Back after a week hiatus, the SFWF picks up where they left... with Corey Vilhauer winning the SFWF Championship by screwing Jim Peterson at SFWF Wrestlemania.
 

Interview:
Corey Vilhauer, Stepdaddy, and Rumpshaker Slim

Vilhauer walks out with Stepdaddy and Slim to the Comfy, Cozy, and Corey music.  The crowd boos and throws shit into the ring.  “Well hello, my paying customers.  You can all breathe a sigh of relief – your SFWF World Heavyweight Champion is back in the ring.”  The crowd boos and an asshole chant starts up.  “Now before you all go and shun me like you shunned Stepdaddy and Slim, hold on a minute.  Who is to blame here?  Look at this.  Imagine there is a hundred dollar bill at the end of a string, but in order to get to that money, you have to step on an ant that is in between you and the hundred dollars.  Who here would save the ant’s life and lose a hundred dollars?  NO ONE!!  And as far as I’m concerned… you are all to blame… every one of you fans in the seats is to blame for this travesty.  You are the people who drove me to this championship.  You are the people who almost forced me into doing anything for the SFWF World title.  And in order to get that title, I had to step on ants like Jim Peterson.  Of course, it certainly helped that EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU PEOPLE IN THIS ARENA ACTUALLY BELIEVED I COULD PLAY NICE WITH THE OTHERS!!  Man, you fans are so fucking gullible.  Seriously, do you think it was an accident that I would leave Jim by himself in the ring?  Come on.  The only person more gullible that all of you was Jim fucking Peterson… “ and with that, Peterson’s music starts up.  Peterson, Matt Miller, and Sam Larson all walk onto the ramp.  “Well, Vilhauer, it looks like you’ve duped us all again.  But I guess the only thing we have learned from this ordeal is that you are nothing but a spineless, heartless, bastard-ass LIMP DICK”.  As Peterson says this, the crowd begins a ‘limp dick’ chant, causing Vilhauer to get very angry.  “Peterson, what are you doing out here.  No body does this to me on my time.”  “Well, Vilhauer, it’s like this.  As it sits now in the SFWF, there are only two things I want… the SFWF World Championship, and YOUR HEAD ON A SPIKE!!  So, if you aren’t too chicken shit, I suggest you put that title that you won…. No, I’m sorry, you STOLE from me on the line at SFWF Harsh Betrayal in four weeks.  Against ME!”  Vilhauer looks around as the crowd explodes with this suggestion.  “Jim, why would I do a stupid thing like that.  What’s going to happen if I don’t?  Will you and your little band of misfits attack me?  Your old friend Sam?  The one who stabbed you in the back only months ago?  And what about Matt?  If you don’t remember, he was once the SFWF Commissioner, and he screwed you over.  In fact, Matt was once on my side… remember that Matt?  How can you trust these people, Jim?  Well, I tell ya what.  Tonight, I’m going to help your friends gain a positive reputation.  Tonight, Sam Larson will face former SFWF World Champion Tim Schumann.  Also, Matt, you and your tag partner “Mr. Russell” had better get ready for tonight’s main event – an SFWF Tag Team Title Match against… Comfy and Cozy.  Oh, and Jim?  I’m so sure of myself… so sure that I can somehow dupe you once again – so positive that you will never defeat me… that you’ve got that match.  Main Event – SFWF Harsh Betrayal – Jim Peterson vs. Corey Vilhauer for this prestigious strap.”  Vilhauer puts the mic down and the three men step out of the ring.
 

Mary Campbell vs. Tracy Holmoe

Campbell starts by tossing Holmoe to the corner.  Holmoe retaliates with a clothesline, then follows up with a knee drop.  Campbell starts to get up, but is knocked back down by Holmoe, who then pulls Campbell up and drops her down with a backbreaker onto her knee.  Campbell struggles to get up while Holmoe is pounding on her, finally gaining an advantage by tripping Holmoe up.  Holmoe tries to grab Campbell, but Campbell moves away and starts to climb the turnbuckle.  Campbell goes to launch off, but Holmoe stops her and throws her to the mat.  Campbell hits hard and slides into the corner.  Holmoe picks Campbell up and gives her a brain buster suplex.  With that, Megan Meyer saunters out.  Holmoe attempts a Holmoe-plex, but catches a glimpse of Meyer and drops Campbell.  Campbell slowly gets up as Meyer and Holmoe jaw with each other.  Campbell grabs Holmoe from behind and spins her around, kicking her in the gut.  Holmoe reels over as Campbell locks a pump-handle slam on and drops Holmoe onto the mat.  Campbell goes for the pin… here comes Bianka Groves!!  Groves slides into the ring and smashes Campbell with the Women’s title.  Holmoe is disqualified and all four women get into a fight in the ring.  Backstage, Breezy Bryant is watching and shaking her head.

Winner: (by DQ) Mary Campbell
 

Backstage:
Jason Hofer is talking to Crispy backstage.  Hofer tells Crispy that in Eric Swanson’s absence, he has been put in charge of The Sons of Sheetar.  Crispy looks at him and tells him that there isn’t much left of Sheetar.  Hofer ignores the comment and walks off.
Meanwhile, we see Beka Reiser and Heather Curtis on a beach.  Reiser and Curtis talk about how they are spending four weeks in the Bahamas to improve relations between the SFWF and other foreign wrestling leagues.  Reiser and Curtis go back to sipping margaritas.
 

SFWF BBBoIF Championship Match
Papa Weihs vs. Crispy

Weihs begins the match with a drop toehold on Crispy.  Crispy gets up and attempts a DDT, but it is reversed into a northern lights suplex.  Crispy slowly gets up, but is grabbed by Weihs.  Weihs kicks Crispy and goes for the Papa Stunner early, but is pushed away.  Crispy goes to the outside and grabs a chair and a kendo stick.  Both are thrown in the ring.  Weihs grabs the chair and swings it at Crispy as he enters the ring.  Crispy ducks, punches Weihs in the gut, and grabs the kendo stick.  Crispy swings the kendo stick, hitting Weihs over the back.  Weihs goes to his knees as Crispy continues to smash the stick over his back.  Finally, Crispy lets up long enough for Weihs to roll onto his back and kick Crispy away.  Crispy bounces into the ropes and attempts a splash, only to miss as Weihs rolls away.  Weihs slowly gets up and grabs for the chair.  Crispy crawls over to where Weihs is and grabs his arm, keeping him away from the chair.  Weihs rolls over and begins pounding on Crispy.  Crispy kicks Weihs off, gets up, and grabs the chair.  Weihs ducks a swing, grabs the chair on the second time around, and pulls it away from Crispy.  Crispy grabs Weihs… DIAPER RASH!!!  Crispy rolls up for the pin… one…  two… thr.. Weihs reverses the pin… one….two… thr… no!  Crispy kicks out, gets up, and hip tosses Weihs.  Weihs spins and lands on his feet, turns Crispy around… PAPA STUNNER!!!  One… two… three!!!  Weihs grabs the BBBoIF and heads out of the ring, where he is met by Wyatt Ensz.  Ensz looks at Weihs and tells him that he doesn’t know shit about being hardcore.  Ensz tells Weihs that he was the first SFWF Lightweight champ, and one of the first BBBoIF champs… and that he was around long before Weihs even considered being in the SFWF.  Weihs tells Ensz that his history doesn’t mean shit if he doesn’t still have the belt.  Weihs tells Ensz to fuck himself, to which Ensz responds with a kick to the gut.  Ensz grabs Weihs and throws him off of the entrance ramp through a table.  Weihs crashes through the table and lies there as Ensz walks off.

Winner:  Papa Weihs
 

Backstage:
Tony Asp and the Hauberts are talking backstage.  Tim Schumann walks by and insults the three of them, telling them that their cheap rip-off of the Triple Threat will never get over.  Asp looks at the Hauberts as Schumann walks away and shrugs.  The three men continue on their way.
Meanwhile, ManKid knocks on the dressing room door of Comfy, Cozy and Corey.  He walks in and asks the three men if he can help them out.  Stepdaddy asks ManKid if he is really ready to be part of their group.  ManKid says he is, so Stepdaddy and Rumpshaker send him off on a mission.
 

Big Fresh vs. Jason Hofer

Before the match, Hofer grabs the mic and tells the Froot Booties that they are hereby out of the Sons of Sheetar.  Hofer tells them that if they can’t play by the rules that Eric Swanson laid down months ago, they don’t deserve to be part of the best faction the SFWF has ever seen.  Big Fresh walks out and tells Hofer to shut the hell up.  Hofer takes offense and rushes Fresh before he reaches the ring.  Fresh and Hofer brawl up the ramp.  Finally, Hofer connects with a fallaway slam and pulls Fresh into the ring.  Fresh breaks free once in the ring and locks Hofer into an armbar.  Hofer reaches for the ropes, but Fresh stands up and stomps on Hofer’s hand.  Hofer pulls his hand back in pain while Fresh picks Hofer up and snap suplexes him.  Hofer attempts to run to the corner, but Fresh holds on and Irish whips him into the ropes, coming down with a big powerslam.  Fresh tosses Hofer to the corner, where he props him up… huracanrana!!  Fresh picks Hofer up, but Hofer breaks free and rolls to the opposite side of the ring.  Fresh jumps at him, but is drop-kicked in mid air by Hofer.  Hofer picks Fresh up, Fresh reverses it, reverse DDT!  Fresh climbs the turnbuckle… 450 SPLASH!!!  Hofer puts his knees up!  Fresh hits hard and rolls to the side.  Hofer slowly gets up, picks Fresh up, and tosses him to the ropes.  Fresh holds onto the ropes and grabs Hofer for the Russian leg sweep.  Fresh picks Hofer up, but Hofer grabs him, picks him up… COMA-PLEX!!! OUT OF NO WHERE!!  Hofer goes for the pin… one… two… three!!!  Hofer hops out of the ring, but is attacked by Ryan Swanson.  Swanson grabs Hofer, jumps onto the ring stairs… Tornado DDT onto the concrete!!!  Good God!!  Swanson pulls Fresh out of the ring and the two of them walk to the back.

Winner:  Jason Hofer
 

Backstage:
Terry Taylor is talking to Tony Asp.  Asp is asked about the challenge Tim Schumann has made to him just recently.  Asp looks at Taylor and tells him that he had no knowledge of any challenge.  Taylor tells him that Schumann called him out in back.  Asp shakes his head and tells Taylor that there is something wrong with that guy.
Meanwhile, Ryan Swanson is walking into his dressing room when he is jumped by Jason Hofer and Crispy.  Swanson is left lying on the floor.
 

Tim Schumann vs. Sam Larson

Schumann starts out by outpowering Larson.  Larson attempts to gain an advantage by tripping Schumann up, but Schumann fights back by kicking Larson away.  Larson gets up and tries to throws Schumann to the ropes, but it’s reversed into a belly to belly suplex.  Larson hits the mat and rolls out.  Schumann begins to climb out of the ring, but as soon as he gets out, Larson slides back in.  Larson taunts Schumann from outside, sending Schumann back in.  Schumann grabs Larson, but Larson slips out and runs behind for the dragon suplex.  Schumann gets up, but is drop-kicked into the corner.  Schumann jumps out of the corner and kicks Larson.  Larson pulls himself up, only to be suplexed by Schumann.  Schumann picks up the downed Larson, sets him up... CONJECTIVITUS!!!  LARSON SLIDES OUT!!  Schumann doesn’t get it locked in well enough, and Larson counters by delivering a low blow to Schumann.  Schumann staggers back, only to be tossed into the ropes… FLYING CROSS BODY BONCH!!  One… two… thr.. Schumann kicks out, tossing Larson into the ref.  The ref is out.  Then the lights go out...and ManKid comes down from the rafters!!  ManKid hops in the ring and points at Larson.  ManKid grabs his chair, runs at Larson, and swings.  Larson ducks and Schumann is hit with a chair.  Larson gets up, looks at ManKid, then looks at Schumann.  ManKid looks around, knowing he hit the wrong person, and goes after Larson.  Larson grabs ManKid… BAMF HURACANRANA!!  Larson leaves ManKid and goes to cover Schumann as the ref gets up.  One… two.. three!!  Larson runs to the back as ManKid chases after him.

Winner:  Sam Larson
 

Backstage:
Corey Vilhauer, Stepdaddy, and Rumpshaker Slim all watch the monitors as ManKid fucks up.  The three of them begin laughing and making fun of ManKid.  Vilhauer makes some snide comments, and Stepdaddy and Rumpshaker get up in anticipation of their match.  All are still laughing while shaking their heads.
 

Main Event
SFWF Tag Team Championship
Comfy and Cozy vs. The Tall Boys

Stepdaddy and Rumpshaker Slim walk out to a shower of items.  As soon as the Tall Boys music hits, though, the shower stops and a huge ovation starts.  Matt Miller and “Mr. Russell” walk out with the tag belts.  Miller starts out against Rumpshaker Slim.  Slim makes fun of Miller, causing Miller to fire back with a series of punches, finishing with a vicious clothesline.  Miller picks Slim up and tosses him to the corner, following with a huge splash.  Miller looks around at the crowd and tags Russell in.  Russell hops in and goes after Slim with a big boot.  Slim slumps down, where Russell begins to kick Slim in the side.  Slim finally grabs Russell’s foot and spins him around, tripping him in the process.  Slim launches a small attack consisting of punches and kicks.  Slim tosses Russell to the ropes, then tags Stepdaddy in.  Stepdaddy grabs Russell on his way back from the ropes and picks him up… powerslam!!  Meanwhile, Slim, on the top rope, comes down with a guillotine leg drop.  Slim gets out as the ref pushes him out of the ring, while Stepdaddy chokes Russell on the ropes.  The ref turns around and breaks up the move.  Russell takes advantage of the break and kicks Stepdaddy.  Stepdaddy fires back with a hip toss.  As Russell gets up, Stepdaddy grabs him and brings him down with an atomic drop.  Stepdaddy picks Russell up and launches him to the ropes.  The toss is reversed into an Irish whip into the corner, where Russell picks Stepdaddy up… belly to belly off the turnbuckle!!  The crowd pops as Russell stumbles over and tags Miller in.  Miller grabs Stepdaddy and picks him up… back breaker… Miller picks Stepdaddy up again, but Stepdaddy breaks free.  Stepdaddy gets Miller up on his shoulders… MOCHA DROP?!  Russell hops in and kicks Stepdaddy, causing Miller to roll up the mocha drop into a pin… but Stepdaddy kicks out after two.  The ref gets Russell out of the corner while Slim hops in and grabs Miller… ASS-OUT BOOTY SWINGIN’!!  SLIM’S IMPALER!!  Stepdaddy turns around and picks Miller up… to the corner… he’s going for the Mocha Bomb!!  Miller punches out!!  MILLER PICKS STEPDADDY UP… MILLER TIME!!  MILLER TIME!!  Miller goes for the pin… one… two… where’s the ref?  The ref turns around, and Corey Vilhauer pulled him out!!  Vilhauer hops into the ring, where Miller turns around.  Miller pushes Vilhauer out of the way and goes for another move, but Vilhauer spins Miller around… PEOPLE’S DDT!!  PEOPLE’S DDT!!  Vilhauer grabs the downed Stepdaddy and pulls him over Miller, then tells the ref to get in and count.  The ref reluctantly hops in… one…… two……….. three……  The ref calls for the bell, and shit starts to get thrown in the ring.  Stepdaddy and Slim turn, grab the belts, and run to the back.  As they reach the top of the ramp, they turn around and flip off The Tall Boys.  The crowd suddenly goes ape-shit crazy as Comfy and Cozy turn around to see… Owen and Ian Haubert.  Owen kicks Slim and pushes him off the ramp, while Ian grabs Stepdaddy and picks him up… HAUBERT DEATH DROP!!  The crowd jumps out of their seats at this.  After Comfy and Cozy are taken care of, The Hauberts turn to the ring.  Vilhauer backs up as he sees the carnage, and runs smack into Matt Miller and “Mr. Russell”.  Vilhauer jumps and turns around.  “Matt, Russell, Ian, Owen… I know what you may be thinking… but now just come over here and I’ll explain.  You see, this business is like any other business, and my job is to keep making money for the league.  Remember when we were losing money with Eric?  You… OWEN… IAN… MATT… RUSSELL… YOU PUT ME IN CHARGE.  Who is to blame?  Is it me?  Is it the fans who drove me to do anything for the belt?…… Or is it you.  You people trusted me to turn this damned league around, a league that had all but forgotten about me only months before.  No, it’s not these backwoods fans that caused me to do this…. ITS YOU PEOPLE!  I was elected to this position.  I was forced into a spot that I thought I could handle… and now that I have enlisted help, you have turned on me.  It’s all about the bottom line… the numbers… the fucking money.  That’s all I’m in charge of.  And I get shit on when I try to do differently.  So don’t blame me for screwing you, Matt, and don’t blame me for screwing Jim.  Blame yourselves.”  As Vilhauer lowers the mic, Ian grabs one of his own.  “Vilhauer… if you are done spewing your shit all over the ring, I’d like to make a small point.”  The crowd pops huge for this.  “We didn’t make you do shit.  The fans didn’t make you turn on your friend to win a belt you don’t fucking deserve.  Me and Owen didn’t force you to become a goddamned jackass in that very ring.  And Matt and Russell didn’t force you to whine and cry and make excuses in order to shift the blame.  The simple fact is that you are to blame for being an asshole… you are to blame for being a limp dicked son of a bitch… and you are to blame for screwing this league and all it’s faithful for a simple buck.”  Vilhauer steps forward, but is blocked by the Tall Boys.  “But most importantly, Vilhauer…. You are to blame for turning Jim Peterson into a seething, angry, vicious revenge seeker.”  Vilhauer feels a tap on his shoulder, and turns around to see Jim Peterson standing behind him.  Peterson kicks Vilhauer…. I FUCK YOU POWERBOMB!!!  Peterson looks down, spits in Vilhauer’s face, and walks off as the show ends.

Winners:  Comfy and Cozy
 
 

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