[Jack Quinn]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (#882)
Live! From Havana, Cuba
October 10, 2018

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match
Rocky Romero & Ricky Reyes vs. The Saints of Sinners

Kylie Mignolio & Bridget O'Malley vs. The Circle
Stank & Justin Sane vs. Alexis Darling & Awesome Bill From Dawsonville
Mooshead Jack & Alexander Darling vs. Mac Flasher & Zed
Shizuru & Fire vs. Ecosystem & Mai Muyo
Jack Bullet vs. TBA


card subject to change, deportation, imprisonment, an international incident, hostage situations, seriously who knows?

[Leo]

<Bullet is sitting in his locker room, exhausted from his war with Fulton. His cell phone rings and he gives it an odd look before answering>

JB: Why are you calling me?

<long pause>

JB: Yeah, ok, we'll talk. Be there in 30

<Bullet hangs up, then gets up and heads to the showers>

[Sportsguy]

We fade in to a Saints meeting. Matt stands and walks directly over to Fire. The group kind of braces not quite sure what to expect.

Matt: I should have said this Sunday night. Look, it's not exactly a secret that the history between you and I is not the best. But I am damn glad to have you on board, I've never once doubted your talent and I'm willing to start this partnership out with a clean slate.

Matt extends his hand. Fire shakes it as the rest of the Saints let out a relieved exhale.

Matt: Now, to the rest of you, I owe you an apology. It was my call to bring Mai in. I never ever thought she'd betray us like she did. She completely played me from the beginning and I was too blinded by the past to see it. So now we have to have a bit of a conversation. Mai knew what we were planning. She was in on every strategy session, there's no doubt she's given all the information to Eco already. So two questions: Do we still move forward? And with Eco now being retired from being in the ring, do we even have to?

Moose: Eco's still pulling the strings as CEO, no doubt he'll try to fuck us over at some point. I say hell yes we keep going.

Stank: I agree. It doesn't matter if they know everything, they can't stop us anyway.

Stan: You said it yourself Matt. If we're going to go to war, then let's have a fucking WAR.

Matt: Oh Fire, you might not know what we're talking about.For a while there it looked like you were going to be on the other side. Not sure if Stank filled you in.

Matt slides a piece of paper to Fire. Her eyes light up as she reads it.

Fire: We are absolutely doing this.

Matt: I concur, I just wanted to make sure everyone was still on the same page.

FADE

[snelson66]

OOC: Damn you Matt for being faster to post than I was! Put this well before SG's promo.

FADE in backstage after Imperial Onslaught. OOWF News reporter Joyce Summers walks up to one half of the OOWF World Tag Team Champions, The Crusher Stan Fulton. Fulton is covered in blood and limping a little bit.

JS: “Stan. Are you okay? You look like hell.”

SF: “Am I okay? No. But this blood on me isn’t mine. It’s Jack Bullet’s. Listen Smilin’ Jack. I just took you to the limit in my third match of the night. You barely walked out of here tonight World Champion. So here’s the thing. One-on-one, I’m better than you. I proved it tonight by nearly taking your Championship in my third match compared to your first. I think... no. No more thinking. Doing.”

Fulton walks away from Summers and heads down the hallways in search of something. The cameras follow him as stagehands and other talent get out of the way as Fulton has the look of someone wanting to cause a lot of damage.

He gets to a door marked “Junichiro Muyo – OOWF CEO For Life.” Fulton actually knocks (you can take the boy out of Minnesota, but you cannot take the “Minnesota Nice” out of the boy). He however isn’t nice enough to wait for an answer and opens the door.

JM: “Stan. Nice to see you again.”

SF: “Juni.”

JM: “You used to call me sensei.”

SF: “You used to be my friend.”

JM: “True. You know, I should have you punished from what you did to my sister.”

SF: “You’ve done worse.”

JM: “Also true. What do you want.”

SF: “Simple. I want another World Championship match.”

JM: “You’re already Tag Team Champion. And you haven't earned a match like that.”

SF: “I proved tonight I can do both. You know what? I can even do more. Tell you what. I think I can hold and defend the World Championship, the Tag Team Championships and the Onslaught Championship all at the same time. How’s that for a draw?”

JM: “It would be interesting. I cannot promise anything, but I’ll check with the Board.”

SF: “You do that.”

Fulton walks out of Juni’s office and turns the corner down the Hallway of Random Encounters. He doesn’t actually meet anyone. Weird. He gets to the Destroyitarium (seriously, how is this spelled?) and walks in to find no one in the main bar. He hears kinky giggling from Stank and Fire’s room though. After Fulton cleans up in his own room, he goes to the bar and up pops Seamus McNasty like Roy Clark used to do on Hee Haw. Just go search YouTube for Hee Haw Empty Arms Hotel.

SM: “What can I get you Mr. Fulton?”

SF: “Newcastle Brown Ale.”

SM: “Coming right up.”

McNasty gets Fulton’s beer, sets it in front of him.

SM: “Something got ya down, buddy?”

SF: “Really?”

SM: “It’s usually expected.”

SF: “Don’t.”

SM: “As you wish.”

McNasty goes back to wiping down the bar. Finally after a beer or three, Matt and Jamie Folz walk in.

JF: “Hi Stan.”

MF: “Stan. Nice work tonight. Thought you had him there at the end.”

SF: “Thanks. Was a close one. Geez, was I tired.”

JF: “You’ll get it next time, Stan.”

SF: “Thank you, Jamie. What do you say we go get some dinner. There’s only so much kinky laughter I can listen to.”

MF: “Is that what that is? I thought it was barnyard noises.”

JF: “I was guessing ... you know, I have no idea what I was hearing.”

SF: “Yeah. I hope they learn to keep it down. And once Fire’s pregnancy moves along it might slow down.”

JF: “What do you mean ‘Fire’s pregnancy?’”

SF: “She’s been sick in the mornings. Isn’t that what that means?”

MF: “I think you’re reading too much into it.”

Fulton shrugs.

SF: “Whatever you say.”

The three leave for dinner as we FADE.

[Leo]

"Silver Eagle" Jack bullet is wet from the shower. He carries a towel and is wearing blue jeans. He steps up onto a stage with an OOWF Banner behind it to speak with Sexy Female Journalist Ichiban.

Ichiban: Jack Bullet, you barely escaped as OOWF World Champion in your first title defense tonight against Stan Fulton.

JB: I heard what Fulton said before and he's absolutely right. He wrestled three times tonight to my one and I'm not going to put out there the brutal match I had on Sunday, because I know he had one too with Folz against the Darlings. I also want to congratulate Fulton on picking up my mantra. Action points, just aren't for me. I want every single wrestler in the OOWF to be men and women of action and not words. He went into Eco's office and demanded what he wanted.

Ichiban: And what he wanted was another shot at your title.

JB: Well, the way I look at it, we're even. I missed out on capturing the tag titles with Mac Flasher three weeks ago by a time limit draw and Fulton lost out tonight on a time limit draw. That's the breaks and I didn't demand a tag title rematch, even though we did receive one the following week. Now, Fulton is going to see that as me back pedaling and hiding. Do I want to face Stan Fulton again? Hell, no I don't. One would have to be crazy to say that. But, I am a man of action and a man of my world, so if Eco and the board see fit to give Fulton another shot I'll shut up and buck up, because that's what I do. But, let me say this, Fulton had his try at me one-on-one, why not let Matt Folz try.

Ichiban: Are you trying to divide the tag team champions and stir trouble between them.

JB: Now, would I try to some bush league psyche out crap like that?

Bullet walks off stage

Ichiban: And that was...

Bullet returns.

JB: I would. I would totally try bush league psyche out crap like that, but the people still love me.

Jack turns and smiles at the camera with a ping and flash of light off his teeth. He then exits as we fade.

[Leo]

Voicemail from Jack Bullet's phone 12:32 p.m. Thursday, Oct. 4

*BEEP*

Hey, Jackie Boy, it's Carl. No, not that Carl. Carl from Fresno.

I don't know about these new Viceroy of the Time Limit Draw T-shirts? They just don't seem to be selling out of the back of the truck like the other stuff you gave me. Your Archduke of the Triple Threat shirts do okay, but I don't think people get their eggplant parmesaned over time limit draws, know what I'm saying?

Call me back, it's Carl...from Fresno.

*BEEP*

[Jack Quinn]

<time passes and all the Saints are in the Destroyitarium waiting for the call to leave for Havana (plane ride, everyone has to play nice) when the door opens and Junichiro, Mai and numerous armed police walk in>

MHJ: You have GOT to be fucking kidding me

<Moose gets up and grabs HDB and heads toward Juni, an policeman steps in front of him>

Juni: Gentlemen <glaring at Fire> and you. I did not come here to fight.

Sta: Oh, so what, you planned to take Stan and Matt's titles at gunpoint?

Juni: There will be no need for that either. No, I came to give all of you a little message. See, I was a little blindsided by things on Sunday, and, now that I've had time to think about it, I am still going to take the CEO position.

MF: Thanks for the update, asshole

Juni: Sunday night, I sat in my suite and thought, "I've finally got it all, I am the CEO of the company, I escaped wrestling without permanent injury since you clowns can't touch me as CEO", oh, and once again, thank you for that Fire, you were a bigger help than I could've ever imagined......

FW: <getting into Juni's face> and the agreement was you can't fuck with us

Juni: That was the one catch. I had everything I wanted <glaring at Fire> except getting my revenge on YOU. So, this is what's going to happen. I am still going to be the CEO, but I had them put it off for just a little bit. I am going to be an active wrestler again, so Mai and I can kick the ever loving shit out of all of you.

SF: That's what you're going to do, eh?

Juni: Oh, very much so. Oh, and Stan.......I was being honest about your title shot, you WILL get one.......eventually.

<Juni turns to leave, then stops and turns back to Fire>

Juni: Oh! I almost forgot! I struck a little deal with Jack Bullet, obviously I can't get into the details, but let's just say I will be taking Bullet's spot in this Random Tag Tournament, and I will be teaming with my sister against you and Shizuru. I am SURE it will be a nice, clean, fair match. Now, you all have a great day.

<Juni leaves and Fire EXPLODES>

MHJ: Are you fucking kidding me?

<Fire destroys things>

MF: Can he legit do that?

<Fire destroys more things>

SF: I don't see why not, he was given the CEO position, and he has to stick to the stipulations......once he retires

<More destruction>

S: I hate that motherfucker

<You guessed it.......destruction>

MF: <to Fire> Fire! Calm down!

Sta: That has literally never worked. Ever

<Matt takes his chances anyway and walks over to Fire and puts a hand on her shoulder, then blocks the punch that comes>

MF: Remember what I showed you earlier?

<Fire stops for a moment, refocusing and thinking. Then she smiles and nods at Matt>

MF: It's going to be a bloodbath

<cut away from the Destroyitarium - you had it right Crush - and we see a happy Mai and Eco walking down the hall>

Mai: I just hope this doesn't devolve into gun fights and insanity

Eco: No. No, Fire taught me something, I AM good enough to beat any one of them, I proved it when I beat Moose on my own, no, I have no fear of the Saints of Sinners anymore, and I know with you by my side, there is no one that can stop us

Mai: <beaming> this is all I've ever wanted

Eco: You sure? You were close with Matt and Stan

Mai: <scowling> they are dead to me now

<Mai and Eco share a quick hug when Shizuru walks up to them. Eco just stares at him>

Shizuru: I will not apologize for what I did. But the Saints hurt Shizuru, and Shizuru wants revenge

Mai: <smiling> welcome aboard Shizuru. The Saints wanted a war? They are about to get exactly what they wanted

<the three of them walk down the hall and we fade>

[Fire-Babe]

Back in the Destroyitarium, tensions have reduced a bit. Fire turns to Moose.

FW: Never...EVER...tell me to calm down again. You wanted me back then that's what you get. Totally uncalm. Better get Martha to adjust the repairs budget.

Now, I believe we were in a meeting, before we were so rudely interrupted, so as I have a few things to clarify, I suggest we get back to it.

Everyone looks at each other.

FW: I am not a fan of repeating myself.

Stank sits down. Moose and Folz roll their eyes and do the same. Stan hesitates for a minute. Fire gives him a look and goes to the bar, and then Stan sits down. She comes back with a round of shots.

FW: If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right, and that means....

Fire sets the tray down. Stan and Stank take a shotglass. Moose does, suspiciously.

MF: You know I don't drink, Fire.

FW: I know you'll drink this. You wanted me on board, Matt, the least you could do is share this one thing.

Matt again rolls his eyes and takes one. Fire does as well.

FW: Slainte!

Fire, Moose, Stank, and Stan shoot theirs back. Folz takes a sip, and then he and everyone else NOT named Quinn stare at their glasses and then at Fire.

MF: What the hell is this?

MHJ: This, gentlemen, is part of my private stock of "Trust Me."

MF: But it's...it's not--

S: It's not whiskey!

MHJ: Nope. Totally not alcoholic.

MF: Why in the--

FW: He can explain later. Now, boys...I'm glad that our little deception isn't going to be a thing between us. Although to be fair, I never said I was not going to join the Saints.

SF: You didn't?

FW: I said many things. Specifically

FW: No, the least I could do is what I should have done when this all started, and just tell you no.

MF: No?

Moosehead Jack walks up.

MHJ: What's going on?

MF: No WHAT, Fire.

FW: I am not moving in to the Destroyitarium, I am not redoing all my merchandise, I am not demanding to be booked with you, I am not--

MHJ: Wait....what are you saying?

MF: You AGREED to this outcome.

FW: Well, I am changing my mind.

FW: None of that was about joining.

MF: You and your splitting of hairs.

SF: That's when you punched Moose.

MHJ: Hey yeah!

FW: Well it had to look real. We had already agreed to this.

S: When?

FW: I know what I'm doing. And if you knew me as well as you said you did, you'd know it too.

MHJ: ....

FW: ....

MHJ: You sided with Eco.

FW: You sided with Mai.

SF: THAT was you guys making a plan?

S: *rubbing his temples* Damn Irish shit.

FW: SO now that we're here and you've all clued me in on YOUR secret *waving the paper Folz gave her* I need to make some adjustments.

SF/S/MHJ/MF: ....

FW: Now, you know that I was apprehensive--

MF: That's a word for it.

FW: --about joining another stable. After all, it's never worked out well for me OR the stable. But then I realized, after doing some of my archiving review. I have always been there as an afterthought. Someone's friend, someone's sister, someone's wife, even--

MHJ: Hey, you were in the Five because you're damn good.

FW: It was still someone ELSE calling the shots. Davin, Alex, Poe, Moose...And me just going merrily long, glad to be invited.

Well, no more.

So yes, I will be part of this, but this time *I* will be the one calling the shots. I'm in charge.

The other members of the Saints look at each other and grumble.

MHJ: Fire, no one was in charge of the Five, we were all--

S: Moose...

FW: Really? Do you want me to go digging back through that?

Again, more looks of disdain between the other four.

FW: So to begin....*Fire scribbles on Matt's paper*...I think this is how it should go.

She gives it back to Matt.

MF: ........okay, well....yeah, that COULD work, but--

FW: Excellent.

Fire turns to go to the bar again.

SF: She can't be serious....

S: She was a damn good commissioner....

Fire comes back with four more shots, and a Mountain Dew, or whatever it is that Folz drinks. She hands one out to each person.

FW: Okay so let's drink. Real Jameson's this time.

MHJ: To?

FW: What else? *Fire holds up her glass* To the death of Junichiro Muyo.

Fire drinks and then after some hesitation, one by one the rest of the Saints drink.

[DrMcAwesome]

*MAC FLASHER is spotted by the INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA while sitting on a bench and mindlessly scrolling through his phone. As MAC leans back and sighs, a familiar – although unwanted voice – can be heard*

BRICK~!: “You know, Mac. Zed and I aren’t exactly thrilled about this ‘random’ draw, either. But with two former OOWF World Champions and the current OOWF Intercontinental Champion on this team … Well, you being a good listener could lead to you getting that tag-team title that’s eluded you.”

MAC: “Good listener?”

B~!: “Yes. You have no guidance and it cost you on Sunday. It cost you on Wednesday. When you turned your back on Zed and I all those months ago …”

MF: “I turned my back on you two? Zed was the one who hit me with a low blow in Johnstown. You sided with him in the aftermath. You both decided to make my life miserable since then.”

B~!: “Well, you did walk away from Zed during that match and give him that opportunity. If you never gave him that chance …”

MF: “I see.”

B~!: “But yeah. Even though Zed can’t stand you and wants to see you at your most miserable … He does see merit in getting this band back together.”

MF: “What merit is that? Using me to help him win a tag-team title?”

B~!: “Isn’t that the purpose of this tournament? To find a team not only worthy of a shot against Matt Folz and “The Crusher” Stan Fulton, but one that can beat them? You two are talented enough to be that team, if you’d just put your pettiness aside and embrace the fact that Zed is allowing this union to be reborn.”

MF: “I’m sure it had nothing to do with the threatened suspension if anyone refuses to participate.”

B~!: “Zed has considered that option, yes. But the thing is … He’s still choosing to let you be his partner. You just have to not screw it up once the tournament starts.”

MF: “Of course. Me screwing it up. Zed’s never made a mistake in his life …”

B~!: “He did befriend you. That’s a pretty big mist- …”

*MAC stands up from the bench, grabs BRICK~! by the collar of his shirt and throws him into the metal Zamboni gate before walking away. BRICK~! shakes the cobwebs and makes a call on his phone*

B~!: “Z! He … He isn’t willing to listen to reason. We might have problems next week.”

*BRICK~! continues the conversation as the scene fades*

[Jack Quinn]

<back at the Destroyitarium>

Sta: so........why iced tea?

MHJ: Cause I made a promise. And beside, people pay less attention to what I'm doing if they think I am a drunk bastard. Remember how Mac lost his title?

MF: So, it's always going to be iced tea?

MHJ: Nope we will also have.....<as if on cue, someone brings in several cases of Trust Me> 150 proof smooth Irish Whiskey

<Moose pulls a bottle out of the case and takes a bit swig then passes it around the room, everyone takes a drink except Folz, who just sniffs it and shakes his head>

MF: You sure this isn't PCPL?

<Fire and Moose both give him a look>

MF: What?

SF: So, what are you going to do with the iced tea?

MHJ: <shrugging his shoulders> dunno, give it to Josie?

Jamie: You want to give a six year old a pallet of iced tea in bottles that look lke whiskey bottles?

MHJ: Yes?

13: Or.....maybe the cafeteria?

MHJ: Whatever, I don't care what you do with it

<time passes and we see someone knocking on a locker room door, Kylie opens the door>

Guy: Got a delivery for ya

<the camera pans over and we see several cases of Trust Me Sweet Tea>

K: There must be some kind of mistake, I don't drink alcohol, especially not this

Guy: Sez here it's iced tea, of the sweet variety

K: Umm, I.......

Guy: Look lady, could ya just sign for it? I got other orders to fill

K: Oh, ok.

<Kylie slips out into the hall and looks at the bottles.>

J: What's this tia?

K: Someone gave us iced tea

J: OOHH! Can I have some?

K: Yes

<Kylie absentmindedly opens a bottle and hands it to Josie, Josie takes a big drink, then runs into the room and comes back with a red wig on. She snarls her face up and spreads her arms out, after taking a big drink>

J: grrrrrrrrr Tia! Guess who I am! Actions have conse.....consew.....consekwences! TRUST ME!

<Josie explodes into laughter and drinks more of her tea, Kylie gives a disapproving look at Josie and we fade to black>

[L!zz~]

(Kylie has finally settled Josie down, having had her drink a lot of water water to counteract the sweet tea. When the sugar high was over, it brought a crash and Kylie was relieved. As Josie slept, sprawled out like a drunk after a three day bender, Kylie picked up all the things Josie had left strewn around, glancing at the tea, she shoots a text to Justin to see if he is interested it. She is about to get ready for bed when there is a knock at the door)


Kylie: (opens the door to find Bridget, letting her in) Hey..Josie is sleeping so we need to keep our voices down.

Bridget: You look exhausted. Were you out celebrating?

Kylie: No. (Gives her a quick rundown of events)

Bridget: (takes a few bottles for later) I have to try this stuff.

(Kylie shakes her head)

Kylie: So what's up? Mac ok?

Bridget: Who knows any more with him right? He went for a "run" so I wanted to pop by and Congratulate you.

Kylie: Thank you..(as they hug) I appreciate that.

Bridget: Tomorrow we go to brunch to celebrate. And talk.

Kylie: Is something wrong?

Bridget: Kylie, unless he somehow loses it and I doubt it, you're going to be taking on Jack for the championship.

Kylie: I know. I've faced Jack before. I know ..

Bridget: (cuts her off) Things were never this complicated before with Jack. (Holds up a hand) I understand why you're angry with him but you aren't being fair. All the stuff with Beverly, than Mac, the issues with Josie's custody. You have every right to be wary and have trust issues.

Kylie: I don't have trust issues

Bridget: Everyone has trust issues.

Kylie: He hurt Josie. She's been hurt enough. I have to protect her.

Bridget: And protecting Josie is an easy excuse to use to protect yourself.

Kylie: (quiet)

Bridget: so tomorrow. Brunch. The park for ..why is she wearing a red wig?

Kylie: I have no idea.

Bridget: Damn she looks so much like...(she stops with a look from Kylie) Brunch. park. Talking. Deal?

Kylie: (nods)Deal

Bridget: Now get some rest. You look awful. Lemme take a few more of these. You got a bag? Mac might like them.

(Kylie produces a tote bag as Bridget fills up the bag, another knock on the door)

Justin: (once Kylie opens it) Bill told me to come get the tea. He mixes it with his good stuff..

(kylie let's him in as we fade)

[Zed]

Ecosystem sits in his office when there is a knock on the door. He is briefly startled by how calm the knock is, then stands up and opens the door for Trent Powers.

E: Ah, yes, Trent! Come in! I suppose we're ready to finalize this signing. Have a seat.

Without saying a word, Eco and Trent down sit across from each other. Eco reaches into a drawer of his desk and pulls out a manilla folder.

E: Everything there should be in order. Feel free to read over everything just in case before signing by the marked x's. Specifics of your salary, travel information, resources available to you through the company, all of that.

Trent flips through the pages in silence. Trent is apparently the only person on the face of the planet to ever read the fine print. The silence grows uncomfortable.

E: So ... uh ... what brings you to OOWF, anyways?

Trent flips back to the second page of the folder and points to specific figure on it.

TP: I can't make that on the indies.

Trent returns to reading through the folder.

E: A man of priorities. I respect that. While I'm sure that is a lot better than you'd do in bingo halls and American Legion buildings, the sky is the limit as far as your earning potential here. You've got a good look. I've seen your work, you'll fit right in here with our ring style. All I'm saying -

Trent looks up, unamused.

TP: - Look, I'm new here, but I'm not new to wrestling. I've seen your work, also. I only trust you as far as I throw you.

E: Hey! I'm retired now! This is a new start for me.

TP: I could throw you pretty far.

E: Okay. Point taken.

Around this time, Zed storms into the office.

Z: Random my ass, good sir!

E: Zed, it's been a while! Thanks for interrupting this seminal moment in our latest addition's career!

Z: I don't give a fuck!

TP: *muttering to himself* Me neither.

Z: Like, forget the obvious fuck-up of putting me and Mac in the same tag team. We are BOTH in danger with our opponents this week. And not even because they're good. Because they're liable to try to kill each other and catch us in the crosshairs! This is lunacy! This is endangering to all of our careers and the fans!

E: I'm sorry, I believe you're looking for Danny and Vic, they handle matchmaking concerns, they are two doors down on the left.

Z: I'm not going to talk to Danny, Juni, I know you're behind this and he's just your fucking puppet.

E: That's terribly offensive, Zed. Just because he doesn't speak doesn't give you the right to -

Z: - Shut the fuck up, Juni. Whatever. If something fucked up happens, you can't say I didn't warn you, dumbass.

Zed storms off.

TP: Fucking crybaby.

E: I think I'm going to like you.

TP: Probably not.

Finally, Trent signs the paperwork, turns over the requisite carbon copies to Eco, collects his copies and stands up to leave.

E: Best of luck, Trent!

TP: Sure.

FADE.

[Sportsguy]

We fade in and see that with Junichiro busy in his office, Mai has decided to sit down and have breakfast. She's just about to bite into her waffles when Jaime Folz sits down across from her. Mai sighs.

Mai: What do you want Jaime?

Jaime: First of all... I know Matt and I have argued with you for years on this...pancakes over waffles, all day every day.

Mai doesn't show even the tiniest hint of a smile.

Mai: Seriously, what do you want?

Jaime: You had some harsh words for my husband and Stan. I'm just curious if I'm "dead to you" as well?

Mai: I.....what?

Jaime: You heard me. Am I... your best friend... the woman you were maid of honor for... the woman who's side you were by every night when Carter attacked me...am I dead to you as well?

Mai sighs.

Mai: Yes. You side with them.

Jaime: Of course I do. Matt's my husband.

Mai: And Junichiro is my brother.

Jaime: A brother who doesn't give a damn about you at all.

Mai: That's not true.

Jaime: Yes it is. I know it, Matt knows it, Juni knows it, and so do you. Tell me ONE thing, just one that Matt said that was incorrect in this promo.

Mai: ....

Jaime: If you don't want to answer that question, fine. Let me ask another one then. Did you listen to Juni when you two barged into the Destroyitarium?

Mai: Of course I did, I was standing right there.

Jaime: I mean did you REALLY listen to him and his tone?

Mai: What are you talking about?

Jaime: He used the word "I' 14 times before he got to you almost as an afterthought. Because that's what you are to him, an afterthought. 14 times. Not "We" but "I". And I thought it was more interesting what he DIDN'T say.

Mai: What's that?

Jaime: He never once went up to Stan and said "I'm pissed off at you for putting my sister in the hospital. I'm going to kick your ass you son of a bitch." No, instead he called out Fire because.... uh, reasons? He didn't say a WORD to the man who attacked his sister, don't you think that's interesting?

Mai: I know what you're doing. You're not going to get between Juni and I.

Jaime laughs.

Jaime: You think I'm trying to pull that lame Jack Bullet shit? Really? I wouldn't do that. Nor do I have to, your brother will drive a wedge between you soon enough. You know you can't trust him. Since sadly this is the last conversation we're probably ever going to have, can I leave you with one last piece of advice?

Mai: Sure.

Jaime: You know what the Saints are planning for your brother and those misguided enough to stand with him. I"m asking you as someone who still, whether you believe it or not, still cares about you. I'm asking you not to get involved in it. Enjoy your breakfast Mai.

Jaime stands and leaves as we....FADE

[DevSop]

* A few moments later*

Another person takes a seat across from Mai.

Mai: Haven't you said...*Mai finally looks up* Oh...what do you want?

Alexis: You know, we've never really been friends. Never really been enemies either to any real level. And no matter what else has happened around here, I know you and my brother have had a weird level of respect for one another.

Mai: He was able to stand up for himself in a business that really didn't seem to want him at times and he had a relationship with members of his family...

Alexis: I know and that's kinda why I finally decided to sit down.

Mai: What do you mean?

Alexis: For months, I've watched your two so-called best friends manipulate and play games with you.

Mai: They haven't...they don't...if that's truly what you think why have you waited months to talk to me?

Alexis: Because, truthfully, for all my brothers issues with Matt & Jaime...I wasn't sure if what they were truly doing was worse than what your brother could do. Junichiro is a flawed person.

Mai: I know that, but he's my brother. You should understand that more than anyone. Alex and you haven't always been on the same page.

Alexis: Mai, since we went into this business together, the one thing we've always done when push comes to shove is choose one another. Blood isn't the bond that keeps Alex and I together. If it was, our father wouldn't have paid someone to try and ruin our lives for a decade. If it was, our brothers wouldn't act as if we don't exist. If it was, let's just say, things would be different. And if there's someone who shouldn't be talking to you about the bonds of blood family, it's the Folz family.

Mai: Why's that?

Alexis: Who do you think it is that still talks to Lindsay on a daily basis? I can tell you who it isn't. Her sister. Once Lindsay stopped being useful to the games Matt wanted to play, she was tossed aside. Say what you want about Alex and I, but when you're with us, we do our damnedest to make sure our word means something. That's not to say we're perfect, but we try and we don't forget. We still talk to Lindsay. We're on the phone almost daily with Davin & Sam and the group up in Mass. Even Alex & Eric have worked to rekindle their friendship. It's not always easy, but it can be done.

Mai: I'm confused by what you're telling me here. To trust Matt & Jaime because blood isn't all that matters? To not trust them because they can't even keep a relationship with their own blood? To trust or not trust my own brother?

Alexis: What I'm telling you is that you have to make your own choice with what's next for Mai Muyo. Everyone that talks to you, even me, probably has their own motivations in what you choose to do. Here's what I can tell you as a mostly impartial outsider when it comes to your brother and the Saints, in that I don't really like either side of that little war. The Saints barely care about one another. Moose has lied, will continue to lie, and will always lie to everyone and hide it in the veneer of a bad upbringing or some other bullshit. He has never and will never care about anyone other than himself. Stank, and don't you dare tell my brother I said this, is the only one of them that has decency within him and if it was just him, that'd be an easy choice. Stan has and always will choose whoever can benefit his career the most. Matt's just a jackass but the good thing about that is he won't lie about it. He has an overinflated sense of ego, but to be fair, you need a bit of that in this business. His problem is that he's very much only ever looked out for himself and the little bit that he can care about others is saved for Jaime. But then there's your brother...

Mai: Wait, you forgot about Firewoman.

Alexis: Mai, you know better than anyone. Firewoman lies. She's as much a member of the Saints as much as you were good at being bad.

Mai: *sneers*

Alexis: Yea, it just doesn't work Mai. Firewoman has her own plans going on and for now it means using the Saints to achieve those plans. But your brother on the one hand, he's quite possibly one of the best manipulators I've ever seen and at times doesn't even truly realize it because he may be a sociopath. On the other hand, there are times when you can actually see a human behind those manipulations and behaviors and the one thing Junichiro has always needed is someone to believe in him. He's tried to force it so many times in the past whether with you, or Firewoman, or Shizuru, or Stan, or Tytan, or so many others but he hasn't realized that it cannot be forced. So, again, Mai...you need to decide your future and where the rest fit in. But I just needed to say something because I am so tired of watching one of the few inherently good people around here continue to have others try and manipulate and use her.

Mai: Isn't that what you're doing?

Alexis: Nope, because at the end of the day Mai...it truly doesn't matter to me what side you choose because we aren't friends or enemies and I don't see that changing no matter what side you choose. But I've been where you are before. A long time ago, when I had to choose between power and family. I chose Alex. I don't regret it for one second. But that's not to say I would have regretted choosing Poe. I just know I made my choice. I stand by it. And I hope you do the same. Enjoy your waffles. They're just as good as pancakes and so much better than French toast.

*Fade*

[L!zz~]

(As Alexis finishes her conversation with Mai and begins to walk away, she hears someone say her name and pauses, looking around)

Josie: Down here (giggling slightly, her hands behind her back)

Alexis: (looks down, but not before seeing Kylie off to the side who shrugs a bit) Uh..Hi..Josephine .

Josie: Sorry to interrupt Miss. Alexis, but I wanted to ask a favor ...(hesitates a bit shy)

Alexis; (surprised and very curious, kneels to be on eye level with Josie) Oh? Now, I don't know if I can do it but you can ask...

Josie: (hands her a hand drawn card covered with lots of glitter, heart stickers and lots of bright colors) I made this for Mr. Alexander can you give it to him?

Alexis: You..made Xander a card? (Reaching for it, struggling not to hide her amusement)

Josie; (nods) Mr. Alexander is so dreamy.

Alexis: Dreamy...(looking up she glances at Kylie who gives her a shrug as if to say what can I do?) Sure, Josephine. I'll give this to Xander.

Josie: (beams) Thank you Miss Alexis! (Gives her a hug, than races off back to Kylie)

(Kylie smiles at her niece, taking her hand, glances back at Alexis mouthing sorry and leads the little girl away)

(Alexis smirks and heads out)

Fade

[snelson66]

FADE in on the OOWF World Tag Team Champions, each wearing their respective favorite NFL team’s jersey (Folz has a Rodgers 12 and Fulton has a Cousins ... looking at the card for tomorrow night’s Midweek Mayhem. Fulton points at their match.

SF: “So who are these guys? They new to our roster?”

MF: “I don’t think Juni’s signed these guys. He signed someone named Trent Razor or something. No, these are the Havana Pitbulls.”

SF: “Who?”

MF: “They were in Ring of Honor ten years ago or so. No idea what they’ve done since then.”

SF: “Our division is trash. We’re bringing in these no name guys just so we can appear on the card? Awful.”

MF: “Our booker is doing what he can.”

SF: “Oh, I don’t have a problem with him... or her... or s/he. It’s the lack of tag team talent. Danny’s solution of throwing people together is bad. We’ve been working together on and off for almost a decade. No one just put together should be able to beat us.”

MF: “We get more weeks off then.”

SF: “Oh no. We’re not going to look past anyone. Look what happened to the Vikings against the Bills or the Packers against Washington.”

Folz sighs.

MF: “C’mon. Let’s go get some gym work in.”

SF: “Alright. But I’m tired of you putting Ellen DeGeneres on the TV though. Let’s put Jeopardy on. I’d like to learn something.”

MF: “For you, Ellen is instructional TV.”

SF: “Eff you.”

FADE

[snelson66]

[OOC: Sorry for the double post]

FADE in on the Hallway of Random Encounters. Walking down the hall is the Shining Eagle Jack Bullet. His phone beeps signaling a voicemail. He plays the voicemail.

*BEEP*

VM: “Hey Jack. It’s Carl. Not that one.. Carl From Fresno. See, here’s the thing. There’s this guy here and ...”

The sounds of a scuffle can be heard and then what sounds like a body hitting the floor. Another voice comes on the phone.

VM: “Sorry, Jack. Carl’s not going to be able to work your merch truck behind the Varadero Street Market today. He’s... indisposed. See ya soon.”

The voicemail ends and Bullet looks to see when the voicemail was sent. Seems cell service in Cuba is iffy and the voicemail was left about two hours ago. Bullet tries calling Carl back and we can actually hear the phone ring. Bullet is puzzled until the phone drops on the floor in front of him. Bullet turns around right into a punch to the nose which knocks him into the wall. His vision clears enough to see Nick Fleming standing in front of him.

NF: “Jack.”

Fleming takes a punch from Bullet to the stomach and one to the ribs but gets a kick to jimmies on Bullet which takes the wind out of his sails. Fleming underhooks Bullets arms and chickenwing DDTs Bullet into the concrete floor. Fleming stands over Bullet.

NF: “Maybe you should walk around with a coat rack to protect your ass. I can see why Juni took your place.”

Fleming turns around to leave, but calls back over his shoulder.

NF: “By the way, I plan on sticking around Jackie-boy. I’m going to be your worst nightmare. Keep an eye out during your match with Flasher. I might be there.”

Fleming walks off as we FADE.

[Leo]

Nick Fleming walks through the halls at the OOWF offices, having finished signing his paperwork to return. As he rounds a corner he is sent flying off his feet and to the ground by "Silver Eagle" Jack Bullet wielding Coat Rack Steven Richards, formerly Coat Rack Nick Fleming, like a baseball bat. He drives the top of the coat rack into Fleming's head, then his stomach and finally his groin. Bullet drops to the ground and whispers into the ear of Fleming as he writhes in pain on the floor.

JB: Do you know why I do all that bush league psyche out shit? It's simple. It's to separate the jobbers from the elite. Say what you will about Christian Carter, but when I did it to him he came after me tooth and nail and I loved every minute of it. I do it to you and you run away like a bitch with your tail between your legs. You say you're going to be there every time I turn around. Good, you better be. Because the time I look and you're not there, because you ran away again, I'm going to track you down like the mangy dog you are and put you out of your misery like Old Yeller. I thought about laughing off that little tickle fight we had earlier, but I'm the world champion now, something you will never be, and I have to keep up appearances. You know, one thing I always wondered is why you never just stole this coat rack and put it in a wood chipper. It's what I would have done. Let me throw you a bone and do what you should have done a long time ago.

Bullet takes a couple more shots on Fleming as he lays on the floor. He then slams the coat rack repeatedly up against the steel door frame. Shards starts to fly everywhere. The coat rack then splits in two. Bullet continues to slam the pieces until there is not much left and leaves Fleming lying in the sawdust and splinters.

FADE.

[Leo]

Voicemail from Jack Bullet's phone 8 p.m. Tuesday, Oct. 9

*BEEP*

Hey, Jackie Boy, it's Carl. No, not that Carl. It's Carl from Fresno.

I'm sorry about earlier with Nick Fleming. He just came out of nowhere and hits like a jackhammer. He didn't steal anything, but the way it smells I think he pissed all over the merchandise...ah, hell, I can't lie to you, that was me. He hit me so hard I lost control of my bladder. In my defense, lunch was Taco Bell and a fifth of Bullet Brand Bourbon. Don't look under the front seat. I promise to get the truck fumigated out of my pay. Wait do you pay me? We'll have to discuss that.

Call me back, it's Carl...from Fresno.

*BEEP*

[snelson66]

FADE in backstage in Havana. Walking smugly (how does one walk smugly?!) is Silver Eagle Jack Bullet. He’s feeling pretty pleased with himself after putting down Nick Fleming using his coat rack.

He turns a corner and... nothing. No one else is there and Bullet gets back to his room. He turns on OOWF-TV and there’s a news report on Carl From Fresno. Seems Carl was arrested by the Cuban Police for urinating in public and trafficking in stolen merchandise.

The newscast takes a break and Nick Fleming is shown on screen. He’s beat-up and bloody still from the beat down and standing amidst the wreckage of Coat Rack Stevie Richards.

NF: “I’m Nick Fleming. You may remember me from my earlier stint here in the OOWF. Probably not, as I wasn’t here long. I am, however, a two-time OOWF Intercontinental Champion and just like Jack Bullet, 2017 OOWF Breakthrough Star of the Year.

NF: “This mess you see here around me, along with the injuries I’ve sustained are from him. As Warner Wolf used to say, ‘Let’s go to the videotape.’”

Footage from the attack on Fleming is shown in full detail including the shot to the groin with the coat rack.

NF: “Mr. Bullet seems to think I tucked tail and ran from the OOWF. It’s true I left unexpectedly. Unbeknownst to Mr. Bullet, I left because my mother had passed away and I had a mental breakdown. Mr. Bullet thinks people who have mental health issues are crybabies. Mr. Bullet doesn’t care about people nor does he care if your mother has died. Mr. Bullet attacks people because he had to share his award.

NF: “Mr. Bullet is not right for the OOWF. We do not need Mr. Bullet. We need someone who doesn’t hurt mental health patients. Bullets hurt people. Say no to Jack Bullet. Say yes to Mac Flasher. I’m Nick Fleming and I approved this message.”

VO: “This message paid for by the Jack Bullet is a Bully Committee; Nick Fleming, Treasurer.”

FADE

[Leo]

"Silver Eagle" Jack Bullet sits on his bed in his hotel room in silence having just watched the latest statements made by Nick Fleming. The look on his face is a combination of contemplative and remorseful. He hears a knock on the door and very absentmindedly says "come in" not thinking if it could be Fleming, Fulton or someone else who would be looking to deliver a fresh beat down.

The door opens and it's ~BRICK. He is carrying a small flower put with a sliver of wood sticking out of it. He sits the flower part down on the dresser next to the television and then plops down on the bed next to Jack. Bullet looks at the flower pot.

JB: Is that a piece of Coat Rack Steven Richards?

~BRICK: He was my friend too. I was working very closely with you when you renamed the coat rack for Richards.

JB: He's not Groot. You're not going to grow a baby coat rack.

~BRICK: I'm a walking, talking brick. You don't know what magic could be in that old silk hat I found.

JB: What?

~BRICK: That's not important now. I saw what Fleming just said.

JB: I had no idea about what happened to his mother or his mental issues.

~BRICK: Oh, cry me a river. We all have dead mothers. We all have mental problems. Rub some dirt in it and keep going. Notice he didn't mention the beat down he laid on you. Fleming fired the first shot. You're a Man of Action. You responded just the way you should have. No shame in your game.

JB: What are doing here anyway? Since you turned on me for Zed and I fired you as CEO of Bullet Brands, we haven't exactly been on the best of terms.

~BRICK: To be honest, Zed might not be much longer for the OOWF and I need a new meal ticket. No bullshit. I made OOWF Zed Again. I can make it Bullet Club...wait, that's probably trademarked. You are the Better Man for a Better OOWF. If Fleming wants to play the political campaigning game, there's nobody better than me to take him on in that realm for you.

JB: I don't know ~BRICK, you burned me once and I don't know if I want to attack a man with a dead mother and mental problems.

~BRICK: He's the bad guy here. Not you. You're the compassionate conservative. You're the one who will leave no child behind. You're the one with real plans for real people, a reformer who gets results.

JB: I don't know...am I really a bully?

~BRICK: You're a winner. We're all winners here...except Nick Fleming. Remember that.

~BRICK stands picks up the flower pot and walks out.

Bullet stands and faces the window, looking out on the world. A few moments go by when another knock is heard on the door. He says "come in" again while turning, not thinking who it could be. It's Josie.

JB: Darling, what you doing here? Where's Kylie?

Josie: She's taking a nap before the show tonight. Opus was watching me, but I distracted him with a can of shardines. We were watching OOWF TV. Mr. ~BRICK is a bad man. You're a good man. I still believe in you.

Josie then hands Bullet a picture of him drawn in crayon. He's carrying a U.S. Flag and has Ellsworth the Eagle perched on his outstretched forearm. She runs off before being caught out of her nearby room on the same floor.

Bullet sets the picture on the bed and looks at it. He then drops to his knees, clasps his hands in front of him and prays as the scene FADES.

[snelson66]

FADE in directly after the Jack Bullet promo. An image on the screen reads “Say No to Bullets” and Nick Fleming, all cleaned up and in a suit and tie is standing in a grassy field, with the sun shining on him... just right.

“I’m Nick Fleming and I approve this message.

“Jack Bullet likes to think he’s praying. But Jack Bullet doesn’t believe in a God. Jack Bullet believes in attacking people with mental issues.

“Jack Bullet, Man of Action, is associating with a well-known cheat and anthropomorphic brick. These are the types of people who support Jack Bullet. A talking piece of clay and a small girl who runs away from adults. Do we really want Jack Bullet in the OOWF?

“Mac Flasher is a fine upstanding man who deserves your support tonight at Midweek Mayhem. Mac Flasher doesn’t tempt children away from adults and Mac Flasher wants nothing to do with anthropomorphic clay.

“I support Mac Flasher. You should too.”

The scene fades to a graphic image saying “Mac Flasher for OOWF Champion. Funding for this advertisement comes from the ‘Jack Bullet Is Probably a Communist Committee, Nick Fleming-Treasurer.’”

FADE

[DrMcAwesome]

*BRIDGET O’MALLEY walks into the Spin Hansen Memorial Training Center to find MAC FLASHER sitting on a weight bench. MAC is seen watching the latest video footage, mostly concerning ‘SILVER EAGLE’ JACK BULLET and NICK FLEMING, but also with attention to ZED’s comments to JUNICHIRO ‘ECOSYSTEM’ MUYO*

BRIDGET: “Hey, kid. You actually plan on training or are you just here for the WiFi?”

MAC: “The reception is good here, what can I say?”

BO’M: “You still jammed about this pairing with Zed?”

MF: “Yeah. When he ended the friendship and our alliance in Johnstown, that was it. There was never going to be a reunion.”

BO’M: “Mac. It’s pro wrestling. You two were destined to reunite and break apart a dozen times before it was all said and done for you two.”

MF: “I dunno … This felt permanent. But … I guess this week, I’ve been going back to what Zed said in the aftermath in Johnstown. In those weeks after. Any time that we crossed. Was I the problem?”

BO’M: “Mac. No. Stop with that. Zed was going to do what he did regardless of anything that you were doing right … Or what he spun as wrong. He made his decision to align with BRICK~! and turn his back on everything that made Zed what he was. If that was making the OOWF Zed again, then so be it.”

MF: “I was never trying to push him aside and steal his spotlight. It was never about that.”

BO’M: “I’m going to stop you there. You were both Robins trying to be Batman. Zed just saw it before you did and got the hell out … You were still taking in everything that OOWF offered while Zed was frustrated that he was screwed over in a numbers game. But you’re both codependent as hell.”

MF: “How in the world do you figure that I’m codependent?”

BO’M (pointing at herself): “Ahem!”

MF: “OK … Point taken.”

BO’M: “But since you’ve been here. You’ve latched on to whatever you can to add security to yourself. You begged for a feud and then you finally got one in Chloe Neal and it brought something out in you. You were in this ambiguous relationship with Kylie Mignolio and you seemed at peace. You wouldn’t let Zed breathe without wanting to play him at some kind of video game. I’d get calls at all hours to interview you just because you can’t stand being by yourself. That’s just in the first year that you were here. Since then, you wanted a piece of Moosehead Jack just to prove that you were able to be as depraved as he was in the ring or something because being the OOWF World Champion wasn’t enough. You buddied up with Jack Bullet because he offered friendship and an outlet that you wouldn’t have displayed on your own … Now I’m afraid that you’ll try to strike an alliance with Nick Fleming just because he said some nice things about you when really, he’s just trying to get at Jack Bullet.”

MF: “So you’re saying …”

B’OM: “You can’t stand being alone. You want the validation that comes in knowing that you’re not a lone wolf … But then you project to me that nobody was ever there for you? What the hell have I been for as long as we’ve known each other? But you’re just always out for that next validation. A different voice to help you rationalize that you’re doing something OK. That through everything, you’re getting noticed … You know. Instead of taking the affirmations that you receive at face value and accept that you’re who you are and that you can be all those things that you wish to be called on your own.”

MF: “I …”

*KAYFABE rushes in holding a sign saying ‘Listen to the woman, Mac.’*

BO’M: “I mean, just don’t murder Zed. Good luck out there.”

*BRIDGET kisses MAC on the cheek and exits as MAC stares at nothing in particular as the scene fades*

[Leo]

Fade in on a still image of Nick Fleming in black and white frozen on the screen. BRICK~! speaks in voice over, but is lowering his voice to sound epic and dramatic.

BRICK~!: Nick Fleming questions Jack Bullet's faith in God. Who is he to question a true Christian, when he's belittled our Lord in his own words.

The image comes to life and we see a heavily edited segment of Fleming's last promo.

NF: I...do...not...believe in a God...and...you should too.

The image freezes and again goes back to black and white.

BRICK~!: Nick Fleming claims that his mother died. But, how do we know he even had a mother at all. Nick Fleming claims to have mental issues. But, how do we know if he even has a brain. Nick Fleming says a lot, but has proven nothing.

The image changes to a still image of Jack Bullet in the ring holding the U.S. Flag.

This message is not endorsed by Jack Bullet in any way. Funding for this advertisement comes from the "Nick Fleming probably thinks 9/11 was an inside job" Foundation for a Better Tomorrow - BRICK~! Treasurer.

[Fire-Babe]

Firewoman is saying final goodbyes and posing for final pictures with impressionable young fans, before she heads back to get ready for the show. She turns around and is met by her tag team partner for the evening, Shizuru Manbeef. Firewoman cannot remember how to spell his real last name and is too lazy to look it up.

SM: Firewoman! I'm so glad I found you.

Firewoman just stares at him.

SM: I wanted to...I wanted to thank you.

FW: .......for?

SM: You tried to tell me about the Saints. You told me they were just using me, making fun of me.

FW: Uh huh....

SM: And that our opponent tonight, Junichiro, was using me too.

FW: Your point?

SM: So we have something in common.

FW: ....did you miss the point where I joined the Saints, and I was always going to join the Saints?

SM: Well...yes, but when you weren't you tried to look out for me. And now we both have an enemy in common.

FW: ......

SM: Junichiro Muyo!

FW: Oh...right...

SM: So I am really excited to finally be on the same team as you and--

In a flash, Firewoman has his arm behind his back and slammed him face-first against the wall.

SM: Oooff...

FW: I remember all that, Sizzlechest. I remember how you dismissed my warnings and called me stupid.

SM: I didn't--

FW: I remember, further, how when you were all pumped up with your new fake partners and your fake love interest, how you threatened to do something very dark and disturbing to little Josie. I take a very...VERY...dim view of that, and I don't really care about whether or not that was all for show. Some things are off limits, and even the Saints would back me up.

SM: Mffff.

FW: I promised myself, that when I was back to active duty, that I would take this up with you, and the fact that we are on the same side in some stupid crazy random tag team thing does not mean that it will save you from the beatdown you very richly deserve for that. As far as I'm concerned, tonight I'm in a handicapped match. Stay out of the ring or you get what you deserve.

Fire roughly shoves Shizuru into a nearby conveniently placed trio of aluminum trashcans. She turns...and sees three or four girl fans, around 9-10 years old, with their mouths open in shock, and their parents equally surprised and appalled. They quickly grab their children by the arms and pull them away.

FW: Damn.....