[Sportsguy]

OOWF World Heavyweight Championship Match
Matt Folz (C) vs Beverly Cambridge

Steel Cage Match
Sebastian Davis vs Jack Bullet

Los Defenstrators vs Clan Quinn

Mac Flasher vs Zed

Stacy Kirkland vs Kieran Bourne

Best of 7 (Frenemies lead 3-1)
Frenemies vs The Darlings

Banned From Everywhere and Shizuru vs Bishop Blaize, Akiru Tornado and Layne Cobain

Card subject to a week of Stan Fulton and Matt Folz talking football.

[moose]

<Moose walks out of the Destroyitarium with a bag slung over his shoulder and grabs a bottle of Trust Me. He leaves the arena and heads to the parking lot, throws the bag in the passenger seat and climbs in and guns the engine and tears out of the lot. Through the power of INC's we see the car tear down a lonely two lane road and occasionally see Moose drinking Trust Me while blaring Helloween. Moose barely slows down, then veers off the road onto a dirt road. As the sunlight begins to fade, he flies down the road, then takes another turn and finally slows down a bit, then pulls off in a pull out spot where one other vehicle is parked. Moose gets out of the car, slings his bag over his shoulder and finishes Trust Me and tosses it in the trunk. Jack heads up a path and after a few minutes gets to a small cabin. As he heads up the steps the door opens and there stands LD Williams with a cold beer>

MHJ: Goddamn Billy Dee, you weren't kidding about the middle of fucking nowhere

LDW: I told you

<Moose walks in and we get a brief tour of the small, but well furnished cabin. There are no signs that LD was ever a professional wrestler. They get to the back of the cabin and step out onto the porch, and we have an incredible view of a pristine Canadian lake as the sun is going down>

MHJ: Holy shit

LDW: Yep, makes everything I went through in the ring all worth it. So......how's it going Jack?

MHJ: <sighing and sitting down heavily on one of the rocking chairs> Not good Billy Dee, not good.

<The two sit in silence and drink their beer and watch the sun set and we fade to black>

[Fire-Babe]

Meanwhile, Firewoman has apparently dragged the two Defenestratores stand ins, also known somewhat ironically as Murder, Inc., back to the Destroyitarium. She breaks chairs, barstools, a television monitor (again), and whatever else she can find over them, but in between the blows, is the... um, I guess interrogation?

FW: WHERE ARE THEY?

Johnny Icepick: *weakly* I....don't know......

Joey Kielbasa: *also weakly* they just.... told us to..... stand.... and....

JI: We're supposed to get $50 each...NOOOOoooooo....

Firewoman continues throwing of things at them. Some of them hit. Some don't. Lucky leans calmly against the wall, doing an inventory of what needs to be replaced.

FW: You will tell me NOW......WHO ARE THEY?

JK: We don't know!

JI: We swear! They just kept their masks on the whole time we were negotiating!

JK: Please....let us go.....don't--

More violence ensues. Stacy Kirkland arrives from the arena and even SHE is taken aback by the scene. She carefully walks over next to Lucky, trying to remain unseen.

SK: You gonna let this go on?

Lucky merely shrugs. Firewoman apparently wears herself out and looks down on the bruised and bloody bodies at her feet, sweat dripping off her forehead onto them. Without looking up--

FW: STACY!

Stacy jumps a bit, not realizing Fire knew she was there.

SK: OH, um...yeah?

FW: Where's Moose?

SK: Um...I dunno...I thought he'd be with you.

FW: Pfft....yeah, right...Drag these two to medical... or don't....whatever....

Fire stalks off towards her room and slams the door. Murder, Inc moans a bit, but not much.

SK: Um...

L: I'll take care of it.

Lucky goes over to the two men.

JK: Lucky.....I always knew you were one of the good ones....

Lucky calmly and dispassionately grabs Kielbasa by the hair, drags him across the floor and deposits him outside in the hallway. He goes back to Icepick, who weakly pleads with him to be easy on him, and does the saem thing.
He closes the door and walks over to his cell phone.

L: Yeah.....housekeeping? There's a big pile of garbage outside the Destroyitarium. Thanks.....

Lucky hangs up as Stacy looks it him with a mix of horror and admiration.

SK: That's.....cold. I had no idea you were so--

L: There's a lot you don't know about me...*into the phone*...hey, Stan....yeah, I got another list for you........

Lucky's voice trails off as he walks to his office? Does he have an office? Who knows...

FADE

[Leo]

Sebastian Davis has his way blocked in the Hallway of Random Encounters by Bullet Machine.

BM: Sebastian Davis, no cage shall hold my fury when I face you on the next Mayhem.

SD: I'm booked against Jack Bullet, not Bullet Machine.

BM: Shit!

SD: You're really bad at this.

Bullet Machine exits down a side hall. He appears a few moments later behind Davis as Jack Bullet.

JB: Sebastian Davis! No cage will hold my fury against you Wednesday on Mayhem.

SB: Look, you senile old man. You're simply the current roadblock dropped in my path to the World Title.

JB: Which you've had how many chances at now?

Davis doesn't say anything, but does growls loudly and charges at Bullet. He spears him in the midsection and they go to the floor. Fists and feet fly. Production personnel appear and separate the two. Davis points a finger as he's pulled back.

SD: Jack Bullet when this Hurricane hits land its going to blow you to bits all over that steel cage.

JB: Oh, you should get a mask and be the Hurricane.

SD: That gimmick's been done you stupid fuckwad!

Davis charges forward, loses those holding him back and jumps into the air to hit a sucker Superman punch on Jack Bullet. He goes down as does everyone holding him back. Davis stands over them all until he dragged off by the other people in the hallway.

SD: You're first, Jack Bullet. Matt Folz is next and then nothing will be able to stop me. Guar-An-Teed.

FADE

[Leo]

Stacy Kirkland stands in front of an OOWF banner with Sexy Female Journalist 3.14. Junior Hale is on the floor wearing a dog collar connected to a leash Kirkland is holding. She acts like he's not there.

SK: Who am I facing this week, Kieran Bourne? He's been around less than I have and has a lot less to show for it. The Intercontinental Champion should have better competition than that.

Pi: This isn't for the IC title.

SK: Good, because I don't see a (c) after my name. Regardless, Bourne doesn't deserve to be in the ring with me. He can't carry my jockstrap.

Pi: Do you wear a jockstrap?

JH: During special times.

Kirkland pulls the leash and Hale whimpers.

SK: I'm the sexiest bitch and baddest bitch in OOWF past, present and future. When this title comes off from around my waist is when the doors shut on this place for good. And if Bourne thinks this is going to be some sort of Cinderella story where he gets a win over me and that leads to his big title shot, sorry about your damn luck. You're already a pumpkin, pal.

Kirkland walks off, but absent mindedly leaves Hale there. Pi looks down at him. Hale jumps up and grabs the microphone.

JH: Kieran Bourne, you don't deserve to sniff Stacy's panties and they smell so wonderful, let me tell you. She uses liquid Snuggle.

Kirkland comes back and looks menacingly at Hale. He looks scared and drops to the floor. Stacy grabs the leash and drags him off with a new smile on his face.

Pi: Am I the only one around here who thinks that's weird?

Cameraman (off screen): Oh, you weren't here for the really weird stuff with Firewoman. This is "Leave it to Beaver."

FADE.

[Road Warrior Shark]

~~~ We see Sebastian Davis standing alone in front of the OOWF Interview Banner, pacing back and foth while swinging the Clangy Pole around aimlessly ~~~

Sebastian: You know, some people might say Matt Folz is scared. Some people might say Jack Bullet is noting but a washed up version of a second rate has-been. Some people might say Beverly Cambridge must have compromising pictures of the general manager to be put on the pedestal she keeps getting put on.

Well, some people Might say it. But I Will say it.

Matt Folz is running scared. He's done everything he can to keep himself away from me one-on-one. You're running out of time Matty boy, you're running out of time.
Jack Bullet is a soul-less, used-up sack of bones that was never as good as he wants you to believe. There's a reason someone like him made it to the OOWF in the twilight of his career; as opposed to someone like me, who hasn't even hit his prime yet.
Then there is Beverly Cambridge, I don't know what kind of magical spell she seems to hold over our GM's, but I haven't seen Any reason that Danny Taylor at first, and now Victor Dinero, keep putting her in these top spots.
And now Mac Flasher wants to poke his nose around my business? Did he forget how I made him look like a fool for months on end earlier this year? Does he really think reminding me he is still breathing is a good idea? Because I'll be happy to beat the fuck out of him some more.

So yeah, I'm pissed. I had yet another title shot ripped out from under me. I'm mad I had the winner's purse taken from my pockets yet again. Someone is going to pay the price, and that starts this week.

I'm taking that list of supposed title contenders and paring it down. Jack Bullet, you bring your shriveled up carcass to Middle-Of-Nowhereville, MinnesotaDonchaknow and take the ass kicking you have earned. Once I have bloodied you to my satisfaction, you can mosey back to the old folks home you came from. Enjoy your impending retirement.

~~~ Davis reaches out and knocks the INC to the ground, and we get a sideways view of his boots as he walks away ~~~

[Sportsguy]

We fade in to the Thunderbird Lodge in International Falls and see Beverly Cambridge finishing her meal. She asks the waiter for her check.

Waiter: It's already been taken care of ma'am.

Beverly: By whom?

Waiter: The couple over in the corner.

The waiter walks off. Beverly looks over and sees OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Matt Folz and his lovely wife Jaime. Matt holds up his Coke and nods. Beverly walks over and joins them.

Beverly: Trying to soften me up?

Matt: You're insulting both you and I by asking that question.

Beverly: Then why?

Jaime: Just doing something nice.

Beverly: The 3 of us aren't friends.

Matt: No... but we aren't enemies either.

Beverly (Laughing): Have you looked at the card this week?

Matt: I have. We're OPPONENTS this week, not necessarily enemies. The two aren't mutually exclusive. Other than you trying to take my Championship, I have no problems with you.

Beverly: I don't have a problem with you either, but that doesn't mean I'm going to take it easy on you.

Matt: I'd be pissed off if you did. I want to defend this belt against the best at their best. I don't want it any other way. IF you beat me, I'll shake your hand. The problem is, you're not going to beat me.

Beverly: Is that a fact?

Matt: It is. Like I said, we're not enemies but we're not friends either. To take this Championship off me you're going to have to literally try and kill me. I'm not going to hold back, you're not either and if that's the case then yes I do believe that I'm better than you. Nothing personal, you're a great wrestler but I honestly believe I'm better than anyone in this company. But I do wish you luck...

Matt holds out his hand and Beverly shakes it.

Beverly: I wish you the same.

Matt nods and Beverly walks away. Matt pays for lunch and then laughs as he sees a text on his phone. He's laughing and shaking his head as he replies.

Jaime: What?

Matt shows Jaime the text. Jaime rolls her eyes.

Jaime: Oh lord.... just don't stay out too late.

Matt winks as we......FADE

[Sportsguy]

We fade back in and now see that Matt is at a small house in Duluth. The camera pans over and sees him in conversation with the other half of the longest reigning tag team champions in OOWF history Stan Fulton.

Stan: So we've read two pro football preview magazines. Where did each of them pick the Packers to finish in the division?

Matt: Last.

Stan: Sorry, could you say that again?

Matt: Sure, I'll say it louder and clearer: FUCK YOU.

Stan laughs.

Matt: I'm more pissed about the Bucks dealing Brogden. Letting a 50/40/90 guy and a great defender go for a pick that's going to be in the 25-27 range and two second rounders? I understand the luxury tax but what the fuck is the point of being a billionaire and an NBA owner if you're going to just cheap out?

Stan: Dude, I'm a Timberwolves fan. I have the opposite problem: Have you heard of Andrew Wiggins and the 800 years and 975 billion dollars left on his contract?

Matt: Yeah, but if the D'Angelo Russell rumors are true, I like the combination of him and KAT. Anyway, not that I'm not happy to see you, but we could have ragged on each other's teams over the phone. Why did I drive 3 hours each way to be here?

Stan: Because I'm worried about you.

Matt: Worried about ME? I know you're retired but in case you haven't noticed, I'm the World Fucking Champion and no contender has yet come close to ending that.

Stan: Except one. And you bought her lunch today, when in the hell have you ever done that?

Matt (Rolling eyes): Not every feud has to be a blood feud. I'm better than her, I'm going to beat her, but I do respect what she can do in that ring. Doesn't mean I'm going soft.

Stan: And what about Davis?

Matt: What about him?

Stan: Why is he still breathing? Hell he called you out again today, you've given him way too much leeway.

Matt: You and I are both football fans right?

Stan: What does that have to do with anything?

Matt: The week leading up to Superbowl 13: Hollywood Henderson "Terry Bradshaw couldn't spell Cat if you

Stan: "Spotted him the C and the A." Of course I know the quote, one of the most famous sports quotes of all time.

Matt: And also accurate. That dumbass motherfucker is why I haven't watched Fox pregame, halftime or postgame in 10 years now. but that's beside the point...

Stan: So you're using that quote to describe Davis?

Matt: I could, but I think there's another quote that's more accurate. You remember Chuck Noll's response?

Stan (Nodding, smiling): Ahhh, now I see where you're going with this. "Empty barrels make the most noise."

Matt: Exactly. He's ALL fucking talk with nothing to back it up. Why waste time or energy going after him when he's no threat? Let him talk, it's all he's good at.

Stan: I get it.

Matt checks his watch.

Matt: Getting late, I should probably start heading back.

Stan: Welcome to stay on the couch and head back in the morning if you want.

Matt: Let's see....... spend the night with you or with a drop dead gorgeous leggy blonde? Sorry buddy, you're outclassed on that one.

Stan: You mean she hasn't wised up and left you yet?

Matt (laughing): Not yet. I don't understand why myself.

The former tag champs share a Manly Hug of Mutual Respect.

Matt: Seriously, hell of a place you have here Stan. Small but not too small, quiet, peaceful... just the type of place Jaime and I want to retire to someday. Just not in a worthless frozen wasteland. (Smiling)

Stan (Smiling right back): So you weren't planning on retiring to Green Bay then?

Matt: Dick.

Stan: Take care of yourself Matt. And tell Jaime I say hi.

Matt: I will, take care of yourself Partner.

FADE

[Jack Quinn]

<we see Stan Fulton sitting in his zen garden, legs crossed his hands resting on his knees and his eyes closed, deep in meditation. After a few moments of this, Stan tilts his head up slightly and speaks>

SF: Behold the pale horse. The man who sat on him was death

MHJ: and Hell followed with him.

<Crush smiles and gets to his feet and he and Moose share a manly hug of manly manliness>

SF: You know, that line would work a whole lot better if you would get a new car

MHJ: White is for the good guys

<the two share a laugh and Fulton slaps Moose on the shoulder>

SF: So, how’s it goin?

MHJ: <sitting on a bench in the garden and sighing> Something’s not right. I stopped by LD’s place up in the woods, thought that would change things, but something’s not right.

SF: You know what it is?

MHJ: No, I just said….

SF: You’ve lost your hate. Captain Hook needs a new adversary

MHJ: <looking up> I think you’ve been in the sun too long

SF: Jack, you are a man consumed by hate, it’s the damndest thing I’ve ever seen, and it can’t be healthy, but you use it to motivate you. You’re two greatest adversaries are gone.

MHJ: there are lots of people I hate

SF: No, right now there are a lot of people who annoy you. Your feud with Alex is over, he was your source of hate. He was that release valve, whenever things got to you, you knew a match with Alex was what you needed. He was one of your two outlets.

MHJ: And the other?

SF: Your sister.

MHJ: I don’t hate Fire

SF: No, but it’s where that hatred can go. I’ve seen the matches with you two, again, I do not understand either of you, you love to hate and hate to love.

MHJ: You know Fire will disagree with that

SF: Of course she will. She’s an ally now. So that’s another outlet that is gone. You have nowhere to channel that hate. This thing with Eco? This is more Fire’s fight and you know it.

<Moose sighs and slumps in the bench some>

MHJ: This is annoying

<there is a long pause between them>

SF: You asked Mac the important question the other week. What did he want? Well, Jack, the same goes for you, what do YOU want?

MHJ: <sighing again> I don’t know……..I thought this team with Fire was what I wanted, and don’t get me wrong, it is great being out there with her kicking the shit out of everyone, but something is missing

SF: Only you can figure that out. Just keep asking yourself what YOU want, what would make things right. It will come.

<Moose gets up and slaps Fulton on the back. They head into the house and we fade>

[Fire-Babe]

Jaime comes into the Destroyitarium, and sees Fire and Stacy getting ready to leave.

JF: HEeeeeeey....where you goin'?

FW: Um....out.

SK: Yeah, out.

JF: I KNOW where you going. Can I come?

Stacy and Fire look at each other.

JF: Matt went to hang out with Stan for some football stuff or something...I'm bored, I've been practicing....

FW: Give us a minute.....

Stacy nods and goes into the hallway.

FW: Look, Jaymz....

JF: Don't start that. You said--

FW: I know and we can still totally do that but--

JF: But now you have Stacy Two Belt or whatever to go beat up stupid amateurs for money, to be your Alexis replacement.

FW: No one is my Alexis replacement. I just...I'm in a weird place right now, and I won't be able to watch out for you.

JF: I don't NEED you to watch out for me. I'm ready.

FW: ....YOU are ready when I say you are, and when I'm sure that your husband won't try to kill me.

JF: He WON'T!! It'll be FINE, I'll stay out of trouble, I just don't want to sit around here watching Netflix by myself.

FW: ...

JF: I mean, I LOVE that Matt has friends and I want him to spend time with them. I just want to have something to do.

FW: .....

JF: And if you go, I'll just follow you.

FW: ....FINE.....c'mon.

Fire and Jaime meet Stacy in the hallway.

SK: What's this? I thought we were going to go kick some ass?

FW: We will. We are....I'll explain the ground rules on the way. Let's go before they find another warehouse.

FADE

[moose]

<Moose pulls into the arena at International Falls after his visit with Stan. He stops the car in the gravel lot and sits there for a moment, but doesn't get out of the car. After a few minutes, Moose guns the car and tears out of the lot. From the magic of the INC, we see that time has passed and Moose is sitting in the seediest hotel in International Falls. He is sitting in a darkened room save for an old television, Jack is sitting in front of the television in a worn out chair that has seen far better days. Moose downs a drink and tosses the bottle aside and opens a fresh one. Moose reaches into his pocket and pulls out some of Bing Bong's Mind Eraser. Jack rolls it up and takes a couple of hard hits then leans his head back in his chair and closes his eyes. A moment later he opens them and we see a small boy sitting on the corner of the bed looking at him>

MHJ: Patrick

<Patrick doesn't say anything, but he slowly nods>

MHJ: Am I losing it brother?

<Patrick stands up and heads to the door, he stands there for a moment, then motions for Moose to follow. Moose slowly gets out of his chair and walks to the door, Patrick opens it and Moose steps into the night, which quickly turns to a desert. Moose turns around and looks for Patrick, but he is gone. Jack shrugs and walks for a bit, then stops>

Male Voice - You are on a quest for knowledge.

MHJ: Who said that?

MV: Fear not, Moose. I am your spirit guide. You are on a quest for knowledge. There is a lesson you must learn.

MHJ: If it's about laying off Bing Bong's Insanity Weed, I'm way ahead of ya.

MV: No. I speak of a deeper wisdom. The problem, Moose, is that the mind is always chattering away... with a thousand thoughts at once.

MHJ: Yeah, Lunatic is an asshole

MV: Clarity is the path to inner peace.

MHJ: Yeah, that's what Stan said too.

MV: Then what are you waiting for?

MHJ: Has anyone told you you sound like Johnny Cash?

MV: Yes.......I've been told that

<Moose stops and stares into the distance as his hair blows in the wind>

MHJ: And you can have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down, I will make you hurt

<there is a long silence>

MV: The inner peace will take away the hurt

MHJ: We'll see about that.

<Moose continues walking, as he climbs a sand dune and starts down the other side, he sees a man standing with his arms outstretched, eyes closed seemingly lost in a trance as Moose gets close to him from behind, the man starts speaking>

Man:

The wrestler awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a mask from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall

He went into the room where his sister lived, and, then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door, and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother, I want to........

<before he can finish, there is a loud scream. Moose walks around to face the man and we see it is a faceless scarecrow. Moose nudges him with his boot, and he slowly looks up with dead eyes and stares at Moose>

S: Help me down and I will take you to see someone.

MHJ: Haven't we already done a Wizard of Oz parody?

<the Scarecrow laughs maniacally and smoke starts to billow from under his clothing. Moose inhales deeply, then starts to choke. Everything goes black for a moment, and when Moose opens his eyes again and........

in a small room in the back, Moosehead Jack, Grunt, LJ Bennett, Ecosystem and LI are all in the room. Eco and LI are huddled together talking, LJB is counting stacks of money, Grunt is in another corner tightly taping his fists, punching the walls and muttering about destroying everyone. The camera focuses on MHJ.)

The Establishment.
Interesting.

I’m not one for making friends. Hell, most of the time you can’t trust anyone except for yourself, especially in this business. In this business there is no such thing as friendship. Sure you might have a tag partner, someone to watch your back. A partner that you trust, you trust him because he is your best friend, your compatriot, your buddy. You trust him with your life, with your career. And he would never, ever do anything to break that sacred bond, to hurt you, to ruin years of friendship, right?

Wrong.

See, in this business, greed is rewarded. Greed and ambition drive men to do all they can to get ahead, to grab the glory, to shine in the spotlight. Its always in the back of your head, your next match could be your last <smirk> especially with me and Grunt around. With that in mind, you start to think, you think about your career, you think about your partner, and things start to change, something inside you changes. That little voice in your head tells you that you have a real shot at glory, but your partner is holding you back, he is the one keeping you from being the best. So it starts to fester, you begin to resent the man you once called your best friend, your desire for individual glory is greater than your desire for a friend. So you plot, you scheme, you wait, you wait for your chance to strike, you wait for that one opportunity to rid yourself of that albatross around your neck. Then it is all over, you are on your own, your former friend, companion, running buddy is left, and unrecognizable bloody mess, lying helplessly in the middle of the ring. You are on your own, your fate is sealed.

But I don’t have to tell you that Corax do I? You know exactly what I mean.

<Moose stands in the shadows for a moment, then walks up to LJ Bennett, Bennett walks right through him>

Voice: They can't see you

<Moose turns and looks and sees Danny Taylor standing there>

MHJ: You can talk!

DT: Can I?

<we hear his voice, but his mouth doesn't move>

MHJ: So, we're doing the Ghost of Christmas Past again?

DT: <again, mouth not moving> What do YOU want Jack?

MHJ: I don't know

DT: Follow me

<they walk through the hallways of a nameless arena and we pass by Moose committing countless atrocities. Attacking Crete, Alex, Stank, everyone he has ever feuded with. They turn and head down the Stairwell of Horrible Violence and we see it is covered with blood, as we get to the bottom, a macabre sight awaits, numerous people are hanging there, the most recent being Sebastian Davis. Danny leads Moose past all of that into the boiler room. Moose turns to look at Danny, but he is gone, when Moose turns back around, he is in a graveyard under a steel grey sky. We see three tombstones, Sean Quinn, Rose Quinn and Patrick Quinn. There are two more graves, one for Fire and one for Moose. Moose's grave is freshly dug. Jack steps closer and kneels next to the grave and tries to wipe the dirt from the headstone to see the date, but it won't come clean. Moose sits down and looks around at the other graves and realizes they are all people he knew. LD Williams, Stank, Alexander Darling, Attitude Adjuster, Concrete TG, UnderDawg, everyone from the OOWF. Moose stands and looks around, and suddenly he sees his sisters grave is now freshly dug. He looks across the graveyard where a procession is carrying a casket toward him. Jack staps back, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. Father Lou leads the procession while six masked men carry the casket. They get to the grave and lower it down. Father Lou says a few words:>

FL: Oh Lord, bless this child unto heaven, forgive her sins. May she finally find the peace in death that she never found in life.

<Father Lou tosses a few handfuls of dirt into the grave, then the masked men all grab shovels and fill it in. They turn and walk away as it starts to rain. Moose stands over the grave>

MHJ: Lees......I don't.........

Voice: She can't hear you

MHJ: <turning around, clearly annoyed> Well no fucking shi.........

<Moose stops when he sees who is standing there, it's Alexander Darling wearing a robe with a hood covering most of his face>

MHJ: But you're.........

<Moose looks over at Darling's grave, it is freshly disturbed>

AD: You killed us all Jack

MHJ: What are you talking about?

AD: The OOWF could have been a lot of things, Moose, we had the best wrestlers in the world, by far. We could have put on wrestling clinics every single night of the year, we could have moved the sport forward, we could have transcended what wrestling had been, and taken it to something new, an art form.

MHJ: But we did......

AD: <stepping toward Moose and lowering the hood revealing his face, which is covered in blood.> We could have been wrestlers Jack, but you wouldn't allow that, would you? No. Every match was a death match. Every feud was a feud to the death. Wrestling took a back seat to pure barbarism. You weren't happy until there was gore.

MHJ: So?

AD: So? So the fans ate it up.

MHJ: the fans are not my problem

AD: Oh, but they are Jackie, they are. They ate up the violence, the problem was, they wanted that violence committed against you. They wanted you to bleed, they wanted you to suffer, they wanted you to pay. So what did we do? We fell in line. We came after you and tried to do to you what you did to everyone else. The more we hurt you, the more we got hurt, the more they cheered, the more they wanted to see. It wasn't wrestling, it was a blood sport. And since you are an insufferable prick who refuses to go away, your bullshit infected everyone in the OOWF. You destroyed Concrete TG. You tried to kill my sister and I. You tried to maim your own flesh and blood. Even the people you call family, Folz, Fulton, LD, Stank.......you tried to kill them all, and in return, they tried to kill you, sacrificing their bodies just to eliminate you. Look around you Jackie, this is all your doing.

MHJ: <snarling> You can't put this on me! What about Fire? ........what happened to her?

AD: <stepping closer> you killed her Jack. You killed her when you put her in that insane asylum

MHJ: <lunging toward Alex> YOU SON OF A BITCH!

<Moose takes a swing but Alex disappears and Moose falls to the ground breathing heavily. He slowly gets to his feet and looks around and he is standing on the bridge in Rio that Chloe and Edra fell to their deaths from. Moose looks over the edge of the bridge at the long drop>

Voice: She cared about you

MHJ: <Turning to see Wyatt Cox standing there> what?

WC: She cared about you. And you pushed her away........might as well have pushed her off this bridge. Face it Jack, all you do is take, you use people, then you throw them away like garbage when they no longer matter to you

MHJ: That is NOT true

WC: There is only one way for you to find peace

<Wyatt motions with his head to the side of the bridge, Moose walks up to it and stands on the edge and looks down. He appears to be ready to jump when he shakes his head and starts to turn around, as he does, his eyes go wide and a shot with a baseball bat sends him tumbling over the edge. The camera pans around and we see Fire standing there with a bat. She drops it and looks sad>

FW: I'm sorry Jackie, I had no choice

<Moose is falling through the air, as he is about to hit the water, he wakes up in the chair at the skeezy hotel. Jack is soaked in sweat and completely disoriented. He looks around and kicks over the television and generally destroys the room. When he is done and worn out he stops and slumps to the floor. He looks up again, and once again Patrick is standing there>

P: Now do you know what you want?

MHJ: <breathing heavily> yes

P: Good

<Patrick lets out an ear shattering scream and Moose wakes up sitting in the chair in the skeezy hotel, nothing has been touched. Moose is soaked in sweat. He takes a deep breath, gets up and grabs his bag and leaves the hotel. He throws the bag in his car and tears off into the night, and we fade>

[Sportsguy]

We fade in to see Fire and Stacy having breakfast. Matt Folz walks over and joins them.

Matt: So... my wife got back to our suite at 4:06 am this morning with a big wad of cash in her pocket. The way I see it there are 4 possible scenarios. I think we can eliminate 2 right off the bat: I don't see any of the 3 of you going in for a drug deal. And while she certainly has the body for it, I doubt my wife got up on stage for amateur night at a strip club. Scenario 3 is you guys finding a casino and Jaime winning the money playing all night Texas Hold'em. Now she certainly would do that, but I don't think she'd do it without me. And besides, that's not really either one of your styles is it? So that leaves one option. Seeing as neither one of you or Jaime has a scratch on you, I'm guessing the local competition wasn't the best?

Fire: Not at all.

Stacy: Barely broke a sweat.

Matt nods.

Matt: And Jaime just observed or...

Fire and Stacy exchange looks.

Fire: I won't lie to you Matt.

Matt: I appreciate that.

Fire: At the end of the night, she wanted to try it. It was two drunk off their ass locals, there was absolutely no danger, she was in the ring for MAYBE 20 seconds, not even that.

Matt: Okay.

Fire: Are you pissed off?

Matt: No. I know she was training with you, I trust your judgement when it comes to stuff like this. It's just.... I need you guys to see and hear me when I say this. She is by far the most important person in my life. She means more to me than all the Championships and all the money put together.

Fire: I know.

Stacy: I can definitely tell that.

Matt: Right. Stacy, you weren't around when Carter put her into a coma for a few days. Fire you were and you were very sympathetic even though we were on opposite sides of the aisle back then, and I never will forget that. But I can't and I won't go through something like that again. So I'm not banning her from competing, I'm not controlling her movements, but I'm warning each of you. If either one of you are there and she somehow does get hurt, I'm going to blame you. And there will be repercussions coming your way.

FADE

[snelson66]

FADE in on the Backus Community Center in International Falls MN. The OOWF Security guards notice an unfamiliar person strolling around the back entrance talking to the crew. They walk up to him.

Security Guard #1: “You’re not allowed to be here. This is for OOWF staff and talent. Move along.”

Security Guard #2: “Yeah, tubby. The snack bar’s open. Why don’t you get a jumbo popcorn?”

The two guards chuckle to themselves at the lame rejoinder. They fail to see the man sigh, turn sideways and superkick Guard #1 into next week. Guard #2, having fairly impressive nerves for someone so stupid, attempts to draw his nightstick. The man stands there and waits. The guard, nightstick drawn, advances and whips the stick about trying to look cool.

SG#2: “I’m going to enjoy kicking your ass, tubby.”

The guard takes a wild swing, obviously only hired for the muscle between his ears, and the man sidesteps it, snapping a quick punch to the guard’s temple and the guard drops like a sack of wet dog crap.

A women steps out of a nearby Kia Telluride and walks over to the man.

Woman: “Done yet, Stan?”

The man, former OOWF World Champion and OOWF Grand Slam and Six-Pack Champion, The Crusher Stan Fulton, answers the woman, CEO and President of Great Lakes Consulting North, LLC, Martha Rodriguez.

SF: “Probably. Make a note to have us buy the contract for OOWF Security from whatever two-bit operation owns it. Then make sure it’s run correctly. I don’t want the crew here to feel unsafe again.”

MR: “Done. I’m supposed to meet Jamie Folz at OOWF Catering. I’ll see you after the show.”

SF: “Have fun. Give Jamie my love.”

Martha nods and walks off to find where OOWF Catering has been set up this week. Fulton walks into the backstage area, greeting more of the crew and some of the PHWF talent who worked the show last night. Somewhere just inside the OOWF Hall of Random Encounters, sponsored by Blue Chew chewables, Fulton comes upon Sebastian Davis.

SD: “Well look who dares to show his face around here. Stan Fulton. Come crawling back looking for a handout, Fulton?”

SF: “Davis, I haven’t wrestled since February 6th of this year, but I could still kick your ass right now if I wanted to. Don’t tempt me. And as for handouts, how’d you like it if I strode into the GM’s office and bought your contract from the OOWF?”

SD: “You wouldn’t.”

SF: “I would. And I could. So shut the fuck up and go about your business. Before I have you working shows in northern Alaska in front of twenty-five cold Inuit Eskimos.”

Davis splutters as Fulton continues down the Hallway to the Destroyitarium. Where he knocks on the door.

13: (from inside) “Who the hell knocks on our door?”

Firewoman: “Delivery people?”

Stacy Kirkland: “I’ll find out who it is.”

Stacy goes to the door and opens it.

FW: “Stan!!”

SF: “Fire. 13.”

13: “What brings you back?”

FW: “You’re looking for Jack.”

SF: “I am. We had a long discussion at my house. He left. I felt I owed him to come here and help if I could.”

13: “He hasn’t been back since seeing you.”

SK: “And he probably has no use for you either.”

Fire bristles a bit at the comment, but Fulton answers before she can.

SF: “Stacy is it? I know we were only on the roster together for a short time, but you can’t hold a candle to my accomplishments, both before being a Saint and during. You’re scary good in the ring, but I’ve already had to put a no-talent loudmouth non-Saint in his place. I’m not in the mood to do the same to a talented Saint too.”

Kirkland keeps the peace and heads to the bar.

SF: “Let Moose know I’ll be here for the show and Martha and I can delay our return if he wants us to.”

FW: “Martha’s here?”

SF: “Yeah, she’s with Jamie. Which reminds me, I have to meet Matt at, of all places, The Chocolate Moose, for lunch.”

FW: “I’ll let Jackie know you’re around.”

SF: “I can be around all the time if you guys need me. Not in the ring, but watching out for our best interests.”

FW: “Thanks, Stan.”

SF: "You're welcome. Say hi to your husband for me. And if he needs some of those chewables the Hallway's sponsored by, I'll buy the first year's worth as another wedding present."

FW: "Not funny, Stan."

Fulton smiles, then heads out of the arena, while Firewoman goes to find Jamie and Martha as we FADE.

[DrMcAwesome]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (#924)
Live! From International Falls, Minnesota
July 3, 2019

Banned From Everywhere and Shizuru-Mune Mangyuniku-Cox vs Bishop Blaize, Akiru Tornado and Layne Cobain
With Bishop Blaize, Akiru Tornada and Layne Cobain already in the ring, “Insane in the Brain” plays and whips the International Falls crowd into a frenzy as Awesome Bill from Dawsonville and Justin Sane emerge from the tunnel atop Drunkey and Drunkette. They pause halfway down the aisle as “Old Town Road” interrupts to bring out the newly wardrobed Shizuru-Mune Mangyuniku-Cox, who nods at Banned From Everywhere before running into the ring and letting out a few Southern-fried yells. Angelo Barros checks all six men before calling for the bell as Shizuru starts for his team with Akiru opening for his squad.

Shizuru ducks a quick clothesline try and turns Akiru around and on the at into a cobra twist that gets 2. Shizuru then pops up, boots Akiru in the gut and ends things quickly with Eastbound and Down (the renamed Psycho Driver). Barros counts 3 as Banned From Everywhere, both in stunned and impressed expressions, politely stop Bishop and Layne from stopping the count.

Your winners (pinfall, 1:04), Banned From Everywhere and Shizuru-Mune Mangyuniku-Cox!

Shizuru stands up and gets hugged by Awesome Bill and congratulated by Justin, who salute the fans as Shizuru lets out a few more Southern-fried yells before the newly minted trio makes its way to the back.

Best of 7 - Match 5: Frenemies vs The Darlings

To be edited in. The Darlings take advantage of a sloppy, distracted Bridget to stay alive in the best-of-7 series, cutting The Frenemies' lead to 3-2.

Stacy Kirkland vs. Kieran Bourne
Bourne makes his entrance to his music. Crowd is still a bit unsure of what to think of him, but they cheer him anyway. Stacy Kirkland comes in with Junior Hale, holding her belt high, to the usual boos and occasional cheers from the Saints fans. They get in the ring and she give the belt to Hale for safe-keeping. He passes it off to the time keeper, calls for the bell, and we’re off. 

Kieran tries to start off with a regular classic shoulder-elbow tie up, but Kirkland is having none of that. She tosses a few elbows his way and drives him back, and it looks like she’s trying to bloody his nose, by the way she’s targeting his face. Kieran eventually gets his senses about him and counters, and now we’re doing the wrestling. Back and forth they go, Bourne is able to trip Kirkland on a rope-run with a toe hold, and gets her into a chinlock.

Hale IMMEDIATELY calls for a release of the hold, arguing that Kirkland’s foot was under the rope. Bourne tries to protest, but they WERE pretty close to the edge, so it’s possible. Back on their feet and back to the wrestling. Some more rope runs and such, and Kirkland lands a beautiful Falling Tower for a 2 count. Both get to their feet. Kirkland starts to run the ropes again but this time Bourne counters early and whips her right into Hale! Hale crumbles like a house of cards, and this distracts Kirkland enough so that Bourne can capitalize on a school girl roll up….one, two, three, four, five… Hale opens one eye, and then shuts it again really quickly.

Head referee Davis Hightower races down but by the time he gets into position for the count, Kirkland has kicked out. The match resumes. Kirkland pummels Bourne with punches and kicks and Bourne gives it right back, turning it into the brawl that both were made for. He whips Kirkland around and sets up a powerbomb into the corner. As he gets her up in the air, Hale rolls towards him and knocks him off balance. Hightower doesn’t buy it as an accident and calls for the DQ.

Your winner (disqualification, 7:37), Kieran Borne.

Stacy, who is apoplectic, retrieves her Intercontinental Championship and pastes Kieran with with it as Hightower gets right in Stacy’s face. Hale steps in between the two, giving Stacy the chance to hit a belt-aided running senton on Kieran’s chest and deliver a few stomps before exiting to a chorus of boos.

Mac Flasher vs. Zed
“Reverend BRICK~! Superstar” brings out The Reverend BRICK~! and Zed. One is all smiles and the other is determined as he walks to the ring. “Legend Has It” interrupts and brings out Mac Flasher, to a deafening amount of boos. He slides under the bottom rope and pops up ready for a Zed attack, but gets none. Rev. BRICK~! commandeers the microphone from ring announcer Mike Elevenbee.

Rev. BRICK~!: “I’m man enough to admit that I’m wrong. And how The God Complex treated Mac Flasher was incorrect. We should have realized that it was Mac, who knew better about Johnstown. We should have known that Mac was the bell cow of The God Complex. So, today … I stand before all of these great fans in International Falls, Minnesota, and I am here to bring Mac Flasher back into the fold of The God Complex. On behalf of everyone in The God Complex, aside from maybe Bridget O’Malley … Mac, we forgive you. And we want to heal you.”

The Rev. BRICK~! then places his hand on Mac’s forehead and starts to tremble while Mac chuckles at the whole thing. He glances over to Zed, who merely shrugs, before removing Rev. BRICK~!’s hand from his forehead and exiting the ring. Davis Hightower rings the bell and makes a 10 count that Mac has no interest in beating as he’s already backstage by 7 and 10 isn’t that far behind 7 …

Your winner (countout, :10), Zed!

Zed shrugs again before getting his hand raised and chuckling at Rev. BRICK~!, who seems disappointed that his conversion attempt of Mac failed.

Los Defenestrators vs. Clan Quinn
This one never makes it to the ring as Clan Quinn is found backstage in a heated brawl with Los Defenestrators, with no clear advantage among any of the four brawlers. Pallets, clangy poles, forklifts and chairs are all in play during the incredibly intense brawl that only ends when Firewoman simultaneously spears El Voltage just as El Ecosistema is tackling Moosehead Jack into a row of plate-glass panes, leaving all four bloodied and on the floor. As OOWF Medical tends to the combatants, they try to deliver blows to whomever is within an arm’s length with nothing landing or creating much damage.

Ladies and gentlemen, the official’s decision is no contest (:00).

Steel Cage Match: Sebastian Davis vs. “Silver Eagle” Jack Bullet
As the cage lowers, Mac Flasher tears into the ring and instigates a brawl with “Silver Eagle” Jack Bullet before Matt Folz rushes in from the ringside seats to throw hands with Sebastian Davis as the cage has stopped halfway down. All of this while Masami Misawa tries to maintain order. Jack is able to dispose of Mac with a particularly brutal Silver Bullet DDT onto the apron while Matt and Sebastian need to be pulled apart all the way at the top of the ramp.

Jack then heads to the outside to bring the fight to Sebastian, pounding him from pillar to post before rolling him inside and reentering the ring. Misawa signals for the cage to finish lowering and calls for the bell as Jack continues with the momentum that he gained from the outside, tossing Sebastian into the cage and grinding his face in the steel before propping him between the ropes and the cage wall and delivering a spear … That misses as Sebastian sidesteps, before stumbling on top of Jack. The two stagger to their feet and begin exchanging blows with Jack’s punches getting cheered while Sebastian’s haymakers getting booed. Jack starts landing a few more and runs Sebastian into the ring post. After stepping back in between the ropes, Jack bashes Sebastian’s head off the top turnbuckle and flips him over the ropes and sits him in the corner. A cannonball try misses as Sebastian slides out of harm’s way, with the Texan booting away at Jack as he tries to shake the cobwebs.

After sufficiently booting Jack down, Sebastian tries to walk out, reaching the ropes closest to the door before Jack pulls him back and into another brawl. This time, Sebastian gains the advantage after a jab to the throat and a few suspicious knees to the torso area. Again, Sebastian tries to escape through the door with the Texan between the ropes and door before Jack crawls over and grabs his ankle, impeding his progress and getting the door closed again. Sebastian boots Jack away, but gets a fist to the groin for his efforts as Misawa sakes her head because it’s all legal in the cage. Sebastian lays on the mat with Jack popping up, a bit worse for wear, but still ready to go. Jack pulls Sebastian up and begins another round of fisticuffs with Jack using some stiff forearms to stagger Sebastian. After that, Jack hits a jawbreaker and a running neckbreaker, putting Sebastian on his back. With Jack closer to the side opposite the door, he begins his climb as Sebastian is slow to come to his senses. Jack climbs up and drapes a leg over the top of the cage as Mac climbs the outside to meet Jack, who is ready with a series of rights and a Talon that causes Mac to lose most of his motor skills as he releases his hold on the cage wall and falls out of Jack’s grip and onto the announce table. Jack peers down at Mac’s spasming body all while Sebastian takes advantage of Jack’s distracted state and crawls out with zero resistance, much to his own surprise until the bell rings and a very "I knew I could do it" smirk washes across his face.

Your winner (escape, 11:56), Sebastian Davis.

Jack, now aware of what has happened, descends the cage wall and begins pummeling Mac through the wreckage of the table. Sebastian staggers over and pulls Jack off Mac and starts to brawl with him as OOWF Medical and officials pour in from the ramp. Mac stands up and delivers a monitor to the side of Jack’s head, toppling Sebastian, too as officials are finally able to separate the men. Sebastian and Mac give each other a nod as the feed shows all three men being held away from each other by a host of yellow shirts.

OOWF World Heavyweight Championship match: Matt Folz vs. Beverly Cambridge
"Cut the Cord" plays and the crowd goes crazy as Beverly Cambridge makes her way to ringside, slapping hands with fans along the way. She gets in the ring and warms up as "Battle Without Honor or Humanity" plays and Matt Folz comes out from behind the curtain. Before Matt can get to the ring, Sebastian Davis comes out and attacks him from behind with a Clangy Pole. Pole shot to Matt's knee takes him down and then several shots to the ribs follow. Sebastian drags Matt over, places his knee on the ring steps and nails it 3 times with the pole. Sebastian picks up Matt's OOWF World Heavyweight Championship which had fallen off during the attack and throws it in the ring, nearly hitting Beverly in the process. Sebastian then rolls Matt into the ring before leaving to a chorus of boos.

Russ: "I'm very sorry folks, I'm not sure we HAVE a main event now."

Matt uses the ropes to pull himself up and motions Beverly to bring it on.

Russ: "Maybe we do after all."

The referee reluctantly calls for the bell and this one is underway. Matt slowly limps to the middle of the ring and locks up with Beverly. Matt with an Irish Whip and a lariat, followed by him dropping an elbow for a one count. Matt tries to follow up with an overhead belly to belly suplex, but he can't get any lift on it and the result is Beverly taking a nasty bump. Matt covers for 2. Matt with another Irish Whip attempt, Beverly reverses. Matt gets 2 steps in and collapses to the ground. Beverly wisely goes after Matt's knee, softening it up before dragging him to the middle of the ring and applying a Figure Four. Matt struggles and barely makes it to the ropes. Beverly breaks clean and as Matt is using the ropes to pull himself up Beverly attempts a big splash in the corner. Matt moves out of the way and Beverly hits her arm hard against the post. Matt immediately locks in an arm bar, looking for the submission but Beverly makes it to the ropes. Matt grits his teeth in pain as he tries to place Beverly on his shoulders for an Angle Slam, but his knee collapses and Beverly lands on top. 1...2....3.

Winner (pinfall, 5:32) and NEW OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Beverly Cambridge.

Matt sits up as a stunned Beverly takes the championship from the official. Matt pulls himself to his feet and grabs Beverly’s shoulder. Instinctively, Beverly turns around and is ready to throw hands, but instead gets a respect hug from Matt, who slides out of ring and pounds the mat in frustration while allowing Beverly her moment.

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