The Flynn Fletcher family arrives at the mall and the step brothers meet up with the others.

"So, are you ready guys?" Phineas asks as he grabs a curtain. Everyone nods or gives a thumbs up. "Let's change the world of Pro Wrestling guys." He pulls away the current and the huge crowd erupts as it comes down.

"Wow." Buford says in disbelief.

"Thank you everyone for coming. If you are a singles wrestler follow me and Isabella, if you want to be a manager or valla, follow Ferb. Tag teams follow Buford and Baljeet." Everyone splits into different groups.

"I'll get the ladies, Phineas will take care of the guys." Isabella says as they sit at two different tables. A few people that they know sign up, Irving, Jeremy, the whole lot of the fireside girls. Some they have met before, like Milo and his friends. However there are others they have never met.

"Hello good sir. My name is Rico Hernández, I was born in San Antonio Texas."

"Nice to meet you Rico, I'm Phineas. Do you have a ring name?"

"Yes, in the ring I shall be known as Blackjack, like the card game."

"Alright, and you're good, head on over to the ring. Next." Next was a big guy, about six foot, but still big. "What's your name?"

"Bray Swanson from New York City. Gotta question?"

"Okay, shoot."

"If y'all sign me, can I do something like the three faces of Foley, Mick is my favorite wrestler."

"Sure, what did you got cooking?"

"You'll see."

"Can't wait. Go on ahead." After some time, everyone is doing work, either with promos or in the ring learning the ropes, literally. One of the guys had a piece of paper in his hand and looked to be struggling.

"The words are right there, I've done good in promo classes back home." He says, shaking his head as another guy walks up, and looks just like him.

"Maybe you just need work on the mic." Isabella says as Phineas takes the paper.

"Yeah Josh, maybe we can get you someone to do the talking for you while you work on it."

"Hold on, he isn't great when he's heavily scripted. Give my brother another chance, give him bullet points and he'll kill it." His twin pleads.

"Sure, okay Josh let's see. Give us your ring name, something about your gimmick, and why you want to be here." Josh takes a deep breath and his face goes from calm to furious.

"I am Saint Gregory, the violent saint of the disciples of Straight Edge. I am the man who sends those bastards who dare not repent their sins of abusing drugs and alcohol to whatever fuckingprophet they want to think is real. My addiction made me who I am, and that is a Professional FUCKING Wrestler." He cuts a good promo with intensity.

"That was great." Phineas says excitedly.

"But Phineas, the language." Isabella says. "It was delivered well, but even with a PG-13 rating, we can't have someone dropping f-bombs."

"True, but it's a lot better than having to work from scratch. Jake, can you act as the team's mouthpiece?"

"Sure, want me to cut one?" Jake asks as Phineas hands him a mic that's off.

"Be our guest." Phineas walks back over to the table and sits down.

"One thing, would you be cool if I took a shot at your mom?"

"Oh, going full heel on us, haven't had that yet. Go for it." Phineas gives a thumbs up, and Jake nods. That's when Isabella sees Linda in the small crowd looking around, but Phineas didn't notice.

"Uh Phineas, that might not…"

"Quiet, I'm the one talking. See, that's the problem. Nobody respects me, and I have at least earned that. Everyone respects the champ cause he worked so gosh darn hard. I've worked my tail off day after day. But then I remember why, my hero is, let's call him Phil. You see, Phil preached the same thing I do. Through hard work, determination, and of course, being drug free, alcohol free, and tobacco free, you can at least earn the respect of your peers, and hell, you might even become a champion. You see I figured it out, I had a real role model to look up to, unlike this city's famous one hit wonder, Lindana. How does the song go? She's Lindana and she wants to have fun? See, when I think of fun, I think of getting done with a great match, cracking open a cold can of Coke, and maybe playing some video games. Miss one hit wonder, she also enjoys coke, but it's more of the powder variety, that's why all her records were white."

"Excuse me?" Linda shouts as she storms to the young wrestling hopeful.

"Oh no." Isabella facepalms as Phineas jumps up and runs over to calm his mother.

"Just who do you think you are, you punk?"

"I'd call myself a Rebel."

"Woah mom, calm down, it's just a work, right?" Jake gives a thumbs up. "See, he didn't mean any harm." Phineas looks around and people look upset with what the man had said.

"I'll be in the car." She storms off as the gang gathers together.

"Heck of a shoot though." Buford says.

"Anyways, how is everything else going?" Isabella asked.

"Got some interesting people who are excited to be a part of this." Baljeet hands Phineas a slip of paper with signatures.

"Looks like we have ourselves a wrestling promotion guys. Let's get to planning the first show." They all walked over to Slushy Dog, all that was left was to get everything ready for their first show.