Fade in.

After the SWF logo flashes across the screen and the Championship Wrestling From Nashville intro airs, the camera cuts straight to the ring inside the SWF Studio. There, a little over 500 rabid fans are chanting in unison.

"SNAKE! SNAKE! SNAKE! SNAKE!"

Some of the chants are off-key, but the majority are cohesive and make it sound like the audience is larger than it actually is inside the intimate studio. Inside the ring, Snake Malone, in his ring gear, paces back and forth with a microphone in his hand. Off to the side in one of the corners is a black steel chair folded up and propped against a turnbuckle pad.

Snake Malone: I arrived to the Studio today at noon. I watched the crew finish putting the ring together after I got ready, the most thankless job in the business.

Dragging the cord of the microphone with him, Snake walks to all four corners, unable to find a spot to stay in much longer than a few seconds.

Snake Malone: And once everything was ready, I grabbed a chair and I sat in this ring. For hours, I've sat here. Before you all came in, before the popcorn started getting smothered in butter, before Nelson Hammer himself arrived.. I've been here. Waiting.

Snake walks over to the corner and grabs the chair and looks into the camera.

Snake Malone: Why did I do such a thing? Because I'm ready TO FIGHT!

With his face turning red and excitement spreading in his voice, he continues on without skipping a beat.

Snake Malone: FOR ONE MONTH, TURNBUCKLE! FOR ONE MONTH, ZOHN! For one month.. I've had to wait. I went to the hospital with Bruiser after the show last month and while they were checking him out to see the extent of his throat damage, I had nothing but time to think about what I was going to do to you two once I got back in Nashville. The way I was going to break your bones. The way I was going to rip your eyeballs out of their sockets. The way I was going to make you both beg for mercy for what you did to my friend!

He pauses. A rogue fan yells out, "FUCK 'EM UP, SNAKE!"

Snake Malone: That's the plan, brother!

A HUGE crowd pop comes from the response. The people are firmly behind Snake Malone.

Snake Malone: I know I have a match tonight. I know the Gauntlet for the Gold should be my top priority as we're all here to become SWF World Champion.. But I have to admit.. All I've thought about for an entire month was beating the ABSOLUTE SHIT out of the Allied Powers! And whether that hinders my advancement in the Gauntlet, that's soon to be found out, but I got here early so I could settle this like a man before the Gauntlet. No sneak attacks like they did to Bruiser..

His angry voice turns to one of humor.

Snake Malone: And there's armed security guards surrounding their locker room door.

Boos reign down at that fact. Malone nods his head, agreeing with the crowd.

Snake Malone: My thoughts exactly. The Allied Powers knew what was comin' their way tonight and that they were in deep shit once I got my hands on them.. So they did what any coward would do. They found back up.

He scoffs.

Snake Malone: I didn't know the SWF Tag Team Champions were made up of TWO PUSSIES!

"OoooOoooooohhhhh!"

Snake Malone: So since they had security, I decided to come out here and wait. I figured surely they'd see an opportunity and try to jump me from behind like they did Bruiser. Or hell, maybe they'd grow a pair and come out here and look me in the eyes and we could settle it like men. So for hours, literal hours, I've waited. I've sent messages to the back through SWF officials. Turnbuckle, Zohn, I'm ready to fight! GET OUT HERE AND LET'S SETTLE THIS! I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR BELTS! I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR CREW!

He starts waving the chair above his head like a mad man.

Snake Malone: YOU WANNA' SEND BRUISER TO THE HOSPITAL?! C'MON ON OUT HERE AND I'LL SEND BOTH OF YOU TO THE GOD DAMN MORGUE! EYE FOR AN EYE! I'VE WAITED ALL DAY TO FIGHT! LET'S GO!

The fans are LOSING it as Snake Malone drops the mic and begins slamming the chair repeatedly against the ring mat. Another huge "SNAKE! SNAKE!" chant fires up.

Seconds pass.. Which turns into a minute.. No Allied Powers.

Snake leans over the ropes, screaming, literally begging them to come out..

Russell Smith: Hack, it doesn't seem like Snake Malone is going to get his wish!

Hacksaw Anderson: He can't be surprised. If those cowards were willin' to jump Bruiser Bedlam from behind and do what they did to him, there's no way they're going to come out here and look Snake Malone in the eyes. Armed security guards in front of their locker room. Give me a break!

Russell Smith: Sir Boliver Turnbuckle must really be fearful of what's coming his way to do that.

Hacksaw Anderson: I got stabbed with a pocket knife coming back up the aisle after a match in this very venue in '87, Russ. I put a Band-Aid on it and walked out to my car to find that same knife had sliced all four of my tires. Security my ass.

Russell Smith: Did you ever find the knife's owner?

Hacksaw Anderson: Ask the bottom of the Cumberland River.

Another minute passes, still with no Boliver Turnbuckle or Mark Zohn. The fans begin booing and chanting "COW-ARDS! COW-ARDS! in the general direction of the new SWF Tag Team Champions. Breaking the silence is "Candy-O" by The Cars.

Snake drops the chair and kicks it out of the ring as Tuxedo Max Szczepanski himself comes out in his ring gear. He makes the short trek from the curtain to the ring, slapping a few hands along the way. He enters the ring and the camera picks up on him telling Snake, "I'm sorry, brother. They ain't comin'. Nelson said it was time to do the match."

Russell Smith: Here's Tuxedo Max and it looks like we're going to have our first Gauntlet for the Gold Qualifier to start things off tonight. I know Snake Malone has to be infuriated that he's waited all of this time not to get a response from the Tag Team Champions!

Hacksaw Anderson: Well Russ, it's like this.. There's a wrinkle in the Powers' plan of havin' security. If they win their match later on tonight and Snake wins this one against Max.. They're going to be inside the same ring in the Gauntlet for the Gold! Snake might have been playin' some mind games to give them a false sense of security, but their days might be numbered later on tonight!

Russell Smith: That's a good point, Hack! We have referee Mike Stout out here and he's ready to signal for the bell. Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Championship Wrestling From Nashville!

Snake Malone takes no time to celebrate, as he immediately begins looking around, fully expecting some sort of attack from the Allied Powers at any moment. The fans are FIRED UP for Snake Malone's victory and seem fully invested in his journey towards the World Championship.

Russell Smith: I have to say, Hack, Snake Malone had every reason here tonight to be distracted with the Allied Powers' looming large, but he went in and got the job done!

Hacksaw Anderson: Tuxedo Max is built like a horse and is taking on the role as an active wrestler later on in his career, but gave Snake Malone a great fight. However, this is why Snake's one of the elite. The cream of the crop always rises to the top. This guy is my pick to win it all later on tonight!

As AC/DC blasts through the speakers, Malone thanks the fans and exits the ring himself. The camera immediately cuts to the interview podium and Lance Gordon.

Lance Gordon fans himself with a folded up piece of paper that he's shaped into a makeshift fan. Standing on either side of him is Ace Sky and Mark Storm, two big time fan favorites in the Southern Wrestling Federation. Both men are in their ring gear, looking ready for action.

Lance Gordon: SWF fans, I'm fannin' myself because the action in this studio has been HOT here tonight! Am I right?! Snake Malone cut a fired up promo that he could've very easily had me host, and then he got his first main show win here tonight by defeating Tuxedo Max to punch his ticket to the Gauntlet. He also exposed the Allied Powers as some yella' bellied cowards! I'll have them at the podium later on to get their response to his comments! But now, let's get down to business. How 'bout it, y'all?

These fans would cheer for anything coming out of Lance Gordon's mouth.

Lance Gordon: We're coming off of a tremendous debut edition of Championship Wrestling From Nashville last month here at the Fairgrounds, and we're back tonight with the Gauntlet for the Gold! These two men standing next to me are two who each hope to be holding that beautiful new championship at the end of the night.

Both men nod.

Lance Gordon: HOWEVER!

Lance throws his index finger in the air.

Lance Gordon: Nelson Hammer saw fit to put these two popular stars against one another in the qualifying match. Gentlemen, you two had tremendous showings last time around. You're incredibly popular and well-traveled all around the world.. Which one of you will be heading into the Gauntlet later on tonight?

Ace Sky: Me.

Mark Storm: No disrespect Ace, but you're wrong. It's going to be ME!

Lance smiles. He has them right where he wants him.

Lance Gordon: This is how you get good shit in interviews and in soup.. You gotta' stir the pot!

Ace Sky: Look Mark, I know you have a lot of buzz around yourself right now, and that's awesome. You and Seth had an epic match last time around, you were a top performer in the rankings, and all of that is great.. But nothing that you did in this studio a month ago matters tonight. Because you're facing me.

The fans applaud and cheer for Ace Sky.

Mark Storm: I respect you, Ace. I truly do. I saw the lineup sheet after the last show and have spent the better part of July watching your matches to get prepared for tonight. I think you're one hell of a competitor and I know we're about to tear this house down later on tonight when that bell rings.

More applause for Storm's comments. Ace nods along in agreement.

Mark Storm: And when that bell rings for a second time, my hand will be the one raised in victory.

Ace Sky: I've won championships all over the world, Mark! I am not leaving here tonight until that SWF World Championship is wrapped around my waist.

Lance Gordon: Well, we have to turn the keys back in to this place by midnight. Noise ordinance rules and such. Government red tape. You know how it goes.

Lance looks to the camera.

Lance Gordon: Bureaucracy, am I right?

Mark Storm: Lance, do you mind?

Storm shakes the interruption off.

Mark Storm: I have no issues with you, Ace. I think it's an honor to get to fight you in the ring tonight. We both have one goal in mind and that's to put championship gold around our waist at the end of the evening. We're gonna' go out and put on one helluva' show for these people!

The crowd cheers and Ace even claps himself, getting into it.

Mark Storm: And then we're going to find out who the best man between us really is.

Ace Sky: I can get behind that.

Sky extends his right hand.

Ace Sky: Good luck, Storm. May the best man win.

Mark Storm: Indeed. May the best man win.

They shake, but Sky has one more parting comment for his opponent.

Ace Sky: Just remember, you do have to win the match within the allotted period of time. Another time limit draw won't do you any favors.

Sky walks off with the last word, knowing full well what he did was going to get in the mind of Mark Storm.

Lance Gordon: Ace Sky just dropped the mic on Mark Storm! I can't believe you didn't punch him in the face for that!

Mark Storm: What happens in that ring will be all the talking that I need, Lance. You'll see. Tonight's going to be the night of Your Hero.

Storm walks off to a thunderous ovation from the fans.

Lance Gordon: We're lookin' forward to that one later on tonight. Looks like we're ready to go in the ring for another qualifying match!

We go to the ring for our next match.

Malachi is the last man left remaining in the ring as his music blasts over the PA system. He takes the microphone from Samantha Sims and leans against the ropes, trying to catch his breath. His gasps echo throughout the Studio thanks to the microphone. After he composes himself, he stands in the center of the ring and looks directly into the hard camera.

Malachi: HOW ABOUT THAT VICTORY?!

The reaction for Malachi is mixed, but he pays them no attention and continues.

Malachi: Jackson Wiles, what an absolute waste of space. Jackson Wiles did nothing but stick his nose in a match he should have never been in, and for that, he paid the price. Jacky Sweetwater proved himself a formidable opponent, and maybe if it were one-on-one, Jacky would've had a better change.. but he was too late to change the outcome with his attempt to break the count. Nobody gets up from that Uranage/Moonsault combination of mine. Nobody!

The camera pans over onto the floor, giving us a close shot of a very frustrated Jacky Sweetwater.

Malachi: Jacky, mate, I know you thought this match was in the bag.. But you came across a man very determined to wear championship gold. I am inevitable.

Malachi unravels the wrist tape on his wrist and drops it to the mat at his feet.

Malachi: It's not everyday that the best of the best all meet in the center of the ring to fight for a tonight, but that's what we're gonna' do later tonight in the Gauntlet for the Gold.

He looks dead into the camera, prepared to give warning.

Malachi: And at the end of the day, only one man on the SWF roster can leave this building tonight with that beautiful World Championship..

He points to himself.

Malachi: And lads, you're lookin' at 'em!

Malachi's music hits and he drops the mic on the canvas, creating a loud thud upon impact. We go to commercial break.

Boos fill our ears as the show returns from commercial break. The camera pans over to the podium to reveal why - "Hot Stuff" Charlie Hooker and Rone Gargan stand on either side of Lance Gordon. The SWF Hardcore Championship is placed on an easel on top of the podium and shines brightly in the overhead lights.

Lance Gordon: The boo birds are out in full force for my next guests. These two men had great showings last month in the SWF Studio, with Rone Gargan even becoming the SWF Hardcore Champion against his will! Tonight, these two men are on the hunt for World title gold, but have to work together long enough to get a win in order for that to happen.

Rone Gargan: That's right, Lance. Last month, I dispatched three other men and stood at this podium, infuriated at the state of professional wrestling. Instead of doing anything about it, Nelson Hammer presented me with this championship belt and told me to form it into my own image.

Rone, disgusted, shakes his head while admiring the championship shining in the lights.

Rone Gargan: This Hardcore Championship is not why I travel to Tennessee to wrestle. I'm here for the big gold.

Lance Gordon: To do that, you do must defeat Archer Banks and Hijo de la Muerte coming up in a few minutes.

Charlie Hooker: HIJO de la MUERTE?! WHAT IS THAT? HUH?! IS THAT SOME SORT'A ORDER AT THE TACO BELL?!

The camera pans the crowd, getting shots of people giving Hooker the thumbs down and booing loudly before cutting back to him.

Charlie Hooker: OH, BOO ME ALL YOU WANT BUT YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE, BABY!

Hooker waves them off and purses his lips.

Charlie Hooker: Besides that, you think we're worried about Archer Banks? That guy doesn't know the first thing about southern wrestlin', Lance! "The Gunslinger?!" He ought to be the "Nature Boy" livin' out there in Montana with nobody to talk to but the birds and the bees! He's nothing more than some wanna-be cowboy who's too busy to learn how to be a real wrestler like "Hot Stuff" Charlie Hooker!

Hooker runs his hands up and down his chest and abs as the boos grow more intense.

Charlie Hooker: These two bozos are steppin' into the ring with two of the baddest men in the SWF, Lance! They're gonna' have to stand across that ring and figure out a way to keep their heads above water! 'Cause me and this man right here are lookin' to drown them! Tell 'em, Rone!

Caught off guard, Rone steps to the mic.

Rone Gargan: Like I said before Charlie began screaming about birds, bees, and Taco Bell, I'm here for that SWF World Championship. So not only will I team with whomever I'm stuck with.. I will also run through anyone who crosses my path!

Gargan gazes over at Hooker and snatches the microphone from Lance Gordon.

Rone Gargan: Because while we're going to be partners in a few minutes, even Charlie Hooker should not mistake my cooperation for friendship.. Because when we're in the Gauntlet for the Gold later on, I WILL do whatever I have to do to become World Champion.

Charlie Hooker: Same.

Rone Gargan: Even if that means throwing the man who helped me get to the Gauntlet over the top rope!

The fans cheer loudly for the idea of Rone eliminating Hooker. Once it finally registers with him, Hooker's jaw drops and he throws his arms out to the side.

Charlie Hooker: You'd do that to me?!

He's in shock.

Charlie Hooker: That's a shame..

Hooker's tone changes completely.

Charlie Hooker: ..It's a shame that you'll never get to do that because I'll dump your ass over the top rope first! That belt is mine! I've been traveling this loop for years! I'VE BEEN THERE AND DONE THAT!

Hooker and Rone are now face to face.

Charlie Hooker: The only thing I haven't done is become SWF World Champion.

He pauses.

Charlie Hooker: And that's only because the belt wasn't available to be won before tonight! So ride my coattails to victory and then settle for your Hardcore belt, 'cause this rocket ship is about to blast off and fly to the G-D moon.

Hooker looks to the camera, places sunglasses that were dangling from his jean vest on and then snaps them right back off for a dramatic effect.

Charlie Hooker: The G.. D.. Moon.

Interrupting the impassioned speech is Archer Banks with Hijo de la Muerte following behind him. The two men get a nice ovation from the fans, with Hijo throwing pieces of candy into the stands like it's a parade.

Lance Gordon: Hey, look! It's the guy givin' away whole ass pizzas to people who buy your masks!

Hijo de la Muerte: HIJO LOVES HIS FANS!

The crowd cheers loudly as he pumps his arms up and down, doing his best to fire them up.

Hijo de la Muerte: Meet me at intermission! Buy a t-shirt and Hijo will also give you an 8x10 and nachos!

Lance Gordon: Does Nelson Hammer know that you're poaching his concession stand?

Hijo de la Muerte: Those are on Hijo's tab!

Lance Gordon: Tell someone to bring me some nachos then.

Archer Banks: Anyway, Lance, we wanted to come out here and look our opponents in the eyes before we get in that ring and settle business.

Archer, taking control of the situation, continues.

Archer Banks: My match last month got cancelled due to my baby being born and I'll be damned if I miss another opportunity to get in that ring and perform for these great fans!

Cheap pop.

Archer Banks: I'm here to become SWF World Champion and put that beautiful belt around my waist so that my child knows that his daddy is the absolute best at what he does!

Charlie Hooker: Congrats on the sex, pal.

He scoffs, VERY unimpressed

Charlie Hooker: Nine whole months ago.

Rone Gargan: Archer Banks, I respect you. A man who wants to honor his family and be the best wrestler possible is someone I can relate to.

Gargan grabs the Hardcore Championship and slings it over his shoulder.

Rone Gargan: But we have business to tend to. What happens in that ring is not personal.

Archer Banks: If you want to even be IN the Gauntlet, let alone win it, then you'd better bring us your best shot! Hijo is a world-traveling competitor and I'm one of the best around. We're ready to do this thing! I have a whole new reason to be motivated, and that championship check is going to look great in my bank account after I become World Champ tonight!

Archer Banks and Hijo de la Muerte storm off the set and head straight on to the ring, slapping hands with fans en route.

Lance Gordon: Russell, Hacksaw, I'm gonna' throw this one on over to y'all!

Hooker and Rone look at one another and nod, knowing it's time to get this thing started. They, too, head towards the ring. Referee Stevie Starks rushes from the back and enters the ring himself. He calls for the bell and our next match is on!

Russell Smith: Hijo de la Muerte and Archer Banks gave it a great fight here tonight, but Charlie Hooker and Rone Gargan had great chemistry and proved to be a very consistent team here tonight, Hack.

Hacksaw Anderson: I keep coming away more impressed with Rone Gargan each time I see him fight. Charlie Hooker's move set is old school, but is effective itself. They cut the ring off, made frequent tags, and didn't let their monstrous egos get in the way.

Stevie Starks hands Rone Gargan his Hardcore Championship as Charlie Hooker celebrates with Cameron Fuller. Hijo and Banks roll to the outside and the fans in the front row slap them on the backs, encouraging them after a tough loss. Back in the ring, Gargan and Hooker have a brief stare down as their makeshift alliance comes to an end. Gargan is heard telling Hooker, "I'll see you in the Gauntlet. May the best man win."

Gargan exits the ring, leaving Hooker and Fuller as the last two remaining. Hooker brushes it off and continues his celebration as the cameras cut to the backstage area.

The crackling of fresh playing cards being shuffled together fills our ears as the scene cuts backstage. We're in Nelson Hammer's makeshift office somewhere in the depths of the Fairgrounds, where the SWF Promotion is again and again shuffling a deck of cards. As the camera comes more into focus, we see Slamsley McBody and SWF newcomer, Myles Wilkins, standing on either side of Hammer with Lance Gordon seated next to Hammer with a microphone.

Lance Gordon: Welcome back, SWF fans. We're here in Nelson Hammer's office for the first entries into the Jokers Wild Cup event next month here at the Fairgrounds in the SWF Studio. As you all know, the Jokers Wild Cup is in honor of the SWF's founder, Joker J. Jones. It is a one night tournament where every team is randomly selected by a deck of cards with the names of the entire SWF roster on it.

Nelson nods as Lance continues.

Lance Gordon: No one knows the teams ahead of time and it's purely the luck, or un-luck, of the draw. At the end of the night, the last team out of fifteen standing wins a trophy full of cash and becomes the SWF Tag Team Champions! Nelson..

Nelson Hammer leans in to the microphone, giving the cards one last shuffle.

Nelson Hammer: Gentlemen, thank you both for joining me. As two of the newer members of the SWF roster, I wanted to first thank you for signing those contracts and being part of what we're trying to build here.. And I also thought it would be a great chance to get both of you on camera so that the fans at home could get to know you.

Slamsley McBody: I appreciate that, Nelson. I'm here to do some heavy damage and win 'dat gold!

He shakes Nelson's hand and Myles Wilkins follows behind in agreement.

Myles Wilkins: Agreed. Thank you for the opportunity. I'm beyond fired up to be in SWF!

Nelson Hammer: Both of you are big parts of the future of the SWF and what we're trying to build here.

Slamsley McBody: SLAMSLEY RULES THE WORLD!

Nelson Hammer: Alright. So, you both know the rules of the Jokers Wild. Lance has gone over what's at stake and I know it's going to make for another exciting event. Myles, if it's alright with you, we'll let you draw first from this deck of cards your partner for next month's show. After that, we'll go to Slamsley and let him draw for his partner. You two are the first men to get their partners made official besides the Allied Powers themselves.

Myles Wilkins: Works for me. Hope it's a good one.

Nelson lays the deck of cards face down on the desk in front of him and spreads them out with his hands, scattering cards into a messed up, disheveled pile.

Myles Wilkins: Here goes nothing.

Wilkins takes a deep breath and runs his hands over the cards until he finds the one he feels comfortable with the most. He slides the card over to Nelson, who slowly scoops it up off the table.

Nelson Hammer: And here we go. Myles Wilkins is officially in the Jokers Wild Cup and his tag team partner is...

Hammer flips the card over and can't help but to laugh.

Nelson Hammer: Slamsley McBody.

He shrugs in disbelief.

Nelson Hammer: Always something interesting goin' on around here.

Hammer then stands up and slaps each McBody and Wilkins on the backs. The two men are unsure of this result, but seem to be intrigued.

Myles Wilkins: Well, partner. What do you say? Want to win some cash?

Slamsley McBody: The love a' money is the root of all evil, Tux.. But I just so happen to need a new softball bat.

Myles Wilkins: Then let's get you a nice, shiny bat to go along with those SWF Tag Team Championships. I'm here to make a great first impression.

Myles extends his hand and McBody quickly shakes it.

Slamsley McBody: 'Dat sounds mighty good to Slamsley. I think we're gonna' make a good team.

He follows up.

Slamsley McBody: Say. You like softball?

Lance Gordon: Well, I was basically here for nothing.

Lance shrugs, unable to hide the annoyance.

Lance Gordon: I guess we'll go back to Russ and Hack at ringside for our next match.

He sighs. The disappointment in his voice is overwhelming almost to the point of being snarky.

Lance Gordon: Walked all the way back here for nothing. Brought in here to cover two team drawings and the two goofballs end up pairing up with one another. Wasting my goddamn time.

Lance reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out a crumpled up pack of Marlboro 72's.

Lance Gordon: I need a smoke.

We go back to ringside for our next match.

As the referee raises Ace Sky's hand in the air, Mark Storm pulls himself up to his feet with help from the middle rope. He backs himself into the nearby corner to shake off the cobwebs and collect himself. The fans are cheering wildly for the upset as Sky waves to them. Storm then walks over to Ace Sky and extends his hand out.

"That match was a helluva good time. Much respect to you."

Hacksaw Anderson: And here's Mark Storm offering respect to his opponent for a hard-fought match.

Russell Smith: Mark and Ace are two of the foundational pieces of the Southern Wrestling Federation and it's great to see sportsmanship being shown. They both wanted to win this one to vie for the World Championship, but only one man could go on.. And that man is Ace Sky! Sky has collected championships all around the world, but could the biggest one yet be waiting in the wings for him later tonight?

Sky bows and then shakes Storm's hand. The fans applaud the display of sportsmanship before Storm drops down and rolls out of the ring, giving the stage to Ace Sky to soak in his victory.

Earlier today.

A brown and white Ford F-150 pulls into a parking spot in the back lot of the State Fairgrounds. Rodney Tannenhill gets out of the driver's side while Mason Levis steps down from the passenger side. They reach into the bed of the truck and pull out two large duffle bags and sling them over their shoulders. They make it a few steps before being approached by the camera.

Mason Levis: Let me guess, you want comments from us?

Rodney Tannenhill: We can make it as plain and simple as you want.

Tannenhill drops his bag and cracks his knuckles.

Rodney Tannenhill: If the Allied Powers' idea of existing in the SWF was pissing off everyone they came in contact with, then they've done a good job of that. Me and Mason, we ain't won every match we've ever been in, but we've sure as hell never stooped to the depths that those two bozos have.

Mason Levis: They knew handcuffing us together was the ONLY chance they had of winning those titles. They pulled out every trick in the book, desperate to become champions.

Levis spits on the ground.

Mason Levis: Makes me sick to my stomach!

Rodney Tannenhill: So Turnbuckle, Zohn, you boys enjoy those titles while you can because I assure you of this.. You ain't seen the last of us. Not by a long shot!

Mason Levis: Ain't no way! Those belts are gonna' be around our waists before it's all said and done!

Tannenhill slaps Levis in the gut.

Rodney Tannenhill: Next month in the Jokers Wild Cup, it sounds like a mighty fine way of us taking those titles off of you boys. Now, I know there's a chance we aren't teammates. Hell, I know there's a shot we're both not even in the tournament.. But the objective remains the same, boys. We ain't stopping until you're not longer the champions.

Mason Levis: Next month is next month's problem, Rod. Tonight, I'm about to become the World Champion when I win that Gauntlet for the Gold! That beautiful belt is gonna' look amazing around this belly!

Levis rubs a circle around his large gut.

Mason Levis: Hunter Boyd wanted tough competition? He's about to get the baddest man in SWF! What's up with these people running their mouths wanting things that's gonna' blow up in their faces, Rod?! Those stupid Allied Powers, now The Outlaw.. Makes no sense.

Rodney Tannenhill: Tell 'em, Lev!

Mason Levis: I'm looking forward to taking on Hunter Boyd tonight and then dumping nearly a dozen other men over that top rope to claim that SWF Championship! After that, me and Rod are gonna' drink some beers and I'm gonna' defend that belt against 'em! Then we're coming for the Allied Powers!

The camera zooms in on the two monstrous men.

Mason Levis: If Snake doesn't get you two tonight, Powers, then rest assure y'alls asses are gonna' see us across that ring sooner rather than later and we'll finish what you idiots started! Bring your handcuffs and we'll bring the ass whipping! THIS IS FOR YOU, BRANDI!

With that, the Titan Dragons fist bump one another and make their way into the entrance of the SWF Studio and we go to a brief commercial break.

Russell Smith: Welcome fans, don't miss these high-profile debuts on our next show, The Jokers Wild Cup!

After the match, the security team escorts the SWF Tag Team Champions and their managers to the interview podium next to Lance Gordon. Turnbuckle has both championships draped over his shoulder while Zohn looks on longingly, wanting one of the titles for himself. Matlida fans Turnbuckle as Stacy Brooks proudly stands next to Zohn.

 Lance Gordon: Ladies and gentlemen, look at what we have here - the most controversial duo in the Southern Wrestling Federation! This is Boliver Turnbuckle and Mark Zohn, the SWF Tag Team Champions!

A large collection of boos are direction at the champions. Zohn seems kind of hurt by them, but Turnbuckle snarls and raises his nose in the air.

Boliver Turnbuckle: That's SIR Boliver Turnbuckle to you.

Lance Gordon: The only "Sirs" I honor are my father, Ian McKellen, and Ringo Starr.

Turnbuckle rolls his eyes. A fan seated in the middle of the section hurls an entire bucket of popcorn at their direction, but one of the security guards swats it down like a basketball player blocking a shot.

Lance Gordon: I've never conducted an interview surrounded by armed guards before. What's with all of this? Are you two afraid of Snake Malone?

Zohn nods his head until he sees Turnbuckle shake his side-to-side and then follows along behind him. Zohn leans in and speaks confidently.

Mark Zohn: If anything, Lance, Snake Malone should be afraid of US! After all, you saw what happened to his partner. Bruiser Bedlam may never wrestle in an SWF ring ever again! When you're a wanted enemy of the State like Snake Malone, you have to bring in the big guns to ensure the mission gets accomplished.. And that mission, Lance, is ridding the world of the terrorist known as SNAKE FRIGGIN' MALONE!

Boliver Turnbuckle: My associate is correct. Bruised Bedlam will NEVER compete in a ring ever again. If he chooses to, then we will finish the job that was started last month. But to answer your question and expand upon Mark's response, this security is to protect us. You saw what happened, Lance. These filthy, disgusting fans jumped the barricade and tried attacking us! One disgusting buffoon just threw butter-covered corn pieces at us!  My safety is up the utmost concern to a LOT of important people, so no expense was sparred when providing this security detail.

Turnbuckle runs his hands across the two SWF Tag Team Championships.

Boliver Turnbuckle: After all, it would be a shame to have the only champions in SWF assaulted in some sort of sneak attack with weapons or filthy hands.

Lance Gordon: Well, the SWF also has a reigning Hardcore Champion.

Mark Zohn: Is it 24/7 rules or anything?

Lance Gordon: What? No.

Lance second guesses himself.

Lance Gordon: At least I don't think so.

He pauses.

Lance Gordon: Y'all saw the same thing that I did. Rone Gargan was angry and he got awarded a belt. I get angry and my wife leaves me while I'm gone to the tanning salon. Things just work differently sometimes.

Mark Zohn: Just like your life, Snake Malone's is going to also be in shambles if he tries messing with us! That man had better consider himself lucky that it was his mentor that was sent to the hospital and not him! Especially after that stunt he pulled earlier tonight. That guy came out to that ring and tried to punk us out in front of everyone!

Boliver Turnbuckle: 'Tis true.

Mark Zohn: VERY true!

Turnbuckle looks to the camera.

Boliver Turnbuckle: And that's precisely why we did not respond. Some barbarian such as yourself doesn't get to make the rules of engagement, Mr. Malone. We won these championships fair and square one month ago. What happened to your friend was merely collateral damage and I suggest you choose your next few steps wisely. Always remember, THE ALLIED POWERS CALL THE SHOTS! Not you. Not Nelson Hammer. Myself and Mr. Danger, period. We have the championships of the tag tram division and later tonight, this show will end just as the last one did.. With gold wrapped around my waist.. As I become the SWF World Champion!

The crowd boos and jeers the champions. This brings out Nelson Hammer to a HUGE ovation! Hammer comes out in a black suit with the white dress shirt underneath it unbuttoned down to the top part of his chest. Hammer makes the security detail part ways to where he can approach the champions and the interview desk.

Lance Gordon: Nelson Hammer is out now. Nelson, what do you have to say to the Tag Team Champions?

Nelson Hammer: I'm just going to make it short and sweet because we're here to watch professional wrestling, not professional TALKING!

The crowd pops for a well-crafted pun.

Nelson Hammer: You two disgust me. What you did to a former Southern Champion a few weeks ago is everything that the SWF is against. You're just lucky that Bruiser is recovering and his throat injury is no more serious than it could've been with that shit you two pulled.

Hammer continues.

Nelson Hammer: You two might have qualified for the Gauntlet, but just remember, so did Snake Malone. And you know what? I hope he kicks the shit out of both of you in that match. I'm not one to have a rooting interest because I respect the integrity of this sport, but I also respect those who do the right thing.. And Snake Malone did the right thing tonight. He went to settle a difference backstage, but you cowards had this security guarding the door. So he took it to the ring, where disputes are settled... And again, you two didn't want to settle it.

Hammer scratches the side of his head and then drops his hand down to scratch his chin.

Nelson Hammer: You boys just need to understand that there's going to be a day when Bruiser Bedlam comes back for your heads. There's also going to be a day when Snake Malone chooses not to do things the right way and just finds you two out, say, in a battle royal later tonight, and just beats the absolute tar out of both of you.. And that won't even be the end of your worries.

The Allied Powers look on.

Nelson Hammer: 'Cause next show is the Jokers Wild Cup. If you two want to keep those belts, you're going to have to deal with the entire SWF roster who want to get those belts and that cash inside that trophy. Ten grand to kick the asses of the two biggest pricks in this company? A lot of people have interest in that. The odds aren't in your favor in either situation you two have found yourselves in.. And I don't feel a bit of shame for either one of you.

Mark Zohn: You're on the Most Wanted List, Hammer!

Hammer slaps Zohn on the arm.

Nelson Hammer: Congrats on the big win. Good luck later on. I think it's time for our next match, so let's go to the ring.

Nelson Hammer turns and pushes his way past the security detail and disappears behind the curtain. The camera zooms in on a stoic-looking Boliver Turnbuckle, who looks irked by the very presence of Hammer and the truth that he brought along with him.

Boliver Turnbuckle: Something needs to be done about that power thirsty mongrel.

Have the Allied Powers bitten off more than they can chew?

We go to the ring for more qualifying action.

Donny Hollywood immediately slides out of the ring and into the arms of Mac Redford with Robert Pittman standing in front of them. McBody is up and begins screaming at Summer Jo about missing his feet being held, and she begins uncontrollably sobbing.

Hacksaw Anderson: Is that gal crying?!

Russell Smith: Hack, we know Summer Jo's credentials.. Or her lack there of.. She's not used to this world.

Hacksaw Anderson: Her inability to control Mac Redford's crew of misfits cost Slamsley McBody the match tonight!

Donny grabs Pittman and gives him a monstrous bear hug as they escape the ringside area. Back in the ring, Slamsley McBody puts his arm around Summer Jo, trying to console her after feeling bad for yelling at her. "I try really hard and Nelson says I do great!" is audibly heard from Summer Jo as Slamsley shakes his head in disbelief.

Hacksaw Anderson: Hammer thinks she does great?! Of course he does! It's his incredibly-too-young-for-him girlfriend! This girl washed towels at a salon, Russ! SHE DIDN'T EVEN CUT THE HAIR! SHE WASHED THE TOWELS!

The camera pans over to watch Donny Hollywood pose at the curtain. He looks into the camera and holds up an index finger. "One more match until I'm SWF Champion! One.. more.. win!"

Back in Nelson Hammer's office, the same deck of playing cards are scattered across his desk as they were earlier in the night. Joining him and Lance Gordon are DeMarco Cox and Hunter Boyd.

Nelson Hammer: Men, we're here to pick your partners for the Jokers Wild. You saw how Slamsley and Max picked theirs. It's simple. You each pick a card and slide it over to me. I have removed your names along with those already chosen after the anomaly from earlier.

Lance Gordon: This prevents you two from havin' to team. Real lackluster to have two segments where both men involved are linked up. Kills the anticipation of the entire Jokers Wild aspect.

Hammer turns and stares Lance down.

Nelson Hammer: If I wanted commentary, I'd ask Russell to come back here.

He shakes his head.

Nelson Hammer: Who wants to go first?

Hunter Boyd: Me. The sooner I can get out of here, the better.

Nelson Hammer: Very well. Outlaw, pick your card.

Boyd studies the cards carefully and finally selects one off on the bottom left-hand corner. He slides it over to Hammer who flips it up. Hammer raises his eyebrows and nods.

Nelson Hammer: Helluva team here.

Hunter Boyd: Who is it?

Nelson Hammer: The next team announced for the Jokers Wild Cup is Hunter Boyd.. And The Big Kahuna, one of our eleven newcomers for the next show!

Boyd shakes his head in disbelief and strokes his monstrous mustache.

Hunter Boyd: Jesus.

Nelson Hammer: DeMarco, my friend, you're next.

Cole doesn't even think twice and just slides the first card he sees over to Hammer.

Lance Gordon: Well, that was very anticlimactic.

DeMarco Cole: When you're as good as I am, Lance, you don't need to sit around and think of a strategy. I AM THE STRATEGY!

Lance Gordon: That doesn't make any sense, but alright.

Hammer flips the card over and looks at it.

Nelson Hammer: DeMarco Cox, your selected card gives you the tag team partner of JASON RYAN!

DeMarco Cole: LET'S GO! NEW CHAMPS INCOMING!

Hammer looks at both men after standing up from the desk. Lance holds the microphone in on him.

Nelson Hammer: You both have drawn strong partners and have two very formidable teams.

He smirks.

Nelson Hammer: Because I'm going to go ahead and pair you four up against one another in the first round.

DeMarco Cole: Now, hold on Hammer.. I barely know my partner! And now you expect us to just team up and fight someone who concussed Socrates Katsaros two months ago and has to fight Levis? C'mon!

Hunter Boyd: I told you I wanted real competition, Hammer. REAL men. Not little boys like him or partners like this completely unknown Kahuna idiot!

Nelson Hammer: Boyd, you know the rules of this event. It's a blind draw for partners and you're gonna' have to fight with and against some people you don't necessarily like if you want to win that cash and those belts. My suggestion to you is to get over it and go make nice with your new partner.

DeMarco Cole: Just wait until my Instagram live on this injustice, Hammer! I knew someone like me wouldn't have a chance in the SOUTHERN Wrestling Federation!

Nelson Hammer: Don't give me that garbage, DeMarco. Your partner is one of the most decorated members of our entire roster. Just a couple of months ago, he was a WORLD CHAMPION in England before that disastrous fifteen versus fifteen man match debacle closed the company. I don't want to hear it.

Hammer washes his hands of Cole's concerns.

Nelson Hammer: Battle of Bannockburn. What a waste. Now that belt Ryan held sits on Turnbuckle's shoulder as a prop piece.

DeMarco Cole: With that kind of response, you can just take his card and give it to someone else! I'm sitting next month out.

Cole marches out of the office as Hunter Boyd and Nelson Hammer shrug their shoulders at one another. With the door still wide open, a newcomer unknown to us peeks his head in, somewhat hesitant. He catches Hammer's attention and Hammer's mood changes/

Nelson Hammer: Ah, yes! There he is!

Hammer stands up and greets him with a firm handshake as Hunter Boyd looks on.

Nelson Hammer: Scotty Adams. Pleasure.

Scotty Adams: Hope I'm not interrupting. I just saw a guy running down the hallway.

Nelson Hammer: Don't sweat it. We were doing a blind draw for teams for the Jokers Wild Cup and someone seemed to be a little upset.

Scotty Adams: Guess he didn't like his partner.

Nelson Hammer: Doesn't like anything. Overlook 'em. We suddenly have an empty spot in the Cup. You want in?

Scotty Adams: No better time to debut than Jokers Wild then. I'm game.

Nelson Hammer: Good.

He slaps Adams on the back.

Nelson Hammer: Your partner is Jason Ryan. A former World Champion and a highly-decorated veteran. He's going to be a star in SWF in a short period of time.. This here to my left, this is Hunter Boyd. He's your opponent for the first round. His partner is another newcomer to SWF, The Big Kahuna.

Hammer turns to the camera.

Nelson Hammer: While these two get to know one another, let's take it back to ringside. These folks are going to have a good one coming up. "Sugar" Sean debuts against that quirky Chip Mahoney.

We go to the ring.

Lilly Evans and Chip Mahoney escape to the curtain, managing to catch the ending of the assault on Sean Pierre.

Russell Smith: The newcomer, Caos Ortiz, has forced a No Contest on this match! We're going to be one man down in the Gauntlet.

Hacksaw Anderson: Neither of 'em were going to win the Gauntlet anyway. Look at this hoss!

Russell Smith: If Caos Ortiz hangs around in SWF, he's going to leave a trail of bodies at this rate! Nelson Hammer has a monster on his hands!

As the camera gets one final shot of the debuting Caos Ortiz, we cut to the interview podium and Lance Gordon.

As the camera cuts back to Lance, he's seen flipping through his phone, oblivious that it's on him. Standing next to him is Donny Hollywood, Mac Redford, and Robert Pittman. Hollywood sees the red light on the camera and notices Lance intently staring into his phone.

Donny Hollywood: Uh, Lance?

As if he's been shot, Lance flinches and realizes that he's in the real world.

Lance Gordon: Ah shit!

 He tucks his phone into his jacket pocket and clears his throat.

Lance Gordon: Kinda' expected that match to still be going.

 Lance looks to his right and sees Donny Hollywood and company next to him. Then he turns and sees the red light blinking on the camera. We're live, pal.

Lance Gordon: We're here with, uh..

Lance looks them up and down, still trying to get his bearings.

Lance Gordon: Oh, right. You're the guy who put the gum in Jackson Wiles' hair last month

Proud of himself, Hollywood nods.

Lance Gordon: Those lackluster performers last time had horrible nights.

Donny Hollywood: Deservingly so.

Lance Gordon: Took 'em an hour to get Leopold Grimm out of the garbage can Demarco Cox shoved him into.

Lance waves it off.

Lance Gordon: Anyway, since ordering my Uber Eats is on hold for this interview, let's get down to it. Donny Hollywood, you and your crew are quite the trio. You have yourself, a Hollywood star. Then there's Mr. Pittman over here servin' as your bodyguard.. And then we have a man with with strangest mustache I've ever seen. It's something else.

Donny Hollywood: ...And?

Lance Gordon: And, how come you've cheated to win your first two matches in SWF so far? Do you plan on trying to win one without nefarious means?

Donny is taken aback by the question.

Donny Hollywood: Wow, Lance, I saved your job and this is your way of interviewing me? Throwing accusations my way?

Lance Gordon: I have tenure, brother. The only man who could fire me was Joker J. Jones and he's six-feet in the dirt. He ain't makin' no serious decisions unless Nelson Hammer has a Ouija board.

Donny Hollywood: I respect the unnecessary savagery.

Shrugging it off, Donny chooses his words wisely.

Donny Hollywood: Lance, it's like this. In this business of professional wrestling, nobody really cares about HOW you win your match. Nah. It's all about IF you win your match. That end result determines if you visit the Pay Window or not, so for me, all I'm focusing on is being two-and-zip here and one match away later on tonight from becoming the SWF World Champion! I have a Golden Globe and I need a gold belt to complete the collection.

Mac Redford: This man didn't come all the way from HOLLYWOOD to the middle of Tennessee to do anything besides be the BEST! That's why tonight, Donny Hollywood becomes champion by any means necessary!

Redford stares down Lance.

Mac Redford: And if you have issues with the way Donny is winning matches, then maybe he ought to put gum in your hair next.

Lance jumps back and puts up his fists in a fighting stance.

Lance Gordon: How big 'a boy are ya', Donald?

Donny Hollywood: I'm not going to put gum in your hair. That was a one time thing and I'm definitely not trying to make that my gimmick.

He looks over to Mac who puts his hands up, submitting to his client's request.

Donny Hollywood: My gimmick here is plain and simple. It's the same thing I've done everywhere I've been, from wrestling ring to the silver screen.. Donny Hollywood - WINNER!

Lance Gordon: Don't make me get John Blade to come out here and rock your world, son.

Mac elbows Donny in the side and the two begin uncontrollably laughing. Even the stoic, statuesque bodyguard of theirs can't help but to crack a smile.

 Donny Hollywood: HA! You saw what happened last time, Lance. I beat that guy clean in the middle of this ring! While John Blade stands in the back and watches the show on the monitor like the bum that he is, I'll be in the main event where I belong!

Hollywood waves into the camera.

Donny Hollywood: Hi John! Maybe you can get a good tag partner in the Jokers Wild Cup next month and win a match for once. I hear you want revenge on me? For what? For being better than you? For being better looking than you? For not being a living, breathing joke of a wrestler? I'm not hard to find, kid. I'll be the one with the big gold belt around my waist hitting on your daughter.

"Ants Marching" by Dave Matthews Band hits, interrupting the interview is El Masko. Masko comes out to a huge ovation, slapping hands with some fans at ringside. This draws the ire of Hollywood, who snarls at the sight.

Donny Hollywood: Speaking of jokes..

The camera cuts to the ring as our next match prepares to start.

Señor Count raises Seth Warner's arm in the air and the fans boo loudly. El Masko remains on the mat while Warner hops out and begins jawing with some fans in the front row. El Masko's troubles go from bad to worse..

Hacksaw Anderson: What in the hell...

..As Jonah K. Lovemoney comes out riding a small donkey with an oversized sombrero on his head and a multi-colored striped poncho draped over his mint green suit. The fans are booing so loud that Hacksaw and Russell can barely get words across to us.

Russell Smith: Jonah K. Lovemoney told El Masko he'd give him time to think on it, but it appears as though it's time for an answer.. While he's wearing the most offensive get-up one could conceive.

Hacksaw Anderson: This Lovemoney fella' is an absolute idiot.

The handler guides the donkey to the ring and Lovemoney fumbles his way off of it. Once his feet touch the ground, he adjusts his sombrero and dusts himself off. He enters the ring as El Masko shakes his head at the sight in front of him. Lovemoney takes the microphone from Samantha Sims.

Jonah K. Lovemoney: MY AMIGO! EL MASKO!

A small, scattered, "ASS-HOLE!" chant breaks out in sections of the audience. Lovemoney looks over and snaps back at them.

Jonah K. Lovemoney: HEY! SHUT UP! You're not remotely offended by me so don't even try to paint me out to be a bad guy. You people are from Tennessee. You aren't welcoming and accepting!

He turns back to El Masko and tries to smooth it out.

Jonah K. Lovemoney: I apologize for that, Masko. These simple-minded people just don't know how people like you and I live. What obstacles we had to overcome to get to where we are. They just want to judge based on how we look and what we're wearing! Not surprised, though, since we are less than a hundred miles from where a certain hate group was formed!

A huge chorus of boos reign down on Lovemoney after that one.

Russell Smith: Let it be known that the official SWF stance on that group that will NEVER escape my lips.. is not good!

Hacksaw Anderson: My God. I would hope we didn't like that band of idiots!

Russell Smith: Well Hack, Jonah K. Lovemoney is out here trying to link our great fans with a hate group, so you can never be too sure! He's despicable!

Jonah K. Lovemoney: Hush everyone, por favor.. Por favor.. My amigo and I have business to attend to.

Lovemoney reaches up for a high-five that Masko reluctantly agrees to.

Jonah K. Lovemoney: Now, I know what you're thinking. Why didn't we just handle our business in the back where most business deals are done? Fair question. I have a great answer for you all.. Because I love the attention!

Boos.

Jonah K. Lovemoney: My mother wants me to be the star of this company and she told me the only way to be a star was to be front and center in the most important events of the night! And since I'm not allowed to be a pro wrestler, I'm settling for the next best thing.. REPRESENTING EL MASKO!

El Masko strokes his chin in curiosity as Lovemoney continues.

Jonah K. Lovemoney: Now Masko, I know you didn't win and are missing out on the Gauntlet, but brother, if you'd let me represent you, this miscarriage of justice will NEVER happen again! I have money and connections! I know lawyers and people who can overturn any sort of shenanigan! I was kind enough to give you time to think it over, and as you can see, I'm all in on El Masko and I'm hoping that you're all in on Lovemoney Enterprises! What do you say, amigo? Huh? Are we about to hop on this donkey and ride it victoriously to the back and eat some soft shell tacos or what?! I have illegal fireworks waiting on us! I have margaritas! We can take a siesta and live la vida loco!

Russell Smith: Racist as hell. Christ almighty.

Hacksaw Anderson: Idiot can't even call the donkey a "burro."

Russell Smith: THAT is what you had a problem with?!

El Masko takes the microphone from Lovemoney and the fans begin loudly chanting, "NO! NO! NO! NO!", not wanting El Masko to align with Lovemoney in the slightest.

El Masko: Señor Lovemoney, amigo.. El Masko thanks you for your interest and belief in my abilities. I must admit, last month on the show, I was very shocked that you, a man of great wealth thanks to your mother, would want to take me on as a client.

Lovemoney doesn't know whether to take the first part of Masko's comment as a praise or a slight.

El Masko: After much consideration and consulting with El Masko's friends and family during the last few weeks, I am prepared to give you my answer.

Lovemoney removes his sombrero and places it on the head of El Masko, who reluctantly leaves it on.

El Masko: El Masko is apologetic, but he cannot accept your offer. I want to be true to my fans! I want to take on this journey for the children solo and make them proud! I am not here for the money! I am here to do the right thing night in and night out so that people can be proud of me!

The fans pop loudly at the decision. El Masko pumps his fist as Lovemoney's jaw drops to the ground.

El Masko: El Masko means no offense, Señor Lovemoney. It is nothing personal. El Masko wishes you blessed success in your endeavors to become the top manager in the SWF! El Masko believes in you and knows you will spend your mother's money wisely!

Lovemoney kicks the bottom rope in anger, causing it to bounce up and down repeatedly. The fans are cheering for El Masko as he responds to their reactions with a big thumbs up. With his face blood red in embarrassment, Lovemoney takes a deep breath before snatching the microphone back out of Masko's hands.

Jonah K. Lovemoney: That's your final decision, huh?

Masko nods and once again apologizes to him.

Jonah K. Lovemoney: Masko, I've grown up getting everything I ever wanted in my life. You became the first person to ever tell J.K. Lovemoney the word 'no.' I also spent a lot of money renting that damn donkey. I bought this sombrero and poncho to celebrate in.. I have a TON of leftover illegal fireworks that I can't return.. But you know what? It's fine.

Lovemoney nods his head in affirmation.

Jonah K. Lovemoney: Because I figured this was coming. I knew you weren't going to man up and take advantage of a golden opportunity. While you spin your wheels in the SWF, El Masko, I had someone say yes to me. And that man is going to zoom straight to the top of this company! And when he does, I hope you sit around the orphan children at the home or whatever the hell your reason for being stupid is and I hope it MAKES YOU SICK that you passed up on the golden goose known as Lovemoney Enterprises!

BAM!

SETH WARNER?! SETH WARNER BLASTS EL MASKO FROM BEHIND, KNOCKING HIM TO THE GROUND!

Russell Smith: What is Seth Warner doing back out here?!

Hacksaw Anderson: I don't think he ever left, Russ! I think he just kind of blended in.

Warner rolls Masko underneath the ropes to the apron and then drags his head back into the ring through the middle. He places Masko's head between his legs - LONE STAR! The Heatseeker-like hanging piledriver crushes El Masko's head against the canvas! Back to his feet, Warner wipes the hair out of his eyes and gives Jonah K. Lovemoney a BIG HUG! WAS HE THE MAN WHO TOLD LOVEMONEY 'YES?'

Jonah K. Lovemoney: So while you had the audacity to tell me you were going to think about it, I went out and I found the man who impressed me the most on the last show. I went deep to the heart of Texas and made a deal with a man who wanted to win championships and make a lot of money! So while I was at the gas station, I bought this sombrero bullshit to hit you with a big reveal full of shenanigans and tomfoolery, you DICK!

"ASS-HOLES! ASS-HOLES!"

Someone throws an entire container of nachos into the ring but Warner slaps them away mid-air, sending chip debris flying everywhere.

Seth Warner: While El Masko wants to fight with honor, I have chosen the opposite side of the coin. I have chosen wealth and championship gold! I have chosen my name on the marquee and advertising deals! I have chosen Lovemoney Enterprises and Jonah K. Lovemoney has made a deal with the next SWF WORLD.. HEAVYWEIGHT.. CHAMPION!

Warner picks El Masko up off of the mat.

Seth Warner: This is for you, Mark Storm! Don't think I'm finished with you yet! J.K. is already working on the paperwork to get that rematch just the way I want it!

Warner spins Warner around and hoists him up on his shoulders for the Warhammer!

HERE'S MARK STORM!

Mark Storm slides into the ring and Jonah K. Lovemoney hightails it out. Warner drops Masko and stares down Storm momentarily with a big smile on his face. Choosing to exit peacefully, Warner leaves the ring and joins Lovemoney on the opposite side of the ring while Mark Storm drops to one knee and checks on El Masko, much to the fans' relief.

Russell Smith: What in the world just happened?! Jonah K. Lovemoney comes out here dressed like an idiot, wants an answer from El Masko, who tells him no.. And then Lovemoney reveals he had already made a deal with Seth Warner! The man made in Texas is now aligned with Lovemoney!

Hacksaw Anderson: I don't hate this alliance, Russ! Seth Warner proved himself as one of the top stars in the SWF and now with the Lovemoney finance machine behind him, there's nothing he cannot accomplish! He just might very well become the SWF World Champion tonight in the Gauntlet with Lovemoney behind him now!

Russell Smith: We all know the Lovemoneys are a wealthy bunch, but money cannot buy everything in this sport!

Hacksaw Anderson: But money sure as hell helps! Money, connections, and a refusal to accept 'no' as answer makes for a deadline combination!

Jonah K. Lovemoney and Seth Warner back away from the ring towards the curtain as El Masko is helped to his feet by Mark Storm.

Hacksaw Anderson: Someone had better get this damn burro out of here! We have more wrestling to get to.

We cut backstage.

John Blade is seen looking intently at the small, obsolete monitor that has been set up backstage in a narrow hallway. Blade is disgusted by what he's seen and puffs his chest out, sternly curving the bill of his baseball cap.

John Blade: Seth Warner is a despicable human being.

Blade shakes his head.

John Blade: I guess it's true. I guess every man DOES have a price in this world. Seth Warner sold out to Jonah K. Lovemoney tonight and while his pockets will be filled with another man's mother's riches, his heart will be empty.

Minding his own business, Jacky Sweetwater walks up to him eating an apple.

Jacky Sweetwater: Whose heart is empty?

John Blade: Seth Warner.

Sweetwater obnoxiously takes a big bite and chews without saying a word.

John Blade: I said it was Seth Warner.

Jacky Sweetwater: No, I heard you. I just had my mouth full of apple and couldn't respond, moron.. I was also trying to figure out why this mattered. It's a free country, you doofus.

Another SWF newcomer, Jon Tees, walks past the group, minding his own business. Blade stops him in his tracks.

John Blade: You see the monitor? Seth Warner sold his soul.

Jon Tees: Buddy, I couldn't care less.

Tees doesn't even check up and continues walking on past them. John Blade puts his hat back on, adjusting the brim ever so slightly, and shakes his head.

John Blade: One day very, very soon, I'm going to get my revenge on Seth Warner and Donny Hollywood. Maybe not today, maybe not at the Jokers Wild Cup, but very soon. I'm not going to stand by and let these types of people take over SWF. For now, I'm very disappointed.

He turns back to Jacky Sweetwater.

John Blade: Please understand and respect my thoughts during this time.

John Blade walks off, leaving a VERY confused men behind.

Jacky Sweetwater: I was literally just trying to get to the locker room..

John Blade re-enters the picture.

John Blade: Say, you want to be my partner for Jokers Wild next month?

Jacky Sweetwater: I totally would, but Nelson Hammer said you need to go to his office and draw your card. You can't pick partners in this one.

John Blade: I went by his office but the door was locked.

Jacky Sweetwater: Just go back and keep knocking. Don't give up until he bends and gives you whatever you want.

John Blade: If you change your mind about being my partner, just let me know.

Jacky Sweetwater: I'm not going to. Thanks.

Blade exits the scene again and Sweetwater takes another bite out of his apple. Sweetwater scoffs at the entire situation.

Jacky Sweetwater: Idiot.

He presses the palms of his hands together and looks up at the ceiling.

Jacky Sweetwater: God, if you're up there.. PLEASE do not let that man draw my name.

He crosses his chest, out of order, a sign of a man who doesn't do it often.. or at all.. Just desperate to do anything he can to get the good vibes from the Man Upstairs.

Jacky Sweetwater: Amen.

 We go to the ring for our next match.

As Mike Stout raises Hunter Boyd's hand in victory, Mason Levis is quick to his feet and pushes Stout out of the way. The two men have an intense stare down as the music cuts. The fans are fired up at the prospect of these two tearing back into one another again. Rodney Tannenhill steps up onto the apron and into the ring behind his partner.

Russell Smith: Tensions are high, Hack. What a hard-fought match it was. Easily one of the best matches we've had in SWF's entire history, Hack.

Hacksaw Anderson: These two have proven themselves as two of the baddest men in the company. I see gold in both of their futures. If not tonight for Boyd, then very soon for both of 'em.

Levis can be seen mouthing, "Good match. I respect the hell outta' you. Now, go win the belt." Boyd nods, looking appreciative of the vote of confidence. Tannenhill then raises Boyd's arm in the air while pointing at him and the two men celebrate in the center of the ring to a standing ovation from the crowd!

While the ring clears out, we go back to the interview podium with Lance Gordon, who is standing by with one of the newest SWF signees, Jason Ryan.

Lance Gordon: What a night, what a night.. We're up to our last regular match of the night before the Gauntlet for the Gold, and this man right here has as good of a chance as any in becoming the first-ever SWF World Champion here tonight. This is my guest, former KCW World Champion, Jason Ryan!

Unsure of what to think, the fans greet Ryan with mixed emotions. It's an even amount of boos and cheers, neither of which seem to faze the former KCW World Champion in the slightest. He rests his steel rod named Helga on his left shoulder.

Lance Gordon: Jason, coming up next, you're making your debut here in SWF and you're taking on Jonny Jackobin. What's going through your mind making your debut in such a pressure-packed situation?

Jason Ryan: Pressure-packed? Seriously?

Ryan shakes his head, almost offended by the line of questioning.

Jason Ryan: You seem to know that I'm a former World Champion, but still are too stupid to realize that I should be addressed as THE favorite! I don't see anyone else's championship pedigree in this match. All I see is a bunch of country bumpkins who never left their parents' house or the south. I'm a world-traveling SUPERSTAR, Lance! I live for this! I fear no man and there's not a situation out there that would make me doubt my talents. I'm the real deal.

He turns to the camera sporting a scowl that nothing could be done to wipe off of his face..

Jason Ryan: I am The Dream Killer. I was personally recruited by Nelson Hammer and when I agreed to sign on the dotted line, I told him I was coming here for gold. I told him that I wasn't coming here to be another body to fill the roster. I had no plans to simply fall in line and just exist in SWF.. I'm here to take this place over as another promotion that I conquered.

The passion in his voice is unmistakable.

Jason Ryan: And once I finish off that stupid Jonny Jackobin, I'm going to that Gauntlet and I'm leaving here with ANOTHER World title to my name! I will be THE FACE of the Southern Wrestling Federation because-

Interrupting, a funky beat hits over the PA system causing the fans to start clapping along to the beat.

"Supernature" by Cerrone cues up and Jonny Jackobin, on cue, comes from behind the curtain with Jane Frederiksen walking alongside him. The fans give him a mixed reaction as well, with a lot of audibly loud boos scattered throughout from the SWF faithful. Jackobin walks right up to the podium and begins waving his arms around.

Jonny Jackobin: WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOAAAAAAAAAAA!

Jason Ryan: Tell me the lie I said, Jackobin! Tell me the lie!

Jonny Jackobin: You wanna' know the lie?

Jackobin puffs his chest out and tries standing tall.

Jonny Jackobin: YOU'RE NOT GONNA BE THE CHAMP, BUDDY! 'CAUSE YOU'RE LOOKING AT 'EM!

He does the belt motion around his waist as Jane claps obnoxiously.

Jane Frederiksen: You must have missed the last show, Jason Ryan, because this man called DIBS on the SWF World Championship!

Jonny Jackobin: And dibs MUST be respected!

Jackobin turns and addresses the fans as Lance looks on in amazement, holding the microphone as close to him as he can get.

Jonny Jackobin: WHO HERE RESPECTS DIBS?! BECAUSE I SURE AS HELL DO!

A loud chorus of boos come from the audience as Jackobin scoffs at them and turns back to Jason Ryan.

Jason Ryan: See? Even these people don't care about your dibs. You're going to have to get through me first to even be able to SNIFF the SWF Championship, and by looking at you, I don't think you have a chance. In fact..

He looks over to Jane Frederiksen.

Jason Ryan: I think she has a better shot of winning the Gauntlet for the Gold than you do!

Jonny Jackobin: Maybe so!

Jonny catches himself and shakes it off.

Jonny Jackobin: But we're about to get in this ring and find out just who the better man is, aren't we? And when I beat you, a big-time World Champ, I'm going to go on to that Gauntlet, throw a bunch of other dudes over the top rope and claim the belt as my own.. Proving forever and always that you MUST RESPECT THE DIBS!

Jason Ryan motions towards the ring.

Jason Ryan: Let's go then. I'm ready whenever you are. I just hope you don't have your hopes up.

Jackobin turns to Jane and tries kissing her on the hand, but she pulls her hand back with a confused look on her face.

Jonny Jackobin: Jane, if you'll excuse me, I have a match to go win.

The two men leave the interview stage and heads towards the ring. Lance Gordon takes back over.

Lance Gordon: Well, there you have it! We're on to our last match of the evening before the Gauntlet and we'll fill in the final spot! Russ, Hacksaw, take it from here!

Before the camera cuts away, Lance leans against the podium and looks over to Jane Frederiksen.

Lance Gordon: So, baby doll, what's your story?

Without paying him a second of attention, Jane walks off set and goes to Jonny's corner as the bell sounds.

Lance Gordon: ..And she walked away. Alright. Whatever.

We go to the ring.

With Jane Frederiksen dragging Jackobin out of the ring, Jason Ryan is left with Summer Jo. Knowing full well that his SWF debut was ruined by her screw up, Jason Ryan turns and vents his frustrations on the referee. He kicks the bottom rope where his foot was and points down to it.

Hacksaw Anderson: Well Russ, I tell ya', this hasn't been Summer Jo's best night officiating.

Russell Smith: She's new to the business, slightly unqualified, but you're right, Hack. It's now TWO matches that her lack of experience altered the outcomes of. She didn't see the foot on the rope!

Jason Ryan demands a microphone and gets one, dragging it into the ring with the cord resting on the bottom rope. Ryan strokes his salt and pepper-colored beard, trying to gather his thoughts. His visibly upset, with his entire head blood red with rage. Anyone else would be screaming, but Jason Ryan remains somewhat controlled and calm on the mic.

Jason Ryan: Nelson Hammer reached out to me and begged me to sign a contract with the SWF. He knew my credentials would make me one of the top talents in this company.. He knew he needed star power to get this company off the ground level..

He paces around the ring.

Jason Ryan: But I sure didn't expect his empty-headed idiot of a girlfriend to be the reason why I lost my debut. This woman does not belong in a wrestling ring! It has nothing to do with her gender or her age or her looks.. She is a liability and she has now cost two newcomers their matches here tonight! Nelson Hammer, this isn't going to fly! SHE'S UNTRAINED AND COST ME A MATCH I ABSOLUTELY HAD WON!

Ryan points to himself as the camera zooms in.

Jason Ryan: I was going to be your champion, Hammer. You could've had legitimacy, but thanks to this bonehead referee, now you're going to miss out.. You'd best be figuring this out, because if this happens to me again, you'll NEVER see Jason Ryan in your precious SWF ring again! I demand professionalism! Let her referee the dark matches, hell, let her referee SWF Saturday Night events that no one watches! But when the stakes are as high as they are tonight and she cost me that belt and a lot of money in my pocket.. I'm not going to stand for it!

The fans can't boo because the newcomer has a valid point.

Jason Ryan: Hammer, once the champion gets crowned tonight, you can make this bullshit debacle up to me by letting me have the first title shot... Without her ever being in the ring with me ever again!

He drops the mic and exits the ring.

Russell Smith: Jason Ryan is leveraging his loss here tonight into a future title shot!

Hacksaw Anderson: I don't blame 'em! It's a smart play, Russ! Nelson Hammer owes him and Slamsley McBody each title matches or at least a rematch to make up for his girlfriend's screw-up!

Russell Smith: That's definitely something to keep an eye on after the Jokers Wild Cup next month and we resume to our regular schedule.. Folks, we'll be right back!

We go to commercial break.

Back from commercial, we get a shot of Russell Smith and Hacksaw Anderson standing in front of the SWF backdrop, away from the desk in their usual seated positions. The fans are cheering in the background off camera while the two hosts address us with big smiles.

Russell Smith: Welcome back to the program, ladies and gentlemen. What a show we've had here tonight! If you're just now joining us, then you've missed out on ten amazing qualifying matches that have led us to this point.

Hacksaw Anderson: They weren't all amazing, but they were all matches!

Russell Smith: Hack, you sure do know how to undersell! The matches have given us eleven winners and those men are preparing to come to the ring after this upcoming break for the GAUNTLET FOR THE GOLD! We'll have ourselves an old-fashioned battle royal, Hack. The final two men will immediately go into a singles match where the first pin fall or submission gives us a brand new SWF World Champion!

Hacksaw Anderson: That championship belt is gorgeous. When I was competing here in the SWF, we had the old Southern Heavyweight title. It was fine for what it was, but Nelson Hammer is taking this new venture very serious and has forked over something like ten grand for this new championship. It's stupid.

Russell Smith tries keeping this thing on the rails.

Russell Smith: But the belt is stunning and helps brand the Southern Wrestling Federation!

Hacksaw Anderson: Any prediction on who's going to win? I don't have a clue!

Russell Smith: This Gauntlet is certainly going to be anyone's ballgame, Hack! It's the hottest ticket in town, as we have a celebrity in the house for the main event!

Hacksaw Anderson: Why in the world is that man taking a picture with John Blade? Were there no other wrestlers available?

Russell Smith: That's Denzel Porter, the biggest wrestling journalist in all the land! He returned after a few months off and the sport is better because of it!

He changes the subject as a logo for Jokers Wild pops on the screen and they speak in the background.

Russell Smith: Speaking of anyone's ballgame, the Jokers Wild Cup is our next SWF offering! September 9, we're heading over to West Tennessee and hosting the show in one of the Meccas of pro-wrestling, Memphis! Our first main show venture outside of Music City. A fifteen team, one night tournament is upon us. We've seen some teams randomly selected tonight and the rest will be up on our website after the show along with the bracket itself.

Hacksaw Anderson: Gauntlet for the Gold, Jokers Cup, Nelson Hammer is givin' all of these men multiple chances at gold.

Russell Smith: That's right. One team leaves with the Tag Team Championships and TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS inside of a beautiful trophy! The Allied Powers have the disadvantage of having to fight a completely random team in the Finals with their titles on the line, but this is the name of the game! The entire bracket is something else!

Hacksaw Anderson: I hope they get their teeth kicked in, Russ.

Russell Smith: Always a possibility!

He flashes a nervous smile.

Russell Smith: We're going to go to a quick and final commercial break, ladies and gentlemen. When we come back after these messages, we'll crown an SWF World Champion!

We cut to commercial break.

Charlie Hooker rolls off of the pin and rests his hands on the back of his head with his face down against the mat. He's exhausted, having outlasted a half dozen men to be the last man standing in the grueling night's events! The referee raises his arm in the air as he finally stands to his feet while confetti and multi-colored balloons drop down from the ceiling. Charlie Hooker's music hits and Nelson Hammer grabs the SWF World Championship from the timekeeper's table.

Russell Smith: He's done it! Charlie Hooker has done it! He won his qualifying match against Hijo de la Muerte and Archer Banks with Rone Gargan and now has outlasted ten other men in the Gauntlet for the Gold!

Hacksaw Anderson: Hooker is someone I don't care for, but he's earned my respect here tonight. He won that title and there's no doubt he went through hell and back to get it! He's grinded through the independent scene and seems to finally have his act together thanks to his associate, Cameron Fuller.. Even if he's a little aloof.

Samantha Sims: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HERE IS YOUR WINNER OF THE GAUNTLET FOR THE GOLD AND THE NEWWWWWW SOUTHERN WRESTLING FEDERATION WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.... "HOT STUFF" CHARLIE HOOOOOKKKKKKEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR!

Nelson Hammer enters the ring and shakes Charlie Hooker's hand. The two stand in the center of the ring as Hammer raises Hooker's arm in the air to a respectful response. The fans aren't overly thrilled with the outcome, but everyone loves being live for a title change, especially the crowning of a first-ever champion. Cameron Fuller enters the ring and gives her client a big hug as "Do Ya' Wanna Taste It?" blasts throughout the PA system in the studio.

Russell Smith: Hammer, Brooks, Bedlam, Cromwell, Wrath Hog, Calhoun, Hall.. These are names synonymous with the original Southern Heavyweight Championship that the Southern Wrestling Federation used for so long. Tonight, the longtime southern wrestling staple, Charlie Hooker, is forever linked to the history of the SWF World Championship with his victory!

Hacksaw Anderson: Hooker had better be ready, Russ. Nelson Hammer has reiterated time and time again that whomever has the honor of carrying the SWF World Championship is going to be a fightin' champion. He's going to defend it against the very best and that prestige level is going to skyrocket because of it. There's a flood of new members on this roster who joined simply to fight for THAT title!

Nelson Hammer walks behind Hooker and straps the big gold belt around his waist. Upon linking the final snaps together, Hammer walks to Hooker's front and shakes his hand a final time. The camera picks up Hammer telling him, "You'd better be ready. This is gonna' be one hell of a responsibility." Hammer motions towards his new SWF World Champion, giving him the stage to celebrate by himself.

Russell Smith: What a show. What a journey to this moment. The Southern Wrestling Federation has exploded in popularity and it's thanks to great fans like you who tune in and the amazing roster that Nelson Hammer has assembled. Ladies and gentlemen, the Gauntlet for the Gold is finished. We had eleven of the best wrestlers in the world fighting, but at the end of the night, Charlie Hooker outlasted them all and became the SWF World Champion!

Hacksaw Anderson: We have a lot of ground to cover from here, Russ! New debuts! Jason Ryan wanting revenge! The war between Seth Warner and Mark Storm now involves El Masko and Jonah Lovemoney! There's a lot going on in the SWF!

Russell Smith: We have the Jokers Wild Cup coming up, which will be another unpredictable night of wrestling action! For Hacksaw Anderson, I'm Russell Smith, and we'll see you on SWF Saturday Night 6:05!

Charlie Hooker climbs all four corners, celebrating over and over again as the camera pans out, giving us a wide shot on the SWF ring and studio, all covered in balloons and confetti. A new era is upon us in the Southern Wrestling Federation as Charlie Hooker is the first SWF World Heavyweight Champion and we march right into next month with the Jokers Wild Cup and a brand new era in the Southern Wrestling Federation!

End transmission.