Interview:
Jim Peterson

Peterson walks out with a mic and proceeds to speak to the audience and the TV cameras.  “It’s been four months, but the SFWF IS BACK!!!”  The crowd goes completely ape-shit.  “Now, being as this is the first card in months, many things have changed.  Unfortunately, the belt holders haven’t.  I was thinking, in back, about how certain wrestlers have held their respective belts for almost four uncontested months without a title defense.  So, to throw some action into what should be a routine card, it has been my decision to put EVERY BELT UP FOR GRABS, with exception of the lightweight belt.”  The crowd explodes again in anticipation of the title matches.  As Peterson basks in the cheers, they quickly change to boos as “Judgement Night” by Method Man pipes through the PA.  “Jim, obviously you didn’t get my letter welcoming back the wrestlers to the new SFWF, MY SFWF.  I don’t know who you are kidding, but if you think I am putting my belt up for grabs tonight, you are sorely mistaken.  There aren’t even any good main eventers left… all we have is you and me.”  Swanson walked up next to Peterson and stared at him.  “So what are you going to do?”  Peterson looks to the back and his lawyer walks out.  As Peterson’s lawyer gets in the ring, he picks up a mic.  “Mr. Swanson.  I am here to inform you that due to Mr. Peterson’s new ownership of the SFWF, which you can see by this paper here, and his placement as CEO, as you can see here, you are no longer a legal officer of this company.  You lost that privelege when Mr Corey Vilhauer dropped the league four months ago.”  Peterson walks over to Swanson.  “You see, Eric, you will defend your belt tonight, against Tim Schumann.  You can go, Frank.”  The lawyer walks off, and Swanson spins Peterson around, kicks him in the gut, and places him in the Conjectivitus.  “If I am going to defend my belt tonight, you are going to vacate Sam’s lightweight championship and put it up for grabs too.  Fair is fucking fair..’prez’”.  Peterson, screaming under the intense pain, agrees.  Security runs out to break the melee up.
 

Backstage:

Tracy Holmoe is seen smashing things in back.  “This is bullshit!!  I’m not putting this prestigous belt up against some flunky bimbo like Mary!!  Peterson can go to hell!”  Holmoe runs out of the dressing room and stomps to the ring.
 

Women’s Championship Match
Tracy Holmoe vs. Mary Campbell

Campbell starts out with a flurry of kicks to the legs and lower body of Holmoe, who seems very distracted.  Holmeo eventually counters with a dropkick to Campbell’s chest, knocking Campbell into the ropes.  Holmoe then proceeds to throw Campbell from corner to corner until Campbell falls down dizzy.  Holmoe hops on the turnbuckle and flies down, landing with an elbow.  As Holmoe gets up, she pulls Campbell up with her and executes a series of light powerbombs.  The crowd then erupts as Heather Curtis walks to the ring with a chair.  Holmoe looks over at Curtis, then runs over to the ropes to tell her to get in back.  Curtis looks at her and tells Holmoe that she is there to help her.  Holmoe looks at her and tells her that she doesn’t need the excess baggage.  Curtis looks up at Holmoe, hurt, and turns around to the back.  Holmoe resumes the match with a Holmoe-Plex for the win.

Winner: Tracy Holmoe
 

Backstage:

Terry Taylor, the SFWF’s new interviewer, grabs Heather Curtis on her way back.  Curtis talks to Taylor about the conflict between Holmeo and herself, and how Holmoe has never appreciated anything she has done for her.  Curtis then tells Holmoe that she will be sorry for acting this way.
Elsewhere, Jim Peterson picks two names out of a hat – Ryan Swanson and Wyatt Ensz.  These two will face off for the lightweight belt.  After Peterson leaves, Big Fresh walks up and looks in the hat.  He rummages around and finds that his name wasn’t even in the hat.
 

Lightweight title match:
Ryan Swanson vs. Wyatt Ensz

Swanson begins by grabbing a mike and bashing the former Tall Boys for not helping out their friends during the past four months.  “Nick and I were left working the indies for peanuts, while Owen, Ian, Les, Matt, and Russell all lived off of their savings.  We never had enough to put in savings.  It wasn’t much fun in the old SFWF.  The Hauberts didn’t pull strings for us like they did for Matt and Russell and Les.  We didn’t get huge advances on our paychecks… in fact, the SFWF still owes us some money.  So this goes out to the Tall Boys and the Hauberts.  FUCK YOU!!!”  Ensz entered the ring to find an irate Swanson staring back.  As soon as Ensz hit Swanson, Les McLarty ran out with a chair.  Swanson grabbed the ref to complain, and McLarty hopped into the ring to deliver the running giant DDT.  McLarty jumped out and Swanson turned to pin Ensz.  Swanson was awarded the belt, and McLarty hopped into the ring to help celebrate.  Swanson grabbed McLarty, ran to the corner, and dropped down with a Tornado DDT.  Swanson spit on McLarty as he walked away.

Winner:  Ryan Swanson
 

Backstage:

Big Fresh walks up to Jim Peterson and asks about the hat.  Peterson swears he put his name in there, but Big Fresh doesn’t believe him.  Peterson just shakes his head and walks off.
Meanwhile, Terry Taylor is again interviewing, this time Megan Meyer.  “Don’t think I forgot what Bianka and Beka did this summer.  After swearing they would never work for the big three, they undermined our entire cause by joining the WWF.  Well, to hell with them.  I’m going to take care of business.”
 

Megan Meyer vs. Bianka Groves

This match starts out with a few light submission moves, usually reversed between the two women.  Groves gains the upper hand after about three minutes by tripping Meyer and coming down with an elbow to the back of the head.  Meyer looks dazed as Groves climbs the rope and bulldogs Meyer to the mat.  Groves pulls Meyer up and tries to short-clothesline her, but Meyer ducks and comes behind her for a German suplex.  Groves, slow in getting up, lunges at Meyer, but a sidestep leaves Groves off target.  Meanwhile, backstage, Beka Reiser is seen running into Breezy Bryant.  Bryant makes a comment about Reiser’s defection and Reiser takes offence.  The two start brawling in the backstage area.  In the ring, Groves finally drags herself up to find Meyer holding a chair.  Groves dropkicks the chair into Meyer’s face and goes for the pin.  One, two, thr… oh, and a kick out.  Meyer gets up and sweeps Groves’ legs out from under her.  Meyer hits the ropes and comes down with a short senton bomb, then picks Groves up and takes her to the corner.  Groves kicks out and hits a move similar to Buff Bagwell’s Blockbuster move, then runs to Meyer’s legs and slaps on the figure-four leg lock.  Meyer gives up.

Winner:  Bianka Groves
 

Interview:
Big Fresh

Big Fresh walks to the ring and grabs a mic.  “Okay, I know something is amiss.  I somehow was taken out of the lightweight title contention, and I want to know why.  Who took my name out.”  Owen and Ian Haubert walk out to a mixed reaction.  Owen takes the mic.  “Nick, we have been looking around the backstage area for the last couple days, just to size up the competition.  From what I have seen, it looks like the whole of the SFWF has become a group of lazy, out of shape, slouches, while we, former SFWF Tag team champs, have only gotten better.  So we talked to the Tall Boys, Matt and Russell, and informed them that we would not be a ‘stable’ so to speak anymore.  The Tall Boys understood; we still have a mutual respect for each other.  Now our problem stems from this past summer.  You see, all we have heard this last week is whining and bitching over how Ryan and Nick got screwed.  Well, Big Fresh, we rightfully decided that it was high time for you to shut your damned mouth.  Everyone else in the SFWF found something to do, so really, none of us feel sorry for you at all.  In fact, Big Fresh, for all we care, you can go straight to Hell.”  Big Fresh, hearing this, fights back.  “Owen, Ian, what are you saying, that you don’t care about our well being?  Was it you who took my name out of the hat?”  Ian pulls out a slip of paper that says ‘big fresh’ on it and says “Well, Nick, we didn’t really think you deserved it, you whiny bastard.”  Owen and Ian walk off, as Nick hops out of the ring to a loud cheer.
 

BBBoIF title match
Jason Hofer vs. Crispy

The choosing of Crispy as #1 contender angered many, including Rumpshaker Slim, who apparently was livid backstage.  Crispy comes out to a monster cheer, and Hofer appears to a loud boo.  Hofer has with him a bag of hardcore goodies.  Crispy starts on the offensive by suplexing Hofer and rolling up into a small package.  Hofer pushes out and reaches for his bag.  Crispy gets to it first and pulls out a kendo stick.  Crispy swings, Hofer ducks, and Crispy is kicked in the back into the turnbuckle.  Hofer runs for his bag and pulls out a chain.  Crispy turns around to find Hofer’s fist in his face.  Crispy drops, and Hofer runs for the pin.  Crispy kicks out after a close three count and rolls outside the ring.  Hofer jumps outside with a suicide dive, but misses Crispy and hits his shoulder on the outside rail.  Crispy throws Hofer back in and goes for the pin, but only gets a two cound.  Crispy picks Hofer up, sets him up in the corner, and runs at him, but Hofer jumps out and grabs Crispy first, picking up and dropping him WITH THE COMA PLEX!!  Hofer rolls over for the pin.  After the win, Rumpshaker Slim runs out with a steering wheel and throws it at Hofer.  Hofer ducks and the two brawl to the back.

Winner:  Jason Hofer
 

Backstage:

Terry Taylor is talking to Andres Torres.  “Terry, I guess I really don’t have any direction in the SFWF.  I was with the Sons of Sheetar for so long that I didn’t know how to wrestle on my own without a stable.  I need to learn, but I feel that I need to be weaned from stable wrestling.  So starting today, I am going to try to become the next member of Seasoned Meat, if only for a short time.  I need the support, until I can get going on my own.”  Torres sighs and walks off.
 

Tag Team Title match:
The Hauberts vs. The Tall Boys

Miller and Ian start out in the ring.  Since Ian is signed for the U.S. title match tonight as well, he tags out just as soon as Miller starts gaining the upper hand.  Miller goes to work on Owen, but Owen spins around Miller and grabs him for a belly to back suplex.  Owen then climbs the top rope to the turnbuckle.  Miller springs up and pushes Owen off.  Owen lands on a table and breaks it right in half.  Miller hops on the turnbuckle and hits Ian with a missle dropkick to the outside of the ring.  Meanwhile, “Mr. Russell” runs to the table where Owen is and begins beating the shit out of him.  Miller throws Ian in, and Ian hops up and clotheslines Miller.  Russell leaves Owen alone and hops in the ring to face off against Ian, but Ian grabs Russell and throws him to the corner.  Owen slowly get up and makes it back in the ring just before he can be counted out.  Miller tags Russell in as legal man, and Owen crawls over to the corner to legally tag Ian in.  Ian hops in and he and Russell trade belly to belly suplexes for a while.  Ian, tiring of the match, picks Russell up, drags him to the corner, and props him up.  He tags Owen in, and Owen climbs the turnbuckle.  Owen gets Russell set up for a powerbomb, and Ian grabs Russell’s head.  Russell kicks out, and kicks Ian away.  Owen starts to wobble, and Russell superplexes him to the mat.  Russell tags Miller in, and Miller and Russell both beat on Owen.  Russell heads back out as Miller flips Owen to his back, grabs his legs and arms, and rolls over to a upside-down cradle submission.  Owen, since his arms are tied up, cannot tap out, and the ref cannot understand his screaming.  Ian hops in and breaks up the move, and Owen slumps to the mat.  Miller tags Russell in, and as Owen gets up to tag Ian, he trips, falling into Russell.  Russell grabs him, hops to the second rope, and comes down with a piledriver.  Miller takes care of Ian while Russell gets the pin to become the new SFWF Tag Team Champions.

Winner:  The Tall Boys
 

Backstage:

Rumpshaker Slim is talking to Terry Taylor about Jason Hofer.  Rumpshaker Slim says that he knows all about hardcore, and wonders if Hofer is willing to test him.  Rumpshaker challenges Hofer to a “moving van match”.
Meanwhile, Big Fresh and Ryan Swanson run into the Haubert’s dressing room, where the two are nursing their wounds.  The Froot Booties unload on the weakened heels.
 

U.S. Heavyweight Title Match
Cody Schlenker vs. Ian Haubert

Schlenker rolled out to a quick start, causing Ian to roll to the outside to calm the match down.  Schlenker jumped to the mat and started going at Ian again, sending Ian to the entry ramp.  Ian regained some senses and dove at Schlenker.  Schlenker was hit full on and Ian followed up with a series of punches.  Schlenker crawls to the ring and hopped in.  Ian, on his ass, chases after him and grabs him, executing a reverse DDT.  Schlenker pops up with a second wind and attempts a clothesline, but Ian grabs his arm and takes him down in an armbar.  Ian moves around and pulls Schlenkers head back.  Everyone looks to the ramp as Andres Torres runs down.  Torres jumps on the apron, pulls a small crowbar out of his pants.  Ian hits the rope, and Torres smashes Ian in the head with the bar.  He hops down and runs to the back.  Schlenker takes advantage of this by grabbing Ian and executing a series of rolling german suplexes.  Schlenker picks Ian up and throws him to the ropes.  Schlenker grabs Ian to drop him into the crossface, but Ian stands still and Schlenker drops by himself.  Ian picks Schlenker up, spins him around… AND GETS HIM INTO THE IRON MAIDEN!!!  Schlenker gives up!!  IAN HAUBERT IS THE NEW U.S. CHAMP!!!   Ian grabs a chair and stalks back to the back.
 

Backstage:

We see Eric Swanson and Tim Schumann getting ready for their match.
Meanwhile, Ian Haubert smashes into Andres Torres’ dressing room.  Torres is nowhere to be found, but Ian takes the initiative to smash the room to pieces.
Terry Taylor is talking to Jason Hofer.  “Rumpshaker Slim.  You don’t know the pain I can endure.  But you soon will feel the pain I can dish out.  So consider your match set.”
 

Main Event:
SFWF World Heavyweight Title Match
Eric Swanson vs. Tim Schumann

Schumann starts out by going straight at Swanson and taking him down.  Swanson slowly gets up, and Schumann takes him down again by working on his leg.  Schumann takes Swanson’s leg and begins working on it even more.  Schumann drops his elbow on the inside of the knee.  Schumann then grabs Swanson’s leg and twists it into a sharpshooter.  Swanson pulls to the ropes and grabs on.  Schumann is told to let go, and eventually he does.  Swanson limps around for a while outside of the ring, and hops back in.  Swanson gets fed up and begins to walk to the back.  Swanson makes it to the entrance and turns around.  Swanson flips Schumann off and turns back around, only to find Jim Peterson standing there with a chair.  Crash.  Over Swanson’s head.  Peterson picks Swanson up, who now is a bit woozy, and throws him toward the ring.  Schumann hops out of the ring and brings Swanson in.  Schumann goes for the pin… one… two… THR… oh shit, Swanson kicks out.  Swanson rolls to the floor again, and Schumann pulls him back in again.  DDT!!  Schumann picks Swanson up again… FALL-AWAY SLAM!!!  Schumann turns around to pin him, looks up, and climbs the turnbuckle.  Schumann jumps off and flies at Swanson with an elbow, but SWANSON MOVES!!  Swanson rolls to the ropes and pulls himself up, turns around, sees Schumann getting up, runs and dropkicks him.  Schumann flips around and hits the turnbuckle.  Swanson kicks Schumann, turns him around…MURDER ONE!!! MURDER ONE!!!  Swanson goes for the pin… One… two … THREEE!!  Swanson retains the belt!!  Swanson turns to Peterson, who is still watching on.  Swanson grabs the mic.  “Hey Peterson.  I’ve got a problem with the way you work things.  You know that and I know that.  Now, I don’t take too kindly to your calling yourself president just because you signed some damned piece of paper.  I on the other hand, was given the job by a former, albeit not very smart, president.  So, since we have this conflict, I’ve got a proposition for you.  I’ll put this belt on the line, if you put your job on the line.  How’s it sound, eh?”  The crowd erupts as Peterson looks to them for approval.  “Eric.  You’ve done a lot of dumb things in your life, but I have to say that this one is the stupidest.  You’ve got that match.”  Eric nods, and from behind, Tim Schumann clotheslines Swanson.  Peterson runs to the ring spins Swanson around, T-bone suplexes him, and both men jump him.  As we go off the air, we see a black Volvo enter the parking lot.

Winner:  Eric Swanson
 
 
 

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