right and uses all of his force to PICK KATSAROS UP WITH ONE HAND AND SLAMS HIM TO THE MAT, BREAKING THE HOLD! Boyd rolls over to his back, gasping for air as Maria Katsaros rushes over to her husband and slaps the mat at his head, begging him to get up. Both men get to their feet at the same time and stare one another down, looking exhausted. The fans applaud as each man takes a deep breath and motions for more.

Russell Smith: These two men are animals!

Boyd hits a stiff forearm to Katsaros' neck. Socrates follows back with a return forearm of his own. The forearms continue until Boyd chops Socrates so hard it's almost like a lariat. Socrates takes a step back and responds with a headbutt between the eyes of Boyd! Boyd is staggered and Socrates hits an European Uppercut and then a big Gutwrench Suplex! He covers but Summer Jo is slow to get down for the count, allowing Boyd to kick out at one. Socrates scolds the referee and then leg drops Boyd, again covering him. One.. two.. kick out!

Hacksaw Anderson: I cannot believe Hammer's let this woman referee. She has no experience and doesn't even watch the sport!

Russell Smith: She's called a fair contest so far, Hacksaw. That slow reaction to the pin was an error, sure, but maybe it won't determine the outcome.

Socrates slaps his hands three times, demanding the referee count faster. Boyd is back up and German Suplexes Socrates! Socrates is back up, and he gets a T-Bone Suplex for his troubles! Socrates pops right back up and big boots Boyd in the face! ATLAS FALL! One, two, kick out! Socrates and Boyd are both down on the mat and the place erupts in a "THIS IS AWESOME!" chant

Russell Smith: This IS awesome!

Hacksaw Anderson: Ah, God. Don't encourage 'em, Russ. Worst chant in the business.

Summer begins counting out both men, with neither showing much sign of life. The match so far has been hard-hitting, with numerous blows to the head and impactful moves on the neck and shoulders. She gets to seven and Socrates pushes himself up to his knees.

...Eight.

Boyd pulls himself up and charges at Socrates, LIGHTS OUT! The running Curb Stomp smashes Socrates' face to the mat! Boyd quickly covers and Summer Jo is on point - One.. two.. three! "The Outlaw" has done it!

WINNER
HUNTER BOYD via PINFALL in 6:01

Boyd has arm raised in the air as he clutches his neck.

Russell Smith: What an absolute hoss fight that was, Hacksaw! Mercy.

Hacksaw Anderson: It wasn't pretty.

Russell Smith: No.

Hacksaw Anderson: It was god damn beautiful.

Russell Smith: Again, apologies for the language, ladies and gentlemen.

Macy Boyd enters the ring and gives her husband a big hug. The fans want to hate The Outlaw, but they're still in shock of the absolute dog fight that started off the new era of the Southern Wrestling Federation. They applaud in respect of each competitor. Socrates Katsaros pulls himself up to his feet and gets a standing ovation for his efforts as well.

Cutting from the ring, the camera gives us a close up shot of Russell Smith and Hacksaw Anderson. The greet us as the fans are roaring in approval on the opposite side of the studio. Although small in number, their collective voices make this place feel like a madhouse. It's a perfect selling point of seeing the SWF live and in person!

Russell Smith: What a way to start off the SWF's return, Hacksaw! Those two men absolutely beat the holy hell out of one another in our opening contest!

Hacksaw Anderson: I think a lot of people have a misconception about what the SWF is all about, Russ. This ain't some outlaw mudshow, bootleg, nonsense. This is REAL wrestling! That opening match personified what the SWF is all about!

Russell Smith: Welcome to the new era of the Southern Wrestling Federation, and thank you for tuning in on this Saturday night. We're live from Nashville, Tennessee at the Tennessee State Fairgrounds campus inside the newly-revamped SWF Studio! Nelson Hammer has sparred no expenses in getting everything revitalized with his new vision and branding for the future.

Hacksaw Anderson: Including this new roster. Gone are the old guard such as Ken Brooks and the Wrath Hog, and in are a fresh cast of characters. We have seven more matches tonight to feature the roster, Russ.

Russell Smith: That's right, Hacksaw! Our main event tonight will determine the first-ever SWF Tag Team Champions! But after our next interview, we have El Masko versus DeMarco Cole.

Hacksaw Anderson: What in the world is an El Masko? I just told these people SWF wasn't no outlaw shit and here we are with this..

Russell Smith: This was the first signee to the new SWF, Hack. I'm sure El Masko is ready to prove doubters like you wrong with his international wrestling style! Right now, though, let's take it over to Lance Gordon, the Voice of Nashville Wrestling!

The camera cuts quickly over to Lance who is standing by with a mysterious character, Leopold Grimm. The fans boo the presence of Grimm, simply because he looks different than they do. Typical wrestling fans. Lance Gordon hasn't aged since 1989 and wears a dark brown tweed jacket with elbow patches, black slacks and a gold ring the size of a half dollar on his left pinky.

Lance Gordon: Southern Wrestling Federation fans, welcome back to the show!

Chants of "LANCE! LANCE! LANCE!" catch Leopold Grimm off guard as Lance soaks them up.

Lance Gordon: Mercy goodness! Fans, let's not worry about me. Let's talk to the newest SWF signee who has a big Four Corners Match tonight. Leopold Grimm, how's it going?

Leopold Grimm: Well, you see..

DeMarco Cole appears without music and approaches the interview set. He's in his ring gear and looks ready for action. He waves his arms in the air, getting the fans fired up. His charisma oozes out and is contagious for the capacity crowd.

Demarco Cole: Lepold, buddy, I have to say, this interview is going off the rails, fam.

The crowd cheers as Leopold snarls in Demarco's direction. Mere feet from one another, Cole doesn't back down.

Demarco Cole: This is the SWF! This is the relaunch and you were given the first interview segment in the new era and THIS is how you're responding to it?! C'mon, man! Liven up! You look like a skeleton and talk like a dead man!

Lance Gordon: I think that's the point.

Demarco Cole: Oh.

Cole shrugs his shoulders and quickly scrambles to figure out what to say next.

Lance Gordon: Spooky dead, gothy, guy. Wants to drink our blood and steal our souls. We've seen a dozen of 'em over the years.

Leopold Grimm: That.. That isn't me at all?

Demarco Cole: Anyway, I'm about to get in this ring and show all of y'all how this thing is done! Get El Masko out here right now and let's do this thing!

Cole playfully shoves Leopold Grimm, who staggers back and falls ass-first into a garbage can! The fans explode in laughter as the waste of time competitor struggles to try and escape. Lance Gordon appears agitated.

Lance Gordon: God damn, Leopold! That's a new trash can! Get out of there!

With his legs draped over the front of the can and his hands pushing on the edges, Leopold remains stuck. Miffed, Lance kicks the side of the red plastic trash can, sending it tumbling over sideways.

Lance Gordon: Worthless ass. Demarco, baby, this is all you!

Demarco Cole: Peep this technique, Lance and see how a master handles his craft, dawg!

Lance Gordon: As long as you don't ask why this trash can was conspicuously placed here as if it were needed ONLY for this one gag, I've always got your back!

Cole rolls into the ring and climbs all four turnbuckles, playing to the fans as "Ants Marching" by the Dave Matthews Band hits and El Masko comes out. The next match is up next and no one ever spoke about Leopold Grimm ever again!

MATCH TWO - SINGLES MATCH (Referee: Mike Stout)

The bell sounds and our second match of the evening is on. Demarco Cole wastes no time, hitting a running forearm on Masko's jaw and then a big bodyslam. Cole hits a knee drop and goes for a quick cover, only getting a one count. The fans are strongly behind the mysterious El Masko.

Russell Smith: You know, Hack, I think not having Senor Count referee this one was a missed opportunity.

Hacksaw Anderson: What? Why? He's a joke. Any referee wearin' a mask doesn't belong in a ring.

Russell Smith: Talents aside, I just thought it'd be funny to have all three men in the ring wearing masks.

Hacksaw Anderson: ....

Cole picks Masko up and backs him into the corner. A series of stiff chops lights up the chest of the luchadore, with the fans "WOO'ing" after each one. Cole rushes out of the corner, spins around, and flies in the air, hitting a big splash in the corner! He quickly backs around and looks to repeat it, but Masko moves out of the way! Cole goes face-first into the turnbuckle and spins around, holding his jaw. Masko hits Cole with a jab.. Then another.. Another.. Then he does a little dance and finishes it up with a BIONIC ELBOW! Cole powders out to the outside and the fans erupt as Masko dances in the middle of the ring!

Russell Smith: El Masko has turned the tide in this one!

While Cole recovers on the outside, Jamal Russell gets on the apron and begins trash talking Masko, who turns his eyes off of his opponent, making a fatal error. This gives Cole time to hop up on the apron, climb the top rope, and hit a big Crossbody on Masko! One, two, kick out at the last second! Masko is back up and takes a stiff right hand to the jaw. Cole hooks the arm, STAX! The Uranage-like maneuver has Masko down! One.. two.. Masko puts his foot on the rope!

Hacksaw Anderson: The masked guy showed some ring awareness there.

Russell Smith: El Masko lives to fight another second thanks to some quick thinking!

Cole springs to his feet thinking he's won. Jamal slides into the ring to celebrate, but Mike Stout waves it off and explains to them that his foot was on the rope. They both turn and look, seeing the heel of Masko's right boot BARELY grazing the bottom rope. As they continue arguing with Stout, backing him into the nearby corner as an attempt to intimidate him.

Russell Smith: Hey! Cut it out, guys! Mike was just doing his job!

As they inch closer to the referee, here's El Masko! He grabs both Cole and Jamal's heads and headbutts them together for a big pop! He grabs Jamal and puts him in a headlock and punches him on top of the head! Russell flails out of the ring and Cole spins Masko around. He goes for a Twist of Fate but Masko pushes Cole back against the ropes and kicks Cole in the gut as he comes back towards him. HONOR BOMB!

One.. two.. three! El Masko wins!

WINNER
EL MASKO via PINFALL in 5:52

Mike Stout raises El Masko's hand in the air and the fans celebrate the successful bout of the quirky masked wrestler. His celebration is short lived, however, as a suited man wearing an earpiece microphone emerges from the back and makes a straight line to the ring.

Jonah K. Lovemoney: My name is Jonah K. Lovemoney, and El Masko, today is your lucky day.

Lovemoney enters the ring and applauds towards Masko. The loud claps echo in his tiny microphone that rests centimeters from his lips. His suit is flannel, burgundy in color. His dress shirt is white and the off-color yellow necktie sticks out like a sore thumb. The blonde haired Lovemoney reaches into his breast pocket.

Jonah K. Lovemoney: After that hard-fought win, I want to be your manager. I want to take you to the next level here in the SWF!

He then hands El Masko a business card.

Jonah K. Lovemoney: I saw how you competed here tonight! I saw how these people embraced you!

Lovemoney knew what he was doing, as his comment got the crowd to pop for El Masko and cheer him loudly.

Jonah K. Lovemoney: I want to build an army in SWF. My mother has told me I can hire anyone I want and she'd pay top dollar, and El Masko, I'm prepared to make you a wealthy man!

El Masko takes the microphone from the ring announcer and looks on at Lovemoney continuing to make his pitch.

Jonah K. Lovemoney: And I assure you, my amigo, Mama Lovemoney doesn't just let me be friends with anybody! If she's going to put down some money, she's gotta' believe in her little boy.. And she's gotta' believe, like I do, IN EL MASKO! Whaddya' say, amigo? Can I be your manager?

He flashes a bright white smile and winks.

Jonah K. Lovemoney: Por favor...

He turns to the fans.

Jonah K. Lovemoney: That's "please" in español!

Lovemoney raises two fingers to the audience, who are growing tired of him already.

Jonah K. Lovemoney: That's TWO things you people don't know - SPANISH AND MANNERS!

El Masko: El Masko has something to say.

Lovemoney turns his attention back to his newfound "amigo."

El Masko: El Masko fights for honor! El Masko does what he does for the children watching at home!

"MASKO! MASKO! MASKO!"

El Masko: And El Masko wants to do whatever he can to help those in need.

Masko takes a step forward Lovemoney.

El Masko: El Masko sees that you are a man in need of a friend.. A man who wants to start his own managerial business.. A man who is grown, but yet still borrows money from his mother.. You are in many need.

Jonah K. Lovemoney: Well.. It's more of a want than a need..

El Masko: El Masko will take your card and he will let you know a final decision, yes? Maybe El Masko can help! Maybe he cannot! We will all find out soon!

El Masko shoves the business card down the front of his tights and climbs the top turnbuckle, playing to the fans. Lovemoney stands in the center of the ring with a look of pure confusion smeared across his face. The approaching of El Masko didn't go as planned, but it also wasn't a lost cause?

El Masko continues playing to the fans as we go to commercial break.

Coming back from commercial break, a single camera is in the backstage area where Rodney Tannenhill and Mason Levis have found a small table to themselves to place a cooler on top of. The two behemoths are reared back in their chairs, drinking beers out of cans that look like shot glasses inside their gigantic hands, and enjoying the company of one another.

Mason Levis: I think we've found the perfect place, Rod.

Rodney Tannenhill: What makes you think that?

Rodney questions Mason's mindset an then kills the remainder of his beer, compacting the can into a small square with a single motion.

Mason Levis: Where else can we pound beers, go out to the ring and beat people up, get paid for it, and then buy more beer to repeat the cycle?

Rodney ponders it over and throws the crushed can like a baseball, sending it sailing down the hallway.

Rodney Tannenhill: You've got a pretty good point. Guess we'd better make the most of it and win those straps tonight then, huh? Think about that extra money from the Pay Window that comes with it! We'll be like kings!

Interrupting their conversation is Mark "Danger" Zohn. With his aviator sunglasses on and already in his ring gear, he holds a crushed can in his hand and eases his way into their discussion.

Mark Zohn: Beer, am I right?

He dangles the crushed can at the Titan Dragons and flashes a disarming smile.

Mark Zohn: I'm just like you guys. I love smashing back a cold one and shootin' the breeze with my friends before a big match. It's the American way.

Rodney Tannenhill: Oh yeah? Where's your drink at? 'Cause that right there that you're holding is the one I just threw.

Busted, Zohn takes the crushed can and discards it into the recycling bin.

Mark Zohn: Oh, my bad. I was pounding brews over there behind that vending machine, alone, totally not with anyone else, and saw that can.. Which led me to you guys! Wasn't expecting to run into my opponents. Absolutely coincidental!

Zohn's nervous energy causes Levis to cock an eyebrow. He reaches into the cooler and digs out a beer, offering it to Zohn.

Mason Levis: Well, it's your lucky day. You found us.

Refusing to take 'no' for an answer, he drops the beer in Zohn's hands.

Mason Levis: Now, drink.

Zohn looks it over and nervously tries handing it back to Levis.

Mark Zohn: Sorry, but I only drink domestic beer..

Rodney laughs and elbows Levis.

Rodney Tannenhill: Hear that, Mason? He only drinks domestic beer!

Mason Levis: The piss they call beer? Thinner than water. That ain't beer.

Rodney and Mason both stand up from their seats and begin to approach Zohn before Sir Boliver Turnbuckle and Matilda enter the scene. Turnbuckle is disgusted by the sight.

Sir Boliver Turnbuckle: Mark, what in the bloody hell is goin' on here?

Mark Zohn: The guys and I were just making small talk and drinking a cold one!

Sir Boliver Turnbuckle: Is that so?

Turnbuckle snatches the beer from Zohn's hand and surveys it with a scowl on his face.

Sir Boliver Turnbuckle: That wasn't part of the plan, was it?

Turnbuckle pops the top on the can, takes a sip and then pours the remaining contents of the beer on the floor in front of the Titan Dragons.

Sir Boliver Turnbuckle: I didn't send you on this mission to make best mates with these blokes. I sent you on this mission to approach them and dump their beer all over them by flippin' that table ova' and runnin' 'em down to their faces at how we're goin' to leave tonight with those championships.

Zohn's jaw drops as he immediately finds himself in the middle.

Mark Zohn: I.. I...

Turnbuckle scoffs and holds his hand out towards Matilda.

Sir Boliver Turnbuckle: Like this. Matilda, my handkerchief.

Matilda reaches up on her tippy-toes and takes the white pocket square from Turnbuckle's jacket and wraps it over his open hand. He walks over to the Titan Dragons and looks back and forth at the two monstrous men.

Sir Boliver Turnbuckle: The Allied Powers sends their regards. For tonight, your championship aspirations turn into rubbish.

Without hesitation, Turnbuckle uses his handkerchief-covered hand and flips the table over, sending the cooler, ice, and beer cans scattering in every direction! Turnbuckle turns around and walks away as Levis and Tannenhill start to lunge for him, only to be stopped at the pass by Mark Zohn.

Mark Zohn: It was an accident! He didn't mean to!

Zohn drops to his knees and begins shoveling ice back into the red and white cooler with his hands.

Mark Zohn: It was totally a boss move, but he slipped! It won't happen again!

Levis reaches down and grabs Zohn by the throat. He picks him up and slams him against the wall, standing inches away from Zohn's face. Tannenhill stands next to his partner as Levis grits his teeth.

Mason Levis: You're right.

Zohn gasps for air as his feet dangle off of the ground.

Mason Levis: It won't.

Rodney Tannenhill You're probably not an awful guy, but your little prick of a buddy is going to get your head caved in if you're not careful. You try that shit with us again? You won't eat solid foods for a month.

Levis drops Zohn to his feet, who inhales deeply and rubs his throat as the color returns to his face.

Rodney Tannenhill: Now get out of here.. We'll see you later. And I assure you, the mercy shown here will NOT be shown in that ring.

Mark Zohn: No hard feelings, guys!

He extends his hand, looking for either man to shake it. Realizing it's a losing battle, he nods, dropping his hand and side steps the Titan Dragons, quickly looking for an exit strategy. With Zohn out of sight, the two drinking buddies pick their cooler up and each take a beer as the cameras quickly cut back to the ringside area for our next match.

MATCH THREE- SINGLES MATCH (Referee: Señor Count)

The bell sounds and the fans are immediately behind John Blade in this one. Mac Redford and his mysterious bodyguard pace around on the outside, jawing with the fans in the front row. A collar-and-elbow tie-up starts us off with Blade shoving Hollywood to the ground, sending him rolling over to a thunderous pop!

Russell Smith: John Blade is here and he's lookin' to make an impact, Hacksaw!

Hacksaw Anderson: Showing off his pure strength is a good way to control things early on.

Hollywood pulls himself up to his feet with help from the middle rope and circles around Blade before engaging him with another collar-and-elbow attempt. Hollywood pushes Blade back, but Blade gains his footing and uses his force to send Hollywood back down to the mat! Hollywood scatters out of the ring and begins getting fanned by Mac Redford.

Russell Smith: Look at those fans in the front row! They're giving Mr. Hollywood all he can handle!

A middle-aged fan stands up and starts mouthing right in Hollywood's face. Robert B. Pitman walks over, and without saying a word, grabs the soda from the fan's hand, removes the lid and pours it all over the fan's head!

Hacksaw Anderson: Looks like Hollywood's crew doesn't subscribe to Southern hospitality.

Russell Smith: In today's economy, that'll set that fan back a pretty penny!

Hacksaw Anderson: What a prick. Though, in my day, that would've been enough to get your ass stabbed in retaliation.

Russell Smith: Thank God those days are long gone!

Hacksaw Anderson: Says you! Men were men back then, Russ!

Blade follows Hollywood on the outside and checks on the fan with the soda dumped all over him. Blade turns to Hollywood and his group, pointing at them and yells, "YOU DONE MESSED UP NOW, HOLLYWOOD!" Blade chases Hollywood around the ring, but is stopped dead in his tracks by the mountain of a man, Pitman. Blade tries side-stepping him, but Pitman again blocks his path. Blade shoves Pitman back but Hollywood comes from behind and knees Blade in the back, sending him to the mat! Hollywood picks Blade up and slams him head-first into the ring steps and then rolls him back into the ring!

Russell Smith: Already in this match, Mac Redford's personal bodyguard is proving to be the X-Factor. What do you even do with someone like that?

Hacksaw Anderson: I'd say stab 'em, but you seem to be against all of that.

Inside the ring, Hollywood stomps on Blade and goes for the pin, but Blade kicks out at two. Hollywood wraps Blade up into a side headlock on the mat and Blade begins fading.

Count lifts Blade's arm up and it immediately falls down. A few seconds later, he tries it again, and it again falls down. Count holds up two fingers and then tries for it again.. BUT BLADE'S ARM STAYS LIFTED! The fans are fired up and Blade uses their support to power himself up to his feet! With the headlock still applied, Blade lifts Hollywood up on his shoulders! Could it be? The Fireman's Carry Sla- No! Hollywood rakes the eyes and slides off of his back! German Suplex!

Russell Smith: Donny Hollywood stopped Blade's momentum in its tracks!

Blade is back up and Hollywood swings and Blade ducks and hits a Sit-Out Powerbomb! Blade hits the ropes for a Fist Drop, but Hollywood moves out of the way at the last moment! Hollywood is up - GLORY HOG! One, two, BLADE KICKS OUT! Hollywood argues with the referee, giving Blade time to recover. Hollywood turns around, SMALL PACKAGE BY JOHN BLADE! ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! Hollywood immediately grabs Blade's legs and leans forward for a pin, but HE PULLS THE JORTS OF BLADE! SENOR COUNT CAN'T SEE! ONE... TWO.. THREE! DONNY HOLLYWOOD STOLE ONE TONIGHT!

WINNER
DONNY HOLLYWOOD via PINFALL in 7:09

As soon as Senor Count raises Donny Hollywood's arm in the air, he dives out of the ring and behind Robert B. Pitman. Blade sits on the mat with his arms on his shoulders, knowing full well what happened.

Russell Smith: Donny Hollywood looks awfully proud of himself after screwing John Blade out of that match, Hacksaw!

Hacksaw Anderson: I don't like how he did it, but I can't fault a man like Donny Hollywood for doin' what he had to do to get the win. You can't go undefeated unless you win the first one.

Hollywood, Redford, and Pitman walk away from the ring, past Lance Gordon, and pause at the curtain, soaking in the chorus of boos reigning down from the capacity crowd. As they vanish behind the curtain, the scene switches away from ringside.

Earlier today.

The sun shines brightly in the mid-afternoon as a single camera is stationed in the back parking lot of the Fairgrounds. A few moments pass before it catches Lilly Evans leading the way with "Pretty" Chip Mahoney following suit behind her, doing his best to keep up. He has a bag slung over his shoulders and is dragging two wheeling bags behind him.

Lilly Evans: Southern Wrestling Federation, tonight is a big night for you! The re-launch under Nelson Hammer's reign has began and you've signed the best of THE best to be on your roster!

Chip, catching up to Lilly, nods in agreement.

Chip Mahoney: Yeah. Jonny Jackobin and Slamsley McBody are on the roster. Insane.

Lilly's jaw drops and she turns back to Chip with her arms out to her side.

Lilly Evans: Are you serious, Chip? We went over this!

She huffs.

Lilly Evans: YOU! YOU are the best of the best!

Chip Mahoney: Who, me? No kidding! Thank you so much for that.

Chip seems proud of himself, unable to wipe the smile off of his face.

Chip Mahoney: Who'da thunk it? Amazing.

Lilly Evans: And tonight, this man is going to prove why he is the best thing going in the SWF when he humiliates, brutalizes, pulverizes, bloodies, breaks, and destroys Jonny Jackobin in the middle of that ring!

A concerned look comes over Chip.

Lilly Evans: This man is here for championship gold, and after he sends Jonny back home where he belongs, he's going to stake his claim as the future SWF Heavyweight Champion!

Chip Mahoney: I'm going to do what?

Lilly Evans: And if you think you can stop "Pretty" Chip Mahoney, then after he beats Jonny, you're more than welcome to step into the ring and he'll take you out next!

He stops his agent in her tracks.

Chip Mahoney: I think you've really backed me into a corner here, Lil..

She doesn't seem to care.

Lilly Evans: I'm forcing your hand, Chip. It's time to spread your wings and fly. Don't you believe in yourself?

Chip Mahoney: Sometimes?

She sighs, disheartened at his response.

Lilly Evans: Well, I can't put the toothpaste back into the tube. You'd better get inside and get ready to back it up.

Lilly stomps away from Chip, heading straight for the entrance doors to the SWF Studio. Chip is white as a ghost.. Well.. He's naturally pale.. But he's even more so now after realizing how deep his agent has gotten him in things.

Chip Mahoney: Tonight's going to be a long night.

He then thinks better.

Chip Mahoney: For Jonny Jackobin! Not me. Right?!

His pump-up attempt succeeds momentarily.

Chip Mahoney: Maybe!

Not yet admitting defeat or reluctance, he drags the two bags across the gravel parking lot, wrestling with them as they roll and turn over each individual rock.

Chip Mahoney: ...Maybe..

The scene fades. We go to the ring.

MATCH FOUR - SINGLES MATCH (Referee: Mike Stout)

Both men meet in the middle of the ring as referee Mike Stout gives them their final instructions before signaling for the bell. The fans applaud and anticipation buzzes throughout the intimate setting. Both Storm and Warner pace once another, neither wanting to make the first move - or mistake.

Russell Smith: This was one of the more-anticipated matches once Nelson Hammer released the initial card for the Championship Wrestling From Nashville return. Two highly-sought after competitors who have been instrumental in getting the SWF reboot to this point.

Hacksaw Anderson: I'm lookin' forward to seeing a real wrestling match, too, Russ. No masks. No silly gimmicks. Just looks like two MEN who want to FIGHT!

The two men engage in a test of strength with Mark Storm getting the upper hand early on. He uses his strength to drop Warner to his knees, but Warner gets up to only one knee and begins pushing his way back to a standing base, turning the leverage of the hold to his favor and has Storm reeling. Warner then releases his grip and gouges Storm in the eyes! The fans boo, but Warner pounces at the open opportunity. He pushes Storm into the corner and begins lightning him up with chops and then hip tosses him out of the corner, hard to the mat. He goes for a quick pin and only gets a one count. Warner hits the ropes - Sling Blade! A leg drop and a quick knee drop gets a two count and Warner pounds the mat in frustration.

Russell Smith: After getting the advantage with a thumb to the eyes, Seth Warner has proven to be relentless with his attack early on. He's keeping Mark Storm grounded.

Warner applies a headlock on the mat and Storm rolls over on his side and reaches for the ropes. The fans are coming to life, loudly clapping and doing their best to will Your Hero and Mine to the ropes to break the hold. Storm fights for several minutes, literally clawing his way to the ropes where he manages to hook the toe of his left boot over the bottom rope, forcing a break. Warner milks the five count for all it's work, releasing it at 4.5. Back to his feet, Warner knees Storm in the side of the head.

"C'MON STORM! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE A HERO! YOU AIN'T NOTHING BUT A CHUMP!"

This brings boos from the fans as Warner paintbrushes the back of Storm's head. Warner hits the ropes and Storm ducks a clothesline! Hip toss from Storm! He does a cartwheel and then plants Warner with a basement drop kick and Warner rolls out to the outside! Storm hits the ropes and dives - TOPE CON HILO!

Russell Smith: Tope con Hilo connects and sends Seth Warner crashing into the guardrailing!

Hacksaw Anderson: A what? What is that move called?

Storm grabs Warner and rolls him back into the ring, where Warner is on his knees and calls for a time out. Storm looks to the fans and asks if he should give Warner time, to which every fan in attendance yells "NO!" Storm blasts Warner with a forearm shot and then a stiff kick to the chest, blistering Warner's sternum! Storm picks Warner up into a suplex position and places him on the top rope. Before Storm can do anything, Warner rakes his eyes and kicks Storm in the side of the head. Warner dives off and hits a Cross Body Block for a two count.

Russell Smith: Again, Hack, the eye rake changes the tide of the match into the favor of Seth Warner.

Warner mounts Storm and delivers three stiff punches to the side of the head and goes for the cover again, only getting a one count. Storm pushes Warner back, giving him enough space to get to his feet. This only allows Warner to get a running head start to hit the One Man Punch! Warner backs into the ropes, looking to attempt another, but Storm hits a bicycle knee strike! A rolling elbow stuns Warner and then Storm tops it off with a Sitout Face Slam for a two count!

Hacksaw Anderson: This match is amazing, Russ! They're throwing everything they have at one another.

Storm grabs Warner's legs, attempting a Boston Crab, but Warner pushes Storm away. Warner pushes himself up and runs towards Storm, kneeing him in the back and into the corner. Warner grabs Storm around the waist and hits a German Suplex! Wasting no time, Warner grabs Storm's legs and twist them around an rolls Storm over - TEXAS CLOVERLEAF!

Russell Smith: Made in Texas! Seth Warner has his signature submission hold applied!

"PLEASE DON'T TAP! PLEASE DON'T TAP!"

In agony, Storm uses his elbows to crawl closer and closer to the ropes. Warner is doing everything he can to keep the leverage on the hold, but Storm is literally dragging him along on his quest. Storm touches the bottom rope but Warner lunges forward, applying the hold even tighter dead center of the ring!

Russell Smith: Mark Storm is in trouble!

The referee is checking with Storm, who refuses to give up. Warner rears back and tightens his grip so hard that his knuckles are turning white. Out of desperation, Storm grabs Warner's left boot and manages to roll himself over partially. It's just enough to cause Warner to step back and Storm reaches up, SMALL PACKAGE! ONE, TWO, KICK OUT! Warner is back up before Storm and goes for a thrust kick but Storm blocks it! Storm chops Warner and then hits a flurry of STIFF forearms to the lower jaw/throat area of Warner! Storm then finishes the combination off with a spinning back kick, sending Warner down to the mat!

Hacksaw Anderson: By my watch, this match is getting close to the limit. Someone needs to finish it.

"FIGHT FOREVER!" clap clap clapclapclap "FIGHT FOREVER!"

Storm inhales deeply and wipes the sweat off of his brow. He walks over to Warner and picks him up and eats a left jab from Warner! Storm fires back with a forearm shot that turns Warner to his side. Spotting the opportunity, Storm goes behind Warner and hoists him up on his shoulders! HERO'S END!

Russell Smith: Nobody kicks out of this!

Upon landing, Storm grabs Warner's right leg and pulls it up. Mike Stout is in position and counts.

ONE!

WARNER FLOPS HIS LEFT LEG ON THE ROPE AS THE REFEREE'S HAND SLAPS THE MAT FOR TWO!

DING! DING! DING!

WINNER
TIME LIMIT DRAW in 15:00

Mark Storm hops up as the bell sounds and thinks he won, but Mike Stout explains that it was a time limit draw. He kicks the bottom rope in frustration as Seth Warner's foot is knocked off from the impact.

Samantha Sims: Ladies and gentlemen, the match is a TIME LIMIT DRAW!

Naturally, boos are heard throughout the hard camera side of the studio. Mark Storm continues pleading his case with the referee, even accusing him of counting slower than he should have been.

Russell Smith: What a great match that was, Hack. You just hate to see it end without a winner.

Hacksaw Anderson: Look at Seth Warner! He's choosing to live to fight another day.

Warner rolls out of the ring and backs away from the ringside area. The fans boo and one elderly woman in the front row flaps her arms like wings and screams, "CHIIIIICKEEEEENNNNNN!"

"FIVE MORE MINUTES!" clap clap clapclapclap! "FIVE MORE MINUTES!"

Russell Smith: And here's the fans wanting five more minutes to get a true winner! C'mon Warner, get back in the ring!

Mark Storm leans over the top rope, motioning for Seth Warner to get back in the ring. Warner waves it off and yells back at him - "I DON'T GET PAID TO WORK OVERTIME! YOU WANT MORE OF ME? JUST SAY WHEN.. BUT NOT TONIGHT!"

Hacksaw Anderson: I don't blame Seth when it comes down to it. These matches have time limits for a reason. Mark Storm should've finished him off when he had a chance and he DIDN'T!

Russell Smith: There's something to a honorable action, though.

Hacksaw Anderson: Honor doesn't pay the bills. Neither does wrestling longer than you have to.

Warner gives Storm the middle finger and turns around. He walks over to Lance Gordon and takes his microphone.

Seth Warner: You all want five more minutes?

Warner gives the fans hope..

Seth Warner: Kiss my ass!

And then he takes it away immediately. Warner then exits through the curtain as Mark Storm plays to the fans. The scene cuts away from ringside.

The camera finds itself in a large locker room with wrestlers huddled up in different corners among groups. Some are talking over matches, others lacing boots or putting the finishing touches on their gear and wrist tape. A seemingly mundane locker room is livened up by the door being kicked wide open by John Blade.

John Blade: WHERE IS DONNY HOLLYWOOD?!

The locker room groans at the sight of Blade.

John Blade: I'LL EVEN SETTLE FOR MAC REDFORD!

Ace Sky: Why settle if you're here looking for someone specifically?

John Blade: I DON'T HAVE TIME TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS!

Ace Sky's jaw drops as he's trying to make sense of what's unfolding in front of him. Moments later, Donny Hollywood steps out of the showers with only a towel around his waist. The guys in the locker room try making only eye contact as Hollywood shows no shame.

Donny Hollywood: Oh hey! Look everyone, it's John Blade!

He turns and sees Ace Sky minding his own business, scrolling through his phone. Hollywood sarcastically laughs and points at him.

Donny Hollywood: Who the fuck hired Ace Sky?

Ace Sky: Hey! I'm the highest-paid free agent in the business! How many titles have you won? Because I have plenty to my name.

Hollywood rolls his eyes and stares into the camera.

Donny Hollywood: What a comedian.

Hollywood smacks a piece of blue bubble gum in his left jaw as water drips from his curly hair. Jackson Wiles looks down at the small puddle forming at Hollywood's bare feet and looks disgusted.

Jackson Wiles: My word, look at how wet you are!

Hollywood turns his attention from Blade and gives Wiles a playful smirk.

Donny Hollywood: That's what I told your mother.

Jackson Wiles: My mother's dead, you prick.

John Blade steps in between the two, focusing on Jackson Wiles.

John Blade: My condolences to your mother.

He turns back to Hollywood.

John Blade: But no condolences to you, Hollywood. You screwed me out of that match.

Hollywood nonchalantly shrugs with a big smile on his face.

Donny Hollywood: Whoops. It was an accident.

Hollywood offers Blade a handshake and his words ooze with sarcasm.

Donny Hollywood: It'll never happen again.

Blade slaps Hollywood's hand away and looks ready to go at it at any moment.

John Blade: Let's go back out there and settle this like men. Winner gets a shot at the SWF Heavyweight Championship.

Tuxedo Max: Are you booking your own title match?

Ace Sky: This is something that he does everywhere he goes. You'll get used to it.

Hollywood brushes Blade off and turns to his locker, grabbing a fresh change of clothes from his bag. Seth Warner, fresh from his match, enters the locker room and walks right in the middle of the conversation.

Seth Warner: The hell's going on in here?

Ace Sky: Well, Donny Hollywood came out of the shower and was confronted by John Blade, who is very upset over Donny's-

Warner cuts him off.

Seth Warner: Okay, I don't give a fuck.

Warner steps up to Blade.

Seth Warner: Who are you anyway?

Donny Hollywood: That's John fucking Blade.

John Blade: Not a fan of the strong profanity, but yeah, that's exactly who I am.

Seth Warner: Alright Jonathan. Nice to meet you. Now, get out of the locker room. Adults are tryin' to work here.

Blade grabs Warner by the arm, preventing him from leaving.

John Blade: Disrespect me again and we'll be going to that ring and fighting for number one contendership to the SWF North American Championship live on pay-per-view.

Warner cocks an eyebrow, confused.

Seth Warner: What the fuck are you talking about?

Tuxedo Max: He books his own title matches. You'll get used to it.

Tuxedo Max nudges Ace Sky and gives him the "OK" hand gesture.

Seth Warner: Whatever. Unlike any of you, I just went fifteen minutes out there. I actually worked a match that mattered.

Tuxedo Max: And you didn't win.

Seth Warner: Didn't lose neither, did I?

Donny Hollywood: That's right, Seth. Tell 'em!

Warner steps up to an arrogant Donny Hollywood.

Seth Warner: I don't like you.

Donny Hollywood: Okay.

Seth Warner: I don't respect you.

Donny Hollywood: How will I ever survive?

Seth Warner: And whatever Nelson Hammer's announcement about the SWF title is, and you're in my way, I'll send your ass back to Hollywood.

John Blade: Not a bad line.

Tuxedo Max: Really wasn't for one just on the fly. I could've used you in the New Orleans territory, kid.

Ace Sky looks to him.

Ace Sky: I can start next week.

Hollywood continues smacking his gum, unfazed by anything going on around him.

Donny Hollywood: You have everything it takes to be a player in the biz. But you don't have that killer instinct. If you did, you'd done like I did and found a way to win instead of settling for a time limit draw. You have a month to find that edge. If you don't, then you'll be stuck in this room of nobodies for the rest of your career in SWF while I'll be on top of the mountain with that gold belt around my waist.

Seth Warner: Don't you worry.

Hollywood spits his gum out in his hand and puts it on top of Jackson Wiles' head, who everyone has forgot about.

Donny Hollywood: You hold this for me. I have stuff to do.

Jackson Wiles: HEY! C'mon! I have a match next!

Donny Hollywood: Sorry 'bout it.

Hollywood, still in his towel, casually walks out of the locker room, leaving a trail of water behind him. Wiles desperately tries getting the gum out of his hair as the scene fades.

slam

MATCH FIVE - FATAL FOURWAY (Referee: Stevie Starks)

Both men and their managers are in the ring getting their final instructions from referee Stevie Starks. With Hooker and Wiles in the ring, the referee calls for the bell and the match is on. Before they lock up, however, Charlie Hooker exits the ring and goes to the floor, mouthing with a fan in the front row.

Russell Smith: Can you believe this guy, Hacksaw? Charlie Hooker has been wrestling in the South for his entire career. These people have seen it all when it comes to him and he still finds a way to rile them up.

Hooker slaps the hat off of a fan and grabs the microphone from Samantha Sims.

Charlie Hooker: IF YOU PEOPLE DON'T SHUT UP, I'LL GET IN THOSE STANDS AND KISS EVERY ONE OF YOUR GIRLFRIENDS!

Boos reign down on Hooker as he laughs.

Charlie Hooker: WHICH WON'T TAKE LONG, 'CAUSE I DON'T SEE ANY WOMEN IN THIS STUDIO!

Hacksaw Anderson: What a jackass.

Hooker enters the ring and finally goes to tie-up with Wiles, but once again thinks better of it. He exits the ring again and grabs the microphone he just gave back to the ring announcer.

Charlie Hooker: AND ANOTHER THING.. I DON'T SUCK!

Russell Smith: Nobody said he did!

Hacksaw Anderson: Wait for it..

On cue, "CHARLIE SUCKS! CHARLIE SUCKS! CHARLIE SUCKS!" chants break out. Hooker earmuffs his ears and yells for them all to shut up. Wiles is handed a mirror and begins running his hands through his hair, paying no mind to the antics of Charlie Hooker.

Russell Smith: We don't have all night, Hooker! Get this thing going.

Hacksaw Anderson: That's not the first time you've ever uttered those words, Russ.

Russell Smith: I am happily married, thank you very much!

Hooker parades around the ring, slapping popcorn out of fans' hands and taunting small children. Having seen enough, Jackson Wiles licks his index fingers and runs them across his eyebrows, backs into the nearby ropes, sprints off, AND DIVES OVER THE TOP ROPE ONTO CHARLIE HOOKER!

Russell Smith: Jackson Wiles is a hated man but just became a hero for doing that!

Wiles picks Hooker up and hits Hooker with two forearm smashes and a big elbow! Hooker is staggering but pushes Wiles away to create some separation. Wiles charges, jumping off of the ring steps and hits the Super Model Forearm! Hooker flies back into fans in the front row, who spread out and make room for the two combatants. Wiles straddles Hooker, positioning himself on the chairs on either side of his opponent, and bends down, hitting Hooker again and again with stiff right hands. Hooker evens the score with a big low blow!

Hacksaw Anderson: Can't disqualify someone on the outside!

Stevie Starks continues his count as Hooker grabs Wiles' legs, picks him up, and POWERBOMBS WILES AGAINST THE RING APRON! Hooker quickly grabs Wiles and rolls him into the ring covers. One, two, kick out! Hooker grabs Wiles' legs and spins him around into a Boston Crab!

Russell Smith: He calls this "Sex on Fire!"

Wiles scratches and claws his way to the bottom rope, forcing a rope break. Hooker is frustrated and argues with the referee while Cameron Fuller walks around the ring in front of Jackson Wiles and slaps him in the face! Stevie Starks turns around and sees her doing it and admonishes her for it. While he does that, Robert E. Esquire gets up on the apron and smashes a small mirror across Hooker's back!

Hacksaw Anderson: Eye for an eye, Russ!

Hooker turns around and grabs Esquire by the collar of the shirt and rears back his right hand for a dramatic effect. Before he can punch Esquire, Wiles rolls up Hooker and grabs the tights - One, two, kick out at 2.999! Pretty Boy Kick staggers Hooker against the ropes. Hooker bounces off and hits a big dropkick! Then he punches Esquire, sending him flying comically off of the apron and to the floor like he's been shot! Wiles is back up and swings wildly. Hooker ducks and picks Wiles up, ATOMIC DROP! Wiles grabs his backside and spins around, HOOKER WITH A MANHATTAN DROP! Wiles can't decide whether to clutch his crotch or his backside, but Hooker decides for him, clotheslining him down to the mat. Hooker stands in wait for Wiles to get up, but Wiles thinks better of it and goes to the outside.

Russell Smith: A match-saving thought for the "Centerfold."

Hooker slides under the bottom rope and meets Wiles outside but gets raked in the eyes for his troubles. Stevie Starks begins his count as Wiles climbs up to the apron. He sprints towards Hooker, SHOOTING STAR OFF THE APRON! Both men crash hard to the mat, landing right at the one side of the audience that has guard railings between them and the ring. Cameron Fuller runs over and slaps Charlie in the face, trying to get him to come to. Starks is at four on his count before Hooker finally pulls himself up with help from the guard rail. Hooker notices Wiles' foot is between to rings of the railing and grabs a steel chair.

Russell Smith: What's he doin', Hack?

Hacksaw Anderson: He.. He's a genius!

Hooker leans over the railing and puts Wiles' foot through the bottom part of the chair, rendering him completely unable to get free thanks to the guardrail! Wiles rolls over and can't get his foot free, unable to reach the chair through the railing. Hooker hip thrusts in Wiles' general direction and rolls into the ring.

..Eight..

..Nine..

..Ten!

WINNER
CHARLIE HOOKER via COUNT OUT in 8:54

Cameron Fuller enters the ring and gives Charlie a big hug as his hand is raised in the air. The fans are booing so loudly that it sounds like the ceiling is about to collapse.

Russell Smith: That was possibly the most absurd match I've ever seen.

Hacksaw Anderson: I wasn't expecting a classic, but I was expecting.. More? Although, I give credit to Charlie Hooker, the veteran used quick thinking to lock Wiles' foot in that chair and keep him from breaking free!

Hooker climbs to the top rope and blows kisses to the fans that he once threaten to beat up mere minutes prior. He points to one woman in particular and violently thrusts his hips at her. He drops down, puts his arm around Cameron Fuller and the duo disappear through the curtain.

As the camera leaves its pursuit of Hooker, it switches back to the interview podium.

Lance Gordon takes a quick swing from a metal flask and tucks it back into the interior pocket of his suit jacket. He wipes his lips and flashes a big smile at the camera.

Lance Gordon: What a show we've had so far, huh Nashville?

With the cheap crowd pop in full force, Lance pivots to his business.

Lance Gordon: Before we get the next match out here, I wanted to speak to someone who really stood out earlier tonight. Ladies and gentlemen, let's get "The Outlaw" Hunter Boyd out here!

Lance looks to the curtain and motions for him.

Lance Gordon: Get on out here, you CTE-causin' son of a bitch!

"The Enemy" by Godsmack hits and out comes "The Outlaw," now wearing jeans and a short-sleeved flannel shirt. He approaches the podium looking miffed that he has to be out here.

Lance Gordon: What a beast.

Lance shakes his head.

Lance Gordon: Genetics, am I right? God made us all the same.

Boyd stares Lance down and strokes his impressively thick and black mustache.

Lance Gordon: Hunter, you were successful in your SWF debut here tonight, kicking the show off with one hell of an ass kicking! What are your plans for the Southern Wrestling Federation moving forward?

Hunter Boyd: It's simple. Championships.

Boyd pivots his attention to the camera in front of him.

Hunter Boyd: Any of 'em. All of 'em.

He makes the belt motion around his waist.

Hunter Boyd: I kicked the shit out of Socrates Katsaros tonight. You all saw it. That man will never be the same.

Lance Gordon: Stomped his face through the mat.

Hunter Boyd: And that's what I'm going to do to the rest of this roster, Lance. I'm here to make money and win championships. Period.

He pauses.

Hunter Boyd: Nelson Hammer, let what happened in that ring earlier be your warning. You'd better keep feeding me the baddest men you have on this roster if you have any hope of stoppin' The Outlaw. I broke Socrates Katsaros tonight, and if you throw any pussy at me that can't fight, then I'll send 'em six feet in the dirt.

Lance Gordon is visibly uncomfortable.

Hunter Boyd: Bring me some real competition.

Boyd turns and walks away as the fans send boos his direction. The camera comes in for a tight shot on Lance.

Lance Gordon: Shit. Guess I'd better be careful what I ask for bringin' out the big guys. Should've interviewed Ace Sky.

Lance pulls his flask out.

Lance Gordon: Russ, Hack, let's send it back to y'all and get on with our next match!

We go to the ring.

MATCH SIX - SINGLES MATCH (Referee: Summer Jo)

The bell sounds and there's a feeling out process with the four men, as each look around to get a gauge of what to expect from their opponents. Ash Briggs makes the first move, clotheslining Leopold Grimm inside out and drawing a huge reaction from the crowd! Ace Sky and Rone Gargan tie up in the opposite corner and the match is officially on!

Russell Smith: This is four polar opposite men in this match-up. Nelson Hammer pulled a coup signing Ace Sky, a man who has won championships all over and has quite a social media following.

Hacksaw Anderson: Wasn't aware that how you won matches.

Russell Smith: Well, it doesn't. It just helps bring eyes on a small regional promotion such as the SWF! With the help of people like Ace, Seth Warner, and Mark Storm, the SWF has created quite a bit of buzz heading into this debut show.

Ace Sky hits a dropkick to Rone Gargan, sending him through the middle ropes to the outside. Sky sees an opportunity and climbs the top rope, causing the fans to begin buzzing. Before Sky can take flight, Leopold Grimm shoves Sky off the top, causing him to go crashing hard on the floor outside!

Russell Smith: What a hard landing for Ace Sky!

The fans relentlessly boo Leopold Grimm for robbing them of a high spot. Ash Briggs charges at Grimm but collapses before getting to him. Briggs begins clutching his knee and screaming in pain.

Hacksaw Anderson: He's finished.

Grimm looks down, unsure of what's going on. Briggs grabs his left knee and rolls side to side in the ring.

Russell Smith: Is Leopold Grimm an unsafe worker?

Hacksaw Anderson: Russ, that fat bastard, Briggs, just blew his knee out! Knee, quad, ACL, something!

Grimm raises his arms in the air and turns around, Rone Gargan is back in the ring and throws Grimm over his head with an effortless Belly-to-Belly Suplex! With Grimm down, Ace Sky gets to the apron and up on the turnbuckle - SHOOTING STAR PRESS! Gargan snatches Grimm up off of the mat - Snap Suplex! And again! And again! Ace Sky hits a standing moonsault and covers, but Rone immediately breaks up the count.

Russell Smith: I'm not sure what Ace Sky's strategy was there. He had to know Rone was standing right next to him.

Gargan grabs Sky in a headlock and takes him down to the mat with a Takeover. He then grabs Sky's arm and rolls back on him in a Fujiwara Armbar! Sky screams in pain but Ash Briggs hobbles to one leg and breaks the submission. Gargan gets up and shakes his head.

Hacksaw Anderson: What an idiot.

Russell Smith: Inspirational fighting spirit!

Gargan kicks Briggs' bad knee and then hits a Dragon Screw! Briggs goes down in a heap, again screaming in pain. Gargan dead lifts Briggs off of the mat in an amazing show of strength! DROP SHIP! The X-Plex maneuver causes Briggs to land on his neck in a nasty way. Leopold Grimm grabs Gargan from behind, but Ace Sky grabs Grimm and hits a neckbreaker! A quick leg drop gets a one count. Sky hits a Step-Up Enziguri on Gargan and then a Small Package! One, two, kick out! Gargan is immediately up and grabs Sky for an STO, but Sky elbows his way out of it - TORNADO DDT ON GARGAN! Sky goes up top and presses his palms together.. but Leopold Grimm springs to the middle rope and punches Sky in the face. Sky then headbutts Grimm and jumps - HURRICANA OFF THE TOP!

Russell Smith: WHOA!

The fans erupt for the death-defying move. BUT GARGAN TOSSES SKY OVER THE TOP ROPE! Gargan picks Grimm up and whips him into the ropes, BALISONG! The lifting Half-Nelson is quickly transitioned into an Olympic Slam and the place explodes!

Hacksaw Anderson: I've never seen anything like that move!

Russell Smith: Whale Hunt is the official name for the move. We've heard a lot about Rone Gargan and his move set, but this is a display!

Gargan turns his attention back to Ash Briggs. He lifts Brigg's head off the mat and while on his knees, Briggs is dropped with a modified STO which is transitioned right into a Koji Clutch!

Russell Smith: KARAMBIT!

Within seconds, Ash Briggs taps out and we have a winner!

WINNER
RONE GARGAN via SUBMISSION in 7:49

As Rone Gargan's music hits, Ace Sky pulls himself up and looks at the victor having his arm raised in the air, knowing he was so close to finishing Leopold Grimm off for the win himself. As Ash Briggs rolls out of the ring with help from ringside medics, Gargan walks over to Sky and the two trade some comments back and forth. They then shake hands, receiving a round of applause from the audience for the efforts displayed here tonight.

Russell Smith: What a sign of respect shown by these two great athletes, Hack. They both have tremendously bright futures in the Southern Wrestling Federation.

Hacksaw Anderson: Unlike the other two in the match. Leopold Grimm should've stayed in the garbage can.

Russell Smith: While that's a topic up for debate, what isn't is Lance Gordon's next interview. Rone Gargan has made his way over to Lance. Let's go to 'em and see what the Canadian has to say!

Rone Gargan stands next to Lance Gordon. Rone wipes the sweat from his brow and pounds the interview set with his right fist, shaking it from the impact.

Rone Gargan: Look at the garbage in that ring that I had to compete against! The fat one blew his knee out before he even touched anyone!

Gargan snarls in disgust and screams in Lance Gordon's face.

Rone Gargan: I was promised a PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING company! I was told this is where the best in the south compete for bragging rights! Where disputes are settled in the ring by MEN! I fought a great competitor tonight in Ace Sky, someone who's traveled the world. I respect him.

He points in Ash Briggs' general direction.

Rone Gargan: But that pathetic excuse for a "professional wrestler," Ash Briggs, and that idiot Leopold Grimm, I do not.

Gargan again slams the podium.

Lance Gordon: Hey, god dammit, you're gonna' break that!

Lance puts his hands on the podium to stabilize it.

Lance Gordon: Coming in here and tryin' to break my prop.

Rone continues without skipping a beat.

Rone Gargan: Hardcore wrestling. Weapons, furniture, rule breaking.. It's all disgusting to me. Mark Storm and Seth Warner had a WRESTLING MATCH! Blade Alexander and Archer Banks are going to have a WRESTLING MATCH! I got placed in a fatal fourway where some idiot tried burning someone with a cigarette among other things!

He scoffs.

Rone Gargan: Then I find out that there's a Hardcore Championship in SWF. And to top it off, I was told about it being defended in HCW for Rockin' Ricky Rose.. The man who parodied the crucifixion on Easter! This just makes it even more insulting.

Lance Gordon: It was a crazy ass segment. Got him thrown off television and everything.

Lance follows up.

Lance Gordon: If you count a 2:30 am timeslot after the George Foreman Grill commercials as bein' on television.

Rone Gargan: I don't have a clue what any of that means.

Gargan continues.

Rone Gargan: I am here to be a professional wrestler. I thought SWF would be different. I thought it could be a place to mold into my own vision.. But I see it's just like every other wrestling company out there. Shame.

Nelson Hammer appears from off-camera, unannounced. The fans cheer loudly as he's carrying a championship under his arm. He places it down on the podium and looks Rone Gargan dead in the eyes.

Nelson Hammer: Rone, you were one of the first men I scouted for this re-launch. I gave you my vision for the SWF and that vision hasn't changed in the slightest. It takes all types of people to make this business work. A well-traveled man such as yourself should know that. It takes the Rone Gargan types just as much as it takes the Ash Briggs types.

"NELSON! NELSON! NELSON!"

Nelson raises his hand towards the audience and they cease their chant almost immediately.

Nelson Hammer: I don't wanna' have to keep comin' out here. I want to be a promoter that lets the business in the ring tell the story.. But I couldn't sit back there and let you go on and on without doing this.

He picks up the belt he laid down. The camera gets a tight zoom of it, revealing the SWF Hardcore Championship.

Nelson Hammer: Yeah, I brought back the Hardcore title. No, it doesn't have the best reputation.

He shrugs.

Nelson Hammer: Neither do I. But hey, this is a second chance to make a first impression for all of us, ain't it?

Hammer shoves the belt in Rone's chest.

Nelson Hammer: This is yours. Make of this title as you see fit. Mold it into your image.

Rone Gargan: What?

Nelson Hammer: You heard me. Make the people forget about this title bein' defended on bullshit outlaw shows years ago. Make the people not care whether or not weapons get used or whatever the case may be. If you have a vision for the SWF, then by all means, bring that vision to fruition. Do it your way.

Hammer nods his head at Rone.

Nelson Hammer: Congratulations, Champ.

Without any fan fare, Hammer turns around and exits back through the curtain. Rone Gargan stares at the SWF Hardcore Championship, completely in shock by what's transpired. The last title he ever wanted to win in the company is now his!

The camera cuts to the ring for the next match.

MATCH SEVEN - SINGLES MATCH (Referee: Stevie Starks)

In a bit of irony, both valets of the competitors are having to encourage their clients to leave their corners and begin the match as the referee calls for the bell to start the match. Jonny Jackobin is the first to turn around and walk to the center of the ring, but he quickly turns back around and marches back to the corner.

Hacksaw Anderson: Russ, I'm confused. Are these men afraid to fight?

Russell Smith: I.. THINK.. both men are getting final strategic tips from their advisors.

Hacksaw Anderson: No. No, that's not it.

Jane Frederiksen slaps Jackobin across the face and his eyes go wide! The fans gasp in shock, unsure of how to react to what just transpired. Jackobin does a few high knees and heads to the middle of the ring now that the blood is flowing freely in his veins.

Hacksaw Anderson: I've seen men PAY for that kind of treatment.

Russell Smith: I'm sorry, what?

Hacksaw Anderson: I've seen things that'd turn your blood into ice, Russ.

Mahoney looks over to Lilly Evans and the camera picks up his concerned thoughts, "THAT MAN IS A MONSTER! I CAN'T FIGHT HIM!" Lilly screams at him to go to the middle of the ring and start the match, but Chip is reluctant. Doing her best impersonation of Jane, Lilly slaps Chip, hoping for the same reaction that Jackobin had to the reinforcement.

But Chip screams, "OW!" loudly and puts both hands on his cheek. "WHY DID YOU SLAP ME FOR?!"

Spotting an opportunity, Jackobin rushes behind Mahoney and rolls him up and pulls the tights! One, two, th- kick out!

Russell Smith: It was almost over in record time!

Mahoney rolls over and jumps up to the mat, seemingly taking great offense to Jackobin's pin attempt. Jackobin apologizes and extends his hand out for a handshake.. SMALL PACKAGE BY MAHONEY! ONE, TWO, T- KICK OUT! Jackobin now jumps to his feet and throws his arms out, demanding answers.

Hacksaw Anderson: Are these two idiots both angry that the other tried winning the match?

Russell Smith: It.. It does seem that way.

Jackobin pie-faces Mahoney and ascends to the top rope. Mahoney looks on, unsure of what's coming next. Lilly Evans yells for Mahoney to move, but Jackobin dives off the top rope, hitting a HEADBUTT while Mahoney stands there! Dropping down to the mat on impact, Mahoney grabs his head and Jackobin picks Chip up and puts his head between his legs. Using all of his might, Jackobin picks Chip high into the air and POWERBOMBS HIM AGAINST THE TURNBUCKLES! Chip Mahoney slumps down to a seated position and looks dazed. Jane gets on the apron and begins barking orders to Jonny, who has trouble hearing her. He walks over to her, finally hearing her demands for him to pin Mahoney! Before he gets the chance, Mahoney is out of the corner and hits a spinning heel kick on Jackobin! He drapes an arm across his chest - one, two, no!

Russell Smith: That Corner Powerbomb looked like it could have killed Pretty Chip!

Hacksaw Anderson: Is anyone in this god damn match trained?

Russell Smith: Jonny Jackobin has a year-and-a-half experience whereas Pretty Chip has three years.

Hacksaw Anderson: Explains everything.

Mahoney picks Jackobin up off the mat with his hair and Superkicks him! With Jackobin staggering, Mahoney hits the ropes and hits a Flying Clothesline! Lilly slams the mat, encouraging her client on, who is starting to gather some momentum. He hits a leg drop and then goes outside, slowly climbing to the top. Jane Frederiksen gets on the apron and distracts Mahoney. Referee Stevie Starks demands that she gets down, but the distraction is just long enough for Jackobin to get to his feet and hop to the middle rope! He grabs Mahoney - SUPERPLEX OFF THE TOP! The landing is disgusting for both men. They both lie on the mat, not moving, while the referee begins his count.

Hacksaw Anderson: Not a tucked chin in sight. Christ.

As the count progresses, Mahoney somehow manages to become the first one to his feet. He's wobbly, but he uses the ropes for support and steadies himself. He grabs Jackobin's legs and wraps them up - SHARPSHOOTER!

Russell Smith: This might be it!

Jackobin screams for his life as Jane yells at him from the floor, refusing to let him submit. Jane digs in her purse and pulls out a can of pepper spray! Lilly Evans is on the apron and points at Jane, which causes Stevie Starks to turn his attention to her. With the opening, Jane sprays Chip Mahoney in the face! He releases the hold and wipes at his eyes. Jackobin gets to his feet and gets caught with an errant right hand from Mahoney, who is just swinging for dear life and hoping for the best!

Jackobin clutches his jaw and leans back against the ropes. He springs off and comes towards the blinded Mahoney - JACK OUT OF THE BOX! Jackobin's forearm catches ALL of Mahoney's nose and mouth area, immediately causing blood to trickle from his nose!

Hacksaw Anderson: My God!

Jackobin looks down in horror at the blood and says, "I'M SORRY, MAN!" over and over.

"PIN HIM!" is repeated over and over again by Jane from the outside.

Jackobin covers and hooks the leg - ONE! TWO! THREE!

Russell Smith: That was.. Quite an uneventful finish there. Kind of came out of nowhere.

Hacksaw Anderson: Ten minutes too long if you ask me. Got one guy terrified to fight and another guy so reckless in the ring that he busted his opponent open with a clothesline.. A move you're supposed to hit your opponent's neck and chest area with!

Jane Frederiksen enters the ring and raises Jonny's right arm in the air, who seems absolutely floored that he won. Jackobin looks exhausted and seems to know he was lucky to have escaped this one with a victory, even if the win still hasn't fully registered with him just yet.

WINNER
JONNY JACKOBIN via PIN FALL in 10:10

Lilly Evans comes in the ring, raging mad, and gets in Stevie Starks' face about the missed pepper spray. The referee claims he never saw anything and it was a clean three count, but Lilly knows otherwise. While she's doing that, Jonny Jackobin is led out of the ring by Jane Frederiksen, fully leaning his body weight on her to support his now-limp body.

Russell Smith: Look at Jonny Jackobin! He looks like he's DEAD!

Hacksaw Anderson: Doin' absolutely fuckin' nothing to win a match will tire a man out, Russ.

The fans boo and give the duo thumbs down as they walk past the front row. Chip Mahoney is up and rubs his head, immediately getting scolded by Lilly for not winning.

Hacksaw Anderson: This is why the SWF doesn't have women competitors. Look at the demeanor and fickle attitudes of these valets! Could you imagine them in positions of power?! Championship title winners?! President?! Chaos, Russ. God damn chaos.

The camera cuts to the commentators, giving us a clear view of how white Russell Smith's face has turned out of fear of what's coming from Hacksaw's mouth next. Professionally, Russell tries putting a bow on the rant and closing it out.

Russell Smith: Well, I'm sure one day a strong, courageous woman will lead our great nation and it'll change your mind.

Hacksaw Anderson: I'll be in the grave before that happens.

Russell Smith: Okay.

Russell Smith nervously shuffles his pages of notes and desperately looks on for what's next.

Russell Smith: Hack, it's time we transition this thing back over to Lance at the interview podium. He's standing by with Nelson Hammer once again! Please, God, take it away, Lance!

With a quick transition, we see Lance Gordon standing by, once again, with Nelson Hammer. The SWF Heavyweight Championship is dead center on the podium, shining brightly thanks to the lights overhead.

Lance Gordon: Ladies and gentlemen, once again, here's the Promoter of the South Wrestling Federation - Nelson Hammer!

Nelson Hammer: Long time, no see.

Lance Gordon: We saw you in a pre-taped segment to kick things off, then you showed up to hand the SWF Hardcore Championship to Rone Gargan, and now it looks like you've brought another championship with you.. And it's a real beaut.

The camera zooms in on the SWF Heavyweight Championship as the fans applaud politely.

Lance Gordon: Nelson, I've known you a long time, and I have to say, there's been no bigger controversy attached to your name than when you took over the SWF and retired the Southern Heavyweight Championship to create this title.

Nelson Hammer: It's true, Lance. Now, I knew it would be a contested decision. These amazing SWF fans grew attached to the simplicity of the Southern Heavyweight and Tag Team Championship designs, but we're in a new era, and in this new era, it's time for a new championship. The SWF brand is strong and is gettin' strong every day. It's time to make the "SWF" name front and center.

Hammer admires the belt, allowing a hint of a smile escape his lips.

Nelson Hammer: I vowed to not be an ever-present person on SWF shows. I had my time in the sun and now it's time to shine the spotlight on this great group of guys that I've signed, but I had to be the one to make this announcement here tonight on our return show. Next month at the Fairgrounds on Championship Wrestling From Nashville, someone's going home with this championship at the end of the night.

The crowd cheers at the news with a sense of electricity coursing through the intimate venue.

Nelson Hammer: And we're going to do it in the fairest way possible. EVERY man on the SWF roster will compete in a match on the August show. Each match winner will qualify for one of my favorite match stipulations.. THE GAUNTLET FOR THE GOLD!

Hammer pauses and lets the announcement sink in for the fans in attendance, who roar in response with cheers that almost rattle the hard camera.

Nelson Hammer: It's an SWF staple back from the Joker's days in charge and it's only fitting it's how we decide who becomes the first-ever Heavyweight Champion here in the SWF. Every match's winner will meet at the end of the night in a battle royal. The final two men left standing will then compete in a singles match. The one man left standing is the first SWF Heavyweight Champion!

Lance Gordon: Now wait just a minute! Jonny Jackobin, what are you doin' interrupting this interview time?

Pushing himself off of the support of Jane Frederiksen, Jonny Jackobin taps his left ear while slowly walking over to Nelson Hammer.

Johnny Jackobin: Did my ears deceive me or did you just say "everyone" in this company has a chance of becomin' the SWF Champion?

Hammer nods in confirmation.

Jonny Jackobin: Then let me be the first to do something a little out of the ordinary, boss.

Jackobin props himself up against the podium and grabs Lance's necktie to wipe the sweat off of his brow.

Lance Gordon: Hey! You weaselly piece of shit!

Jonny Jackobin: I am prepared to take all of my Pay Window earnings from tonight and bet the house that you're looking at the first SWF Heavyweight Champion!

Jane Frederiksen: No, no, no, no.

Jonny Jackobin: 'Cause trust me when I tell you, boss.. Ain't nobody better than ol' Double J right here!

On cue, music fires up over the PA system and it's a familiar one that we've heard earlier tonight:

Do ya really wanna Do ya really wanna taste it?

"Do Ya Wanna Taste It?" by Wig Wam hits and out comes Charlie Hooker and Cameron Fuller to a mixed reaction from the fans. Jonny Jackobin looks annoyed by the interruption, but Hooker doesn't seem to even acknowledge his existence.

Charlie Hooker: NELSON HAMMER! I'M FIRED UP!

Miss Fuller applauds as Hooker looks like he's bathed in baby oil since his match ended.

Charlie Hooker: And baby, I gotta' tell ya', it's gonna' be my honor to be your first champion! I've been makin' deals in the cars and the bars for years, daddy. I've made this loop from Jackson, Mississippi to Knoxville so many times that your head would spin! So it's only fitting that the first man to represent this company with that beautiful big gold belt around these rock hard abs!

Jonny Jackobin: I literally called dibs!

Charlie Hooker: Cool. Anyway..

Hooker obnoxiously smacks gum in his right jaw and continues.

Charlie Hooker: I am the total package that promotions pay hand over fist to book! I have the experience. The looks. The moves. The girl.. And all that "Hot Stuff" Charlie Hookers needs now to put the icing on the cake is the GOLD!

Jackobin is miffed by Hooker's arrogance and speaks up.

Jonny Jackobin: Over my DEAD FRIGGIN' BODY, Hooker! And believe you me, there's a LOT of people out there who wanna' kill me!

He looks to the crowd and tries justifying.

Jonny Jackobin: Gambling debts, am I right?

Charlie Hooker: The only thing that you're gambling on is me not bringing next month a little early and taking you out right here, pal.

Jonny Jackobin: I'm not your pal, MAN!

Charlie Hooker: I'm not your man, BUDDY!

Jonny Jackobin: I'm not your buddy, GUY!

As the argument grows intense and the rebuttal grows off the rails, here comes Mark Storm, in jeans and a button down western shirt. He steps right in between Hooker and Jackobin, temporarily separating them.

Mark Storm: Nelson, if I may interrupt for a moment.

Nelson Hammer: At this point, why the hell not?

Mark Storm: I just wanted to introduce myself to you fellas.

Storm smiles and looks to his left and his right.

Mark Storm: I'm Your Hero. I've traveled all around this world and competed. So while one of you has been on the run from shady characters and the other has never left the south, I've been in Europe! I've been in Japan! I've been everywhere and I've seen it all..

He looks back and forth at Jackobin and Hooker, then turns his attention to Nelson Hammer.

Mark Storm: And Mr. Hammer, let me just be clear and honest; being your first-ever SWF Heavyweight Champion is going to be the highest honor of my career. Because I respect you for doin' things the right way in this business, and I want to carry a promotion on my shoulders.

Charlie Hooker: Says a guy who couldn't get the job done tonight!

Jonny Jackobin: A time limit draw? DISGUSTING!

Storm nods, taking their comments in stride.

Mark Storm: It wasn't the outcome I wanted, sure, but if you watched that match, you saw that I had it won. I just needed one more second. I have no doubt that Seth Warner and myself are goin' to cross paths again down the road, and when we do, we'll settle that dispute once and for all.

Jackobin and Hooker roll their eyes simultaneously.

Mark Storm: But I assure you boys that I'll have no problem dumping both of you over the top rope in the Gauntlet for the Gold en route to taking that beautiful new belt home with me, 'cause I'll have all of the time in the world and no time limit will stop it! That belt has Your Hero's name ALL OVER IT!

The crowd erupts with that hammered go home line. Storm shakes Nelson Hammer's hand and walk away from the podium, but is greeted by Seth Warner at the curtain.

Russell Smith: There's Seth Warner, Mark Storm's opponent tonight. These two men put on a classic and it doesn't seem finished between them just yet!

With the camera at a distance, the words aren't audible, but Seth Warner and Mark Storm seemingly have no love lost for one another as they stand mere inches away from one another. Seth Warner doesn't appear to be thrilled with Mark Storm vowing to win the championship after the time limit draw tonight.

Lance Gordon: Now that a bunch of maniacs got all of that out of their system, interrupting my interview with Nelson Hammer, let's pitch it over to Russell Smith who has our upcoming tour dates! The SWF is on the road this summer, aren't we Russ?

We go to commercial break.

Russell Smith: That's right, Lance! The summer months for the Southern Wrestling Federation are jam-packed! Let's check out a schedule of upcoming events! For more information and to purchase tickets, follow us on Twitter @sw_fed, or at wrestlinggold.boards.net! The Southern Wrestling Federation - Wrestling the way it used to be!

Cutting quickly from the ring to the commentary booth, the camera gives us a close-up shot of Russell Smith and Hacksaw Anderson once again. Russell is smiling a bright smile as Hacksaw flicks a pencil back and forth between his fingers.

Russell Smith: What a show it's been! Nelson Hammered promised the best possible debut he could put together, and I truly believe he assembled a heck of a roster that brought his promise to fruition here tonight! But we're not finished yet.

Hacksaw shakes his head back and forth.

Hacksaw Anderson: We saw seven competitive matches. Nelson Hammer even GAVE the Hardcore Championship to Rone Gargan, telling him to put his own stamp on the lineage. I'm not a fan of just givin' away belts, Russ, as they need to be EARNED, but Rone Gargan is one to keep an eye out for.

Russell Smith: That was an interesting progression in the night after that hard-fought Four Corners Match. Tonight's also given us prime examples of how important having a good manager or valet is, as two matches' outcomes were determined by their involvement!

Hacksaw Anderson: And then Jonah K. Lovemoney showed up and tried to recruit El Masko.. For some reason.

Russell Smith: El Masko is an important part of the SWF and it'll be interesting to see how he responds to that offer.

Hacksaw Anderson: What's with the masks? The damn referee even wears one!

Russell Smith: Señor Count is beloved!

Hacksaw Anderson: By who?! His MOTHER?!

Russell Smith: Anyway folks. You're not watching this show to see us blab, you're here to see the very best in professional WRESTLING, not sports entertainment! Up next, we're going to crown the first-ever SWF Tag team Champions in a three way dance. Referee Mike Stout was given the call for this one and it's anything goes. No time limit. Let's take it to the ring for Samantha Sims' introductions!

The camera cuts quickly to the ring after the three teams make their entrances and begin to make their final strategic plans for the match. The lights in the studio go dim, with a small spotlight shining in the center of the ring where Samantha stands.

Samantha Sims: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the first main event of Championship Wrestling From Nashville! It is scheduled for one fall with show time remaining. It is for the SWF Tag Team Championship!

The spotlight slowly shifts over to Sir Boliver Turnbuckle and Mark Zohn.

Samantha Sims: Introducing first. Weighing in at a combined weight of 437 pounds.. Mark "Danger" Zohn and SIR Boliver Turnbuckle.. THE ALLIED POWERS!

Heavy, heavy boos reign down as Boliver Turnbuckle soaks them in. He leans over the ropes and taunts some fans in the front row and is pelted with a box of popcorn for his troubles. Kernels of corn fly everywhere as he steps through the middle rope, attempting to go after the fan before Zohn stops him and reigns him back in.

Samantha Sims: Next, to my right.. At a combined weight of 462 pounds, this is a SWF favorite and former Southern Heavyweight Champion.. BRUISER BEDLAM AND HIS PARTNER, SNAKE MALONEEEEEE!

Bedlam raises his arm in the air as the fans cheer wildly. Malone removes his ring vest, drawing a LOUD seal of approval from the females in the audience. Malone and Bedlam shake hands and bump fists.

Samantha Sims: And the final team in this match weigh in tonight at a massive 617 pounds. Rodney "Bottoms Up" Tannenhill and Mason "The Mountain" Levis.. THE TITAN DRAGONS!

The Titan Dragons get a strong response from the fans as well. The two behemoths bump fists and climb the turnbuckles, throwing their arms in the air as the fans roar loudly in the direction. Samantha Sims exits the ring and Mike Stout gives the three teams their final instructions before calling for the bell. And our main event is on!

MATCH EIGHT - SWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP (Referee: Mike Stout)

The three teams all remain in the ring and we have pandemonium with six men engaging in combat dead center with Mike Stout trying desperately to establish some order! The Titan Dragons focus their attention on Sir Boliver Turnbuckle stemming from their altercation earlier in the night, but Mark Zohn hits a clubbing forearm in the back of Levis, stopping him in his tracks.

Russell Smith: Oh no.

Tannenhill and Levis push Turnbuckle to the ground and turn, visibly irritated by Mark Zohn trying to step up and save his partner. Zohn pokes each of the behemoths in the chest while running his mouth, giving them both direct orders with confidence.. And stupidity.

Snake Malone and Bruiser Bedlam stand in the corner watching with curiosity. Levis and Tannenhill each grab Zohn under the air and HIP TOSSES HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE! Zohn lands hard and doubles over himself like an accordion! Snake Malone is quick to react, running over and rolling Mason Levis up! One, two, Tannenhill break it up!

Russell Smith: Mark Zohn definitely entered the "danger zone" with that boneheaded decision, Hack.

Hacksaw Anderson: Russ, my God, what was he thinking? Their legs are bigger than his body. Besides, would YOU risk your life to save someone like Sir Boliver Turnbuckle?

Russell Smith: Not in a million years. The Titan Dragons have a two-hundred pound advantage on both teams!

Malone and Tannenhill trade right hands back and forth, with Tannenhill’s size and power finally gaining the upper hand. Backed into a corner, Malone puts his arms up to try and block Tannenhill’s strikes the best he can.

BAM!

Bruiser Bedlam crushes a garbage can over the head of Tannenhill, crumpling it up like a soda can!

Hacksaw Anderson: Well, that’s one way to save a partner.

Russell Smith: With it being a triple threat, there are NO disqualifications!

Hacksaw Anderson: Knowing Bruiser, I wouldn’t be surprised if his next move is just to shoot someone then.

Bedlam takes the trash can and whacks Levis across the head with it for good measure and slings it outside of the ring on top of Mark Zohn! Tannenhill and Levis each grab Bruiser Bedlam by the throat and give him a double chokeslam! Malone charges at them for a double clothesline, but it barely moves them backwards. Boliver Turnbuckle jumps off the middle turnbuckle, colliding into the Dragons’ backs with a double clothesline. Quickly to his feet, Turnbuckle springs and catches Levis with London Bridge is Down! The Cutter takes Levis down to the mat while Malone catches Tannenhill with Snake Bite! The double-underhook DDT has the big man down and Malone covers. Before the count can register, however, Turnbuckle breaks it up.

Russell Smith: The referee has given up all hope of having some sort of order to this match.

Hacksaw Anderson: Nelson Hammer wanted a memorable main event for his return and this action has been fast and furious!

Turnbuckle hits Malone with a stiff right hand, giving an opportunity for Mark Zohn to step through the middle rope, spring himself off of it, and hit a Tornado DDT! Commander on Deck! Zohn kicks Bruiser Bedlam in the gut, salutes him, and then hits a big Stunner! Mason Levis spins him around and hits a flat back dropkick! Turnbuckle plants several European Uppercuts into the thick chest of Mason Levis, who absorbs them as if nothing happens. Levis shoves Turnbuckle back into the waiting arms of Rodney Tannenhill for a German Suplex!

Russell Smith: Tannenhill got all of that one!

Hacksaw Anderson: Overlooking the odd team name, I love these Titan Dragon guys!

Turnbuckle rolls out of the ring to the outside and Zohn is tossed over by Levis. Bruiser Bedlam zooms past the Dragons and clumsily dives over the top rope, landing on top of the Allied Powers! All three men go sailing into the metal guardrailing in front of the fans!

Hacksaw Anderson: Bruiser Bedlam ain’t got no business being that stupid! He’s too old to be diving like that. He could’ve killed himself!

Russell Smith: But his sacrifice took the Allied Powers out of this match!

Snake Malone comes up behind Rodney Tannenhill and grabs his arm, DOWN SHIFT! Tannenhill goes face first into the mat. Levis grabs Malone off the mat, but Malone slaps Levis’ hands off of him and headbutts him between the eyes! Malone grabs his forehead and shakes the cobwebs off before quickly hitting a Double-Arm DDT on Levis. He covers Levis - one.. Two.. kick out! Malone rolls over and covers Rodney Tannenhill - one.. Two.. kick out! Malone slams the mat in frustration.

Russell Smith: Snake Malone is trying everything he can to finish this thing off and capture those belts!

On the outside, the Allied Powers have ganged up on Bruiser Bedlam. Turnbuckle picks Bedlam up and hits a Knee Breaker. He immediately picks Bedlam up and slams the same knee on the steel ring steps for good measure. Bedlam rolls off of the steps face-first, but Zohn gives him no room to breathe, laying the boots to him. Malone slides out of the ring and grabs a steel chair from the timekeeper’s table, folds it up, and runs towards the Allied Powers, causing them to flee away from Bedlam!

Hacksaw Anderson: Looks like Bruiser’s insanity has rubbed off on the young’in.

Russell Smith: Snake Malone saved his partner and the Allied Powers made an executive decision not to have a business meeting with that steel chair!

As Turnbuckle and Zohn flee, they run smack dab into Tannenhill and Levis, who both floor them with lariats! Tannenhill punches Levis on the arm and Levis grabs the timekeeper’s table, removing all of the contents on top of it. He drags it to the middle of the floor and gives it a stern pat. Tannenhill picks Zohn up for a Powerbomb, but Zohn grabs the ropes in front of him to escape the attempt and lands on the apron. Zohn soccer kicks Tannenhill between the eyes and dives - BLOCKBUSTER THROUGH THE TABLE!

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

Russell Smith: I'm sure that chant will be edited out, ladies and gentlemen.

Hacksaw Anderson: And once again, Mark Zohn has sacrificed himself for the team. For as poorly as Boliver Turnbuckle treats him, Zohn has done the work in this match!

Turnbuckle rolls over to Levis and hits a low blow that doubles the big man over. Up to his feet, Turnbuckle grabs Levis by the back of the tights and uses all of his might to sling him shoulder first into the guard rail. Turnbuckle turns around and there's Snake Malone and a hobbling Bruiser Bedlam waiting on him. Turnbuckle backs up, giving them the "timeout" hand gesture.

Russell Smith: There's no timeouts in wrestling!

As Bruiser Bedlam goes to swing at Turnbuckle, Turnbuckle lunges behind his maid, Matilda, using her as a human shield! Bedlam pulls back his punch at the last second as she shrieks in fear.

Hacksaw Anderson: Boliver Turnbuckle is a confirmed coward!

Bedlam screams for Matilda to move, but the distraction is just long enough for Turnbuckle to jump at Snake Malone to hit a Code Breaker! With Malone down, Bedlam hits a Bionic Elbow on Turnbuckle and rolls him back into the ring, much to the approval of the referee. Turnbuckle swings at Bedlam, but Bedlam ducks and begins pelting the Brit with left jabs, one after one. Bedlam begins violently spinning his right arm in a circle, causing the fans to start an "OoooooooooOooooooooooooooOhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" chant the more the spinning continues. BAM! Big right hand sends Turnbuckle to the ground!

Russell Smith: Vintage Bruiser Bedlam!

Feeling the momentum shifting, Bedlam picks Turnbuckle off the mat and sends him into the ropes, BACK BODY DROP! Turnbuckle is back up and gets hit with an Atomic Drop! While Turnbuckle comedically dances around, holding his backside, Bedlam hits a Discus Clothesline for a near fall!

"LET'S GO BRUISER!"

On the outside, Zohn is handed a pair of handcuffs from Stacy Brooks and he quickly slaps one around the wrists of Levis and Tannenhill with the short chain resting around the ringpost.

Hacksaw Anderson: Look at that, Russ! That cheater, Mark Zohn, has Levis and Tannenhill handcuffed on either side of the ring apron! They're stuck.

Russell Smith: The Allied Powers are pulling out all of the stops as the momentum shifts out of their favor!

Back in the ring, Bedlam is still giving it to Turnbuckle. A kick to the gut turns into a Strong Zero Piledriver. Bedlam waves his finger in the ear and screams, "TIME TO GO HOME!" The fans cheer loudly as Bedlam then picks Turnbuckle up, hooking his arm around Turnbuckle's head.

Russell Smith: Time for the Slingshot!

Bedlam hoists Turnbuckle into the air, bounces his legs off the ropes, SLINGSHOT SUPLEX! As Bedlam covers, MARK ZOHN FLIES OFF THE TOP ROPE FOR THE HIGHWAY TO THE DANGER ZONE! The Shooting Star-style maneuver breaks up the pin attempt before Mike Stout can even get to a two count. Snake Malone is on the apron trying to get in the ring but Zohn dives through the ropes, spearing Malone to the outside!

Russell Smith: Zohn again risks his well being for the team! That was a nasty fall!

Bedlam rolls over and pushes himself to his knees, but here's Turnbuckle with a V-Trigger! Bedlam no-sells it and gets to his feet! He punches his own self in the face, drawing a small trickle of blood from his eyebrow and the fans erupt! Turnbuckle's eyes go as wide as saucers, so out of desperation, he kicks Bedlam low! EARL GREY TEA! He then quickly picks Bedlam up - ST. GEORGE'S CROSS! Turnbuckle grabs Bedlam's legs and leans forward, pushing Bedlam's knees up to his chest. For good measure, Turnbuckle puts his feet on the ropes!

On the opposite side of the ring, Levis and Tannenhill use their strength and finally snap the links on the chain of the handcuffs to free themselves! But by the time they're freed, the referee starts the count, not seeing the feet on the ropes of Turnbuckle!

One, the fans are booing.. two, the boos grow louder as they see what's happening.. three! We have new champions!

WINNER
ALLIED POWERS via PIN FALL in 14:20
FIRST-EVER SWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS

Russell Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the language, but that was a bullshit finish! Mike Stout missed the feet on the ropes!

Hacksaw Anderson: And here you've been all night getting on to ME for cursing!

"BULL... SHIT! BULL... SHIT!"

Garbage begins being slung into the ring - popcorn buckets, tinfoil wadded into balls, a complete head of lettuce! A completely full beer hits Mark Zohn upside the head as he greets Turnbuckle on the floor. Sir Boliver Turnbuckle takes the championship belts from Samantha Sims at what's left of the timekeeper's section and holds them high into the air in the sea of debris on the floor. Snake Malone makes his way back into the ring, holding his neck, and helps Bruiser Bedlam to his feet as the Titan Dragons also enter the ring, each with a handcuff around their wrist. As Turnbuckle and Zohn walk backwards towards the curtain, they see the four men in the ring share a moment of handshakes and conversation to a loud applause from the fans.

Russell Smith: Unlike our new Tag Team Champions, THIS is what respect and sportsmanship is all about!

Hacksaw Anderson: The SWF tag team division is small for the time bein', but these three teams haven't met for the last time, I promise you that. I'm pissed, though, Russ. Bruiser had that wild dose of fighting spirit and was about to finish this thing once and for all! Not only did Turnbuckle kick him in the dick, he put his feet on the ropes.

Levis and Tannenhill give Bedlam and Malone fist bumps and then exit the ring. They slap a few hands at ringside and exit to the back. Snake Malone raises his partner's arm in the air as AC/DC begins blaring loudly over the PA system.

"BRUISE-R-BED-LAM!" clap clap clapclapclap "BRUISE-R-BED-LAM!"

Russell Smith: The respect is apparent for the former SWF Southern Heavyweight Champion, Hack! He got pinned by some nefarious means tonight, but you have to think a rematch is imminent between the new champions and the duo of Snake and Bruiser.

Hacksaw Anderson: What a show tonight's been. If you overlook how it ended, this was a top-to-bottom excellent way to reintroduce the Southern Wrestling Federation to the masses!

Russell Smith: Knowing Nelson Hammer like I do, he has to be fuming that the main event ended like it did. But with the Jokers Wild Cup coming up in September, he has a chance to remedy that when the Allied Powers defend their titles for the first time!

A visibly frustrated Snake Malone and Bruiser Bedlam wave to the fans and start to exit the ring.. But HERE'S MARK ZOHN AND BOLIVER TURNBUCKLE WITH CHAIRS! THEY CLOBBER BOTH MEN IN THE BACK AND THEY HIT THE MAT!

Russell Smith: Where did they come from?!

The bell rings repeatedly and multiple referees come down, but Turnbuckle swats the chair in each of their directions as they try entering the ring, leaving them helpless on the outside. Turnbuckle barks orders, demanding Zohn pick Malone up. Zohn pushes Malone towards Turnbuckle, who kicks him in the gut and lifts him into the air.. ST. GEORGE'S CROSS! Zohn then uses his feet to roll Snake Malone to the outside. The fans are booing so loudly that we can barely hear Russell or Hacksaw on commentary, let alone the bell ringing. More garbage is being thrown in the ring.

"WE WON THE BLOODY FUCKIN' TITLES! NOT THEM! WHY ARE THEY CELEBRATING?!"

Turnbuckle has found a camera to scream his frustrations into.

"THEY NEED REMINDED THAT THEY.. ARE.. LOSERS!"

"THEY NEED REMINDED.. THAT BRUISER BEDLAM.. IS FINISHED!"

Russell Smith: You've won the titles, Turnbuckle! Go celebrate!

Turnbuckle grabs the metal serving plate from his servant, Matilda, and grabs Bruiser Bedlam by the back of the head. Placing the tray vertically, resting it on the mat and underneath Bedlam's jaw, Turnbuckle looks over to Zohn and snaps his fingers. Zohn is reluctant, almost trying to talk Boliver out of whatever crazy idea he has in his mind.

"Do it, MARK!"

Hacksaw Anderson: What's goin' on?!

Reluctantly, seemingly against his will, Mark Zohn grabs Bruiser Bedlam's arms and pulls him back, lifting his head ever so slightly off of the metal tray.. KISSING THE DIRT! The Curb Stomp sends Bedlam crashing down throat-first on the tray, folding it in half like a tin can! The fans gasp in shock at how vicious the landing was and Bruiser Bedlam is rolling around the mat, clutching his throat!

Turnbuckle looks to the camera in the ring, "NOT ALL ENDINGS ARE HAPPY ENDINGS, LOVE!"

Snake Malone dives back into the ring with all of the energy he has left, covering up his mentor so that the new Tag Team Champions cannot do any more damage to him. Turnbuckle looks down at Malone and Bedlam, proud of their work. He screams at Malone, "TRYIN' TO STEAL MY MOMENT?! I'LL TAKE IT BACK! THIS IS MY NIGHT!"

One male fan hops the railing and is immediately tackled by security before he can get anywhere close to Boliver Turnbuckle.

Russell Smith: Tensions are rising here in the studio, ladies and gentlemen. A fan just tried to rush the ring and got stopped by security!

Hacksaw Anderson: I need to go check on Bruiser.

The thud of a headset being dropped on the table echoes and Hacksaw Anderson is seen stopping in front of the new champions, screaming in their faces to get out of sight. Zohn seems genuinely concerned while Turnbuckle smirks, proudly draping both Tag Team Championships over his shoulders. A medic joins Hacksaw by entering the ring and checking on Brusier, who is spitting up blood in the ring. A hush has fallen over the studio after seeing the blood.

Russell Smith: Nelson Hammer is now out. Fans, this is NOT part of the show..

Nelson Hammer stops in front of Turnbuckle and Zohn and motions for security to come and escort them out. He gives then a dirty, stern look and shakes his head in disgust. "I'll tend to you two later." Not even slightly phased, Turnbuckle and his crew exit the ringside area, vanishing through the curtain. Hammer enters the ring and stands next to Hacksaw Anderson. Snake Malone is up and lunges for the ropes, but Nelson Hammer stops him in his tracks, reminding him that there's going to be a time and a place for revenge. Bedlam is helped to his feet by the medic and Hacksaw, getting a tremendous response from the fans in attendance. Blood covers his lips and he's in noticeable pain.

Russell Smith: Bruiser Bedlam is back to his feet, looking much worse for wear than he did before the match started. That attack was heinous, vicious, and absolutely uncalled for in my eyes. The new SWF Tag Team Champions cheated to win the titles and now they were jealous of the response the fans gave these two men and wanted to turn the attention back on themselves! It's despicable and I have no doubt punishments galore will be handed down!

The camera follows a crowd of people helping Bruiser Bedlam cautiously exit the ring and walk the route past Lance Gordon, who reaches over and pats his longtime friend on the back, offering some well wishes with a concerned look on his face.

"BRUISE-R-BED-LAM!" clap clap clapclapclap "BRUISE-R-BED-LAM!" clap clap clapclapclap

As Nelson Hammer, Hacksaw Anderson, Snake Malone, and the medic all escort Bruiser Bedlam towards the curtain, Russell Smith takes over one final time.

Russell Smith: Well, ladies and gentlemen, we've had quite the show tonight and it's a damn shame that it ends on such a terrible note like this. We have new champions here tonight, and next month when we return to the Fairgrounds, we'll crown the first SWF Heavyweight Champion in the Gauntlet for the Gold.

The camera cuts to a shot of the empty ring. The audience hasn't moved and inch out of fear of missing something else transpiring.

Russell Smith: I want to be a lot more enthusiastic. In fact, it's my job.. But all I can say is, Bruiser, we're prayin' for you. See you next month, folks.

End transmission.