[DrMcAwesome]

OOWF Saturday Slam: Double-Crossover – July 29, 2023
OOWF Arena – Asheville, North Carolina
• Firewoman vs. Chris Jericho

• Jack Quinn and Shokan Dojo vs. Blackpool Combat Club (Jon Moxley, Claudio Castagnoli and Wheeler Yuta)

• Lexie Darling, Lindsay McAllister and Beverly Cambridge vs. The Outcasts (Ruby Soho, Saraya, Toni Storm)

• Zed vs. Orange Cassidy

• Alexander Darling vs. Maxwell Jacob Friedman

• Mac Flasher (with Sandra Fallon) vs. Darby Allin (with Sting)

• Sean Franklin vs. Adam Cole

• The Woodsmen vs. FTR

• Awesome Bill from Dawsonville vs. Jake Hager

• The Frenemies vs. Nyla Rose and Marina Shafir

• Jeff Mangyuniku and a mystery partner vs. The Young Bucks

Card subject to Tony Schiavone trespassing the announce table again 

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene and INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA find SHIZURU=MUNE MANGYUNIKU-COX on the phone with an UNKNOWN PERSON inside the OOWF Junior Executive Office*

SHIZURU-MUNE: “… And while the phone call was ultimately found to be farcical, we had to take every precaution to ensure the safety of our fans, wrestlers, officials and everyone behind the scenes in OOWF by delaying the show for a day. Authorities are investigating the incident, and I can offer no further comment.”

*SHIZURU-MUNE pauses to listen to the UNKNOWN PERSON*

S-M: “So, that’s good. Alright. Just a tiny request, please go through our media liaison next time instead of this direct line.”

*SHIZURU-MUNE pauses again*

S-M: “Oh. Fire gave you my extension. Never mind what I just said then. Do you need anything else? … You’re good? … OK, I need to … Bye.”

*SHIZURU-MUNE disconnects the call as his brother JEFF MANGYUNIKU walks in*

S-M: “Jeff, sibling or not, you still have to check in at the front desk before coming to my office.”

JEFF: “Are Matt and Nick Jackson checking in at the front desk before doing what they’ve done to me over the past few shows?”

S-M: “OK, you have me there.”

JM: “Are you any closer to getting me an acceptable tag-team partner for this match at Double-Crossover?”

S-M: “Jeff, I gave you a list with over 20 names and you rejected almost all of them with zero hesitation.”

JM: “I need a partner who is at or beyond my skill level. A partner I can trust to not fold when The Young Bucks go to every trick in their bag. I cannot go in with one half of The Battling Baristas or Ona Jones against one of the greatest tag-teams to ever exist. With you as the acting GM, I would have thought that you’d have … I don’t know, acted faster with this.”

S-M: “Jeff, I understand your frustrations, but there’s a lot more on my plate than, ‘Find my picky brother a tag partner to face The Young Bucks on two weeks of notice.’”

JM: “What happens if I don’t have a partner on July 29? Am I to just fight those two alone?”

S-M: “We can always reschedule. Tony Khan has already approached our office about making these crossovers a yearly event after July 29.”

JM: “I’m sure Matt and Nick will be very understanding and respectful to my request for more time to find a partner as they drive my head through the mat before simultaneously drilling knees to both of my temples.”

S-M: “Jeff, I see your anger. I get why you’re …”

JM: “You get nothing! You sit in this office all day, pretending that you’re the big cheese executive with Firewoman training to fight Chris Jericho, completely ignoring your obligations to ensure that all of the wrestlers are taken care of as the personnel director that YOU STILL ARE. Your head is so swollen right now that you act like you’re not someone who has known me since my birth, you only see me as a payroll number or some person who will sell more t-shirts.”

S-M: “YOU WOULDN’T LAST ONE HOUR DOING WHAT IS ASKED OF ME IN THIS OFFICE. THIS IS A BUSINESS FIRST AND A WRESTLING COMPANY SECOND!”

JM: “And you couldn’t last one minute in the ring if you could be bothered to put your cellphone in your pocket for more than 15 seconds. Shizuru-Mune, I’m afraid to say this, because you are my brother and you are the reason why I chose this path to join OOWF, but the Sizzlechest Manbeef that took on every challenge with reckless abandon is no longer the Sizzlechest Manbeef sitting at that desk. Prioritizing business over wrestling? You’ve forgotten what it takes to be a wrestler in this company. You’ve forgotten what made you the person that was loved by millions and worshipped by his kid brother in Seattle. I’m sure that you can do great things with a spreadsheet, and not just because you’re Asian-American; but I’m not even sure that you remember how to even throw a punch without falling on your face.”

S-M: “Jeff, with all due respect, that’s not the way to make me want to devote more time to finding your tag partner for July 29.”

JM: “And I’m sure that extra time spent searching will lead you to a happily retired Dr. Dre Gaines or to Nick Fleming, who would be in no way interested.”

S-M: “If you’ve already rejected Dre Gaines in your mind, then I won’t reach out to him.”

JM: “Just find someone or live with the fact you’re letting your brother wrestle by himself against a team that won’t be hesitant or sporting about the circumstances.”

*SHIZURU-MUNE’s desk phone rings*

S-M: “It’s Fire … I … uhhh …”

JM: “I know. Business before family.”

S-M: “No … It’s …”

*JEFF exits the office as the scene fades*

[Fire-Babe]

The denizens of Shokan Dojo are there, plus Firewoman.

FW: Are you okay?

JQ: Yeah...well...sore as hell... but... I'm fine. You did great.

FW: You were right, he will use whatever he can to trigger--

JQ: Wait, what was that?

FW: Huh?

JQ: That first thing you said....

FW: .....

JQ: I'm hard'a'hearin' you know...what was I again?

FW: Ugh....fine. You. Were.....

JQ: Saaaaay it.....

FW: RIGHT, okay? You were right!

JQ: I need to have that on a recorded loop...

FW: Funny guy.

JQ: I also said that you could control it and use it to your advantage, so I guess I was right TWICE.

FW: I'm leaving...

JQ: Wait, wait...okay...seriously, you handled that well. He's only going to ramp it up.

FW: I know....

JQ: You got this. Trust me.

FW: Ugh...look, I think we need to stop training together.

JQ: What? Why?

FW: You have a HUGE match to prepare for. You can't be distracted by training me.

JQ: While I appreciate this super new unselfish streak you have, I can't imagine a better wait to prepare than to work out with the second best wrestler in the company.

FW: ....

JQ: I mean you--

FW: I KNOW WHO YOU MEAN. Way to bolster my confidence.

JQ: *taking Fire's hand* Look...I'm teasing...You're the best of the best....you've earned everything you've achieved, and yeah, you had some training and guidance from ... him... AND others... but YOU took all that and made it your own, and NO ONE can take credit for that. In two weeks, your fellow OOWFers will know it, AEW will know it, your has-been opponent will know it, and perhaps most importantly...YOU will know it.

FW: Thanks, Moose.

JQ: Now, go get some sleep. Yoga is at 4:30.

FW: Greeeeeeeeeeat.

[Zed]

A press conference in front of an oversized OOWF banner has been staged. Rev. BRICK~! is acting as moderator for the media availability, while Zed and Orange Cassidy sit at the head table. Zed has clearly been forced against his will to dress up in a nice suit and tie for this press conference while Orange is, well, dressed like Orange.

Rev. BRICK~!: Before we open the floor for questions, I'll ask each of the competitors in next week's match a question. First, for Zed, do you consider an insult to be forced to wrestle against someone who clearly doesn't want to be here?

Z: *shaking his head*. If he doesn't want to be specifically here, at this press conference, that probably makes two of us. Like, I definitely am not one of those 'Fuck the media' people -

B: LANGUAGE

Z: - I'll pay Josie later, leave me alone. My point is, this very much feels like one of your unnecessary publicity stunts, so no, I'm not insulted at all.

B: Orange, how do you respond?

OC: *takes a deep breath before leaning forward* He's right.

B: ... This is fantastic. Alright, we'll open the floor for questions, please raise your hand and Josie will bring you a microphone, when it's your turn, state your name and media affiliation please.

Z: Who are you talking to?

The camera now pans to show precisely zero members of the media in the crowd.

B: Could you just ... fake it? Honestly?

Z: *rolls eyes* Sure.

OC: This is pretty dumb.

Z: It is.

B: STOP FRATERNIZING WITH THE ENEMY, ZED. Alright, first question, lady in the blue on the front?

Josie holds a microphone standing in front of a seat on the front row.

J: Yes, Orange, is your -

B: Ma'am, as requested, please state your name and media affiliation, thank you.

J: *rolls eyes* ... Josie, Sparkleland Sun-Times. Orange, is your favorite color actually Orange, or do you just call yourself Orange so people don't find out you actually like something like Blue or Purple or Green?

OC: Um, great question, actually. Uh. I don't know.

Zed looks to Orange, waiting for an insightful follow-up. There is none.

OC: Thank you.

B: Next question!

J: Tio, can I - 

B: PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME AND MEDIA AFFILIATION, THANK YOU.

J:  - Um, Josie, Easter Island Extra, Tio, can I have some ice cream after this is over?

Z: Well, typically, this is where I'd point out as your English teacher that asking a yes-or-no question in a setting like this is frowned upon. You want to ask open-ended questions that will force the interview subject to expand on the answer. But honestly, for being on your best behavior and being very patient with Rev. BRICK~!, I'll say you've definitely earned some ice cream. Just don't tell your aunts.

J: Okay! 

Josie starts to walk away.

B: We're not done yet!

Z: Can we be done, though? I'd much prefer if we were done.

B: No!

Z: Fuck.

J: Two dollars.

B: How many times do I have to say - 

J: FINE. Josie, ZeBevKy Herald, Tio, you owe me two dollars.

Z: Noted.

B: That's not even a question!

OC: Is it always like this here?

Z: Sadly.

OC: And I thought our media scrums were a shitshow.

B: LANGUAGE!

Z: I'll pay the fine for you on that one, Orange, you probably didn't know about that.

B: Stop fraternizing with the enemy!

Z: *ignoring BRICK~!* We didn't even bring you any muffins to nibble on while complaining about the locker room or anything.

OC: Amateur hour.

Z: I know!

B: Fine, leave, see if I care. But don't blame me if no one cares about your match because you didn't take this very important opportunity to build excitement for the match seriously!

Z: Do you care?

OC: I don't

Z: You want some ice cream, Josie?

J: Yes!

Z: Alright, let's scram. Want to join us for ice cream, Orange?

B: DOES NO ONE LISTEN TO ME?

OC: No.

Z: Is that about listening to BRICK~! or about the ice cream?

OC: Yes.

Z: Alright then, good luck next week, Orange.

OC: I guess.

Rev. BRICK~! fumes silently as Zed and Josie leave hand-in-hand and Orange haphazardly shoves his AEW International Championship belt into his backpack as we FADE.

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene and INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA find MAC FLASHER and SANDRA FALLON sitting across from each other at the OOWF Bladejob Deli, both looking incredibly distraught as ZED approaches their booth*

ZED: “So … How was the movie, kids?”

*MAC and SANDRA look at ZED, but neither says a word*

Z: “So … What did you two see?”

*MAC reaches into his pocket and pulls out two movie stubs before placing them on the table*

Z *while snickering*: “Wait. She convinced you to see ‘Barbie’ after you had your heart set on ‘Oppenheimer?’ That’s …” *ZED examines the stubs* “Oh. You two did ‘Barbenheimer,’ in one day? Wow. That’s an endurance trial for Mac’s attention span.”

*MAC and SANDRA still say nothing*

Z: “Are y’all pissed at me or something?”

*MAC points to the tickets as ZED examines further*

Z: “Oh God. You saw ‘Barbie’ first and then ‘Oppenheimer.’ That’s like the quickest way to a mindfuck. Did you read about every social media and blog post saying that if you were going to do both, you start with ‘Oppenheimer’ and then use ‘Barbie’ as the sugary palate cleanser?”

*MAC and SANDRA each look at ZED before staring off to the distance*

Z: “Well … It … Ummmm … At least … Well, I hear they were both great. I’m sure you two had a great time.”

*ZED puts the stubs back in MAC’s hand and departs while MAC and SANDRA slowly sip their drinks with zero change in their expression as the scene fades*

[Fire-Babe]

Fire comes into the Gates of Hell to see Shizuru behind the desk.

SM-C: How was it?

FW: Well, funerals are what they are. Good to see some folks, so I guess I'm glad Eco made me go. Did you talk to Tony?

SM-C: Yes, he was very willing to do whatever we need to do, so I called all the former GMs and they will all be here, although one guy was kinda hesitant....Um...L. J. --

FW: Bennett? He'll be here?

SM-C: Yeah...why?

FW: That should go over well...in your free time check the archives to see why.

SM-C: Okay...I think everything else is--

FW: You got a partner for your brother?

SM-C: Um... Well, I...

FW: Shizz.....

SM-C: Not yet but I.

FW: THE SHOW IS SATURDAY! What are you waiting for?

SM-C: I just...

FW: Did you call Rabbit like I suggested?

SM-C: Well I left a message...

FW: Ugh, do NOT make me fire you.

SM-C: .... I, uh...I'm sorry I am --

FW: I'm kidding, I'm not going to fire you.

SM-C: Oh....

FW: Because I won't need to because you won't let me down, right?

SM-C: ....

FW: RIGHT?

SM-C: Um... right?

FW: That's great... very confident. Okay I need to check in with Moose. Get on the phone.

SM-C: Yes!!

Shizuru starts dialing while Fire leaves.

[Fire-Babe]

(sorry for the double post... )

Firewoman is finishing up some evening Pilates when she catches AEW, and her opponent on Saturday saying something along the lines of "I will hit her so hard I will hit her very hard" or something. She turns the television off, and begins talking, to no one in particular.

You know what? I'm tired...I know I've said that before, but seriously... I am tired. I am tired of feeling like I'm only here because of the efforts of others. I know... this sounds so unlike me. But, when you grow up the way Moose and I did, you're always second-guessing yourself. It's a constant battle to recognize what you have and how you you got it, and yeah, I've been helped along the way....But so has every damn person in this business. Maybe if Chris actually read the book his ghost writer produced he'd see that. He'd be NOTHING without Stu Hart...

No, I'm not going to go there. The fact is that yeah, the Hart Dungeon is part of what made him the wrestler he is today. But it's not the only thing.

Just like an offer for Storm Wrestling Academy...yeah, that honed my skills and taught me about how to get into the flow of a match...But I also learned from Moosehead Jack how to ignore pain, both mine and others, and from Alexander and Alexis Darling how to carry the attitude, and from Davin Moreland how to work the crowd, and from LD and Stank how to be a partner, and from Poe how to play the psychological game, and from Ecosystem how to commit to an angle...

So many people who were NOT Chris Jericho had a role in getting me to the place I am today. Multiple belts, first ballot Hall of Fame if we ever do that again. Respected trainer, and now I'm in the front office.

It'd be easy to fall back onto imposter syndrome, to doubt that I have any kind of talent at all..that all those names really just propped me up and passed me along. And to be honest, the first time this crossover was done, I could have faced Jericho...but I wasn't ready. See, I BELIEVED all those things he said. I know, I hide it, but it was there. And I believed that if I faced him, the truth would be known to all. I'm a fraud, a sham...

Well...

No more.

I went to a funeral and now we're planning a tribute to the man who received that anonymous tape Jericho says he sent, and he didn't know any of that. He didn't know who trained me, or who I was related to. All he saw was me and my work. And he took a chance to sign me to this all-male promotion, to compete alongside the men. He saw ME.

I have taken everything I've learned from Ecosystem and Poe and LD Williams and Davin, and the Darling twins, and Moose...I've taken it and made it my own.

So when I go in that ring Saturday, I am no longer afraid to face the man who would be creator. One on one. He has his advantages and I have mine. We'll match up and yeah, one of us will lose and you know what? It might be me. I may lose the match. But I will have won SOOO much more, just by being there.

I guess, be afraid, Jericho. I can't lose, because I have already won.

Firewoman takes a breath.

But now, I'm going to go tuck my son into bed. And that totally sparkles with me.

[L!zz~]

(Lexie and Lindsay are sitting with Beverly, going over strategy)

Lexie looked at Bev. "Listen.." She sighed..."you in this? Your head in this?"

Bev looked at both ladies and nodded "yes. I had to get my head out of my ass and handle some old business that was keeping me off course but it's done. It's over. That part of my life is officially dead."

L and L glanced at each other. "If you need to talk..." Lindsay started..Bev smiled "I might take you up on that, but for now.." She reached into her bag. "I have some interesting information on one or our opponents and I think it's just what Lexie needs to get into her head..."

(Her partners grinned and leaned forward to see the folder as we fade)

[L!zz~]

(Josie was seen carrying a box out of her room. She looked around before heading down a hallway. Since it was a safe zone the INC followed her. She continued twisting and turning down various hallways till she came to a sudden stop..she looked up as a figure stood in her way.)

Josie let out an uneasy chuckle. "Heeyyyyy Titi Bridget...what..you doing?"

Bridget chuckled "oh Josephine I was just about to ask you that..hand over the box.."

Josie paused than sighed. She handed it over and Bridget opened it..her eyes widened ..."kid I think we need to have a talk"

(She sent the INC away as.she steered.Josie down another hallway)

[Fire-Babe]

Backstage is its usual hubbub of activity, but moreso, with OOWF alums in for both the show and the memorial, and then AEW on site as well. The two promotions are mostly giving each other a lot of space, although some who are friendly maybe chatting here and there. Lucas Mann is carrying Patrick and appears to be looking for someone. He spies L.J. Bennett, and the two share an uncomfortable glare, interrupted by Lucas’s brother-in-law.

JQ: Hey, man…have you seen your wife?

LM: I have indeed! She’s smokin’ hot.

JQ: Eew…..so… how’s she doing….really?

LM: She’s great. I’ve never seen her so focused, and so…calm. To be honest, it’s kind of scary.

JQ: Well, that’s good I guess?

LM: I think so. Those new sessions with Dr. Sid have been amazing for her.

JQ: She’s seeing him again?

LM: Yeah, and uh…well, between you and me… I think something has really…I dunno, clicked this time.

JQ: Really…..?

LM: I think she went back to your dojo.

PM: Mama!?

LM: In a minute, little man, I gotta talk to auntie Selena and uncle Omar a second. I think Mama and Uncle Jack have to talk a bit.

PM: Unca Moose!

Jack nods and heads to the dojo, seeing Fire sitting in a chair, not in a lotus position, but looking thoughtful.

JQ: Here you are.

FW: Hey….I was just…thinking.

JQ: Oh? *He sits next to her* Wanna share?

FW: Actually…. I do.

JQ: …..okay….

FW: I want to say thank you.

JQ: Well, I can’t have you not being prepared for a match and sullying our reputation.

FW: No, not for that. I mean…. Yes, yes for that, definitely. But … thank you for not giving up.

JQ: …..

FW: Ever since I joined this promotion, so many years ago, you never gave up trying to reach out to me. Even when we kept our connection secret, and then after… no matter how many times I pushed you away, and there were many—

JQ: So, so many….

FW: --you never gave up. It wasn’t until now that I really, truly know how hard that must have been, and how much I really appreciate it and I’m super grateful.

JQ: ….uh….

FW: And I kept blaming you for everything that you had nothing to do with. I blamed you for not coming to find me after the family split up, even though you were just a child yourself, I blamed you for stuff that went down in Japan, for stabbing me—

JQ: Well, technically, that one is on me.

FW: --instead of blaming our shitty parents. It’s just superhard to blame the people who gave you life you know? All that ‘honor your father and mother’ stuff gets so ingrained, and then I adopt their coping mechanisms, which fine to a point, but at some point they are my coping mechanisms, and I have to own that as mine.

JQ: ….

FW: Anyway…I just thought you should know… I see now….I understand, and while I can’t promise not to fall back into old patterns I just….

JQ: …..

FW: What?

JQ: Okay, look….this is great and all but….this also sounds a lot like a speech you’ve given right before you back kick someone into a window.

FW: Trust me?

JQ: ....

FW: *smiling  Okay… yeah it does. But I mean it. And you’ll see. After the match I’ll tell you the rest of the story, just like I promised.

JQ: Uh huh.

FW: I don’t blame you for not believing me. I just.. I wanted to tell you this Mo--….I mean... JACK.

JQ: Jack?

FW: I am really grateful to have you for a brother.

JQ: ….

FW: ….

JQ: Is this where we hug?

FW: No.

Lucas and Patrick come in.

PM: Mama! I watch you wassle!

Fire takes Patrick from Lucas.

FW: Well, I think what we’re going to do is that you’re going to go home and the babysitter will record it so we can watch it together in the morning. How’s that sound?

PM: No..... watch mama!!

FW: Oh, honey, it’ll be very late at night. *she kisses him on the forehead* Wouldn’t it be fun to watch it with me?

PM: Okaaay.

FW: If you stop pouting, you can come with me to the press conference right now and help answer questions.

PM: Yes!

LM: I can take—

FW: Naw, I got it. See you in the ring, Jack.

Fire walks away laughing at some kind of joke that only is funny if you’re a 4-year-old or a 4-year-old’s mother, and Lucas and Jack watch.

LM: Jack? Not Moose?

JQ: *smiling* I know.

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene and INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA finds SHIZURU-MUNE MANGYUNIKU-COX in the junior executive office when his phone rings, SHIZURU-MUNE excitedly picks it up and begins the conversation*

SHIZURU-MUNE *translated from Japanese*: “Kota! Glad to hear from you! As you know my brother Jeff is in need of a tag partner for tonight and I saw that you were in the States and … Oh. You’re not interested. Well … Ummm … Thank you for returning my call.”

*SHIZURU-MUNE disconnects the call as All Elite Wrestling President TONY KHAN steps into the doorway*

TONY: “Hope I’m not interrupting, but I have a proposal. Kind of last-minute, but I’m sure that you’re a bit more reasonable than your boss.”

*a voice from the senior executive office can be heard yelling, “I’M STILL HERE, TONY!” As TONY nervously adjusts the collar of his shirt*

TK: “Anyhow. While we are committed to making this card happen, a number of the wrestlers scheduled to compete tonight are in Hartford getting ready for the next episode of ‘Collision.’ We can get those wrestlers in Asheville overnight and ready to compete by the afternoon, but they cannot appear as scheduled tonight. A number of wrestlers made the trip today and are getting ready to compete, just not all of those on this card. If you’re willing, let’s make this a two-day show. We will foot the bill for any fans who bought tickets for the show, but can’t stay for the second day.”

S-M: “How many matches will be getting pushed to tomorrow, exactly?”

TK: “By my count, six, especially with giving Chris and Fire the main event slot that they deserve.”

S-M: “Is the tag match with The Young Bucks one of those six?"

TK: “Oh no, Matt and Nick are here waiting for Jeff and whomever you drum up as his partner. That bout is ready to go as scheduled.”

S-M: “Oh … Great.”

TK: “So … Do we have a deal?”

S-M: “Yes. To honor the card that we advertised, we’ll flex matches to Sunday to ensure that they happen.”

TK: “Great! Also, can we start this card early so I can get to Hartford for our taping?”

S-M: “How early?”

TK: “Like in 15 minutes?”

S-M: “You’re lucky that we filled this arena at 4 with a One-Notes concert as the lead-in to the show.”

TK: “I’m sure your fans would prefer the wrestling instead.”

S-M: “We all would.”

TK: “Great! See you in a few at Gorilla.”

*TONY departs as SHIZURU-MUNE hits the all-call intercom button on his phone as the scene fades*

[DrMcAwesome]

OOWF Saturday Slam: Double-Crossover – July 29, 2023 – Day 1
OOWF Arena – Asheville, North Carolina

Without entrance music or pyro, Jack Quinn walks to the ring with a mic. He steps between the ropes and waits for the confused crowd to die down>

JQ: Being the longest active member of the OOWF, I was asked to come out here and say a few words about the passing of our former GM, but......I am not sure I have the words to fully express what GM the Rick was, so I'd like to read something written by someone I know very well.

Jack pulls a folded piece of paper from his pocket. 

JQ: Rick Scaia ran the Online Onslaught wrestling forum. To many, that may not sound like anything important, but it is where the OOWF began. I think the letters OOWF have become their sort of own thing, without people realizing that it stood for Online Onslaught Wrestling Federation. Rick provided a forum for the OOWF to develop and grow, sometimes begrudgingly. His reluctance to accept, or understand the OOWF led to him becoming our first General Manager, as sort of an inside joke among the first generation of participants.

The thing of it is, while he didn't understand why we did what we did, he allowed us to do it. He gave us the freedom, on his site, to have fun and be creative. I didn't personally know Rick. I am not sure I ever had a conversation with him, but I do know I read his articles often, and while I didn't always agree with his views, I came back week after week to read them. I like to think that even though he didn't understand why we were doing what we were doing, on some level, he respected the creativity that came with it. At least I hope so.

Rick's passing makes me pause and remember that behind each character, in this case GM the Rick, there is a real person. A real person who goes through life, has their ups and downs, and sometimes even provides a forum for complete strangers to be creative and have fun. Christopher Pagliarella gets all due credit for starting the OOWF, but Rick Scaia gave us a place to grow, and for that, I will always be thankful.

The audience cheers as Jack folds the paper and puts it back in his jacket and fights back tears. Jack pulls a Dayton Flyers shirt from his jacket and lays it out on the mat, then produces a bottle of whiskey and sets it on the shirt, then leaves the ring as the spotlight shines on the memorial to GM the Rick. Rest in peace Rick.

The camera focuses on the ring for a bit and then switches to the entrance ramp, where Jack Quinn joins all the wrestlers and staff, for both OOWF and AEW on the stage. In front of them in an arc all the OOWF general managers past and present: Nate Corbitt, Selena al-Tikriti, Lucas Mann, Firewoman, Shizuru Mangyunuki-Cox, and LJ Bennett. Past GM and owner of the OOWF, Junichiro “Ecosystem” Muyo is in the center. All stand solemnly and respectfully, as a “Rick” chant starts up. Ecosystem lets it go for a while before starting.

Eco: Thank you all. First of all, a big thank you to our guests for this evening, AEW, for graciously providing us with this time to honor a true pioneer in a business that has gone so many directions, Rick Scaia, the first General Manager of OOWF. Once I hired Rick, I gave him mostly free reign. It was his idea to have the kind of 24-hour floating camera coverage that you now see throughout the industry. It was his decision to allow cross-gender matches, something that is still only common on the fringes, despite its popularity. He signed ground-breaking wrestlers, created unique matches and Pay-Per-View themes. We visited more cities and countries than any other promotion and had shows on seven continents. People say that this is my company, but I couldn’t have made it what it is today without him.

The audience cheers and another “Rick” chant begins.

Eco: This weekend, the best way to honor Rick’s legacy, is to do what we do well. Put on a great wrestling show for you. For now, though, a moment of silence as we ring the bell.

The 10-bell salute starts and as it does, a banner of the Dayton Flyers is slowly raised to its new home in the rafters of the OOWF Arena. It hits the top at the tenth bell and the last “Rick” chant starts as the OOWF and AEW personnel file to the back, and we fade to the opening credits and theme song.

• The Frenemies vs. Nyla Rose and Marina Shafir
This one doesn’t wait for the bell with Nyla and Marina jumping The Frenemies on the ramp during their entrance, with Nyla scaring Josie to the back with a snarl. Nyla and Marina rudely help Kylie and Bridget to the ring, dumping their opposition into and onto the various ringside furniture before Bridget stuns Marina with a forearm shiver and sends her into the barricade. Bridget then rushes to Kylie’s aid, blasting Nyla with a trio of short-elbow strikes and then helping Kylie with a double suplex onto the timekeeper’s table, which somehow withstands the impact.

Bridget and Kylie roll into the ring and high-five each other before acknowledging the cheers of the fans in attendance as Nyla and Marina shake the cobwebs and slowly make their way onto the apron. OOWF official Mel Creech calls for the bell with Kylie pairing off with Nyla. The size differential, while very noticeable as Kylie gives up over 150 pounds to Nyla, who cannot get a hand on a fast-moving Kylie. The classic cat-and-mouse spots ensue, complete with Kylie going under Nyla’s legs and to her corner with Nyla charging and missing. Kylie peppers the cornered Nyla with a few kicks, to little effect as Nyla grabs Kylie by the hair and shoves her to the mat. Nyla gets a stomp in, but misses a elbow drop as Kylie rolls away and looks as if she just saw her life flash before her eyes. Nyla strolls to her team’s corner and tags in Marina, who makes an immediate motion toward Bridget, who is begging Kylie for the tag. Bridget tags in with both Marina and Bridget in their respective fighting stances. Neither woman lands a blow, despite a few attempts from each before Bridget connects with a kick to Marina’s ribs. With Marina staggered, Bridget scurries in and hammers away, only to have Marina absorb most of the blows and return to a standing position and waylay Bridget with a forearm-elbow strike. Bridget gets her bearings and smiles at Marina, who returns the emote.

Russ: “Two similar styles and strategies, it’s like watching a mirror match.”
Razz: “Marina might be a bit nastier than Bridget, which could play to her advantage.”

On cue, Marina goes to the eyes and tries to tie Bridget in a standing neck crank. Bridget is able to stretch her leg over the bottom rope, forcing a break that Marina gives at 3. Bridget replies with an uppercut and a hammerlock suplex. After impact, Bridget continues work on the shoulder, driving the point of her elbow repeatedly to the affected area. Bridget and Marina fight over Bridget’s try at a Fujiwara Armbar with Marina’s ability to reach the ropes granting her salvation. As Bridget pursues Marina, a bit of trash talk from Nyla causes enough of a distraction to give Marina an unencumbered elbow to Bridget’s temple. Nyla and Marina then work quick tags, and a few non-tags, to keep Bridget cornered and in peril. A running splash from Nyla flattens Bridget, getting 2 as Kylie darts in for the save. Marina drills Kylie with a question-mark kick and hits the same on a staggered Bridget with Nyla collecting Bridget in position for a power bomb. Bridget fights her way out of the predicament, but gets bull-rushed to a neutral corner by Nyla while Marina follows with a big boot. Bridget woozily falls forward onto her face as Nyla makes motion that the end is near. Nyla reaches down to pick Bridget up as Kylie runs in and jumps on Nyla’s back, trying to wrap her in a sleeper hold. Nyla grins and lets Kylie struggle for a bit before grabbing Kylie by the hair and tossing her to the canvas. Bridget, now standing, charges Nyla and gets a few shots in before Marina creates a numbers-game advantage. Kylie scampers to an upright position, but clips Nyla’s knee and then does the same to Marina, putting both on the mat while clutching their legs. Bridget grabs Nyla’s leg and cinches in a heel hook while Kylie tries her hardest to hold off Marina. As Bridget leans back to add more pressure to the hold, Nyla teases tapping out before the bell suddenly rings. Bridget releases the hold thinking she got the submission while Nyla denies tapping out. Creech leans out to offer his explanation to ring announcer Mike Elevenbee.

Your winners (pinfall, 10:35), the team of Nyla Rose and Marina Shafir!

Russ: What? How?
Razz: Looking at the replay, Bridget pinned herself when she pulled back on that heel hook. Rookie mistake!

Nyla and Marina head up the aisle with Nyla smiling like the cat that caught the canary while Bridget is focused on the replay on the OOWFTron, kicking the bottom rope as she realizes that this one is on her. Kylie tries to console her partner, but Bridget is absolutely apoplectic at the miscue.

• Zed vs. Orange Cassidy
The lights dim in the OOWF Arena as the sounds of “Jane” by Jefferson Starship fill the air. Orange Cassidy appears on the entrance ramp, and while he may be the “visitor” from AEW for this one, it’s clear there are still plenty of OC fans in the building. With his AEW International Title not on the line in this inter-promotional match, he contemplates leaving it in his backpack rather than going through the effort of taking it out, but eventually, the crowd encourages him enough to show off the gold before handing it off to referee Angelo Barros.

Then another strange thing happens. Instead of “Shoot to Thrill,” Zed enters the ring to a cover of “Where Is My Mind?” Instead of his usual gesturing the crowd to hype them up, it’s a confident but casual stroll to the ring before climbing through the ropes, pacing around the ring a bit and starting down OC.

Razz: I’m told this is by … Trampled by Turtles? Apparently, Zed’s really into them.
Russ: That’s certainly a unique name for a musical act. I don’t even think Orange is slow enough to get trampled by a turtle.
Razz: Is this … some kind of head game from Zed?
Russ: Can you get into the head of someone who doesn’t care about anything? A little bit like trying to milk a bull, if you ask me.
Razz: Why did your head go straight to milking a bull, bro?

As the music fades and Barros calls for the bell, Zed walks to the center of the ring and extends his right hand, looking for a handshake. OC stands his ground at first, and Zed can be heard saying, “Shake my hand. C’mon, Orange, shake my hand. Shake my hand, dammit.”

Eventually, OC expends the effort to step forward and then starts to put out his own right hand … before lifting it above his head, followed by his left hand, and then placing both firmly in his pockets. A smirk comes across Zed’s face, lifting both of his hands in response and giving Orange the double bird. Apoplectic, BRICK~! at ringside shouts, “Zed, no!” before turning his attention to the crowd, asking every child in attendance to avert their eyes.

Razz: That’s gotta be worth at least $10.
Russ: How on earth is two fingers worth $10?

Razz does his best to maintain his composure and not make the obvious, immature response as OC sizes up Zed before unleashing the first of his viciously weak shin kicks. Zed, still with double birds extended, looks down at Orange’s foot, insulted by the offense. Undeterred, Orange “kicks” again, then once more, then once more before stepping back preparing for a “superkick.”

Zed has grown tired of the charade at this point, and loads up a superkick of his own, but OC scouts it out, drops down onto his back and rolls out of the ring, hands still in his pockets. Zed nearly falls after whiffing on the superkick, and glares at Orange outside the ring. He gestures for OC to get back in the ring, but he is casually leaning against the guardrail with no apparent interest. Zed, visibly frustrated at this point, hits the ropes and goes for a suicide dive to the outside, but goes crashing into the railing as OC rolls back into the ring.

Russ: Zed is usually one of the more calm and collected wrestlers here in OOWF, but Orange Cassidy has clearly gotten under his skin!
Razz: And he’s the only one paying the price for it right now!

Rev. BRICK~! ambles over to Zed, getting together for a quick pep talk before Zed takes a quick breath and climbs back inside the ropes. He finally gets his hands on Orange, backing him into the corner with a series of chops and kicks. Orange slumps to a seat, and Zed steps back before running into the corner and driving his knee into Orange’s head.

For several minutes, Zed dominates the flow of the match, putting on a vintage performance of strong strikes and athletic maneuvers that remind everyone of Zed’s capabilities at his peak before the hiatus. Zed goes for the Raise Up, but OC digs deep, rolling underneath the kick, hitting the ropes and launching towards Zed with a crossbody to send them both crashing to the mat.

Now it is Orange with the upper hand, and we see a particularly brutal side of OC that we hadn’t seen to this point in the match. He matches Zed’s intensity and ferocity with his own kicks and elbows. He goes for his front dropkick, but Zed somehow gets out of the way and responds with a Pele kick as both men fall to the mat.

BRICK~! urges Zed to his feet, and Zed uses the ropes to pull himself upright. Smelling blood in the water, he pulls Orange up by his hair, earning an admonishment from Angelo Barros, and sets up for the GTH … No! Orange with the elbow to the head! And in the blink of an eye, Mouse Trap! One, Two, Three!!!

Your winner (16:32; pinfall), Orange Cassidy!

Zed slams the mat in frustration as Orange gives his thumbs-up to the crowd while having his arm raised in victory, the smallest puff of pyro firing from the turnbuckles in response. Zed rolls out of the ring, quietly seething with Rev. BRICK~! in tow as Orange's music plays once again.

• Awesome Bill from Dawsonville vs. Jake Hager
“Freebird” strums out Awesome Bill, who enters to a mixed reaction, but mostly positive. Awesome Bill pats the Intercontinental Championship on his shoulder as he walks to the ring. Bill steps over the ropes and limbers up in the corner as “I Got ‘Em Hurt” heralds the arrival of Jake Hager. Well … Maybe. The song loops without Hager emerging as the feed cuts to the back as medical personnel are tending to Jake. As a hush falls over the crowd, “King” Pete Quick rushes past the backstage scene and books it to the ring with a microphone in hand.

Pete: “Bill. Bill. Bill! While I am saddened to interrupt your celebration after a hard-fought forfeit victory over a strong AEW opponent, I need to say this to our wonderful and trusting OOWF fans. THAT was yet another Jack Quinn attack on an unsuspecting victim. Another victim that Jack Quinn assaulted in cold blood. Why would Jack have any sort of beef with a man who he has never encountered if he wasn’t a bloodthirsty psychopath? Jake Hager came to Asheville to have a wrestling match with an equal. He wanted to perform for you, the OOWF fans, and that opportunity was taken away by someone who thinks that it’s still 2009 and that he can just freely jump whomever he pleases. Jackie, these very smart fans are on to you. I see it in every “Justice for Justin” sign. I hear it in every reaction when you walk to the ring. We will see that you are exposed as a fraud and I will see that you never make another dime from this sick, violent Moosehead Jack persona.”

Pete spikes the microphone to a smattering of cheers and exits the ring as Awesome Bill gives him a bit of a side eye while following a few steps behind. The feed returns to Jake in a seated position, busted open, but speaking to medical personnel and for some reason, Dakota of The Woodsmen, while holding up two fingers.

• Jeff Mangyuniku and a mystery partner vs. The Young Bucks
“Superkick Party” summons Matt and Nick Jackson as they stride with arrogance to the ring. The standard poses and taunts ensue as the Bucks wait on Jeff and whatever partner his brother Shizuru-Mune could scrape up. “King of the Clouds” plays with Jeff stepping out. As Jeff’s music stops, he looks toward the curtain and waits for music, only to see and hear nothing. As Jeff looks toward the ring, the OOWFTron cuts to interim GM Shizuru-Mune Mangyuniku-Cox sitting in his office.

Shizuru-Mune: “Jeff. Matt. Nick. Throughout these past two weeks, I have searched high and low to get a tag partner for my brother Jeff, only to be rejected on repeated occasions. I have unfortunately come up short in this quest. Jeff, I apologize for not finding you a partner worthy of a match of this caliber.”

The feed cuts out with Jeff looking very upset and disappointed until “Party Boy Theme” plays to a massive reaction. Shizuru-Mune, in his trademark red tracksuit, bounds onto the ramp and removes all but his customary Speedo briefs as Jeff smiles and hugs his brother. The Mangyunikus run to the ring ready to fight the Jacksons, who take a powder to the outside while Shizuru-Mune’s music is still playing.

Russ: “As I live and breathe! Sizzlechest Manbeef-Cox is back in an OOWF ring! He said he’d never do this again! He said that he was an executive!”
Razz: “But he’s also a big brother, and you don’t let your siblings fight alone!”

Finally the Bucks hop back into the ring as Davis Hightower calls for the bell. Jeff trades wrist locks with Nick before the two dropkick to a stalemate. Jeff drills Nick with a kick to the head getting an “oooooh!” reaction from the crowd. Matt comes in as Shizuru-Mune also enters, allowing the Mangyunikus to unleash a slick set of double-team attacks, but the Bucks fire back with tandem offense, getting a bulldog-dropkick combo on Jeff before Risky Business gets 2. Jeff rallies to tag in Shizuru-Mune, who runs in with kicks and chops for everyone, finishing with a Spanish Fly on Matt before delivering a tope suicida on Nick. Shizuru-Mune runs up to the apron and springboards himself into Matt’s grip as a power slam halts the momentum.

Jeff saves Shizuru-Mune from a Meltzer Driver before powerbombing Matt with Shizuru-Mune delivering a flying headbutt for 2. Not missing a beat, Nick pulls Matt to the Bucks’ corner for a tag and runs wild with a facecrusher and a Canadian Destroyer for 2. Matt climbs the ropes and a doomsday clothesline gets 2 before Jeff saves. Jeff tosses Matt out and then Nick on top of Matt on the outside before diving into stereo superkicks. With Jeff groggy and back into the ring, the Bucks signal for a BTE Trigger, whiffing on it as Jeff ducks. In the confusion, Shizuru-Mune rolls up Matt and grabs as much of his tights as his hands can hold as Hightower counts 3.

Your winners (pinfall, 11:53), the team of Shizuru-Mune Mangyuniku-Cox and Jeff Mangyuniku!

Afterward, Shizuru-Mune and Jeff hug in the ring before the Bucks fire up superkicks for both men. Shizuru-Mune and Jeff duck and hit stereo dragonscrew leg whips to negate any sort of post-match assault. With the Bucks now collecting themselves on the outside, Jeff smiles and motions around his waist, implying that the two link up full-time and go after the OOWF Tag Team Championship. Shizuru-Mune smiles before shaking his head back-and-forth to the side, before removing his boots and leaving them in the ring. As Shizuru-Mune exits, Jeff grabs the boots and follows a step behind as the feed cuts out.

• Mac Flasher (with Sandra Fallon) vs. Darby Allin (with Sting)
“I Get Wet” plays out Mac, with Sandra in tow, as both soak in the reaction. Mac strides to the ring, enters and runs the ropes a couple of times before “I Fell” signals the arrival of Darby, with Sting at his side. Darby skateboards down the ramp before stopping at the ring steps. Darby enters as the two eye each other up. Angelo Barros inspects both men for objects – both domestic and international – before requesting the bell to open the match. Mac charges, but gets sidestepped. Lather. Repeat. Darby being just a split-second faster than Mac tells the story of the opening moments as Darby waits for Mac to collect himself and rush in again, only to get air. The two finally make contact in a tie-up with Mac powering Darby to the corner and teasing a punch before giving a clean break. Darby sneaks in a jab and motions for Mac to keep his eyes on his opponent. Mac replies with a one-step lariat that throttles Darby and sends him over the ropes and onto the apron. Mac steps back and charges Darby, but whiffs and crashes to the outside. As Sandra check on a now-standing Mac, Darby takes out both with a trust fall. Darby keeps the offense going, sending Mac into the barricade and then following with a shotgun dropkick. Darcy charges again, but gets backdropped over the railing into the fans. Mac tries to follow, but is halted by Sandra, who makes Mac aware of Barros’ count, now up to 7. Mac rushes in as Darby follows to beat the count at 9.

Both men catch their breath and nod to each other with Darby charging, only to get caught in an overhead suplex throw into the turnbuckles. With Darby in a heap, Mac ties Darby in a tree of woe, but doesn’t further the attack. Mac waits for Darby to free himself before grabbing him by the wrist and whipping him into the opposite corner, following a step behind with a corner lariat. Mac repeats the process with Darby stumbling from the corner. Mac tries a Clemente Bridge Suplex, but Darby flips out and goes under Mac’s leg, trying to lift him into an electric chair position, but he can’t quite get the heavier Mac off the ground. Mac picks Darby up to his feet and eats a headbutt for his generosity. With Mac not in his wits, Darby hits a pair of uppercuts and another headbutt as Mac falls backward to the corner. Darby grabs an arm, hops to the top rope and brings Mac to the mat with a springboard arm drag. Darby leverages himself in control of Mac, working on the arm and grinding his elbow into Mac’s jaw. Mac tries to free himself as Sandra tries to clap the crowd into a rally cadence for him. Mac pulls himself to a knee, and then to his feet, but Darby drops him with a front jawbreaker, dropping into a quick pin try that gets 2. Darby picks Mac’s ankle but is shoved off before he can drop into a Last Supper attempt. Mac gets to a vertical base and sweeps Darby’s leg, but cannot capitalize as Darby kicks out Mac’s leg from underneath him. Darby drags Mac to the corner and drapes his knee over the rope. Darby, now on the apron, hits a running senton on the leg and looks for a ring post figure four until Sandra steps in. Darby backs away without incident, but Sandra turns to find Sting staring down to her. Sandra smiles and offers Sting a friendship bracelet adorned in small seashells and in colors familiar to a previous version of Sting, which the legend gladly accepts.

Russ: “Wait. Did Sandra just disarm Sting with a friendship bracelet?”
Razz: “I think Sting was there to make sure Sandra didn’t get involved and accepted the bracelet as a peace offering or assurance that she’s not here to interfere.”

Mac tries to work some feeling back into his leg but has little time to react to Darby’s coffin drop from behind. Darby, this time, is able to hoist Mac up in an electric chair, but Mac reverses into a poison rana that sends Darby to the floor. Mac hobbles for a second before hitting the ropes on his way to a tope con hilo that leaves both men laying on the floor in a heap.

Russ: “Darby wanted THIS Mac Flasher. It took a little bit, but he got the Mac Flasher that he wanted.”
Razz: “While this is true, Darby is still leading Mac around on a string, playing him like a fiddle to get whatever he wants from him.”

Mac sends Darby in the ring, whipping him in the corner with a running kick to follow. Mac gets 2 on a Peterson roll, but hurts his knee when pushing through. Mac grips his leg as Darby looks to Sting, who nods. Darby grabs Mac’s legs, grapevines them and then turns Mac over.

Russ: “Sharpshooter!”
Razz: “No, it’s a Scorpion Death Lock!”
Russ: “Sharpshooter!”
Razz: “Scorpion Death Lock!”
Russ: “Sharpshooter!”
Razz: “Scorpion Death Lock!”
Russ: “Sharpshooter!”
Razz: “Scorpion Death Lock!”
Russ: “Sharpshooter!”
Razz: “Scorpion Death Lock!”

While the broadcast crew argues, Mac is able to drag himself to safety and out of the ring. Sandra checks on Mac while Darby nails an unsuspecting Mac with a springboard crossbody. Mac is practically out on his feet as Darby sends him back in and climbs the ropes. A coffin drop becomes a German suplex as Mac gets 2.5. Mac grabs Darby and signals for a Flash Drive, but is pulled into an inside cradle that gets 2. As Darby stands up, Mac secures Sleep Mode. As Barros is checking Darby’s hand, Mac continues to squeeze as Darby fades. In a last-gasp effort, Darby pulls Mac to the corner, runs up the turnbuckles and drops Mac with a stunner. Both men lay on the mat as Barros administers a count, getting to 6 before Darby rolls over and tries to get up, falling to the mat before steadying himself. Mac is up, but is not with the rest of the world as Darby hits a shotgun dropkick that puts Mac on his backside in the corner. Darby crashes spine-first into Mac’s jaw and then peels him out of the corner. Darby grabs the leg with Last Supper in mind, but is caught by Mac, who trips him up and rolls into an STF. Darby teases tapping out, but rakes Mac’s eyes to break the hold. Mac recovers quickly and drills a kneeling Darby with a running knee strike. Mac signals for the Flash Drive as the arena suddenly goes dark.

The lights return to see Nuke, Annie and Adam Jennings surrounding Mac and Darby. Sting immediately hops to the apron as does Sandra. The rookie looks to Sting, who nods, as both pick an assailant as Nuke gets drilled by Sting, and Annie takes a shot from Sandra. Adam scurries away while Mac and Darby watch their respective seconds brawl on the outside. Darby tries to surprise Mac with a small package, but Mac shifts his hips to reverse the pinfall try, hanging on to get 3.

Your winner (pinfall, 20:23), Mac Flasher!

Afterward, Mac and Darby roll to the outside to help chase off Nuke and Annie, meeting at the bottom of the ramp. As promised, Darby offers to shake Mac’s hand, which is graciously accepted while Sting and Sandra join the showing of respect as Sting hugs Mac, while Darby also receives a bracelet from Sandra. Mac sighs in relief and pulls Sandra in for a side hug as the feed cuts to list off Sunday's matches.

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene and INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA finds SHIZURU-MUNE MANGYUNIKU-COX icing his head while sitting in the OOWF junior executive office as JEFF MANGYUNIKU walks in, holding SHIZURU-MUNE’s boots*

JEFF: “Sizzlechest. You left these in the ring.”

SHIZURU-MUNE: “That was by design. That was me saying ‘goodbye.’”

JM: “Why? Did you hear that reaction? Those fans loved you! For the first time since I started in OOWF, I felt that I had someone who not only has my back, but also knows what it means to carry the Mangyuniku name.”

S-M: “Jeff, while your future in the ring is bright, my future is at this desk and maybe one day the desk in the office behind me. I filled that void tonight because you needed a partner against the Young Bucks. This was not a full-time return.”

JM: “But … That match. Everything about tonight was electric! That cheer when you came out. That cheer when you got the pin. That can be every show! We can run this tag-team division!”

S-M: “You can run any division you want, I have to run payroll this weekend before Firewoman comes back to work on Monday and takes her GM slot back.”

JM: “So tonight meant nothing to you?”

S-M: “Jeff, everything about tonight meant the world to me. Teaming with my brother. Helping my brother overcome the biggest challenge of his career. Winning one more match in front of the OOWF fans, but … My job is not to fight. My job is to keep this company running smoothly so that you and everyone in that locker room can worry about what they do best.”

JM: “I just think you’re selling yourself short. You’re selling us short.”

S-M: “Jeff, cherish tonight for what it was. Don’t try to make a pleasant daydream a professional nightmare.”

JM: “Sizzlechest. We can be champions together.”

S-M: “You can be a champion. I’m going to be a suit.”

JM: “Brother, when you change your mind, you’ll find me.”

*JEFF leaves SHIZURU-MUNE’s boots on his desk as the scene fades*

[DrMcAwesome]

OOWF Saturday Slam: Double-Crossover – July 30, 2023 – Day 2
OOWF Arena – Asheville, North Carolina 

• Sean Franklin vs. Adam Cole
As the bell rings, Sean and Adam circle each other before locking up. Sean is eager to show off his grappling expertise, but Adam has a counter for every move – this isn’t his first rodeo – and eventually slows down Sean with a backstabber.

Feeling the momentum, Adam goes to the top rope. As he comes flying from the top turnbuckle, however, Sean catches him, pausing for a bit before dropping Cole for a backbreaker.

Now it is Sean’s turn to control the match, and he makes a determined effort with a series of grapples, holds, and submission attempts to work Cole’s right leg. BRICK~! urges him on from ringside, as it is clear this was part of a predetermined strategy. However, Sean sets up for a suplex at one point, but Cole is able to counter with an elbow to the head, followed by a DDT.

As Sean tries to regain his footing, Cole rushes in with a bicycle kick that connects with such force and resonates throughout the arena that even BRICK~! has to look away. Cole, feeling the effects of the kick himself, buys some time by unceremoniously dumping Sean through the ropes, and we see Sean is busted open as he tries to collect himself.

While the medical staff checks in on Sean before he waves them off, BRICK~! goes nose-to-nose with Cole to stick up for his client. This distraction buys Franklin an opportunity to rush behind Cole and clobber him with an unsighted forearm.

Sean proceeds to toss Cole into the ring post, busting him open as well. He follows with a powerbomb to the ring apron, then drags Cole into the ring. He follows with a release German suplex, cover, one, two, NO! Cole kicks out.

At this point, BRICK~! stands on the ring apron and offers some kind of signal to Sean, who nods in agreement. Just as Junior Hale goes over to admonish BRICK~! for climbing onto the apron, Sean pulls Cole to his feet once again and shoots Cole into the corner, pancaking Hale in the process.

Cole is woozy from the impact, while Hale is out cold, slumped in the corner. BRICK~! rushes to the next closest corner of the ring and exposes the protective covering for the top turnbuckle. Sean again pulls up Cole by the tights, but it’s much more of a struggle this time with a lot of dead weight. Sean sets up for the Full Nelson Slam, but Cole reflexively stops him with an inverted DDT.

That almost does more to annoy Sean than slow him down, as he can sense the metaphorical blood in the water while wiping the literal blood from his forehead. Before Cole can get back to his feet, Sean is standing over him, unloading with a series of closed fists and shouting at him to give up. Again, Sean pulls Cole to his feet, ready to shoot Cole into the exposed turnbuckle, but Cole counters and now it is Sean headed into the corner.

BRICK~!, in a moment of sheer panic, darts between the ropes hoping to cushion the impact with the exposed turnbuckle. This has the opposite intended effect, as the two collide with a sickening thud and Sean drops to the mat. Sean slowly tries to get back to his feet, but Cole drops him again with The Boom. Just as Cole goes for the cover, Angelo Barros rushes into the ring, one, two, THREE!

Your winner, (18:46; pinfall), Adam Cole!

BRICK~! looks on in shock, fully aware of how his decision played into this outcome. Adam Cole’s music plays, but he makes a hasty exit up the ramp after having his arm raised in victory, fully aware that the upstart gave him everything he could handle.

• The Woodsmen vs. FTR
With Cash and Dax already standing in the ring, “The Fox (What Does the Fox Say?)” brings out the OOWF Tag Team Champions, The Woodsmen. As Dakota plays to the crowd, Hunter produces a Swiss Army microphone from his pocket and motions for the music to fade.

Hunter: “Gentleman Cash and Gentleman Dax. When we, The Woodsmen, found out that we were going to oppose you in a bout matching tag champions from different companies, we were both excited and then confused. You see, our great fans know what The Woodsmen stand for, but few know what FTR stands for. Dakota and I must have watched at least two FTR matches and maybe an interview to seek that answer, but to na avail. I would suggest not consulting the site Urban Dictionary to seek any answer, so we did not inquire on that particular page. When all seemed to be lost, Dakota had a ‘by Jove!’ moment, FTR is whatever the people want it to mean. Since we, The Woodsmen, are people, we have determined that FTR stands for ‘For the Rabbits.’ As fellow nature enthusiasts, we salute your quest to ensure a better life for all rabbits. In such, we request a hearty handshake among gentlemen before we begin our bout. What say you?”

Hunter folds his Swiss Army microphone back up and places it in his pocket as The Woodsmen enter the ring. FTR, with incredulous expressions, size up Hunter and Dakota as they gleefully extend their hands for a handshake. Cash and Dax grab the hands of Hunter and Dakota, respectively, shake them and pull both into ripcord clotheslines that The Woodsmen deftly duck and reply in unison with back body drops, which send Cash and Dax scrambling from the ring. The Woodsmen gesture to the crowd as FTR collect their wits with Ben Coleman calling for the bell. Cash and Hunter start for their teams as Cash wins a shoving match before the two exchange headlocks. Cash sends Hunter to the deck with a shoulder tackle before taunting Hunter by stepping on an imaginary rock. Dax tags in, as does Dakota, as Dax grabs a headlock. Dakota works out of the headlock and gets one of his own before Dax uses the hair to yank Dakota down. Dakota kips up and wrestles Dax to the mat as the two trade reversals en route to a standoff. Hunter tags in and slugs it out with Dax, but a left hook by Dax outs Hunter down as Cash works his way around the ring and coldcocks Dakota before scampering into the ring with Dakota in pursuit. All four men exchange punches before stereo dropkicks from The Woodsmen clear FTR out for a moment.

Russ: “I know we don’t view The Woodsmen as serious wrestlers, but they’re not giving an inch to FTR!”
Razz: “When OOWF pride is on the line, that brings the best from everyone in that locker room.”

Back in the ring, Hunter and Cash engage in a hockey-style fight, but a blind tag from Dax allows him to pull Hunter into a standing armbar that becomes a crucifix pin which gets 2. Hunter hits Dax with a DDT, but doesn’t cover as Cash steps between the ropes. Dax recovers and blasts Hunter with a series of hammer fists, leading to a slick series of FTR double-team attacks. Hunter fights his way out of FTR’s corner and even cradles Dax for 2. Cash clips Hunter’s knee while Dax bumps Dakota off of the apron. Cash locks Hunter in a figure four while sitting close enough to the ropes to make them of use when Coleman is checking for a submission from Hunter, who manages to turn the figure four as Cash easily grabs the ropes in sight of Coleman at the reversal. While both men return to a vertical base, Dax rushes in with a superkick for Hunter that gets Cash by mistake. Dakota rushes in as The Woodsmen set Cash up for a Hart Attack that gets 2.5 before Dax saves. Cash has the wherewithal to roll up Hunter, but Coleman waves off the attempt with full view of Cash grabbing Hunter’s shorts. Meanwhile, Dax posts Dakota just as Cash clips Hunter’s knee again. Hunter battles through with a series of rollups, but can’t keep weight on his injured leg, but Dakota wins a slugfest with Dax and urges Hunter to make the tag. Hunter battles past Cash to make the tag as Dakota comes in with both barrels blazing, running through Cash three times before clotheslining Dax over the top just as he reentered the ring. Hunter then pulls out a red pop-up tent from The Woodsmen’s corner and sets it up in the middle of the ring before throwing Cash inside.

Russ: “We don’t know what goes on in the Tapout Tent, but it usually means a victory for The Woodsmen.”
Razz: “It’s genius! If you don’t have Dakota’s submission technique scouted, you can’t prepare!”

Dakota enters the tent, zips the entrance as what appears to be a wild brawl ensues inside. An arm, presumably belonging to Cash rips through the tent and starts to grab the nearby canvas before slapping the mat.

Your winners (submission, 20:05), The Woodsmen!

Afterward, Hunter and Dakota celebrate with FTR waiting to offer their respect. The four shake hands and raise each other’s arms in a salute to the fans.

• Alexander Darling vs. Maxwell Jacob Friedman
“Better Than You” plays as Maxwell strolls out to a positive response, given his recent actions in his own company. “King of the World” then plays out Alexander, who gets a semi-positive response by proxy of company loyalty of the fans in Asheville. After Mel Creech calls for the bell, Maxwell tries for a headlock takedown a few times, but is unable to get Alexander off of his feet. They trade hip-toss attempts and Alexander gets a springboard takedown before a double knucklelock and bridge for 2. Maxwell and Alexander trade pinfall attempts for 2 and battle to a stalemate, but Maxwell smacks Alexander down, but Alexander, with a snarl, pops up and returns the favor to Maxwell before mocking Maxwell with an over-exaggerated strut on the outside. Maxwell stems the tide with a tope suicida , but Alexander is able to reverse just enough of the dive to hit a DDT on the outside mats.

Alexander goes to work on the back and drops an elbow for two, and a backbreaker gets 2. Maxwell whips him into the corner and continues on the back with a backbreaker of his own. Maxwell and Alexander fight to the top with Alexander trying a stunner from the top, but Maxwell shoves Alexander off, drops to the middle rope and misses a knee drop. Alexander begins to work the knee with gusto, stomping away and then wrapping Maxwell in a spinning toe hold. Alexander softens the knee with a series of elbow drops and then signals for the Darling Money Clip. As Alexander wraps Maxwell’s legs, he is caught in a small package that gets 2. Alexander stomps his way through Maxwell, but is caught and taken down as Maxwell floats from the ankle pick to a La Bell Lock. After about 30 seconds of struggling, Alexander is able to reach the bottom rope to get the break. Maxwell does a double stomp on Alexander’s arm and tries the armbar, but Alexander takes out the knee again and gets a figure-four this time. Maxwell reverses it and Alexander makes the ropes as they both retreat to the apron. They slug it out and Maxwell hits a tombstone on the apron. Alexander, while woozy, beats the count and pulls Maxwell in with a cradle for 2, and follows with a backslide for 2. A small package from Alexander gets 2, but Maxwell reverses for 2 and they roll around the ring each getting multiple counts of 2.

As the two are separated and catching their air, Maxwell pulls out the Dynamite Diamond Ring and places it on his pinkie, right in the sight of Creech, who admonishes Maxwell and threatens disqualification. As Maxwell protests, Alexander charges in with a flying forearm, sending the ring and Creech to the mat and Maxwell to the corner. With Creech down, both men glance at the ring, then each other, then make a dash for it, both getting to the jewelry at the same time. Alexander wins the battle with a Greco-Roman low blow and places the ring on his hand. Maxwell gets to his feet, but catches sight of Creech starting to come to and immediately drops to the mat, feigning unconsciousness and even cutting himself for effect. Alexander, realizing the ruse, quickly disposes of the ring before grabbing Maxwell by the head as Creech gets vertical. Just out of Creech’s view, Maxwell drills Alexander with a low blow, pulls him into an cradle and gets 3 while Creech is still shaking the cobwebs.

Your winner (pinfall, 13:23), Maxwell Jacob Friedman!

Afterward, Alexander charges Maxwell, who rolls out of the ring and retrieves his Dynamite Diamond Ring. Alexander slowly tries to center his composure before losing his cool and kicking the bottom rope and giving chase to Maxwell, who exits the arena in a hurry.

• Jack Quinn and Shokan Dojo vs. Blackpool Combat Club (Jon Moxley, Claudio Castagnoli and Wheeler Yuta)
While the video package building to the match plays, the feed cuts to the back where all six are brawling backstage as PORK and Katie hammer away at Claudio and Wheeler, while Jack and Jon exchange blows. As match official Davis Hightower makes his way to the back, a split-screen decree from interim general manager Shizuru-Mune Mangyuniku-Cox to turn the match into a falls-count-anywhere fight, much to the delight of the fans in attendance. Jon sends Jack into the Zamboni gate while PORK misses a clothesline on Wheeler and nails Katie by mistake. Claudio and Wheeler take advantage of the War Pigs’ miscommunication while Jon pulls out a fork and gouges a piece of Jack’s forehead with the utensil. With Jack bleeding, Jon starts to work the cut with punches and his fingers, yelling taunts until the look in Jack’s eye changes.

Russ: “I think Mox just unlocked a part of Jack Quinn that he’ll regret later.”
Razz: “Jack Quinn might regret this, too. Moosehead Jack, however …”

Jack turns the tide on Jon, blasting him with a nearby kendo stick and keeping the beating going with stomps and belt lashes. PORK and Katie run through Wheeler with a double clothesline, giving the same to Claudio. PORK splashes Claudio and gets 2, while Katie hits an Oklahoma Stampede on Wheeler to also get 2. Jack leaves Jon in a heap to join his charges, handing Katie a kendo stick and urging PORK to just use himself as a weapon. Katie and PORK operate as instructed with Katie wearing Wheeler out with the kendo stick as PORK repeatedly crushes Claudio against the wall before Jon charges in with a chair to clean house and give his BBC mates a breather. Jon DDTs Katie on the chair, getting 2.5 before PORK saves. Jack is seen clawing away at Wheeler’s eyes before Claudio shifts the numbers advantage. Claudio signals for the giant swing on Jack, grabbing his legs, but PORK saves again – this time with a clothesline. All six stand off and then begin brawling again with no clear advantage in the fisticuffs as the pairs switch off to the final form of Katie vs. Jon, PORK vs. Wheeler and Jack vs. Claudio with Shokan Dojo finally starting to land the bulk of the blows, all three hitting simultaneous wind-up haymakers to floor the Blackpool Combat Club.

Just as Jack catches his air, he is pummeled from behind by Liam and Nigel, while “King” Pete Quick and Angie Delpetro assault Katie and PORK. The Royal Guard hoist Jack in the air, delivering a double choke slam into a stack of pallets while Angie and Pete choke out their targets with utility cables.

Russ: “Why are they here? They have no business being here!”
Razz: “It’s falls count anywhere and no-disqualification, Pete Quick and his crew are just as legal as a headlock in this match.”

Pete, Angie and The Royal Guard send Shokan Dojo through the curtain and onto the entrance ramp to continue the beating in the ringside area. The BCC follows as Jon gets into a shoving match with Pete. Claudio and Wheeler take the fight to The Royal Guard while Angie stays at the top of the ramp. Eventually Pete, Liam and Nigel depart without further incident, but with PORK and Katie now busted open, the BCC are visually in the advantage. Shokan Dojo, having regrouped in the ring, waits on the Blackpool Combat Club to head toward the ring. With PORK standing in front, he touches his forehead and checks his fingers to see blood. PORK’s expression changes to one of absolute rage as he dashes out of the ring and greets the BCC with clotheslines for Wheeler and Jon while running through Claudio. PORK then tosses Wheeler into the crowd with an overhead suplex, stomps away at Jon and then power bombs Claudio on top of Jon. Katie and Jack join the fight in the aisle as Wheeler climbs over the barricade with a fresh cut on his forehead. Katie spears Claudio through another barricade, while Jack and Jon trade slaps. PORK, still enraged, throws Wheeler down the ramp and then into the ring. As Wheeler begs off PORK, Jon and Jack’s brawl follows as Katie disposes of Claudio.

Katie stands by PORK and Jack, but another attack from Pete, Angie and The Royal Guard as the quartet entered through the crowd puts down Shokan Dojo, Jon and Wheeler join the fight to switch the numbers advantage, again chasing off The Consortium. Claudio staggers to the ring, as the opponents stand off again while Pete shouts obscenities from a safe distance.

Russ: “These teams are not fond of each other, but both seem to have an issue with Pete Quick and his gang.”
Razz: “The Blackpool Combat Club wants to handle its own fights. It’s never wise to offer unsolicited help.”

Just as the six wrestlers are about to reengage, Liam and Nigel jump onto the apron, drawing the attention of Jon, Jack, Claudia and Katie as they give chase. With PORK and Wheeler left in the ring, Pete rolls in and clocks both with his scepter, knocking both men cold, but with PORK falling on Wheeler. Hightower counts 3.

Your winners (pinfall, 19:52), the team of Jack Quinn, PORK and Katie Bardoor!

Afterward, Pete puts the boots to both PORK and Wheeler before Jack, Katie, Jon and Claudio head to the ring to chase him off one more time. As PORK and Wheeler come to, All six combatants shake hands, except for Jack and Jon, mainly because of Jack’s refusal. Jon offers the wanking motion to Jack in reply while Katie and PORK do their best to settle a now furious Jack.

• Lexie Darling, Lindsay McAllister and Beverly Cambridge vs. The Outcasts (Ruby Soho, Saraya, Toni Storm)
The feed heads to the ring with The Outcasts standing inside, Saraya on crutches while Ruby and Toni look as if they were just in a fight. Saraya, with a microphone, motions for the crowd to quiet down before shrieking the command.

Saraya: “While we did not expect a warm welcome in this town filled with the dumbest of the dumb, we didn’t expect that approximately a dozen women in this city would attack us to make us unable to fight. It’s all because Lexie Darling, this company’s champion, is afraid of being exposed by a superior champion in AEW women’s champion Toni Storm. It’s because Lindsay McAllister can’t compete with Ruby Soho and Beverly Cambridge … Well, I’m sure you set this whole thing up so I wouldn’t embarrass you!”

“Radioactive” plays as Lexie, Lindsay and Beverly come out united and promptly marching to the ring. Lexie with a mic of her own gets right in Saraya’s face until Ruby and Toni step in.

Lexie: “So if we’re to believe you. You three were assaulted by fans? How many did you say? A dozen? An attack in public and not in a sanctioned fight. Surely, we would have heard about arrests and a police report would be available. Where exactly did this fight happen?”

Saraya: “It happened as we were getting our rental car! Some redneck at the counter just jumped over and started …”

Lexie: “Ooooooh. So you were renting your car at a business with surveillance footage? Clearly we can hand this over to the local police and help our guests get the justice that they deserve.”

Saraya: “This town’s police force is about as incompetent as they are incontinent!”

Beverly takes the mic from Lexie.

Beverly: “Saraya. Were you treated on scene or at a medical facility?”

Saraya: “On scene.”

Beverly: “OK. Those crutches. They just materialized?”

Saraya: “How else can I walk? Why does it matter?”

Beverly: “Earlier today, an Amazon delivery addressed to an ’S.Knight’ arrived at the arena. The box, a very long box, was placed outside of your team’s locker room. A person fitting your description can be seen sprinting down the hallway to check on the box. Given the severity of your injuries, it couldn’t have been you, correct?”

Beverly points to the OOWFTron to show footage of all three Outcasts meeting at Saraya’s locker room inspecting the contents of the alleged box, none looking like they were recently in a fight. As Lindsay, Beverly and Lexie watch the video, Saraya tosses Toni a crutch as The Outcasts slowly stalk their possible prey. Right as Toni and Saraya are within range of the crutches, the OOWFTron returns to a live feed, allowing the OOWF trio to see the possible attack. All three turn around in fighting stances with Saraya immediately dropping to the mat and clutching her knee. Lindsay rips the crutch from Toni’s grip and begins swinging as Toni and Ruby bail from the ring. Saraya, tries to ward off all three with her crutch until Lexie casually grabs it from her. Saraya’s knee suddenly heals as she rolls from the ring and joins her fellow Outcasts on the ramp. The AEW trio offers crude gestures to the nearby fans and exits as Masato Misawa rules the match a no-contest.

• Firewoman vs. Chris Jericho
“Judas” plays out Chris as some fans sing along, but most aren’t here to offer Chris adoration. Chris – with his bat, Floyd, in hand – milks the entrance for all its worth as his theme stops suddenly with the lights in the arena taking a yellowish-orange tint. As the camera cuts to the top of the ramp, the floor splits open as fire can be seen poking through to the surface. “Ring of Fire” plays as a platform raises from underneath the ramp, showing Firewoman standing in a chariot surrounded by fire. A gesture from Firewoman “parts the fire” as the chariot led by two horses takes Firewoman to the ring, where Jack Quinn, fresh from his fight earlier in the evening, sitting at ringside. As Firewoman steps off the chariot and removes her leather jacket, she nods and smiles at Jack, who returns the greeting and hands Firewoman a brand-new Happy Deth Bat – No. 5 in the lineage – with a custom color scheme to match her attire for the evening. Firewoman scales the ropes and soaks in the cheers, urging fans along in the chorus of “Ring of Fire” before stepping down and into the ring. Chris immediately goes nose-to-nose with Firewoman, smiling and softly pushing Firewoman away with a palm to the forehead, only drawing Firewoman’s ire and getting her right back in Chris’ face as the AEW veteran smiles and dismissively backs away.

Ring announcer Mike Elevenbee gives the big-match intros as Gavin “Junior” Hale checks both combatants for anything illegal and warns both about using their bats. The bell rings as Firewoman wants the fight right away, but Chris drops to the outside. Hale’s count goes to 8 before Chris rolls in … Just to roll back outside. Firewoman wants to give chase, but Jack instructs her to wait him out. Chris repeats the escape again until Firewoman sits cross-legged in the middle of the ring and waits on Chris to return. Thinking he has an opening, Chris approaches the seated Firewoman only to see her kip up and drill him in the hamstrings with alternating kicks from her left and right boots. Chris tries to take a powder, but Firewoman steps on Chris’ right hand and unceremoniously drags him inside before he rakes Firewoman’s eyes and scurries back outside with Firewoman in hot pursuit. Chris leads a chase around the ring, staying a step ahead until he slips on a cup of soda that was tossed at him during earlier stalls. With Chris grounded, he begs of Firewoman, who pays zero attention to the request as she stomps away until Hale’s count hits 8. Firewoman rolls in and rolls back out, but into an uppercut by Chris that seats her on the apron. Chris grabs a front facelock and cradles Firewoman as he picks her up, only to drop her spine-first on the apron. As Firewoman rolls into the ring, Chris follows with a massive grin on his face, shouting taunts based on the past that the two shared in and out of wrestling. Firewoman pulls herself up by the ropes, only for Chris to flatten her in the corner with a running attack. As Firewoman is slumped in the corner, Chris grabs her legs and pulls her to the middle of the ring, teasing the Lion Tamer, but shaking his head from side to side before stomping her torso. Chris then grabs a leg and begins stomping away on the hamstring before turning Firewoman into position for a half-crab submission that she easily escapes by mule-kicking Chris in the jaw with her free leg.

Russ: “Chris has a strategy. Take away the legs and take away Firewoman’s ability to fly.”
Razz: “All through this process, Jack told Fire that she could not quit or he’d stop training her. How insulting would it be if Chris Jericho made her submit as her brother is watching? I think THAT’S his strategy.”

Firewoman, now standing, dodges a jab from Chris before landing a few blows of her own. A one-legged dropkick hits Chris flush in the face, putting him on his back. Firewoman stays on the attack, dropping a knee on Chris’ throat and then going for a cover that gets 2. Firewoman keeps on the attack, booting Chris in the spine with multiple kicks and then a seated snap mare that gets 2. Chris rolls out of the ring again, right in front of Jack. Chris gets in Jack’s face and shoves him off of the chair, only for a fan seated in the front row to stand up and stare a hole through Chris, who backs away cautiously.

Razz: “That’s Lucas Mann! Stank! Firewoman’s husband! If Jericho thought he could mess with Jack Quinn, he didn’t know that Jack has back-up!”
Russ: “More importantly, Firewoman, has a big emotional boost!”

Stank steps over the barricade and begins shouting his support for Firewoman while helping Jack to his feet and also holding him back to prevent the disqualification. Chris returns to the ring and eats a series of stomps as Firewoman is determined to wear the tread of her boots out on his face. Chris manages to catch a boot, upend Firewoman and roll her up for 2. Chris goes back to the injured leg only to take a kick to the face. Firewoman stands herself in the corner and dodges a corner splash, grabbing Chris by the head and yanking him down with a sling blade. Chris tries to pop up, but Firewoman stays on him with a bulldog-like tenacity as she rains down elbows on his head. Firewoman heads to the top and hits a missile dropkick, getting 2, but Chris clips the knee. Firewoman replies with a stiff elbow, but cannot fight her way out of an attempted Texas Cloverleaf, grabbing the ropes just as Chris turned her over. Chris drags Firewoman to the middle and flips into a jackknife cradle that gets 2. Chris then signals for the Walls of Jericho, but can’t turn it all the way through as Firewoman boots her way to freedom and the apron. As Firewoman stands up, Chris barrels into the knee again, sending her into a heap on the outside. While on the floor, Firewoman tears off her kneepad and limps to the ring where she nails Chris with a big boot that gets 2 only because Firewoman couldn’t make an immediate pinfall attempt. Firewoman slugs Chris to the corner as the two fight to the top. With the two standing on the top turnbuckle, Chris tries a superplex to the outside before Firewoman shoves him off onto the announce table. Firewoman then looks down, positions herself and crashes down on Chris with a Firesault, breaking the table and maybe a few ribs as both wrestlers lay in a heap.

Firewoman is the first to be upright, but is caught by a spear from Chris that pushes her through the barricade. Chris then breaks the count and returns to the outside to lock Firewoman in the Walls of Jericho before pulling back to a full Lion Tamer on the outside, drawing screams from Firewoman as Chris yells, “TELL THEM THAT YOU QUIT, YOU QUITTER! TELL THEM THAT YOU QUIT!” Hale’s count gets to 8 before Chris breaks the hold and returns again to the outside. Firewoman crawls away from Chris, who winds up face to face with Stank, who pays Chris no mind as he checks on Firewoman. Firewoman indignantly brushes off Stank’s concern and crawls to the ring where she pulls herself to the apron and back into the ring. Chris follows with a few taunts for Firewoman, but gets a boot in the gut for his troubles. Chris stomps away at the wounded Firewoman and then runs to the ropes to deliver a Lionsault that catches Firewoman’s knees, hurting both, but seemingly giving an adrenaline boost to Firewoman, who pops up and hits a Really Good Diamond Cutter on Chris, before a standing Firesault, a springboard Firesault and finally the BEST FIRESAULT EVAR! combine to get 2.9. Chris barely with it lays on the mat as Firewoman looks toward Jack and Stank with a massive grin.

Razz: “What is she thinking? That grin from Firewoman usually leads to someone getting severely hurt.”
Russ: “If it’s what I think she’s thinking, she’s about to show the teacher what she’s learned.”

Firewoman grabs Chris’ legs and turns him over into a Boston Crab position, drawing immediate groans and screams.

Russ: “FIREWALL! FIREWALL! SHE IS GOING TO TRY TO BEAT CHRIS JERICHO AT HIS OWN GAME!”

As Firewoman clutches for dear life, Chris drags them toward the ropes only for Firewoman to use everything in her to pull things to the center. As Firewoman increases the torque on Chris’ back, Chris taps out just before passing out.

Your winner (submission, 23:03), Firewoman!

Immediately after the bell is rung, Jack runs into the ring where Fire is celebrating. He spins her around to face him and the ring mic picks up the conversation.

FW: I did it!
JQ: I knew you could.
FW: Thanks, Jackie… I love you, big brother.

There’s a pause, and Firewoman throws her arms around her brother in a big hug. Jack is momentarily surprised and returns the hug as the crowd cheers the siblings.

The siblings are still hugging when there’s a change in Firewoman’s posture. Jack pulls back a bit and Fire slumps forward and then her head falls backward. Her eyes are closed and she appears to be unconscious. Jack eases her down to the mat and screams for the medical staff. They rush to the ring, watched closely by Lucas Mann, and begin to try to work on her, as the scene fades.