[Jack Quinn]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (#858)
Live! Denver, Colorado
May 2, 2018


Mac Flasher vs. Stank vs. Shannon Mann
Bridget O'Malley vs. Zed
Saints of Sinners vs. Texpress
Jack Bullet vs. Kylie Mignolio
Ghosthead vs. Shizuru-mume Maguniku-Cox
Beer Money vs. Banned From Everywhere
Mai Muyo vs. Firewoman


Card subject to certain members of the roster not being able to remember where the arena is

[Sportsguy]

We cut to the Destroyitarium.

Matt: Sizzle, thank you for the assist tonight. Stan and I appreciate it.

Stan: We do, thank you.

Sizzle: Sizzle happy to help his new friends, but sad I disappoint you all by losing tonight.

Matt: Eh, it happens, everyone has an off night. Don't worry about it. But I'll tell you something, you can TOTALLY kick Ghosthead's ass this week.

Sizzle: Sizzle not sure, Ghost very strong.

Matt: I've been in the ring with him many times, he's not as strong as you'd think for his size. He hits like a girl.

Moose, Stan and Stank all nod.

Stank: I love my brother but you can totally destroy him this week.

Matt: And he's mentally weak too. If I were you I'd go to his dressing room tomorrow and get in his face, talk some trash. He'll crumble, believe me. Won't even want to get in the ring with you on Wednesday.

Sizzle: Sizzle thanks his new friends. Goodnight.

Sizzle leaves. The Saints wait til he's out of range before busting out laughing.

Moose: Matt, you know you set him up to be killed right?

Matt: Eh, fuck him. And for the record, FUCK you guys too, someone else's turn to go out to the ring with him this week.

The Saints continue their discussion as we......FADE

[Zed]

Zed and BRICK~! Stroll into the Denver arena hosting this week’s MidWeek Mayhem. Vic Deniro meets them in the Hallway of Random Encounters.

VD: Zed, BRICK~!. Danny would like a moment of your time.

Z: Oh, I figured he would! When would be good?

VD: Now.

Z: Oh, man, we just got in, maybe let us unpack and unwind, check in about an hour?

VD: It wasn’t a request.

Zed eyes BRICK~! Before turning back to Vic.

Z: Ah, yes. This must be about last night, show us the way!

Vic ushers Zed and BRICK~! Into Danny Taylor’s office, and Vic takes up station to the left of Danny while Zed and BRICK~! stand on the other side of his desk.

Z: Danny, I am so glad you brought me here, and I couldn’t agree with you more.

Danny raises his eyebrow.

Z: Last night’s match between myself and Fire was truly a wonderful match. Probably the best of the night! Not that I'd know, because I had to leave early, contracts and all. I'm sure you'd understand, as a great businessman yourself. And while I appreciate what a hard-fought match was, we clearly need to determine a winner for the sake of the fans. Besides, there will be a lot of money in it after the great match we had last night. So just say the words …

Vic clears his throat.

Z: … I mean, just, uh, make it happen, and I’ll be there!

VD: Actually, Zed, I would start by saying check next week’s card.

Zed and BRICK~! turn around and look at the card posted on the door.

Z: Seriously?! And it’s not even a title match?!

VD: You can probably deduce we did not bring you here to talk about your match last night.

Z: Umm … okay. So what’s up?

Danny shakes his head before gesturing towards Vic.

VD: What happened last night?

Z: I’m sorry?

VD: Don’t play dumb. What happened?

Z: I mean, I’d love to tell you, but there was this whole thing where I had to leave the arena after my match, so, honestly, your guess is as good as mine!

Danny slams a fist on his desk before turning around his laptop and hitting play on the OOWF Network footage of the ending of the main event, as Zed and BRICK~! lean in and watch.

Z: Wow! That’s … man. Pretty unfortunate stuff, there. I really hate to see that’s how that turned out.

VD: I’m sure you do. Cut the bullcrap, what role did you have in it?

Z: What?! I wasn’t even in the arena! Your cameras showed that!

VD: They also showed you with a remote in your hand. Perhaps one that could operate a steel cage or black out the lights in an arena.

Z: Or operate a drone, which BRICK~! and I were operating in our own free time after leaving the premises to shoot footage of what a relic from the steel industry’s heyday looks like in modern times!

VD: I suppose it was also coincidence that the keychain you see in Moose’s hand is also Carolina Blue.

Z: *squints eyes* I dunno man. Looks like too dark of a blue to be Carolina Blue if you ask me. It almost looks like it says “Jays” on it. Like Toronto Blue Jays. I hear Chad Madison is a really big fan of theirs.

VD: It said “Zed” on it.

Z: *laughs* Oh! Then it’s Awesome Bill’s! That’s from his party days when he got out of school, I remember seeing that old thing all the time. It used to say “Buzzed” but the letters have worn off over time. That was his nickname, you see, because he was buzzed all the time! Some things never change, I guess!

Danny makes the universal hand gesture for ‘Shut the fuck up’ and then gives some more signals to Vic.

VD: *sighs* So what about our security personnel that mysteriously appeared knocked out cold by the equipment closet, the personnel that just so happened to be escorting you out of the arena?

Z: Sounds like Moose probably got a hold of them after I left, and then used their keys and credentials to operate the arena cage. This is kinda like Hanlon’s razor, boys, but different. Never attribute to convoluted malice that which is adequately explained by much more straightforward, plausible, and I must add justified malice by parties tired of seeing this sideshow become the main event and Junichiro Muyo of all people being placed in a position of power in it.

VD: You literally just described Occam's razor, you could have just said -

Z: *ignoring Vic* - If I had been there … which I wasn’t … I probably would have been right there with them. But I wasn’t, so I didn’t, so I’m not sure why we’re talking.

BRICK~! places a hand on Zed’s shoulder and steps in front of him.

B: Gentlemen, what my client is saying is that, if you don’t have concrete proof he had any role in the events to close out last night’s show, then we’re just talking in circles and, frankly, wasting our time.

Danny stares intently at Zed and BRICK~! before exhaling deeply … and waving them off.

B: Have an excellent day, gentlemen.

Zed and BRICK~! turn to leave, but Zed turns back just as he reaches the door.

Z: Hey, think about that Zed-Firewoman program! Big money!

VD: LEAVE.

Z: Aye, aye!

Zed exits. FADE.

[Leo]

As BRICK~! and Zed exit Danny's office, they look to their left and see Jack Bullet down on all fours with Kylie Mignolio's six-year-old niece, Josephine, riding on his back. Kylie sits on a bench in the hallway and smiles as they play.

BRICK~!: That's just too damn cute. Excuse me a moment, Zed, while I ruin it.

BRICK~! walks up to the trio and stares down at Bullet and Josephine.

BRICK~!: Getting one last ride in before the horse is sent off to the glue factory.

Bullet stands with one arm around Josephine who clings to his side. Kylie pops up next to Jack.

BRICK~!: Aren't we one big happy family. I should get a picture for your Christmas card this year.

JB: Go darken someone else's day BRICK~!, you're not going to destroy ours.

BRICK~!: Well, you're lucky you didn't destroy Kylie's career on Sunday.

KM: BRICK~! your accusations of Jack working unsafe are ludicrous. Our match on Sunday was textbook.

BRICK~!: Textbook in that it resulted in a loss for you. You got lucky once, this Mayhem might not be so lucky for you in the injury department.

BRICK~! leans down and gets in Josephine's face.

BRICK~!: I hope your new daddy doesn't put your new mommy in a full body cast this Wednesday.

Josephine punches BRICK~! in the nose and he stumbles back.

KM: Hit the bricks BRICK~! before I do worse than that to you.

BRICK~! gives a shake of his fist and trots back toward Zed as the scene fades.

[The Jewish Cunthead]

* FADE IN TO THE PALATIAL BEER MONEY BUSINESS CENTER

SYB IS SURFING THE INTERNET.

SYB: *Surf surf surf* Hey, this looks like a fun little site. Punshouse.com …

* I don’t think the domain was renewed.

SYB: Oh.

…

Um, natecorbitt.proboards.com!

…

Oh good, my favourite wrestling promotion, PWW. Why can’t he write like that for us?

*KAYFABE appears as a pop-up blocker on his screen

SYB: I’m just saying he has time for Matt Hardy. What about me, what about Shaven?

VO: You still have a mullet, Solly.

*SYB pulls down his trunks as we FADE.

[L!zz~]

(some time later)

(Josephine is stretched out on a blanket, munching on Goldfish <crackers> while she plays/learns on ABC Mouse. Her aunt is sipping a cup of coffee, while she reviews tapes with Jack. Jack is pointing out various things to be on the look out amongst their colleagues. After a few moments, he becomes aware that Kylie is distracted)

Jack: (pausing the video) You ok?

Kylie: (slightly embarrassed) Sorry, my mind wandered for a moment.

Jack: (glances at Josephine, than back at Kylie)

Kylie: No, not about Josie. Not exactly.

Jack: Kylie, I know that previously, we were barely acquaintances but I want you to know that if you need someone to speak too, you can trust me.

Kylie: (reaching over, she squeezes his hand briefly) I know. You've been a great friend these past weeks.

Jack: So, talk to me. (brief pause, as she hesitates) Are you wondering if you did the right thing coming back? Why did you?

Kylie: It was time, my leave was up..

Jack: Was it a financial decision?

Kylie: No. In some ways we are safer on the road. Josie needed to get away from all of the stuff going on. On the other hand..

Jack: On the other hand, there are those like Brick...

Kylie: (nods) I don't think he'd actually harm her..

Jack: Physically, no.

Kylie: He and others might...will, try to use her..

Jack: We'll just have to prevent that from happening.

Kylie: Your support means a lot.

Jack: (nods) I'm not the only one who will help you. There are others here who would make sure no harm comes to her. (chuckles) Fire is becoming quite fond of her.

Kylie: She watched her a couple hours the other day. Josie loved it. (Kylie giggles suddenly)

Jack: Oh. There is a story there isn't there?

Kylie: Oh yeah.

Jack: Do tell.

Kylie: You sure? It involves Disney Princesses, Play Doh and lots of glitter.

Jack: And Fire?

Kylie: And Fire.

Jack: Than yes, I definitely need to hear this.


(The scene shifts as Kylie calls Josie over to show Jack the pictures from when Fire baby sat)

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene finds JARED “GHOSTHEAD” MANN meditating in a hidden room of the Spin Hansen Memorial Training Center when SHIZURU-MUNE MANGYUNIKU-COX barges in, though not disrupting GHOSTHEAD’s minutes of mindfulness*

SHIZURU-MUNE: “Ghostman! New Orleans Saints send message through Sizzlechest!”

*GHOSTHEAD continues meditating*

SM: “Sizzlechest know Ghostman hit like girl!”

*GHOSTHEAD continues meditating while SHIZURU-MUNE waves his hands in front of his face*

SM: “Ghostman own brother, Stinkyman, say Ghostman is weak!”

*a flustered SHIZURU-MUNE sees that GHOSTHEAD is keeping his other-worldly focus*

SM: “Crushman be in Sizzlechest corner. Ghostman won’t last minute in ring.”

*GHOSTHEAD pays no mind to SHIZURU-MUNE who rears back and delivers a hellacious open-handed slap across GHOSTHEAD’s jawline. GHOSTEAD snaps to and without saying a word, stands up, picks up SHIZURU-MUNE and unceremoniously tosses him out of the door. While SHIZURU-MUNE collects his wits outside of the room, MATT FOLZ can be seen walking past shaking his head while stifling laughter*

SM (to himself): “Ghostman meditation fail. Ghostman has no inner-peace.”

*the feed jumps back into the room to see GHOSTHEAD resuming his meditation as the scene fades*

[snelson66]

FADE back in on the Spin Hansen Memorial Training Center and Chilly Billy’s. Ghosthead is still meditating while others work out in far corners of the room, keeping it down for Ghosthead’s sake. Folz is shaking his head at the doorway as Shizuru-Mune Mangyuniku-Cox walks away muttering to himself.

Folz’s tag team partner, The Crusher Stan Fulton (not Stan “Crusher” Fulton, mind you) walks up to Folz.

SF: “Seriously, how did I get roped into being in Sizzle’s corner this week? I’m still getting my bearings back.”

MF: “Talk to Moose. This is his play.”

Fulton sighs.

SF: “Fine. When did you want to work on this week’s set? Another match with Texpress, but it doesn’t say if it’s for our Championships.”

MF: “Later. Jamie and I are going to get lunch then she wants to do some shopping.”

SF: “Alright. I’m going to go meditate with Jared for a while.”

MF: “Why?”

SF: “Because it helps me center myself. His mindfulness meditation is quite useful. You know, it’d help you too.”

MF: “This some new crap you’re starting?”

SF: “No. I’ve been a devotee of Jon Kabat-Zinn’s work and through him back to Thich Nhat Hanh’s teachings of peace and mindfulness.”

MF: “And yet, you beat people up for a living.”

SF: “It’s an effed up world, my friend. Just remember, it keeps me from punching you in the face when you go on about the Packers defense and how you think it might be better with all those rookie draft picks starting.”

MF: “Good stuff then. I use sex with my wife.”

SF: “Not an option for me, but thanks for the offer.”

Folz rolls his eyes as he walks away and Fulton sits down across the mat from Ghosthead, who cracks one eye and the two men nod at each other as the meditation goes on.

FADE

[Jack Quinn]

***OOC***

1. No title matches this week, all non-title (wonder when the last time THAT happened? Not counting Lazy Booking Invitationals and such)

2. Love what you guys are doing with Sizzle, I will promo with him soon

3. Crush, love the whole inner peace/outer destruction with Fulton. That would be a really cool gimmick to see play out.

[Sportsguy]

After having lunch and checking out local bookstores with his wife, we fade back in and see Matt Folz studying tape. Shizuru-mume Maguniku-Cox is in the chair next to him.

Sizzle (Correctly): Sizzle thinks he should use his speed to his advantage against Ghostman.

Matt opens his mouth and starts to agree when an evil smile forms on his lips.

Matt (sounding sincere): No, no no no. That's what he's expecting you to do. You need to catch him off balance, go right after him. Trust me, you're stronger than him.

Sizzle: I am?

Matt: I've been in the ring with both of you, you're stronger by far believe me. Just take it right to him, impose your will on him.

Sizzle: But Ghostman look strong.

Matt: I know, it looks like that but he's really not. Looks like Tarzan, hits like Jane.

Sizzle: Who's Jane?

Matt: It's just an expression. Trust me, if you go after him and impose your will first he'll fold like... (Matt looks over his shoulder and sees his tag team partner approaching) ...the Vikings in an NFC Championship Game.

Stan rolls his eyes.

Stan: Or the Packers after losing Rodgers.

Matt: Well played sir, well played.

Stan: Matt's right though, if you talk some trash and then attack first then Ghosthead is easily beatable. Just stick to your game plan.

Sizzle: Sizzlechest understands. Sizzlechest will make you proud and show he's worthy addition to New Orleans Saints.

Matt: That's the spirit!! We don't need to watch any more tape, you're ready. Get out of here, enjoy the rest of your night, we'll see you at the arena tomorrow.

Sizzle nods and waves to Stan and Matt as he exits the room. Matt and Stan wait a beat til he's out of range and then bust out laughing.

Stan: We are awful people.

Matt: I'll respond to that in a second, first there's something we haven't done yet.

Stan: What?

Matt holds up his half of the OOWF Tag Team Championships, Stan smiles and holds his up and the two *clink*

Matt: This is pretty cool.

Stan: It is.

Matt: Now, are we awful people? With regards to this company, hell yes. But Eco knows that and he sent this kid in to be SLAUGHTERED. And to what end? To annoy us a bit? Is it really worth it? So knowing that Eco knows who we are and what we're all about, and knowing that Eco sent Sizzle right to us let me ask you this: Who truly is the asshole in this situation?

FADE

[Jack Quinn]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (#858)
Live! From Denver, Colorado
May 2, 2018

GHOSTHEAD vs. SHIZURU-MUME MAGUNIKU-COX

"Party Boy Anthem" brings the newest Saints associate Shizuru-mune Mangyūniku down to ringside accompanied by Stan Fulton. The crowd boos as Stan gives Sizzle some last minute advice. "Divide the Hate" brings Ghosthead down to the ring. The referee calls for the bell and this one is underway.

True to the 'friendly' advice that Matt and Stan gave him, Sizzle boldly gets nose to nose with Ghost and starts talking trash. Ghost shows no reaction until Sizzle slaps him across the face. Ghost's response is a right hand that knocks Sizzle on his ass. As the referee admonishes Ghost for his use of a closed fist, Sizzle rolls out of the ring and talks to Stan.

Sizzle: Ghostman seems much stronger than expected.

Stan: Lucky punch. Stick to your game plan and he's yours.

Stan pats Sizzle on the shoulder and Sizzle rolls back into the ring. Ghosthead tries to catch him coming in but Sizzle stuns him with a European Uppercut. Sizzle with several strong kicks that knock the big man down. Sizzle turns to celebrate. "Sizzle embarrass Ghostman, Ghostaman weak and girly." As Sizzle is celebrating, Ghost slowly shakes his head and gets back to his feet. Sizzle turns around right into a big boot. Ghost picks Sizzle up and hits the Horror Driver. Ghost decides to stop playing around as he hits the Spectre's Fall. 1...2...3.

Winner (Pinfall, 2:15) Ghosthead.

BEER MONEY vs. BANNED FROM EVERYWHERE

BFE is out first, and when Beer Money is announced, the Lovely and Talented Dorothy Mantooth makes her way to the ring in the most seductive way possible. She steps into the ring and flirts with Justin and Bill, who both eat it up. As she flirts, Beer Money makes their way to the ring, they slip in quietly and go for double superkicks on Bill and Justin, but they move and the Lovely and Talented Dorothy Mantooth eats a double foot to the face! Them boys are gonna catch hell when they get to the back. As Skurge gets to his feet, Bill charges and hits a MASON DIXON LINE that sends Skurge over the top rope to the floor. SYB grabs Justin in a side headlock and heads for the corner, but Justin shoves him off, SYB slams into the corner Justin charges in and hits a BIG BOOT to the face, then hooks SYB, BRAINBUSSSSTA! Justin covers, one…..two…..THREE!
WINNERS in 4:11 – Banned From Everywhere

MAI MUYO vs. FIREWOMAN

Fire charges out and attacks Mai before she makes it to the ring and they brawl around ringside. In fact, this one never even makes it INTO the ring. The referee tries numerous times to get the action in the ring, but the two tear at one another with a fury rarely seen. Soon they are both bloody, Russ and Razz have lost their announce table, and the poor Chilean Announce Table is nothing but splinters. Finally the referee can no longer contain the destruction and he calls off the match while waving for help from the back.
WINNER – No Match

SAINTS OF SINNERS vs. TEXPRESS – Non-Title Match

This one might as well have been a no DQ match as the two fight one another around the ring, inside the ring, damn near under the ring, it’s what Russ aptly describes as:

Russ: As gawd as my witness they are all four broken in half! This is a slobberknocker of epic proportions, this is right up there with an Oklahoma bar fight! Someone is going to DIE!

Thank you Russ. The match is one hell of a fight, but ends in the most bizarre way possible, a double pin! Stan catches a charging Chat with a URINAGE, then hits the DROP LINE. Meanwhile, across the ring, Zane catches Folz on the ropes and hits a RAZOR’S EDGE (the Crackback? Longhorn Thunder? Weigh in with YOUR favorite name for Zane’s brand new move!) Folz hits hard and Zane folds him up, one…..two…….three!

But wait, who was legal in the match? Another referee comes to the ring and they try to sort it out, the fans are getting impatient, finally GM the Danny makes his way to the ring with Vic, Vic speaks to the referee and we get an official announcement

“Ladies and Gentlemen, due to a double pin, this match has been ruled a DRAW!”

The fans boo, Chad, Zane, Stan and Folz are NOT pleased with it. The four exchange words again, but the locker room empties of “security” and escorts both teams to the back as fans litter the ring with trash, clearly unhappy with two consecutive non-finishes, we hear a brief chant of “WHO BOOKS THIS SHIT, CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP”.
WINNER – No Contest

JACK BULLET vs. KYLIE MIGNOLIO – Non-Title Match

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

ME: Our next match is scheduled for one fall under Onslaught Rules with a 15 minute time limit, but is not for the Onslaught Title. Introducing first, at 105 pounds, Kylie Mignolio.

Russ: We’ve seen Kylie and Jack Bullet become friendly over the past few days and it should lead to a very fair, yet spirited contest.

Razz: Don’t let Bullet fool you. He’s just trying to butter Kylie up so she won’t sue him when he ultimately injures her.

Russ: What Brick was spewing the other day was bunk. Bunk I say. Jack Bullet is a seasoned veteran who would only injure someone through an extreme accident.

Razz: Tell Demon Smoke and Christian Carter that.

ME: And her opponent, at a weight of 215 pounds from Des Moines, Iowa. He is the OOWF Onslaught Champion, 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. Bullet wears the Onslaught Title around his waist.

Bullet gets into the ring and hands the title off to referee Angelo Barros, he holds it up for the crowd to see. Jack goes over to Kylie with a big smile and his hand outstretched. Mignolio returns the bright smile and the two shakes hands earnestly. The bell rings.

Mignolio tries to use her speed to catch Bullet by surprise by running into the ropes and coming off with a dropkick. Bullet back pedals and Mignolio crashes to the mat. Bullet comes off the ropes for an elbow drop, but Kylie rolls out of the way. She jumps on Jack’s back with a camel clutch, but Bullet uses his size advantage to stand up and slam Mignolio on her back by simply falling backwards.

Razz: Can I call that the Papoose to Go?

Russ: I’m going to say no, let’s go with a backpack slam.

Bullet easily pulls Kylie up as he stands and put her on his shoulder. He runs forward for a power slam, but Mignolio slips out from behind and pushes Jack into the near corner. He takes it hard in the chest and bounces out. Kylie turns her back to Jack, jumps up and collars him for a neckbreaker. She then turns around and locks in a head scissors.

Russ: Grounding Jack Bullet is a sound strategy, but I’m afraid Kylie is giving up too much in the power department to make that work. Stick and move should be her plan here.

Bullet makes his way to his feet with Kylie still having the head scissors locked on. Jack spins in a circle several times. Kylie turns like a helicopter propeller until her legs finally lose their grip and she goes flying off across the mat.

Razz: Looks like Jack Bullet rung his own bell on that one. He’s tripping around worse than Moosehead Jack on a week long bender.

A dizzy Bullet is unable to take advantage and Mignolio makes her feet and charges. However, Kylie rushing toward him snaps Bullet to and he catches her with an armdrag. Kylie pops up and takes another armdrag. It’s a festival of armdrags. This time Kylie comes up a bit dizzy and backs into the near corner.
Jack charges, but Mignolio pulls herself over the ropes to the apron and Bullet posts himself. Kylie collars Jack and leaps back over the ropes to take Jack out of the corner with a DDT. She floats over for a two count.

Razz: Mignolio was smart not to go up top there or she might have a broken neck right now.

Russ: Would you stop it!?

Kylie goes for a sharpshooter, but Bullet kicks her off into the ropes. Jack rolls to the side and catches Kylie as she runs off the ropes with a drop toehold. He moves smoothly over top her and locks in a Texas Clover Leaf.

Razz: Give up now. There’s no way Kylie gets out of this and she can’t have broken legs with that little rug rat to take care of.

Russ: I’d have to agree, I don’t see Mignolio having the strength to drag Bullet to the ropes. They’re in the center of the ring.

Bullet cranks back on the hold, but Kylie refuses to tap out. He puts his weight down on the diminutive Mignolio. She still refuses to give up. Jack suddenly releases the hold and backs off.

Russ: I think Bullet got the feeling that Kylie was not going to give up no matter what and keeping her in the hold longer could have led to some permanent damage.

Razz: He just didn’t want a lawsuit on his hands.

Mignolio rolls over to the near ropes and pulls herself up. She’s having a hard time standing up straight and putting weight on her legs. Jack goes over and grabs Kylie by the head. Mignolio throws a couple punches into Bullet’s midsection, but they don’t really faze him. He hooks Mignolio by the tights, lifts her up, bounces her off the ropes and hits a slingshot suplex. He pulls her back up with a double underhook and nails a butterfly suplex. Bullet covers, but Mignolio is into the ropes.

Kylie Mignolio has used her first rope break.

Russ: Bullet pulls Kylie up again with the double underhook. He’s looking for the Silver Bullet this time and that will be it for Mignolio…no, she blocks.

Mignolio hooks the ropes and blocks Bullet from snapping off the move. He lets her go. Kylie holds the top rope to steady herself and fires off three sharp kicks to Bullet’s knee. He goes down to one leg and Mignolio follows with a step up enzuigiri. Kylie goes to the middle rope and flies off backwards with a Lionsault. She’s on top of Bullet for the one…two…he presses her off.

Jack reaches out for Kylie as they get up. She slips behind him and gets a backstabber. She looks to the near top turnbuckle and scrambles up top.

Russ: We know Kylie will fly high when she has to and it will take some extreme measures for her to beat Jack Bullet.

Mignolio steadies herself on top, but Bullet comes up and catches Kylie on top. He appears to be going for a super-plex, but BRICK~! runs out to a jeering crowd.

Russ: What is BRICK~! doing out here?
Razz: He obviously doesn’t want Kylie to get murdered. We saw him confront them earlier in the week.

Bullet sees Brick as he gets up on the apron waving a white towel. “Don’t do it, Jack. Don’t do it,” Brick screams.

Jack gets down with Kylie still sitting on the top turnbuckle. He goes over to Brick and grabs him by the wrist. He pulls his other hand back with a fist cocked for a big punch. Kylie comes down and gets behind Bullet. She looks like she’s going to stop him from hitting Brick. Bullet brings his arm back and his elbow catches Mignolio right on the bridge of the nose.

Razz: She’s bleeding. Jack Bullet just broke Kylie’s nose.

Bullet feels that he hit something and lets go of Brick, who drops off the apron and runs for the back. Bullet goes over to check on Mignolio, whose nose is gushing blood. Jack leans over to check on her. Kylie grabs Bullet and rolls him over in a small package. A surprised Jack can roll it back over and Kylie squeaks out the non-title win.

ME: Your winner at 10:12, Kylie Mignolio.

Razz: He did it again. He injured a wrestler.
Russ: That was unintentional and wouldn’t have happened if Brick hadn’t come to the ring.
Razz: Right, Brick could have saved Kylie from a worse fate.
Russ: Kylie did use the distraction to pick-up the win, similar to what happened during Home Sweet Hell. A small package got the win, but this time for Mignolio.

BRIDGET O’MALLEY vs. ZED – Non-Title Match

Zed enters first to the sounds of Nickelback's "Hero," with BRICK~! following behind him. "Fuck you, Zed!" chants pour from the stands, as it appears this audience at the very least is not buying his innocent plea from Home Sweet Hell 3. After Zed reaches the ring, "Crown on the Ground" stirs the crowd to life as an intense Bridget O'Malley appears from backstage. She makes a direct route to the ring, glaring at Zed as she poses on the top turnbuckle for the fans before taking her station and awaiting the bell.

The bell rings, and Zed charges towards Bridget … right into a running knee, as Bridget meets Zed head-on. Bridget drags Zed back to his feet, only to sweep around for a German suplex, planting him back on the mat. Bridget then … goes to the top rope?

Russ: This is definitely not what we’re used to seeing in the Bridget O’Malley playbook!
Razz: She’s clearly furious over the events from Sunday night. Whether or not Zed claims to have any role in it, she’s going to make a statement!

Zed groggily gets back to his feet, and Bridget flies in from the top turnbuckle with a missile dropkick. Bridget turns to the crowd and pumps her fist, and Denver roars its approval. Bridget turns back around, and Zed immediately is in her face on the offensive, backing her into the turnbuckle with some heavy strikes. Bridget falls to the mat into a seated position, and Zed plants a foot on her throat before getting backed away by Angelo Barros.

Zed backs away long enough to appease Barros before resuming the offensive, but that gives Bridget enough time to come roaring back with a forearm, staggering Zed. Bridget then comes back with the running knee, flooring Zed once more. Zed rolls out of the ring, and Bridget starts to give chase before she is intercepted by BRICK~!. BRICK~! and Bridget exchange words, while Barros orders BRICK~! off the ring apron. The damage is done, however, as this gives enough time for Zed to re-enter the ring from the other side and dive shoulder-first into the back of Bridget’s left knee.

Russ: Oh, what a cheap shot!
Razz: Unbelievable!
Russ: Unquestionably, Bridget O'Malley had the upper hand in this match, but now she'll have a tough row to hoe thanks to Zed's treachery.

Now Zed pours on the offense, working away at the now-weakened knee of Bridget O’Malley. Eventually he gets bored with that, so he drags Bridget out of the ring and slings her into the barricade at ringside. He then stomps away at the left knee before searching underneath the ring for a chair. He finds said chair, but Barros is there to take the weapon away and direct Zed back into the ring.

Bridget drags herself back into the ring, beating Barros’ count, but Zed meets her with another chop block to the left knee. Bridget wails in pain as Zed drags Bridget up by her hair before hitting MOMENT OF ZED. Zed takes one more cheap stomp at the left knee before scooping up Bridget for the GTH and covering for the pinfall.

Your winner (14:37, pinfall), Zed!

Angelo Barros goes to lift Zed’s arm in victory, but Zed instead rolls out of the ring, walking to the timekeeper’s area. Zed snatches away the Intercontinental Championship before going back into the ring and disdainfully tossing it on Bridget as she lays on the mat, holding her knee. Mac Flasher is running down the ramp ready for a fight at this point, but Zed rolls back out of the ring and exits through the crowd with BRICK~! in tow. Mac checks in on Bridget, who appears to be assuring (or at least trying to assure) Mac that the damage isn't too serious as the camera fades.

MAC FLASHER vs. STANK vs. SHANNON MANN – Non-Title Match

Attacking Stank from behind as he was squatting in the ring wasn’t the ideal way to start a match, but things happen in the heat of the moment and here we are. With Stank knocked against the corner, Mac wasn’t giving him anywhere to flee as he stomped down onto him over and over, blocking his passage of escape from the assault he brought to his front door. Mac continued this ruthless assault on Stank for nearly a minute as he couldn’t even defend himself, not once. Shannon, who was probably bored watching this go down, wanted in on the action as well. Pulling Mac away from Stank, Shannon spun him around and greeted him with a swift kick to the stomach. As Mac buckled over, Shannon wrapped an arm around his head and locked him in. Jumping into the air, Shannon reached as high as she could before gravity pulled her back down, swinging her body and planting Mac’s head into the canvas with an implant DDT. Mac’s legs went straight up before flipping over to his back. Back on her feet, Shannon spotted Stank in the corner of her eye, pulling himself back to his feet. Just as he stood, Shannon rushed in and hit him with a running knee to the gut. Out of breath, Stank walked away from the corner while lunged over. Stopping to catch his breath, Stank remained in the same spot long enough for Shannon to run up behind him and drop him face down to the mat with a running bulldog.

Shannon rolled him over to make the cover and just as she did, Mac grabbed her leg and dragged her off of Stank, before the official could even make a one count. Rolling over to her back, Shannon pulled her knee to her chest and kicked her leg straight, hitting Mac in the stomach with it. Shannon then went to give Mac another kick but before contact could be made, Mac caught her foot. Holding her leg up with one arm, Mac swung his body around and went down, dropping an elbow to the inside of Shannon’s knee. Back on his feet, Mac went to town on Shannon’s knee with rapid stomps. Finally growing tired of the knee attack, Mac then jumped into the air and came down, landing on top of Shannon with a fury of lefts and rights. After nearly half a dozen blows, Mac locked onto Shannon’s head and began slamming it down onto the mat over and over again. As Mac went for the fourth slam, out of nowhere Stank rushed into the scene, tackling Mac from the side and knocking him off of Shannon. Stank fought for position on top of Mac but lost it immediately as Mac slipped out from underneath him. The two raced to their feet, Mac rising first and before Stank could push himself up from one knee, Mac was hitting the ropes in front of him and rushing back in with an enzuigiri that completely leveled him. Stank was knocked senseless, even climbing back to his feet. Although he was seeing stars and wobbling back and forth, he was standing on his own. From behind, Mac grabbed Stank with a groin claw before lifting him up and slamming him to the mat with a suplex. It was Ballsplex City with a population of one, Stankl!

Stalking him, Shannon stood back and watched as Mac popped back to his feet with a newfound energy. Crashing the party, Shannon took her shot and went in unexpected. From behind, Shannon grabbed ahold of Mac’s head and locked in a headlock. There was a struggle from Mac but it was only brief before Shannon pulled him down across her knee with a backbreaker. Looking across the ring, Shannon locked her eyes on Stank as he slowly climbed to his feet. As he stood and began to turn around to face the action, Shannon popped up from a three-point stance and annihilated him with a spear. Back to her feet, Shannon stood over Stank and began to mock and taunt him. She even wiped the bottom of her boots across his chest before stepping over him and going towards the corner. At the top, she turned to face the ring and right there ahead looking straight at her was Mac and he was coming for her. With Mac quickly approaching, Shannon improvised and leaped from the corner with a double axe-handle aimed for Mac. Jumping into the air as well, Mac stopped Shannon in mid air with a kick to the stomach. The two dropped to their feet and Shannon immediately bent over with the wind knocked out of her. Mac then hit her with an axe kick to the back of the head, knocking Shannon face down to the mat. Mac stepped towards Shannon but to her right was Stank and the guy just would not stay down. For good measure, Mac blindsided him with an axe kick to the back of his head, knocking him down which earned a nasty, deep laugh from the older Mann. Back to back God Kicks and both opponents were down. Dropping to his knees, Mac rolled Stank to his back before making the cover. Rushing in Stank broke up the pin!

Shannon gets back up first but Stank is quick to take her down with a firemans carry takeover. Mac is back up to his feet next and Stank quickly drops him onto his face, side stepping a punch from Shannon, with a drop toe hold. Popping back up, Stank bounces off the near by ropes and leaps into the air, dropping a big knee across the back of Mac before rolling back up to his feet to stomp on the extremities of Shannon, starting with her fingertips, the her ankles and feet, and then back up to her other hand to stomp on her fingertips before finishing it off with a snap kick to the face. In full control, Stank then turned back to Mac and pulled him up to his feet. Breaking free of Stank's grasp, Mac locked onto his wrist and twisted it into a wrist lock, soon bending the arm around and behind his oppoents back. Eventually he shoved Stank away from him and then bounced off the ropes. When Stank turned around, Mac charged after him, Stank steps out of the way, causing Mac to run straight into Shannon. Both stagger and begin trading blows. Stank laughs deeply before charging in clotheslining them both! As they fall he launches himself on top of them, fists and feet flying. Mac and Shannon begin to fight back. As they rise to their feet, they continue to punch, kick and claw at each other. All ignoring warnings from the ref they continue to assault each other the ref is about to call for the bell, but Shannon lines up Mac for a SUPERKICK, but he moves and she pops Stank, who falls between the ropes to the floor. Shannon turns around and Mac kicks her in the gut and rolls her into a small package, one, two, THREE!
WINNER in 33:11 – Mac Flasher

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