During a brisk dusk on the streets of Tel-Aviv, we see two young teenagers walking back from the latest show. Both wearing Damone family shirts. The Damones were over in Israel as the locals always had a soft spot for families. Many to this day credit the Damone family for opening up the Holy Land for wrestling like their predecessors in the area, the Von Erichs, with XCW being the modern day World Class only playing second fiddle to the Fed in the region. Suddenly a series of rocks come flying towards the barely post-Mitzvahed teens sending them rushing towards their homes. See, the Damones were over in the motherland until an alleged tweet by a member of the family. During a time of crisis, Israeli social media buzzed with a screenshot of a tweet by Zarel Damone suggesting that Israel was targeting civilians. Prime Minister Bibi decried the entire Damone family despite no links of any sort having ever been presented. Across the message boards, there's still debate as to whether the tweet was actually even sent. Many suggest the honorable head of the Israeli state Prime Minister Netanyahu was behind the dubious screenshot in an attempt to subdue the rising popularity of the legendary wrestling family. Regardless, the Damones were no longer welcome in the glorious country with die hard fans. They were however welcome in many of the surrounding countries. There's no Cagematch listings for any of the sympathetic countries nearby but one has to question just how they got Walton levels of rich. Bibi outlawed wrestling and the country went dark. No one could get spot shows let alone syndication. The times were sad for the chosen people, but things were looking up.

A young upstart with the rocket strapped to his back was making waves and capturing audiences. The up and comer quickly slid into the main event scene in a hot company called X2W. The growing indy was lead by Killa-mo, the Onita or Ian Rotten of his day. A true deathmatch legend, -mo also had ties to the Israeli military thanks to his Krav Maga training. Killa had parlayed a meeting with Prime Minister Bibi to become the first program airing in Israel for the last however many years. Dr. -mo had a brain for business rivaled only by the founder of the Marauders and knew a hot market starved for wrestling. Bringing the star and face of the company with him to the meeting, the duo had no chance of slipping up. Israel was opened up once again and the X2W World Champion quickly became the hero the Hebrew people needed at this time. Quickly rising up the ladder of stardom and appearing on the covers of Al-Madina and Maariv. This time the star embraced the leader of his most rabid following, squeezing into his inner circle and was rewarded with praise and continuous fandom. Israel was a great boost but the high flying powerhouse needed to make it big state side. Man did he. Everyone wanted this guy. He could fit in any roster. Soon he was picked off X2W and trying his hand at the big leagues after a call from a friend. He couldn't do the dates for his biggest fans anymore but he was living his dream on the big stage with a big push. Nothing can last forever. The rocket slipped off and reality came crashing for the disgruntled hero. His novelty wore off. The joke wasn't funny anymore.

Knowing there was nothing left for him domestically, the former high level indy world champion went back to a place that took him as he came. The motherland. -mo had gone under with company, he was a** up working cheap shows for handshakes again, but the country had kept wrestling open. A headliner everywhere he went, the crowd would roar his name. The adulation was what he craved and it was all there in the small arena shows the new territory mustered up. Initially a small regional outfit, with the addition of our protagonist they were able to expand their shows making it the largest Hebrew-centric wrestling promotion in the world. Working a show in Tel-Aviv, he was slipped an envelope by a mysterious gentleman with an eyepatch, fedora, trench coat, and Sam Elliot mustache. Bald too. Inside the envelope was a letter requesting his assistance in the company of his biggest failure. Said they needed Israel and a bigger share of the market in New York. Lotta money on the line. After his experience with the wise leader of Israel, learning under his wing, hearing his advisors, the hero knew he could answer the call as more than a pun on the wrestling industry. He quickly left the arena and began to head home to pack and catch the redeye. Pulling the old no notice. An old school veteran move he learned in the locker room from master gamesman Jason Byers. Along the way our hero notices rocks being flung at kids and slides into action. Catching up with the two, the people's crusader of justice leaps and lands a flying split kick to both kids' faces. The crowd chasing the kids pop seeing their favorite wrestler apprehend the villainous teens. Waving his thanks to the mob as he lets them close in, the hero goes home. Vaseline Man is slipping, sliding, and sliming into WWFG.