A week after Bam Miller picked up a victory over Theo Pryce and Jason Cashe at Bad Medicine with the help from Chris Page, he found himself passed out in a California king bed with two very attractive women on top of him after partying hard for seven straight days in Las Vegas, Nevada. As he tried to make the taste of victory last forever but very soon he was about to get a wake-up call from his trainer and advisor Charles Beckett who was able to track Bam down to the Bellagio Hotel & Casino. He walks down the hall with his hands behind his back with a cold facial expression as he follows the hotel manager, as they reach the door the hotel manager turns to him.

Hotel Manager: Yes this is it right here sir, The exclusive suite for are high rollers. Mr. Miller wanted the best of the best for his big accomplishment.

Charles chuckles to himself as he shakes his head.

CB: Big accomplishment?! You know what mate, just go ahead and use the key card to open up the door and then take a hike.

The hotel manager does as he’s asked as he flashes the key card to the door scanner and waits for the green light to show up and then pushes it open but before he moves out of the way he holds his hand out toward Charles who looks down at the hand and then back to the smug face of the hotel manager.

CB: You waiting for me to hold your hand or something lad?

The hotel manager laughs a little.

Hotel Manager: Oh come on you surely didn't think I did all this for free, I'm going to need a tip for the trouble.

Charles rolls his eyes hard as he reaches into his dress pants pocket and takes out a hundred dollar bill and throws it at the hotel manager as he pushes him out the way so he can walk in.

CB: There you go you fucking wanker don't spend it all at once.

Before the hotel manager can respond Charles closes the door and turns around to a mess of a presidential suite as there are Miller lite beers and other alcohol bottles everywhere along with putout cigars and cigarettes as well. Charles frowns as he walks around the place and sees more things that make him shake his head.

CB: Bloody hell such a slob!

As Charles makes his way to the master bedroom he quietly gets the attractive ladies up and starts asking them to get dressed. He walks back outside the room and waits for them to change.

CB: At least sir Miller has good taste in the doves, that's about all I'll say he has good taste in.

After a few more minutes the two attractive ladies come out dressed with their belongings in hand, Beckett pulls out some more cash and hands it to the ladies, and then goes to open the door for them.

CB: There you go doves, sorry for the trouble this morning but the cash should make up for that.

Charles closes the door and then his sweet-looking smile goes away and returns to a cold facial expression as he walks towards the back shaking his head. As he enters the room he picks up an empty beer bottle and tosses it back and forth in his hand before throwing it toward the wall the bed faces with all his might and once it smashes into the wall it's loud enough to wake up Bam Miller who sits up in the bed and looks at Beckett with confusion.

Bam Miller: WHAT THE FUCK!

CB: Oh don't look confused now sunshine, you've been partying it up, let's continue the big celebration!

Charles grabs a Champagne bottle and walks over toward Bam.

BM: Beckett, I swear to GOD…

Beckett turns the bottle over Bam's head and champagne just starts pouring out over his head.

CB: Bottles up sunshine.

Bam looks pissed as champagne just drips off his hair and down his face. He gets up and grabs a towel to clean himself up as he looks at Beckett with fire in his eyes.

BM: What's your FUCKING PROBLEM?!

Charles chuckles as he walks closer to Bam and closes the space off in between them.

CB: That's bloody rich coming from you. Asking me what's my problem when it's clear you are my problem. Out here celebrating like you won the XWF Universal Championship, last I checked Mark Flynn was carrying that around his waist.

Bam makes a face as he continues to dry himself off.

BM: So it's a crime to celebrate a big PPV win? , one of the biggest PPV wins of my career

Charles just shapes his head.

CB: I get it Bam I really do, it's been a while since you had something to hang your hat on and yeah it's ok to celebrate a win like that for a little but taking a week off from training and celebrating like you won the big one or you have some gold to brag about is just asinine and proves you still have ways to go before I or anyone considers you a professional.

Bam nods his head as he smirks a little.

BM: So pinning an XWF Icon and Hall of Famer like Theo Pryce is nothing to write home about?

CB: Oh look at you with the big head, you beat a downgraded version of Theo, that wasn't him in his prime. You beat a Theo with status and while you did walk away with the win we both know you wanted to pin Cashe the most and you didn't. So all of this you've been doing has been pre-mature the goal hasn't been reached yet.

Bam nods his head as he takes a seat back on the bed.

BM: Ok I hear you and yeah I might have overreacted to the win and I even was second-guessing myself after I went on Twitter talking big after that but I just finally had something to brag about. Something to point to when people would say I'm a joke or I'm not on their level.

CB: You have to learn to ignore the outside noise. The people that doubt you, love to see you acting like a front-runner. Winners know how to win, they carry themselves like a Champion before they ever even hold gold while losers who win act exactly how you do, it's pathetic.

Bam sighs for a moment.

BM: You're right, I got to get better and I promise to get back in the gym soon and get ready for what's next.

Charles chuckles under his breath.

CB: Get ready you say? Have you even checked your schedule lately?

Bam shrugs his shoulders.

CB: Fucking chips and fish mate, you've got a match against Marf on XWF Saturday Night Soltice. He's a two-time XWF Television Champion and XWF Xtreme Champion. You better get your head back in the game or Marf is going to rip it off your bloody shoulders.

Charles Beckett stands up and straightens up his suit.

CB: Get yourself together and come meet back in the gym in Detroit once you're ready to win, I don't have time for the rest of this.

Charles walks out of the room and then out the door, leaving Bam behind as he drinks a half-empty Miller lite beer as the scene goes dark.

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A few days later Bam pulls up to the Hard Knocks Gym in Detroit, Michigan. He parks his black F1-50 pickup truck and steps out on his gym clothes and then grabs his bag out of the back and then heads inside and smiles as he sees the gym packed with local talent that has come by to train with Charles Beckett.

BM: Man I missed this place, the fresh smell of competition gets the blood flowing and I am ready to sharpen my skill and get ready to start separating myself from the rest of the roster by getting a victory over that tough bastard Marf.

Bam works his way around the weight-lifting equipment, then the punching bag area, and then the grappling mats as he finally makes his way to the ring and waves to get Charles's attention who's working with another young wrestler on his holds.

BM: Sup you British bastard, I'm here to put in some work and be another CCPE member that slapped Marf around.

Bam laughs as Charles steps out of the ring with a sigh and shakes his head as he approaches Bam.

CB: I'm glad you came here today ready to put in some hard work but there is nothing I can teach you about pro wrestling today that will help you defeat Marf on December 17.

Bam looks confused as he throws his hands up in the air.

BM: Look I understand Marf has a Championship pedigree and is considered a tough guy in the ring but so am I and I know I'm a lot tougher because I took an absolute legend in James Raven at Relentless while that competition ducking son of bitch took a match with Geri Vayden a name that nobody even remembers. He might look good getting that win but I'm the one that took on a shark and even in a loss I started to show my time is coming and the fans remember that, so don't try to write me off already Beckett.

Charles takes a sip of water out of his bottle.

CB: Are you done? Because if you are then listen up and realize I say what I do because your match against Marf does not require skill in the ring or any sort of high IQ, hell you could have a child's brain and be prepared for this match.

BM: Hell you talking about Beckett?

Charles chuckles to himself.

CB: You should really check your match card, they booked you in a stupid gimmick match mate, it's a bloody food fight, they want you to beat the shit out of each other with crappy holiday dishes. Lord Chris Page mention something about it being a desperate attempt at a rating grab but no matter the ridiculous stipulation, I am your trainer and I have found a method that will help you with this foolishness.

Charles motions for Bam Miller to follow him to the backdoor exit. As Charles opens the door and begins to head outside Bam comments as the bright rays of the sun hit him in his face.

BM: What the hell you got set up out here?

Charles wouldn't need to answer as Bam would see for himself that Charles has gotten a kid named Chester Mcburger from the local Detroit high school to help Bam prepare for his food fight match as we see a long table set up with different types of food while different targets are set up on the wall across from it with different pictures on them that would be revealed shortly.

CB: Yes I know this is unlike me but I really wanted to make sure you was prepared for this match. The last thing we want to see happen and what your enemies so want to see happen is you take a loss after coming off a much-needed win. We need to continue your momentum in the XWF as we have in the WGWF so we can get closer to Championship opportunities.

Bam Miller nods his head.

BM: I agree, failure is not an option for me anymore and I'm going to make Marf eat some humble pie so let's get to work.

CB: take it away Chester Mcburger.

Chester Mcburger takes off the cover of the first tray and reveals a combination of mashed potatoes with gravy and mac and cheese mixed together with hot sauce on top.


CMB: OK, I know you're a pro wrestler, but the gimmick you find yourself in is my expertise. You see I've been responsible for every major food fight in my school and I'm proud to say I've won them all because as you can see I'm a creative genius when it comes to mixing the right food to become a weapon.

Bam nods with a smirk on his face.

BM: I'm learning so much already.

Bam rolls his eyes at Charles while Chester continues.

CMB: Joke all you want sir but you'll be happy that you have this food-fighting knowledge and creativity to take down Marf. This combination I have produced, allows your food to stick to its target and I aim for the eyes so the hot sauce can have great success in blinding Marf and then you can give him an edge but before any of that can work you must be able to hit your target.

Charles puts a picture of XWF roster member Chris Chaos up on the first target, Bam seems confused at first as he looks at the picture.

BM: Who the fuck is this jerkoff?

CB: This wanker name is Chris Chaos, I figured we start your target practice with someone a little bit lesser since he had a lot to say about you after his loss to Raion Kido at Bad Medicine.

Bam raises his eyebrow.

BM: Wait this bitch said something about me?

CB: Yes sir he did, to be exact he said and I quote "Oh stick it up your ragged count, Jenny, I failed and everyone saw it. Mark Flynn? I'll end up booked against chumps like Bam Miller and Tommy Wish after this! This is why I hate this place. Why o need to see it crumble and decay. I can't stop coming back here, over and over, and FAILING!"

Bam picks up the plate of mashed potatoes and mac cheese mixture with hot sauce and steadies it in his hand as he begins to aim.

BM: Listen up here you limp dick prick, next time you mention my name it better be in my face or I'll leave you folded over to have another tantrum after another beating from someone more superior than you.

Bam throws the plate and gets Chis Chaos a little bit on the left side of his face but not the whole thing.


CMB: Good try Bam but next time don't let your anger get the best of you, it really messed up your form but no worries we have another shot at it.

Chester takes the second cover off the next tray and reveals a mixture of spoiled milk and expired mayonnaise.

CMB: Now this is one of my best creations a real treat for those that want to see their opponent puke all over themselves and if you're lucky Marf will actually slip in it and give you a chance to rub his face in it, go ahead and give it a try.

Charles Beckett puts a picture of Jason Cashe up on the second target sheet.

CB: You already know why this loudmouth fool is on here, even though you pin his babysitter in the ring he still talks shit and looks past you as a threat, it's time to show him it wasn't a fluke by knocking off Marf and letting Cashe know it's far from over when you come for him again.

Bam picks up the second plate of spoiled milk and mayonnaise and aims it.

BM: Oh how much I want to cave your stupid face in but I got other business to attend to but I'll be seeing you soon bum!

Bam snatches the plate and it splatters everywhere after impact.


CMB: Good shot sir, now for the final target I whipped up something special, pig intestines and dish heads blended into one, let's see what you can do.

Charles puts a picture of Marg up now on the target sheet.

CB: This man here is looking to turn you back into a joke, he is looking to show everyone that your win at Bad Medicine doesn't mean anything and that his loss was nothing. to him, you are nothing but a rebound for him to get back on track, and just like Chaos I can guarantee Marf thinks the same way about you.

Charles pauses.

CB: After all the talking you did on Twitter everyone is going to be watching to see if you can continue your streak or prove them right that it was just a lucky win and you can't do it again as the competition gets tougher, use this silly match as a way to send a message as the year comes to an end that a new Bam Miller is here and every single person should be clutching their pearls.

Bam throws the last plate of disgust and nails the picture of Marf perfectly.

BM: Marf about to find out he's bit off more than he chew!

Bam Miller looks at the picture of Marf with confidence as the food drips down the face of Marf and the scene goes dark.