[Jack Quinn]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (#855)
Live! from Boise, Idaho
April 18, 2018

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match
Matt Folz vs. Jack Bullet

Triple Threat Match
Kylie Mignolio vs. Firewoman vs. Demon Smoke

Non-Title Match
Bridget O'Malley vs. Stank

Mai Muyo vs. Shizuru-Mume Maguniku Cox
Justin Sane vs. SYB
Awesome Bill From Dawsonville vs. Skurge
Texpress/Mac Flasher vs. The Circle/Zed
Stan Fulton vs. Mike Hock



Card subject to the blue field of Boise being a protected Smurf breeding ground

[Fire-Babe]

Cut to Fire and Stank's quarters where there's a good old-fashioned Firewoman tantrum going on, with lots of things being smashed. Lucky appears to be trying to calm things down but it isn't working.

L: Fire...just breathe--

FW: NO! You don't UNDERSTAND!....I....I will NOT go back...I did everything like I was supposed to...and he just CAN'T let me get out....

L: Folz?

Fire doesn't answer because she's dismantling the far wall with a lamp.

L: Oh...you mean Moo--

Lucky's words are cut off by a piece of drywall flying past him. Fire goes into her temple room and looks from the Erzulie Dantor and Erzulie Freda shrine, back and forth for a bit. With a primal scream she completely trashes the Freda shrine. In the meantime, Stank has come in.

S: What the--

FW: Just when I thought I was out, they PULL ME BACK IN~!

S: Fire, you agreed to--

FW: NO...I will NOT go back. You'll have to lock me up again first.

S: Look, it's not--

FW: NO!

Fire is clearly emotional (an understatement), although not crying. Stank doesn't know what to do, which is predictable, but even Lucky can't seem to think of anything. Fire is apparently satisfied with the destruction and pushes her way between Stank and Lucky.

S: Where you are going?

FW: Like I'm telling you. *to Lucky* Or you. You wanna lock me up, you'll have to find me first.

Fire disappears down the hallway. Stank and Lucky look at each other.

S: Should we--?

L: Probably.

They head off the same way, but they get to the loading dock just in time to see Fire scream off on her motorycle.

[Chris Eco]

Voice: Yep. Real healthy situation you've got there.

Stank and Lucky look up to see Ecosystem sitting high up on the loading dock, masked and ribs taped from earlier, swinging his legs.

Eco: I think more time with her brother is clearly what she needs. That really must be what's healthiest for her.

Stank: You want to come down here and say any of that, or are you just playing nah nah, can't reach me?

Eco: Well, if you have to know, I was planning to make a grand entrance down to you, but my ribs hurt a lot and I can't get down now.

Stank/Lucky: . . .

Eco: . . . So you guys want to help me down?

Stank and Lucky walk off.

Eco: Fine. Walk off! Walk back to MY former tag team partner who betrayed me. Little do you know, I have my own friends! Friends in high places! Soldiers ready to leap into battle at a moment's notice. Isn't that right?

Eco looks over to the side, and the camera pans to reveal . . .

Paul Smackage: Well, let me tell you something Junichiro! When Stan Fulton shows his face around here next, he's going to run right into the man with the plan from Grapevine, Texas. And my plan involves a forearm right between the legs - oh, not to the family jewels, brother, oh no, it's gonna wrap around that sexy, meaty thigh, and pull him into the old schoolboy. And if he kicks out of that, oh, that's where I got him, because then, I won't be reaching around his big ol' package, oh no, it's my arm around the neck, and my leg around the leg, for the nice and tight small package! Yeah, Paul Smackage likes his packages small, and his men nice and tight! I'll hold him down for three, I'll hold him down for five, ohhh, I might hold him for ten minutes if that's what it takes. Ol' Stan Fulton, you got a date with destiny, no, more than that, you've got a date with my package!

Eco: *sigh*

FADE

[Sportsguy]

We see Matt and Jaime Folz walking toward their car (or in Matt's case more like staggering due to losing almost half his blood) when they run into Stan Fulton about to get in his Kia.

Stan (Smiling): Jaime, you are brilliant, well spoken and sexy as hell. What the HELL are you still doing with this loser?

Matt laughs before the two share a Manly Hug of Mutual Respect.

Matt: Nice to see you too.... asshole.

Stan: You looked shocked to see me, you had no idea?

Matt: I knew Moose was talking to you, didn't know you'd made up your mind. Damn glad to see you though.

Stan: Likewise. I'd offer to buy you two dinner but doesn't look like you're up for it.

Matt: To put it mildly. Raincheck once we reach Boise?

Stan: Count on it.

The two fistbump.

Matt: This is going to be fun, you and I raising hell like the old days.

Stan (Nodding): Once a Saint...

Matt: ...Always a Saint.

FADE

[Chris Eco]

Mai, Zed and BRICK~! are celebrating after Mai & Zed's big win! Let's go to the tape!

MAC FLASHER & BRIDGET O’MALLEY vs. ZED & MAI MUYO

Match TBEIL – Zed and Mai get the win

On second thought, let's let them fill in the details!

Zed: Well, Mai, I said I didn't want to be on the other side of you, and I was right. I can't believe how you got Mac gushing blood like Roman Reigns within a minute from those strikes.

Mai: Me? What about you? I've never seen a 810-degree splash before! I didn't know it could be done!

BRICK~!: . . . I'm pretty sure Mai won on a rollup.

Zed/Mai: Shhhh!

Mai: Zed, thank you. Sincerely. I don't know quite how I feel about the path I'm on, but I have to be grateful for what you've done for me regardless. I . . . I want you to have this.

Mai takes a friendship bracelet out from her singlet and hands it to Zed. Somehow, despite leaving already, the crowd still boos. Zed grins.

Zed: Thank you, Mai. But come off it with the "don't know how I feel." You know exactly how you feel. You feel you deserve to be recognized as a champion. You feel you deserve better than having Mac and Bridget condescend to you, than having these fans turn on you the moment you stand up for yourself. You feel . . . you apparently feel like not listening to me. Mai? Mai?

Mai is distracted, suddenly looking at the reunion between Matt, Jaime and Stan Fulton. BRICK~! puts his hand on Zed's shoulder.

Mai: Yeah, Zed, sure, I got you . . .

BRICK~!: (quietly) This might be, uh, a moment - let's let her be.

Zed: Fine. (Zed hands BRICK~! his bracelet.) You hold this, it's sweaty and gross.

BRICK~! and Zed wander off as Mai continues staring, not noticing they left.

Mai: Sorry, I was listening . . . I got you, yeah, stand up . . .

Voice: You're distracted.

Mai: Sorry, yeah . . . just, you know, those are my two former tag partners, and I'm just thinking, you know, about what could have been--

Voice: Or what should be?

Mai: No, Zed, no, I'm good teaming with--

Mai turns around and it's Moosehead Jack, grinning.

Mai: Oh, fuck you very much.

Mai storms off.

FADE

[Leo]

Jack Bullet sits at a hotel eating a continental breakfast at a small table. Matt Folz sits down, fully looking like a man who went through hell the night before.

JB: If this is the part where you say I can't win the Onslaught Title on Mayhem and the Saints will rip me apart and how you just went through a war with Firewoman and I'm not Firewoman, save it.

MF: It's good that you recognize you can't win. And, you're right, you are no Firewoman. But, you see, what I can't figure out is how you beat Demon Smoke in an Onslaught Rules match, lose to him this last week and now get an Onslaught Title match. It couldn't have anything to you being Danny Taylor's guy.

JB: In as much as Danny would have a guy, I'm not necessarily inked to that role yet. I side with him. I side with Eco. I go off to Japan. I want to keep my options open.

MF: I didn't hear joining the Saints of Sinners side of things in there.

JB: I wasn't asked.

MF: We don't want you.

JB: Then why mention it?

MF: Look, right now we've got the deck stacked against Eco as much as we can and we don't want him pulling any aces from the hole.

JB: Maybe you should bring me on, I've got a great team name for me and Moosehead - Jacks or Better.

MF: Yeah, that's cute. The Saints on the cusp of owning the OOWF more than we ever had and we don't need a hiccup like you winning the Onslaught Title mucking that up.

JB: So you say it is a possibility.

MF: Even a blind squirrel can find a nut once in a while. Enjoy your powdered eggs and burnt bacon.

Folz gets up and leaves as the camera fades.

[Fire-Babe]

Firewoman walks into the Destroyitarium with her bag, and Father Lou. She glares at everyone and goes to what she assumes will be her room and slams the door.

MHJ: What happened.

FL: Nuthin'. I just reminded her how we do t'ings in da family.

MHJ: Ah, well, thanks.

FL: 'Tweren't a thing 'tall. Its yourself that has his hands full.

MHJ: How's that?

FL: I convinced her to come. Dat was easy. You all have the hard part. Ye got to convince herself t'stay. Mind ya...if she feels controlled 'tall...she'll bolt. Now. What d'ya have here for whiskey?

Moose shows Father Lou to the bar.

[Leo]

Matt Folz returns to the Destroyarium to find Moosehead Jack sitting at the bar, staring at a bottle of Jack Daniels. He seems in deep thought as his eyes follows the patterns made by the light in the dark liquid. Folz stands with his back to the bar and his arms across it, just chilling, waiting for Jack to speak in his own time.

MJ: I don’t want you fucking with Jack Bullet. I saw you talking to him at the hotel today. He’s no rookie you can psych out with bush league bullshit. You face him next week on Mayhem, Onslaught rules gives you 15 minutes, I want you to have him out in five.

MF: What, you don’t want Bullet becoming a strong ally for Eco.

Jack says nothing as he continues to stare at the bottle with his head on the bar.

MF: You don’t want him being Danny’s guy.

MJ: In as much as Danny would have a guy. A war is brewing. That’s two side. The Saints vs. Eco and the Bunnymen or whoever the hell he pulls out of his own asshole for this. Management doesn’t like strong stables. The nWo. The Four Horsemen. Controlling all the belts, selling all the merchandise. If Danny Taylor has a horse in this race he’ll keep putting him up for the Onslaught Title, or worse the World Title, until he wins it. Then he’ll book him in a best of 37 series against Paul Smackage or some shit to make sure he keeps it. Jack Bullet is a nobody in this right now. Don’t make him a somebody.

MF: Look, the day I can’t take out that geezer…

MJ: No, you feel that ping in the back of your brain right now. That’s your ego fucking with you, don’t let it. You beat Firewoman in a best of seven series. That’s not just impossible, it’s mythical. You should be riding around on a fucking unicorn right now. Don’t let that geezer knock you off it. Now, let us drink this liquor.

MF: You’re sharing your booze with me?

MJ: I meant the royal us, get your own drink.

Jack yanks the bottle off the bar and walks off as the camera fades.

[Sportsguy]

We see Matt Folz in front of a ninja cam.

Matt: First things first, I should have done this last night and I apologize for not doing so, but I want to say something to Firewoman. I realize she doesn't want to see me face to face right now and quite frankly I can understand why so I'll say this live here on national television. (Matt starts clapping) No tricks, no reverse psychology bullshit I'm being completely honest here: As far as I'm concerned, that was the motherfucking match of the year last night. And I want to thank you for bringing your absolute best and making me raise my game to an even higher level. Even though I got my hand raised, that match could have gone either way. You don't have a thing to be ashamed of, you accomplished your goal of making me bleed.... in fact, if that match had gone 2 more minutes, I might not be here right now.

Moving on to my opponent this week. Jack, despite our little run in at breakfast this morning, I actually am a fan of yours. Great promos and even better in ring work, and under normal circumstances we could go out there and have one hell of a match. The problem for you is that these are not normal circumstances. See after that absolute war last night, I'm going to want to get down to business and finish you off as soon as possible this week. What that means for you is that while I won't spend a ton of time inflicting pain on you, it will be INTENSE while it lasts. Since I'm in kind of a retro mood lately I'll leave you with an old phrase "It's nothing personal, Just business."

Now then Mr Cameraman, if you'd like to follow me I have one more piece of business to take care of during this '3 in one' promo.

Matt walks down the hallway and knocks on the door of a hotel suite. We hear a voice say "Come in". Matt opens the door and we see Eco lying back with an ice pack on his ribs.

Matt: Please, don't get up. Stan and I weren't always friends, I know from multiple experiences that drop line hurts like a bitch.

Eco: What do you want Matt?

Matt: I'll start with something nice. I appreciate what you said about me being the next LD Williams. The rest of your diatribe though was pure bullshit.

Eco: How so?

Matt: Moose isn't holding anyone back. I'm just coming off one of the best matches of my career and Stank was World Champion only a few months ago. And no one, not Me, not Stank not her own brother can hold Fire back. Now you were right about founding this company, but you and I both know you have no friends. A fact that will become readily apparent if you continue to try and start a war with the Saints. So that's why I'm here with an offer.

Eco: Go on.

Matt: You follow your sister's advice. "Never start a war you can't win". You stop fucking with Moose, you stop fucking with the rest of the Saints, you stop using Fire in a futile attempt to get back on the board. You walk, tonight. Hell, you have more money than everyone in this company combined, why don't you just go buy an island and live in peace?

Eco: Fuck you Matt.

Matt smiles.

Matt: Good. The truth is I was really hoping you'd say no. There are very few things more I'd like to do than leave you unconscious in a pool of your own blood. At least now I can do it with a clean conscience because you were too fucking stupid to walk away when you had the chance. Have a nice night Juni.

Matt heads to the door and then pauses and turns back around.

Matt: As long as I'm here, mind if I ask you something?

Eco: Sure.

Matt: When the war- and there will be a war I don't think either of us doubt that- when the war does start who's side do you think Mai will choose? 2 of her closest friends who have said repeatedly they only want what's best for her? Or the brother who only pretends to give a shit about her when it's convenient for him?

Eco: That's not true.

Matt: I can probably go through the archives and find 40 different times that prove my point, but it's late, I have a headache and there's Hockey to watch. So I'll just say this: No matter what's gone down between her and I over the years, I've NEVER lied to her and I sure as hell never took a sledgehammer to her ankle.

Matt turns and walks out as we FADE.

[Leo]

Below takes place Friday morning.

Jack Bullet sits at another hotel eating another continental breakfast when Matt Folz once again sits down across from him.

JB: Is this déjà vu all over again, again?

MF: Look, Jack, I’m not going to apologize for anything I said yesterday morning to you or with Moosehead last night. What I said to the ninja camera in the hallway is how I really feel about you. The match with Firewoman scrambled my brains, but the fog is starting to lift. I do respect you, but I’ve got to do what I’ve got to do on Mayhem. A war is brewing and the Saints just don’t have to have eyes in the back of their heads. We have to have eyes in a 360 degree direction. If you’re going to be part of this we have to know if you’re coming in on Eco’s side, or Danny’s side or what. My friendly advice, go to Japan and spend the summer wrestling legends matches against Great Muta and Jushin Thunder Liger. I’d watch the hell out of those.

JB: I appreciate that and that’s not off the table yet. What I’m going to do, Mayhem might help clear up.

MF: Like if you leave it Onslaught Champion?

JB: Something like that.

MF: Again, Japan, beautiful country, visit it again while you can.

Folz stands up and exits as we fade.

[DevSop]

*Inside that same hotel suite*

A phone rings and Eco groans as he rolls over and looks at the number. He looks a little perplexed.

Eco: Who is this and how did you get this number?

Eco listens and tries to keep a neutral expression on his face but there are some expressions of something.

Eco: Right. I understand. They have her ear, what do you want me to do.

Eco starts looking a little frustrated.

Eco: I know who she is to both of us. She's my sister. She won't join them.

Eco nods a few times.

Eco: When the time comes will you be there?

Eco starts to grin a little.

Eco: It will explode sooner rather than later. And for all my faults, of which I know there are many, I am not the Saints and I do not want this company to burn. I know you don't either.

Eco nods a few more times.

Eco: Don't get here too late. Or is that your goal...pick off the pieces that are remaining.

Eco starts to get a little annoyed.

Eco: Trust you...are you serious? I hate you, you know that right.

No body language from Eco.

Eco: Fine. I don't hate you. Have you heard from your brother-in-law or sister-in-law? They just vanished and I figured they'd be right in the middle of this but they turned tail.

A look of surprise crosses in front of Eco's face.

Eco: What do you mean no one has seen or heard from the twins in months? People like them don't just vanish. They are way too high-profile. Find them. I need them hear.

A grunting comes from Eco.

Eco: Yes. I know he hates me truly, but he hates them more. And he's not that selfish. Well, not really.

A pause...

Eco: Just keep me informed and let me know if you can find anyone else who has some free time.

Eco hangs up the phone and starts rubbing his hands together as we...

*Fade*

[Jack Quinn]

<Moose is behind the bar about to grab a glass when he stops and turns around and looks at the unopened liquor. then sets it on the shelf>

MHJ: Not yet

<just then Stan, Folz and Stank walk into the bar>

MHJ: Hey Lucas, you talk to Fire?

S: Yeah she called me from Frisco earlier

MHJ: Any progress?

S: Nope

MF: So......what do we do?

MHJ: Give her time

MF: She gave her word.....

MHJ: Which is why she will be here. Fire does not like doing things any way other than her way. She'll come around

SF: Always drama with that one, eh?

MHJ: Always, but that's Fire. Stan, I need you to do one thing

SF: Name it

MHJ: Destroy.

SF: That's why I came back

S: How far do you think Juni is going to take this

MHJ: You saw the promo

MF: You don't think he would.....

S: Of course he would. Eco is a little weasel with no principles, he would bring back Adolf Hitler from the dead if it thought it would help him win

SF: Harsh!

MF: But true. So, right now we have Zed's word, and Crusher back, anyone else?

SF: What's the deal with that Bullet guy?

S: Old school Texas face, fans love him, but the dude definitely has a mean streak, his feuds with Carter and Zed were bloodbaths

MF: What about Mai?

MHJ: No reason to pressure Mai, she is exactly where she needs to be

S: I haven't felt the tension like this around here since the last war

MHJ: I know, it's great, ain't it. All we need is one little spark and this place is going to explode

SF: And why do I feel like you are holding a box of matches

MHJ: <lighting a match to light his cigar and smirking> Trust me

<fade>

[snelson66]

FADE in on the OOWF interview banner. Standing there with a microphone is OOWF-TV News reporter Joyce Summers.

JS: “Today I have a very special guest. Please welcome back, OOWF Grand Slam and Six-Pack Champion, The Crusher Stan Fulton.”

Fulton walks up into the interview area wearing a (very large) suit and tie.

SF: “Joyce.”

JS: “Mr. Fulton.”

SF: “Please, call me Stan.”

JS: “Stan then. First question is an obvious one. Why did you come back to the OOWF?”

SF: “First, I never truly left. Like Matt and I said earlier this week. ‘Once a Saint, always a Saint.’ You don’t leave that until you’re carried out in a pine box. Second, I’ve been watching OOWF television lately. And when my friend Moosehead Jack called me and said a war is brewing and he wanted my help, I couldn’t stop myself from coming back.”

JS: “What about the rumors that Ecosystem also asked you about coming back?”

SF: “Those rumors are, in fact, true. Juni and I have a past together. I won my tag team championship with him. I hold no grudge against Juni. On the contrary, I consider him an astute businessman and great wrestler. His sister is someone I once thought of as my best friend. But Moose is my sensei. He’s my leader. Where he points, I go.”

JS: “Sounds like you’re just a dog on Moose’s leash.”

Fulton holds his temper in... just barely.

SF: “Get this through your head, Ms. Summers. I’m nobody’s bitch. Moose is my teacher and my boss. If he said, attack you, I’d have you crumpled in a heap on the floor here. However, I’d have to know that you were a threat to the Saints for that to happen. You’re not so I would say ‘No’ to that order. I’m not a random mercenary. I’m a soldier in the Saints army.”

JS: “There seems to be a lot of strife in the Saints with the arrival of Moose’s sister.”

SF: “If you say so. I just got here.”

JS: “You said you’ve been watching...”

SF: “As I said. I just got here.”

JS: “Moving on.”

SF: “Good idea.”

JS: “Are you here for a long while or just until the strife blows over?”

SF: “You know, that’s a very good question. One which I haven’t thought about yet. I didn’t plan on coming back until last week so I don’t know how long I’ll be here. Maybe enough to win a few championships, break a few careers and move on again. I just watched the Andre the Giant documentary. Great film, by the way. Hope that leads to more HBO Sports films. Anyway, I like what Andre did at the start of his career; come into a promotion, work a few dates, move on to the next promotion. We’ll see what happens. I’m here until Moose says he doesn’t need me anymore.”

JS: “Why did you leave last time. I would guess Moosehead Jack needed you then.”

SF: “I was mentally exhausted. I was here for the wrestling and, frankly, the product wasn’t very good anymore. And it wasn’t worth the stress I was putting on myself to compete in that atmosphere. Not to mention, the injuries; I was hurt and I needed some time away to heal. As everyone here knows, the OOWF is the most brutal of promotions.”

JS: “You have a lot of history with the Saints, both good and bad.”

SF: “I do. Folz and I have a storied history. There’s always been respect, but since he’s a Packers fan, I naturally hate him.” (This is said with tongue firmly in cheek, though...)

JS: “So you can work with a man like that?”

SF: “It’s just football, Ms. Summers. It’s not that big of a deal. I was kidding. Sort of.”

JS: “Uh...”

SF: “It’s like this. Folz has no taste when it comes to football or dressing himself. He’s got great taste in significant others and wrestling factions. And he’s probably the best wrestler in this company. That enough for you?”

JS: “Any final words?”

SF: “A few. And they go to whomever wants to come up against me or the Saints. I will, flat out, hurt you. I’m over 300 pounds and strong enough to bend everyone except maybe Stank. I’m a martial artist which means I’m not a big lumbering oaf. Don’t mess with me. And I’m one of the Saints. You mess with them, you’ve messed with me. And I will mess you up. But, if you think you have the ability...”

Fulton moves in towards the camera.

SF: “Enjoy the pain.”

FADE

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene finds MAC FLASHER sitting across a table, and listening to advice from CHAD MADISON and ZANE MYERS, who are each enjoying their respective breakfasts*

CHAD: “… All I’m saying to you, kid, is that you are THE OOWF World Champion. That carries a lot of sway in this industry and I’d hate to see you throw it away.”

ZANE: “Chad’s right. You worked so hard to get that championship and you aren’t really maximizing your time as champion. Sure, you have that match with Bridget in Johnstown that I don’t think you wanted all that much. But you haven’t been getting all you can get from this reign.”

*MAC nods*

CM: “If I were you – and I have been you – I wouldn’t be holed up in my hotel room playing video games. I’d be in every bar, saloon, salon, watering hole, 19th hole, pub and gastropub showing off that gold and trying to have a good time.”

ZM: “… And that’s why you lost that championship. It’s about the constant vigilance of your next challenge. Nobody can predict who is going to show up and beat you because just about anyone in this company … Well, aside from Sizzlechest, is capable of carrying that gold. But knowledge carries a lot of power and it can extend your title reign just a bit. When was the last time you studied film?”

MF: “I did watch the Andre the Giant HBO documentary. Does that count?”

*ZANE sighs and facepalms*

MF: “I’m going to guess that it doesn’t count.”

ZM: “Look. We have The Circle and Zed on Wednesday. I’m going to pay for this breakfast before you and I get the iPads and check out what Zed and The Circle have been doing for the past 90 days. Chad, you’d do well to join us.”

CM: “Naw. I’m gonna call my friend Red and see if she’s up for a training session.”

ZM: “Suit yourself.”

*ZANE and a reluctant MAC stand up as CHAD starts a phone call before walking away*

CM (within an earshot of Zane and Mac): “Hey, Red! ... Yeah. He’s heading off with Zane to watch some film. I was wondering if you’re available to get your cardio up …”

*the feed switches to ZANE and MAC*

MF: “Zane. Wait a second. How does this ‘Red’ that Chad was talking know who I … Oh, God.”

*MAC hastily sprints toward CHAD*

MF: “CHAD! CHAD! DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!”

*MAC tackles CHAD, dislodging the phone from his grip only to see that CHAD was never on the phone, let alone with BRIDGET O’MALLEY*

CM (while standing up and dusting himself off): “ZANE! HE’S READY FOR WEDNESDAY!”

*CHAD chuckles and helps MAC up while ZANE can be seen in the distance shaking his head as the scene fades*

[L!zz~]

(Kylie is seen watching past episodes of OOWF TV and taking notes)

Bridget: No..that isn't the way to do this.

Kylie: It's not?

Bridget: No.

Kylie: ook...

Bridget: C'mon lets go get something to eat and I'll tell you what's really been going on around here. (pauses) Where's the kid?

Kylie: Pi took her to the park...

Bridget: Great...let's go

Kylie: (rises) I pick this time..

Bridget: Fine ...fine...

(scene fades as the ladies leave)

[DrMcAwesome]

*as MAC FLASHER and BRIDGET O’MALLEY can be seen exiting the Spin Hansen Memorial Training Center, JUNICHIRO “ECOSYSTEM” MUYO casually bumps into the pair and feigns shock at the coincidence*

JUNICHIRO: “Kids! What a surprise! You two training hard for Home Sweet Hell in … What is that place? Jonestown?”

MAC: “Johnstown.”

JM: “Ah, yes. Well, if my memory of that place serves me right, the suicide rate is about the same. Am I right?”

*BRIDGET and MAC glare at JUNICHIRO, who was looking for an affirming high-five*

JM: “Oh … Well … Ummm. You two excited?”

BRIDGET: “Juni … We’re just trying to get to that date. Until then, there are going to be some challenges ahead of us if we both want to be champions going into that main event.”

JM: “Typical do-gooder response. This is why Zed hates you. This feigned hokey modesty … Heeeeeey, Mac. Speaking of Zed, did that provision for Johnstown that I suggested to you make it into the contract that you signed in front of Zed? Very emphatically, I might add.”

MF: “Yes.”

BO’M: “Wait. What provision?”

JM: “Well, I had suggested to Mac that Zed be … Well, how about I let Mac tell you.”

MF: “Zed is banned from the building immediately following his match. BRICK~!, too. If they're inside the building while the match is going on, both are fired on the spot.”

BO’M: “Wait. That’s what it took for you to sign that contract? Getting Zed and BRICK~! banned from the building?”

MF: “Do you want there to be a winner or not?”

BO’M: “Well. I guess I do. But do you really think that Zed would interfere a second year in a row?”

JM and MF (in unison): “Yes.”

BO’M: “So … Wait. Why is Ecosystem so interested in making sure that we have a clear winner in Johnstown?”

JM: “Because while I do not get your appeal. A second straight hometown screwjob finish would kill the town. Not like in the town ceases to be – because I think the city can do that pretty well on its own – but more in the sense that OOWF wouldn’t be able to make good money in Johnstown because the fans wouldn’t want to come see their hometown heroes get the short end of the stick. While I find you two to be largely insufferable, I still need to consider that when I regain my stature as Chairman; Junichiro Muyo the businessman needs to fireproof as many bridges as he can. While you two may never be Team Ecosystem, I’m hoping that you can realize that you can be valued members of Team Juni.”

MF: “What’s your endgame?”

JM: “It’s my take of Kaz Hayashi’s ‘Final Cut.’”

*MAC facepalms and BRIDGET rolls her eyes*

JM: “Oh. You mean the final stages toward my desired result.”

*MAC and BRIDGET nod*

JM: “I’m simply trying to gain your trust as this giant gray cloud created by the Saints of Sinners begins to cover this place. “Crusher” Fulton just returned from retirement to join their side, so there’s a bit of urgency on my end. Plus, MacIntosh … You’ve had plenty of issues with the Saints and it seems that Zed has some association with them. You, Bridget and Ms. Mignolio would be wise to find some backup. We don’t have to be friends. This is just an understanding that we’re people with similar goals and enemies.”

*MAC and BRIDGET converse as secretly as the INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA allows*

JM: “What will it take for you to trust me? Guaranteed bonuses when I can authorize those things again? Never having to appear on weekend house shows? Me being the special guest referee in your match in Johnstown?”

*BRIDGET looks at MAC with a raised eyebrow before turning to JUNICHIRO*

BO’M: “I never thought I’d say this, but … That’s not a bad idea. Like you dislike both of us equally, so you’re not going to screw one over. Maybe both of us, but … You just talked about guaranteeing a winner to keep OOWF in the good graces of Johnstown’s fans. Mac. I honestly think that this is a fantastic option.”

MF: “What’s wrong with Davis Hightower? Mel Creech? ‘Junior’ Hale? Angelo Barros? Why does it have to be you?”

JM: “I won’t be unconscious in a locker room 30 minutes before your match. Or at the very least, I’d be enough of an asshole to follow through and find out who attacked me.”

MF: “Wasn’t it Zed? I thought that’s what we all surmised.”

JM: “Like your Cherry Coke bottle messages, Mac, nobody ever followed through on that. I guess Zed’s as good as any suspect in this forgotten whodunit. But that’s why you need me in that ring. You have my word that Zed will not set one foot in that ring and that I’ll be raising the winner’s hand at the end of your match. I’m not going to beg, but I do await your decision. You know where to find me, kids.”

*JUNICHIRO pats both MAC and BRIDGET on the shoulder before heading to the training center. Understandably, MAC and BRIDGET are skeptical*

BO’M: “If it’s Ecosystem making that offer, I’d be shooting his ass down immediately. But that’s Junichiro. I feel that Junichiro Muyo won’t go back on his word, especially if trying to rope us into his corner.”

MF: “You obviously haven’t been paying attention. We’re only of value until he gets what he wants from us. Be it Ecosystem or Junichiro Muyo.”

BO’M: “Maybe we go in with that understanding, but with a goal of getting what we can from him until things go south. Admit it, Mac. You want this, too. Plus, he’s not going to screw us over when he is actively seeking our help.”

MF: “That speech may have worked on Sizzlechest, but …”

*SHIZURU-MUNE MANGYUNIKU-COX, dressed in military fatigues, darts past BRIDGET and MAC into the training center’s door in hopes of finding JUNICHIRO*

SHIZURU-MUNE: “Oh captain, Sizzlechest’s captain! Sizzlechest ready for battle beside No. 1 super genius!”

MF: “… As I was saying.”

BO’M: “Mac. Just consider it. It’s better than living in fear of Zed ruining what should be the greatest match of our careers.”

MF: “But what if it’s …”

BO’M: “Stop with the what-ifs. Just take it at face value and go from there. There’s no way that we both can lose our championships, even if he screws us over. He doesn’t have that power any longer. But that’s on you to agree to these terms. You already let him influence this Zed ban anyway. What’s one more thing? He wants to help us, even if he’ll never admit it.”

MF: “I just …”

BO’M: “Mac. I have to make an appearance at a radio station that I’m already late for. Just … Consider this.”

*BRIDGET kisses MAC on the cheek and walks away while MAC sighs and ponders JUNICHIRO’s offer as the scene fades*

[DrMcAwesome]

*MAC FLASHER and SEXY FEMALE JOURNALIST 37.1 are standing in front of a dusty OOWF interview banner*

SFJ37.1: “Mac, I’m sure that you have heard the news about wrestling legend Bruno Sammartino.”

MAC: “I have. Before I share them, I need to do one thing.”

*MAC waves KAYFABE over to the interview area. KAYFABE then produces a pair of quad chairs and two Cherry Coke bottles. MAC and KAYFABE sit down in their respective chairs and toast the Cherry Cokes before MAC takes the mic from SFJ 37.1, who steps out of the shot*

MF: “As I was saying … When I first discovered professional wrestling, Bruno Sammartino was simply a talking head in a red sportcoat while Vince McMahon Jr. was taking his father’s company to the stratosphere. While Hulk Hogan helped Vince Jr. achieve those heights with the WWF, it was Bruno’s back that Vince Sr. built the WWWF on. Even with Bruno in his 50s, a segment with Randy Savage after he had injured Ricky Steamboat in storyline convinced me that Bruno was kind of a legit badass. Growing up within an hour of Pittsburgh, it didn’t hurt that Bruno was a Pittsburgh guy.

“All the while, Bruno was not the guy who made me a wrestling fan. That was actually a combination of Hulk Hogan and The Junkyard Dog. When I learned what professional wrestling’s history entailed. Stuff that happened long before I was born. It felt like almost every road led to Bruno. Almost every key happening of wrestling in my lifetime either happened because of him, or was a nod to his influence. For the longest time, I could only read of Bruno’s feats as a wrestler and as one of the biggest icons in professional wrestling.

“As is normally the case. The internet changed everything. Now I could see what made Bruno what he was. While the footage isn’t plentiful, it opened my eyes to a different time in the sport. It helped me appreciate a man who came from humble beginnings in Italy and became a hero for fans of almost all ethnicities in the northeast territory. While he was never a showman if you asked him, Bruno’s matches could be technical masterpieces or wild brawls that could have incited riots in cities that didn’t need much encouragement. If you ever need a quick primer, any footage from his feud with Larry Zbyzsko should be very high on your list.

“He’s a man who sold out and headlined Madison Square Garden 187 times as a wrestler, and once more as he was getting inducted into WWE’s Hall of Fame, but – as cliche as it sounds – he never forgot his roots and the work ethic that helped him reach the heights that he achieved as a professional wrestler, and a champion to so many wrestling fans during his time … And well after it.

“Thank you, Bruno.”

*MAC hands the microphone back to SFJ 37.1 before departing as the scene fades*

[Chris Eco]

BRICK~! comes out into a single spotlight.

BRICK~!: In light of the loss of the WWE Hall of Famer Bruno Sammartino, the eleven-year World Champion, and Mac Flasher's heartfelt, out-of-"character" words, I have some heartfelt words to share from the Last True Role Model, Zed.

BRICK~! clears his throat and reads from a speech.

BRICK~!: Bruno Sammartino was an overrated, no-talent, boring-ass cheap ethnic joke who couldn't talk for shit and couldn't wrestle his way out of a wet paper bag, and his only redeeming qualities were being a little less lazy than the average Italian, and being a lot less ugly and poor than the average resident of Boise, Idaho.

The crowd's boos begin to turn into garbage throwing. BRICK~! beats it up the ramp but turns around at the end.

BRICK~!: By all means, pray for Bruno's miserable soul. But don't forget to thank God too. Thank God that He continues to take out yesterday's garbage, and replace them with true heroes like Zed . . . and no one else.

BRICK~! ducks back behind the curtain as people start throwing chairs.

FADE

[Fire-Babe]

Firewoman in her office on the phone.

FW: Yes....that's EXACTLY what I was talking about......no, I know, I had to leave to .... clear my head a bit........I know, if I'd have been here the show would have gone on air without a hitch, but really that's not TECHNICALLY my responsibility, is it?.................Well, whatever you're thinking about, make it quick. You have my recommendation, and you'd be stupid to not just take it.......Yes, stupid.....no, I've never pulled punches, you all should know that by now.....I'm sure it will be on OOWF-TV by end of day, at least for the streaming customers......okay, bye.

Fire hangs up and puts her head between her hands over her desk to try and alleviate her headache.

[Chris Eco]

Even earlier . . .

Police Officer #1: Sarge, we got a bomb threat on the line for the Boise arena.

Police Sergeant: Oh heck, it's probably one of them dang kids prank-calling.

Police Officer #2: I don't know sir - he sounded pretty mad about some of the stuff the wrestlers were saying.

Police Sergeant: Oh what, did they call the people of Boise ugly and poor?

Police Officer #1: T'wasn't just that - they said Bruno Sammartino couldn't wrestle!

The police sergeant stands straight up.

Police Sergeant: SHUT. IT. DOWN. That's incitement if I ever heard it! Send the bomb squad!

Police Officer #2: Sir, we're Boise. We don't have a bomb squad.

Police Sergeant: Well, call whoever's in charge over there, yell at them a lot, and bring the dogs that sniff things!

FADE

[snelson66]

FADE in on The Crusher Stan Fulton checking updates on his iPhone 8 Plus.

“They’re going to blame this on my return. I just know it.”

Fulton sighs as we FADE.

[Sportsguy]

We fade in and see Matt smiling at Stan.

Matt: I'm not SAYING this is your fault, but it is a hell of a coincidence.

Stan: Shut the fuck up.

Matt laughs and Stan tries and fails to hide a smile as we FADE.

[Jack Quinn]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (#855)
Live! from Boise, Idaho
April 18, 2018

STAN FULTON vs. MAX POWER

Mike Hunt couldn’t make it tonight, so Max Powers draws the unenviable spot as replacement. He waits in the ring as Fulton makes his entrance. As soon as Stan steps between the ropes, he charges across the ring and nails Power with a clothesline. Fulton pulls Power to his feet and hits a beautiful spinning heel kick that catches Power upside the head. Fulton sends Power to the ropes and catches him with a big back bodydrop, then hits the ropes and drops a leg across Power’s chest. This one is already over. Fulton pulls Power to his feet and whips him into the corner then connects with an avalanche, holds onto Power and whips him to the ropes and on the rebound DESTROYS him with the CLEAR CUT! Powers is out, Fulton is not quite done, he pulls him up and LAUNCHES him over the top rope to the floor. Stan then steps onto the apron, runs the apron and drops the DROP LINE onto the floor! Powers is DEAD! EMT’s don’t even wait for the bell, they already head down the ring. Stan calmly steps into the ring and waits in the corner as the referee gives the fastest ten count in recorded history. Fulton wipes his hands, cracks his neck, looks at his “watch” and decides he has done enough for the moment. He heads to the back to a chorus of boos.
WINNER in 1:19 – Stan Fulton

JUSTIN SANE vs. SYB

SYB and Skurge put on a surprisingly competitive match, at least for a few minutes. SYB loses his cool after the referee blocks his attempt at a Jersey Turnpike. He rakes Justin’s eyes and throws him out of the ring. SYB follows and the two brawl around ringside. SYB hits Justin with everything but the kitchen sink, SYB crawls under the ring and literally comes out with the kitchen sink. He blasts SYB upside the head with it and they keep fighting, the referee has had enough and throws the match out.
WINNER – No Contest in 6:08

MAI vs. SHIZURU-MUME MAGUNIKU COX

This match would have been a lot nicer two months ago. Shizuru extends the hand to Mai Muyo to start - she rolls her eyes, puts her hands on her hips, and then finally extends it . . . Shiz pulls it back, with the universal gesture of "Too Slow!" Shizuru is laughing and then extends his hand for real, obviously meaning it as a harmless joke - and Mai grabs the hand and drops him with a short-arm clothesline! Mai mounts Shizzle as the bell rings and begins pounding away on him until the referee pulls her off - Mai breaks free and charges Shizuru, nailing him with the running knee to the head. Mai goes into the cover, Shizuru kicks out at two, Mai grabs him for a rear naked choke--Shizuru manages to roll to the ropes and get a break. Mai actually gives a break this time . . . and quickly bounds off the opposite ropes, charging for potentially another knee, but Shizuru goes low and backdrops Mai Muyo over the top rope!

. . . but Mai holds on to the top rope, and pulls herself up to the apron. Shizuru spots it though, and catches her with a dropkick to drop her off the apron! Mai goes down to the floor . . . she picks herself back up, and Shizuru flies off with an Arabian Moonsault onto Mai, flattening her on the floor! Shizuru feeds off the crowd's energy . . . they haven't all turned on Mai, but they're sure behind Shizzle right now--he throws Mai into the ring and then ascends to the top rope - Shizuru leaps with a flying molly-go-round - Mai catches him, POWERBOMB! Impressive shift of weight there . . . and Mai impresses again as she yanks him up, SECOND powerbomb! Mai picks Shizzle up one more time and charges with a BUCKLE BOMB! Good grief! Shizuru falls to his knees out of the turnbuckles and Mai grabs him around the neck in a split second - END-IS-HERE! Mai is just moving too fast to react to, and she comes out of her Cross Rhodes variant LEAPING to the top rope, not even thinking about a pin - SAVIOR SPLASH! Having spammed her entire moveset like a twelve-year-old playing Mortal Kombat, Mai goes into the cover: 1 - 2 - she got him.

WINNER by pinfall in 6:13 . . . Mai Muyo!

AWESOME BILL FROM DAWSONVILLE vs. SKURGE

The crowd is initially completely behind Bill on this one, booing Skurge anytime he gets some offense in. But as the match goes on, and Skurge keeps it mostly clean, he starts getting cheers for his offense. The two literally beat the hell out of one another with both being busted open early. The end comes after Skurge tries a Canadian Destroyer, but Bill Reverses it into a Dawg Bomb (Alabama Slam). Bill pulls Skurge up and hits a couple of bionic elbows, then pounces on Skurge and traps him in the Cuyler Clutch! Skurge tries to get to the ropes, but he falls just a little short and is forced to tap!
WINNER by submission, in 22:49 – Awesome Bill From Dawsonville

KYLIE MIGNOLIO vs. FIREWOMAN vs. DEMON SMOKE

All 3 are introduced, and Fire still looks PISSED over the events of the past week. The bell rings and she charges forward and hits Kylie with a lariat that turns her inside out. Smoke tries to attack Fire from behind, but Fire turns and nails him with hard chops before propelling him over the top rope. Smoke hits his head hard, and Fire rolls out of the ring and slams his head into the ring steps. The adrenaline quickly wears off however as Fire comes up holding her neck after nailing Smoke with a suplex. Kylie slides out and throws Fire into the guard rail before rolling Smoke back into the ring. Kylie heads to the top rope and nails a moonsault on Smoke. 1...2..3
WINNER (Pinfall, 11:35) Kylie Mignolio

THE CIRCLE & ZED vs. TEXPRESS & MAC FLASHER

These six put on an absolute clinic with near falls all over the place, some great double team spots, basically everything you would want in a match that this writer doesn’t have time to write. Kind of picture Freebirds/Von Erichs from back in the day. Anyway, the match ends when Zed grabs Chad for a package DDT while Shannon and Ghost fight with Zane outside the ring. As Zed is about to plant Chad, Mac grabs him from behind and hits a BACKSLIDE DRIVER! Chad rolls up Zed, one, two, THREE! Zed kicks out a fraction of a second too late, and he is FURIOUS! Mac slips from the ring and backs up the ramp, eyeing Zed, while pointing to his head.
WINNERS in 45:21 – Texpress & Mac Flasher


BRIDGET O’MALLEY vs. STANK – Non Title Match

Bridget is the underdog in this match and initially Stank shows why. He batters Bridget with clubbing blows and power moves, keeping her on the mat and grinding her down. The crowd is solidly behind her though, and they cheer and clap and stomp until she hulks up and makes a comeback on Stank. Bridget works Stank’s knees with hard kicks, then moves up and starts working the big man’s lower back. Bridget kicks it into a higher gear and has Stank on the ropes – literally – when Zed makes his way to the ring carrying a steel chair. The crowd boos him loudly. As Zed gets to ringside, the crowd erupts and here comes Mac Flasher. Inside the ring, Bridget and Stank fight along the ropes, Stank grabs her and whips her across the ring and tries a clothesline, but Bridget ducks it, as she hits the opposite ropes, Stank tries for a big boot but Bridget holds onto the ropes. On the outside Zed and Mac are fighting for the chair, Zed releases the chair and the chair swings back up over Mac’s head and hits Bridget right on the back of the head! She staggers forward (the ref did not see it) and Stank kicks her in the gut and hits a STANKONIA! Stank covers, one, two, THREE!
WINNER in 15:21 – Stank

This time Zed backs up the ramp pointing at his head and smirking. Mac is LIVID, he rolls into the ring to check on Bridget, and she is none too happy with him, she storms off to the back, Mac gives Stank a look and he just laughs at him.

MATT FOLZ vs. JACK BULLET – OOWF Onslaught Championship Match

Mike Elevenbee stands in the center of the ring with a general crowd hum behind him.

ME: Your Mid-Week Mayhem main event is set for one fall to a finish under Onslaught Rules and is for the OOWF Onslaught Title. Introducing first, at a weight of 215 pounds from Des Moines, Iowa. The “Silver Eagle” Jack Bullet.

Jack Bullet comes out from the back holding Coat Rack Steve Richards. Ellsworth the Eagle is perched on top and squawks to the fans as they cheer the weird trio to the ring.
ME: And from Green Bay, Wisconsin, weighing in at 225 pounds, the OOWF Onslaught Champion, representing the Saints of Sinners, Matt Folz.

Russ: Matt Folz fought a war with Firewoman and came out victorious last week in their best of seven series. However, he gets no pushover tonight in Jack Bullet.
Razz: I have to say that Folz had a point earlier in the week. Bullet wins over Demon Smoke, loses a rematch and now gets a title shot.
Russ: Rumors are swirling that if a civil war breaks out between the Saints and Eco, Jack Bullet might be the company man representing the wishes of Danny Taylor.

Referee Davis Hightower encourages the two men to shake hands, per Onslaught rules. Bullet quickly extends his hand. Folz steps forward, takes it, and give it one firm shake.

Russ: That type of sportsmanship is great to see. Folz and Bullet maybe got off on the wrong foot, but I really do believe that the champ respects the Silver Eagle.

The bell rings. The pair lockup and Folz uses his height advantage to back Bullet into the near corner. Hightower calls for the break and Folz gives it, to drive home the respect notion. They go to lockup again, but Bullet goes low for a heel pick and takes Matt off his feet. He tries a spinning toehold, but Folz puts his other foot into Bullet’s gut and pushes him off into the ropes. Folz kips up as Jack rolls off the ropes and springs out of the roll for a diving clothesline that takes Matt off his feet again.

Jack hooks Matt and brings him up for a suplex, but Folz blocks and reverses. He flips over to be on top of Jack. He teases slapping him in the face, but just smiles and stands up. Bullet follows. They both go into the ropes. Jack tries to sidestep Matt, but is caught with a knee to the midsection. He flips over to the canvas and Folz follows with an elbow drop, but Jack rolls out of the way. Bullet tries to press the advantage, but Folz surprises with an armdrag and works an armbar on the mat.

Russ: Folz using one of Bullet’s favorite pet moves. Showing he’s certainly studied the crafty veteran.
Razz: Moosehead Jack said he wanted Bullet taken out in five minutes, but Folz doesn’t seem to be in any rush here.

The men work their way up. Bullet shoves Folz off into the ropes. Jack stands his ground, but Matt gets the better of a shoulderblock and puts Bullet on the mat. Jack kicks Folz in the knee and he bends over to grab it. Jack kips up to collar Folz and fires back with a DDT. He covers for two.

Bullet pulls Folz up and hooks him for a slingshot suplex. Jack floats over for another two count. Bullet hoists Matt again and nails a brainbuster suplex. He covers and Folz puts his foot on the near rope.

Matt Folz has used his first rope break.

Russ: Now it seems like Jack Bullet is kicking this out into another gear to earn the fast win.

Bullet points to the top rope and the fans cheer. Jack perches on top, eyeing Folz, who suddenly spring up and rushes to meet Jack on the top turnbuckle. He throw the Silver Eagle clear across the ring with a pop-up belly to belly superplex.

Razz: Maybe Folz was playing opossum a bit. We’ll see how he kicks it up a notch from here.

Both men make their feet, but Folz goes low and comes up underneath Bullet to have him across the shoulders. He falls back with a Samoan drop and covers for two. Folz pulls Bullet up and across one shoulder this time for a power slam and another two count on the cover. Folz pulls Bullet up again with one arm around his head and the underneath his arm. He reels off a head and arm suplex and covers. Bullet gets his foot on the bottom rope for the break of the cover.

Jack Bullet has used his first rope break.

Folz pulls Bullet up by the arm and whips him into the ropes. He bends over for a backdrop, but Jack leaps over him and goes for a sunset flip. Folz blocks and drops down to pin Bullet’s shoulders. Jacks shakes him off after a two count. Bullet goes into the ropes and comes off with a savat kick, but Folz walks into the kick, grabs the leg with one arm and hooks the shoulder with the other for a capture suplex. He floats over for the one…two…Jack’s foot finds the near bottom rope.

Jack Bullet has used his second rope break.

Russ: Matt Folz has certainly picked up the pace with a lot of high impact moves. He literally has the Silver Eagle on the ropes.
Razz: Think of that one all by yourself.

Folz picks up Bullet and body slams him. He then steps on his chest for the cover and Jack easily reaches out and grabs the bottom rope.
Jack Bullet has used his third rope break.

Razz: Strategy. Folz made Bullet waste his last rope break. Now, Jack can have his whole damn body in the ropes and it’s not going to help him.

Folz brings Bullet out to the center of the ring. He straightens him up with a European uppercut and then fire off a standing dropkick. Bullet goes down. Matt drops an elbow, then sits up on his knees on the canvas, not going for the cover. He points at Bullet’s feet and the crowd jeers. Folz goes for the anklelock. Bullet pushes up on his hands and crawls to the ropes, Folz lets him. Hightower shrugs. Folz pulls Jack back to the middle of the ring.

Ruzz: As you said, Razz, sound strategy. Folz can use that anklelock now and the ropes won’t do anything to break the submission hold.

Bullet pushes himself up farther on his hands, gets his other leg underneath him and kicks off and up. He catches Folz in the jaw with the right foot and that makes him let go of the left ankle. Matt slumps into the near ropes, holding his jaw. Bullet stands a bit gimpy and Folz comes for him hot off the ropes. Jack plants his good leg and uses the left to catch Folz with an enzuigiri as he approaches. Folz comes up to find his arm grabbed and it’s arm dragging time with the Silver Eagle.

After five successive arm drags, Folz manages to break off and back into the near corner. Bullet grabs Folz and whips him to the far corner. Bullet hits the Eagle Splash in the corner. Folz stumbles out up against Jack, but grips him around the waist and hits a release belly to belly suplex.

Russ: Matt Folz is not the only suplex expert. He’ll find the Silver Eagle has a nice array of those himself.

To prove Russ right, Bullet brings Folz up with a double underhook and hits a butterfly suplex. He covers for two. Jack pulls Folz up again with a waistlock. He cinches it tight and flips Folz over with a bridge for a northern lights suplex. Folz fights and Bullet can’t hold the bridge, it gets a two count. Jack sits up on the canvas and points to the top rope. The fans cheer.

Razz: This was a bad idea before, I bet it’s going to be a bad idea now.

Bullet goes up top, but Folz gets up as he climbs and meets him from mat. Folz uses his height advantage to come up underneath Bullet. He runs across the ring and plants him in the center with a running Liger Bomb.

Russ: Hell of a move, but Folz isn’t going for the cover. He wants that submission.
Razz: Jack Bullet doesn’t have a lot of submission losses on his record. And he also famously doesn’t tap out like most today, he shakes his head or verbally submit like a true old school wrestler.

Folz clamps on the ankle lock. Bullet pushes up on his hands and tries the same break he did before, but Folz stands up straight as he torques the ankle. Jack tries to roll over, but can’t do that either

Russ: The ropes can’t help Jack Bullet now, even if he could reach them. There is nowhere for the Silver Eagle to go.

Razz: He could try to hold on for the moral victory tie, but that’s not going to do him any good in the long run.

Hightower asks Bullet if he wants to quit. He says no. He screams in pain. Hightower asks again and he says no Folz tightens his grip with everything he’s got in him. Bullet is fading fast, Folz is going to break his ankle! Bullet goes limp and the referee moves in to check on him. Feeling him go limp, Folz appears to loosen the hold just a fraction. The referee gets back to his feet and is about to call for the bell when Bullet rolls forward pulling Folz to the mat, and he traps him in the CROSSFACE! The tables have QUICKLY turned now! Bullet cinches in the move, Folz is trapped in the middle of the ring! Folz fights it trying everything he can think of, but Bullet wrenches back on his neck and back and……and Matt Folz TAPS OUT!
WINNER in 13:47 and NEW OOWF Onslaught Champion – “Silver Eagle” Jack Bullet!

The referee hands Bullet the title, while Folz looks on stunned. Folz, being the man he is and all, gets to his feet and walks over to Bullet, Bullet looks at him pensively, then Folz extends his hand and shakes Bullet’s and raises his arm in victory. Folz bails out of the ring and Bullet celebrates in the middle of the ring as the fans go NUTS!

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