[Leo]

Midweek Mayhem

01/09

Oaxaca, Mexico

Non-Title Submission Match

Jack Bullet vs. Firewoman

If Firewoman wins she gets a title shot at Dance of Death and can pick the stipulation. If Bullet wins, he doesn't have face Fire again for rest of 2019

Matt Folz vs. Kylie Mignolio

Stan Fulton vs. Bridet O'Malley

Non-Title No Disqualification Match

Sebastian Davis vs. Alexis Darling

Non-Title Triple Threat

Zed vs. Nick Fleming vs. Shizuru

Mac Flasher vs. Mama Juana

Beverly Cambridge vs. Awesome Bill from Dawsonville

Subject to Moose not having his computer back and me having to post again on my birthday.

[DrMcAwesome]

*an INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA sees BRIDGET O’MALLEY and KYLE MIGNOLIO walking backstage*

BRIDGET: “Hey … That was my fault earlier. I shouldn’t have tried to be the hero outside when Jack Bullet and Firewoman were doing whatever they were doing. I took my eyes off the ring and you got caught.”

KYLIE: “Hey. Think nothing of it. I think they felt like they owed us after what we did on Sunday.”

BO’M: “Yeah. I guess so. I mean, “OOWF World Tag Team champions, The Frenemies’ has an awesome ring to it.”

KM: “It really does.”

*BRIDGET and KYLIE stop outside of ‘DYNAMITE’ DANNY TAYLOR’s office to see the run sheet for the Jan. 9 edition of MidWeek Mayhem. KYLIE nods solemnly while BRIDGET gulps*

KM: “Folz? OK. I got this.”

BO’M: “Christ on a cracker. I’ve got ‘The Crusher’ Stan Fulton. Damn it.”

KM: “What? You think he’s going to be able to handle you?”

BO’M: “He’s basically a refrigerator with a Lamborghini’s engine. He might actually be faster than me.”

KM: “My night is no easier. I get the best pure wrestler in this company, and he’s not afraid to tell everyone that fact every time he speaks. But hey, we beat those guys as a team on Sunday, we can beat them individually next week.”

BO’M: “I guess you’re right. Might be easier if we don’t have to have eyes in the back of our heads for an entire fight.”

KM: “I wouldn’t go that far. The only Saint we maybe won’t have to worry about is Moosehead Jack. You fight one Saint of Sinners …”

BO’M: “As your frenemy, nothing they can do can rival what we’d do to each other if given the chance.”

KM: “For sure. Think the cafeteria is still serving? I could use some kind of snack wrap.”

BO’M: “One way to find out.”

*BRIDGET and KYLIE walk away as the scene fades*

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene sees BRIDGET O’MALLEY and MAC FLASHER lounging in their hotel suite. MAC is stretched on the couch with BRIDGET leaning back into MAC. As the two are deep into their mindless binging on Netflix, BRIDGET’s phone dings, causing her to sit up and grab it to read the message*

BRIDGET: “Wow. That’s awesome!”

MAC: “What? I’m getting my rematch with Jack Bullet?”

BO’M: “No. Just something cool and fun.”

MF: “…”

BO’M (reading): “Your request for a tarot reading has been approved. The appointment can be fulfilled at your earliest convenience.”

MF: “Wait. What?”

BO’M: “Well … Before you had to go and beat Mama Juana, I had asked her about a tarot reading in exchange for … Well, I have Bing-Bong’s Dispensary on speed dial.”

MF: “You don’t believe in …”

BO’M: “Stop right there, Mr. Video Games.”

MF: “I acknowledge that my hobby is pure fiction. That stuff with the tarot cards can get in your head and mess it up.”

BO’M: “So, I shouldn’t get the couples’ reading?”

MF: “I’ll pass. Plus, I doubt that my face is the one that Mama Juana wants to see after Wednesday.”

BO’M: “OK. Well, I’m going to head out to see if I can get a reading tonight. You sure you don’t want to come along?”

MF: “Oh … I … Ummm …” *MAC sighs* “… Go ahead.”

BO’M: “What, Mac?”

MF: “Nothing. We can just do that another night. Go get your reading, dear.”

BO’M: “I knew you’d understand!”

*BRIDGET kisses MAC on the cheek and exits the suite, after almost forgetting her shoes in her excitement. MAC sighs and opens a webpage on his phone for a pinball bar in Oaxaca, Mexico to check its weekend hours before texting an unknown person as the scene fades*

[Road Warrior Shark]

~~~ Fade into the OOWF interview Banner. Onslaught Champion Sebastian Davis stands there, mic in hand, pointing at the camera. ~~~


Sebastian: Ok, you little bitch. You want to play dirty? Then play dirty we shall. And in a match where I don't have to worry about losing my title if the rules get bent a tad to far? I can't wait.

See, you have no idea what I am capable of. No one here does. They've all underestimated me. They've all paid the price.

But you, I know your playbook. We all do. We've seem it over and over and over and over and over again.

So Wednesday, Ms Darling, you and I aren't wrestling. No ma'am, we're going to have a fight. And I'm kicking your ass. Guar. An. Teed.

~~~ He slams the mic to the ground and storms off camera. After 10 seconds of the plain backdrop, we fade ~~~

[Fire-Babe]

Firewoman comes in from her morning run. Alexander Darling is heading out somewhere, probably whatever the highest peak nearby.

AD: You know, normally I'd say that people shouldn't go out by themselves in Mexico, but then it's you, and God help anyone who tries anything.

FW: Thanks.

AD: Mr. Quinn's knee still messed up?

FW: Moose?

AD: No, your new spouse.

FW: OH....*frowns at him*....still rehabbing.

Firewoman looks around awkwardly. Alex kind of lets her for a bit, silently amused.

AD: You know...this doesn't have to be awkward. We're good.

FW: No, I know it's just...um....

AD: Awkward.

FW: Right....

Fire looks around awkwardly again.

FW: Oh...thanks for coming to the wedding.

AD: We weren't--

FW: I saw you and Lexie...Up around to the side. Mostly out of sight, except to people who know where to look.

AD: You looked great and very happy. I'm glad.

FW: Thanks....well--

AD: Seriously, Fire, this doesn't have to be awkward. I don't have any issues with you, I gave you the information I thought you should have, you chose to do nothing with it, so it's over, and--

FW: I have not chosen to do nothing, I'm...biding me time.

AD: Yeah, well, same diff. Regardless, you know if you ever need anything, Lexie and I are here.

FW: I got that covered with the Saints.

AD: Right, well...

Firewoman turns to go, and then stops.

FW: Actually....

AD: Knew it.

FW: Blood Pond, you and Moose.

AD: I will not be holding back.

FW: I know, no, and I won't ask either of you too, just...well...Danny is saying you guys will need seconds.

AD: I'm aware.

FW: So my favor.

AD: Uh huh.

FW: Let me be your second.

Alexander is stunned for a moment and then starts laughing.

AD: You have GOT to be kidding me. NO!

FW: A.B....

AD: Go be Moose's second...

FW: He said he wouldn't ask me because he thought I'd throw in the towel too early.

AD: Lexie will be my second, if it's needed and--

FW: And she'll throw in the towel too early too.

AD: She will not.

FW: .....

AD: .....and you won't?

FW: Hell no, why would I stop my brother from beating you?

AD: ...so why should I choose you?

FW: You already know why. Just...think about it.

Firewoman leaves, and Alexander walks the other way, truly thinking about it.

[DrMcAwesome]

*MAC FLASHER is spotted by the INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA enjoying a plate of PCPL-battered wings at Nowhere Bar, Grill and PCPL Repository when MAMA JUANA enters and pulls up a chair across from MAC, who doesn’t even look up as he addresses JUANA*

MAC: “I’m not sure what you’re fixing at for an endgame with Bridget, but I do not trust it one bit.”

JUANA: “You do not trust it because you do not understand it, Mr. Flasher. My readings mean no harm. Your lady seeks answers that the cards provide. I am a vessel of those answers. I am merely like your friend Reverend BRICK~!, but with a different message.”

MF: “Well, I still don’t trust Reverend BRICK~! all too much. Why should I trust you? Why should I trust that what you’re doing with Bridget is not just a ploy to get into my head.”

MJ: “Mr. Flasher. To get in your head, I would not need to employ Ms. O’Malley. I have ways to get into your head without even thinking of your lady. The ginger one seeks answers and truth. You seek absolutes and what fits your ideas of the truth. Many have driven themselves mad to find absolutes when they dismiss truth as fiction because it doesn’t suit their wishes.”

MF: “Whatever. So help me, though … If you mess with her mind in the slightest, I’ll make your Wednesday hell. I have my eye on you.”

MJ: “You have the word of Juana that I will not do any more to Ms. O’Malley’s mind than what she allows to happen. As for your eyes, the wisdom I pass to you is that you keep your eye on your vision. Be it Wednesday or in the future.”

*JUANA exits while cackling while MAC alternates stares between the exiting JUANA and the plate of PCPL-battered wings as the scene fades*

[DrMcAwesome]

*a yet-to-be-seen-in-OOWF face stands in front of the OOWF Interview Banner while holding a microphone as “JOHN LAW” appears in a chyron on the screen*

JOHN: “You spend years of your life building to what you think is your goal. You get to that goal and then you make it the best possible thing for you to live the best life possible, then it all gets taken away. A few whiny people have to speak up and your dream is dashed. You see, for eight months, I was a big-city police officer. Almost every leaf on my family tree has a badge. It was my fate. The difference between most of the so-called officers in my family and myself? I took advantage of all that I deserved as an officer, and took what others thought I didn’t deserve to remind them that I, JOHN FUCKING LAW, was in charge!

“So, after getting removed from the force for excessive aggression and corruption, I turned my attention to wrestling. For two years, I made my mark in every high school gym, armory or county fairground that would hold a ring. The reputation that I built as a wrestler is only exceeded by the knowledge that this isn’t an act, I’m not one of the good guys. Being a good guy doesn’t get people like me what we want. After your GM in OOWF, ‘Dynamite’ Danny Taylor was finally able to submit a contract worth my time, I signed it. I also told him that that contract was my license to distribute a brand of punishment that would be on his hands for bringing me here.

“You see … I’m not here to ‘bring justice to OOWF.’ This isn’t some hokey cop gimmick. I’m here to make people suffer. I’m here to hurt people. The skills I learned in training to become an officer have become your worst nightmare. You try living a life where ‘disgraced’ is an adjective that follows you everywhere you go while preceding your name. You try living a life where fans with Google can read about what I did to citizens that had it coming, and still choose to taunt me.

“Your suffering is only beginning, OOWF. There is no justice. Just pain.”

*JOHN throws down the microphone and storms off as the scene fades*

[Road Warrior Shark]

~~~ We fade into the OOWF Interview Banner. Sebastian Davis stands there, Onslaught Title slung over his shoulder.

Sebastian: So, I show up, dominating, winning titles from the get, and now all of a sudden, they go and bring in a couple more Johnny-come-latelys. JOhnny Law, Cody Cage, whomever the hell you think you are, I want you to remember one thing. You might be tough shit somewhere else, but you aren't The Best. You aren't Sebastian Davis.

My advice to you two? Sit back, shut your damn mouths and take some notes on how it's done round here. Nick Fleming? Beat him. Alexander Darling? Beat him. Mac Flasher? Beat him. Little Lexi Darling? She gets beat on Wednesday. Guar. An. Teed.

~~~ Davis pats the title belt on his shoulder and stares down the INC until it fades. ~~~

[DevSop]

*Some Mexican Beach at sunset*

Alexis Darling is sitting on a dock watching the waves crash against the rocks.

Lexie: Bitch. Little. Spoiled. Coattails. Manipulative. Whore. Rat. I've heard them all Sebastian. You want to talk about how you took out my brother. How these Johnny come latelys won't be good enough. How you're the best. Talk, talk, talk. That's all I hear coming from your little mouth. Yea, you're a big strong guy. Makes the rest of us quiver in fear. Guar-an-damn-teed. Or you know, not. Sebastian, today, you are nothing special. One day, you might be. That day won't be this week because if villains like Poe, Moosehead Jack, Stank, Ghosthead, and Ecosystem haven't been able to eliminate the Darlings from wrestling, it sure as hell won't be someone as meaningless as you.

So you can talk about how the new guys aren't you. Aren't the best. But remember something, you're not the best either, by any metric. If you just want to go on titles currently held, well, the Onslaught is like the participation award. If you wanna go on history, well, you're a joke Sebastian. Let me make it clear for you; come Wednesday, you can keep overlooking me and it won't just be bitch that you call me, but Queen Bitch and I will make you bend the knee like a good little boy. Guar-an-teed, bitch.

*Fade*

[Jack Quinn]

<we cut to the Destroyitorium, which is currently empty. As the camera pans around, we hear the door open, and Moose walks in, slowly, and with the help of a cane. Moose slowly, and somewhat painfully, makes his way behind the bar, grabs a bottle of Trust Me, then heads to the stool. Jack opens the bottle and takes a long drink, then lights a cigar. He exhales a cloud of smoke, leans back and closes his eyes for a moment, then speaks>

I know how the story ends. When I close my eyes at night, I see it. When I dream, I see it. I've seen it so many times it has become my reality. A shitty gym, in front of fifty people. I'm in the ring, fifty pounds heavier, several steps slower. I am facing some kid, eighteen, nineteen years old. He is pumped to be in the ring with Moosehead Jack. He is working way too fast for what he knows, he is listening to the crowd.......what little crowd there is......he is jacked on adrenaline. He lifts me for a piledriver on the apron, and misses. We slam to the floor, I feel a brief sharp pain........then nothing. It all goes black and I wake up.

Nick Fleming.......you are not that green rookie, and we were not in a gym in front of fifty people. You went for that piledriver on the apron, and you missed. I hit the apron and then the floor, there was a sharp pain.......then nothing. Only it didn't go dark. I didn't wake up. I laid there looking up at the lights, and I realized I couldn't move. I laid there and saw you get up and sneer at me, and walk away. I laid there and saw the referee make the X. I laid there as the EMT's got there. I laid there and saw the look in their eyes and I knew something was wrong.

Nick Fleming, I will never forget that feeling, that feeling of utter helplessness. I don't believe that your intention was to try and break my neck, I believe had it happened, you would take credit for it, but I don't believe that that was your intention, and I know why, so son, sit back and listen for a moment. Take this time to sit under the learning tree because just as I am sitting here now, you will be here in the future.

Fleming, you are a great wrestler. The OOWF has dozens of great wrestlers. Mac Flasher, Jack Bullet, Sebastian Davis and Zed all immediately come to mind. All the talent in the world. All the drive in the world. But you all lack that one thing, and you can call old timers like Alex and I anything you want, but we have that one thing: a killer instinct. That is why we, and the Saints, have been the top dogs around here for so long. Fleming, I was at your mercy. Bullet, congratulations, you have lost your mind, but you won't do what it takes to reach that alpha status. Mac, you wanted to. You tried and you lost yourself, and now, you are back to what you've always been: Good, maybe even great, but not legendary. Zed, you ran with the Saints, but when push comes to shove, the only one you would really shove is Mac. Davis, you talk a big game, but you've not done shit. One day, you all have the chance to be the pinnacle, the absolute best, legends, but unless you learn to TAKE what you want when you have the chance? It will never happen.

Fleming, as I laid in that bed, wondering if I would walk again, wondering what I would do if I couldn't, I understood one thing. I know the end, but the full story is yet to be written. I promise you this Nick Fleming, the next chapter of my life is going to deal exclusively with making you suffer. You want what I have? You want to be what I am? You should have taken it while you had the chance. You didn't, and now? You will have to kill me to get that chance again, and you are not the end to my story.

Trust me

<Moose takes another long drink and exhales another cloud of smoke, and we fade>

[DrMcAwesome]

*JOHN LAW can be seen walking through the Hallway of Random Encounters when he randomly encounters, and bumps into, JUSTIN SANE. Since an INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA is present, something is about to go down*

JOHN: “Out of my way, ring crew.”

JUSTIN: “Ring crew? Obviously, you must be new.”

*JUSTIN lifts up his wife beater to show off his DDT Ironman Heavy Metal championship*

JS: “I’m Justin Sane, the DDT Ironman …”

JL (laughing): “Wait, this place lets you be a champion? Holy shit, I’m going to have it so easy here.”

JS: “Look, rookie. I may not have your muscles, or your temper, but I’ve held this championship since September.”

JL: “Has anyone challenged you for it since you won it?”

JS: “Well … No.”

JL: “Well, I want to beat you for that title. What do I have to do to get that shot, pipsqueak?”

JS: “You don’t have do anything aside from …”

*JUSTIN tries to get the jump on JOHN with a pair of punches to the jaw that only serves to anger him. JOHN quickly uses his size and strength advantage to subdue JUSTIN, locking him into Miranda Rights after toying with him for about a minute. The hold gets an immediate tap-out submission from JUSTIN*

WINNER! AND NEW DDT IRONMAN HEAVY METAL CHAMPION, JOHN LAW!

*the OOWF OFFICIAL tries to loosen JOHN’s grip but to no avail as JUSTIN’s flailing slows until he lifelessly slumps over. The OFFICIAL finally convinces JOHN to let go of JUSTIN as he hands him the DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Championship, JOHN now catching on to the rules of the championship, cracks a wry, evil smile*

JL (standing as JUSTIN coughs for air): “OOWF, if this is one of your best, then it won’t be long until I squeeze the fight out of everyone in this locker room and hold the OOWF World Title.”

*JUSTIN, showing a bit of moxie, grabs at JOHN’s leg only to get stomped down*

JL: “As this guy just learned, there is no justice. Just pain.”

*JOHN stomps JUSTIN for good measure and tries to zip tie his hands behind his back while OOWF Security rushes in to prevent further damage as the scene fades*

[Leo]

Mama Juana crosses to another table at the Nowhere Bar, Grill and PCPL Repository where her husband and OOWF World Heavyweight Champion "Silver Eagle" Jack Bullet is sitting eating a slab of ribs that looks like what Fred Flintstone used to get that would tip over his car.

JB: Would you believe this is the child's portion.

MJ: Maybe we can take a doggie bag to Carol from Fresno.

JB: Why are you over there screwing with Mac Flasher like that.

MJ: I want to be seen as more than Jack Bullet's wife here in the OOWF. Let me go have my own fun, my own way.

JB: It wouldn't have anything to do with Flasher kind of, sort of, gunning to get the world title back from me.

MJ: Of course not, you can take of yourself, just like I can. You also shouldn't be worrying about Flasher when you have Firewoman coming for you.

JB: Fire is the devil you know. I know what I'm going to get from her. No less scary, but I'd rather deal with her than an unknown commodity like John Law.

Bullet flips his phone over to Juana so she can see the videos from OOWF.com

MJ: You know, the more they talk the less they back it up.

JB: We'll see, but there's an injection of new blood around her lately. I like it on one hand, but not so much on the other.

MJ: You know, I'm part of that.

JB: Sure, I do. Are you coming for my title too.

MJ: Not this week.

Juana cackles.

JB: Why did I marry you again?

Juana takes one of the rib sections, puts it in her mouth, twists it and pulls out a clean bone.

JB: Okay, I remember now.

The camera pulls back from the table and FADES.

[DrMcAwesome]

*the feed sees MAC FLASHER as he’s sitting on a couch next to ZED and THE REVEREND BRICK~! as a Season 3 episode of “Button Mashers” is being recorded. MAC and ZED are co-opping through through “Fire Pro Wrestling World” on the PlayStation 4. After ZED and MAC complete a victory, the shot goes to the wrestler select screen as MAC explains the game*

MAC: “So, they didn’t get the OOWF license for names and likenesses, but you can find a ton of reasonable clones of wrestlers you know and love. For example, Zed is Red, complete with his trademark North Carolina State scarlet red tights. Totally nailed it.”

ZED: “You’re editing that later, right?”

MF: “Of course.”

*MAC cycles through other knockoffs in the Onslaught menu*

MF: “As you see, here is Phoenixwoman. There’s Alex Sterling … Elkhead Jack … Beatrice Newhaven ... Ginger McNally ... 'Golden Hawk' Jeff Cannon ... 'Steamroller' Dan Bolton ... Nate Gold ... Nick Fleming, who is somehow fully complete and accurate as a likeness ... Riley Magnoilia ... Sensation David ... ”

Z: “Of course they give 'Ginger' the right colors.”

MF: “There’s STICK~!, this game was created before Reverend BRICK~! found God.”

REV. BRICK~!: “And now I feel that video games are the devil’s tool.”

MF: “You would. Anyhow, even I got the treatment as Dell Driver.”

Z: “Oh, that’s good.”

MF: “Now the beauty of this game is that while the game doesn’t carry the licensing of many top promotions, you can easily edit and create your favorite stars.”

Z: “So, you’re giving me the right color of tights …”

MF: “In due time. But let’s demonstrate with Mother Voodoo, who is an avatar of Mama Juana. As you see, all I need to do is alter the name to the correct real-life version and change the yellow highlights in her gear to purple. And let’s check her moveset …”

*MAC scrolls through the renamed MAMA JUANA’s character on the game*

MF: “Pretty accurate moveset. But I think the ratings are a bit too high. Gonna edit those down a bit.”

*MAC goes through an editing process that he feels is fair until ZED buts in*

Z: “You’re basically turning her into a PHWF wrestler with those ratings.”

MF: “You saw what I did to her last week, it’s accurate.”

Z: “Whatever man.”

*MAC cycles through and sets up a match between MAMA JUANA and DELL DRIVER*

MF: “So let’s preview Wednesday’s match on MidWeek Mayhem*

*as DELL DRIVER, MAC is working his way to a tidy squash of the nerfed JUANA when just as MAC is about control DELL into hitting a third Flashy Brainbuster on JUANA, the screen goes blank as MAC’s PlayStation 4 begins to shoot sparks and then catch fire*

RB~!: “Jesus Christ!”

Z: “Reverend!”

RB~!: “I wasn’t using his name in vain, but to ask him to help us survive this.”

*MAC and a few members of the production crew manage to put out the fire, but the PlayStation 4 is completely burned. While nothing else is harmed, MAC stares at the burned console in shock. ZED walks up to MAC*

Z: “Maybe you shouldn’t have dropped her ratings, buddy.”

*with a smirk, ZED walks away with REV. BRICK~! while MAC stares at his fried PlayStation 4 as the scene fades*

[DrMcAwesome]

*an INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA finds SHIZURU on the couch at DR. DRE GAINES’ office. While DRE is taking attentive notes, SHIZURU is calmly speaking while never breaking eye contact with the clock that sits above DRE’s head*

SHIZURU: “… So, I guess it’s because I’ve never had an identity that’s close to who I truly am since I came to OOWF.”

DRE: “Wait. Wait. Wait. You mean to tell me that you could speak almost perfect English the whole damn time and that third-person broken shizz was an act? You be posin’ on us?”

S: “Well. Not quite. It was actually Junichiro’s idea to dumb myself down a bit. He saw the potential for me as the doting do-gooder. It was less threatening if I wasn’t as eloquent as he was. I mean, it was difficult at times to get everyone’s name wrong for the sake of a joke that only Ecosystem and maybe a few others got, but I wanted to do good by the man who inspired me to take a shot here.”

DG: “But the way you speak now, there ain’t hardly no accent. You an American?”

S: “Well, two folks to credit on that. One, my father. Japanese descent, but born and raised in Seattle. He moved to Kyoto and met my mother. I grew up bilingual, but my English was pretty rough. Coming over here, I certainly could have ordered a pizza with what I knew of the language, but it wasn’t until the Saints of Sinners took me under that I really got a grasp of things.”

DG: “Go on … There’s so much that doesn’t jive.”

S: “So, it was maybe 2-3 days into my ‘mission’ from Ecosystem. Moosehead Jack saw right through the act. There might have been a few cross words. Definitely a few threats. But he wasn’t going to stand for me butchering the language when he knew I could do better. If I was in that building, I was going to meet their standard. So, Stan Fulton tutored me until I could confidently hold conversations with the others. Again, cross words … Threats … A beating or 12. Dude is like a walking copy of Rosetta Stone with hands of stone. Probably could have taught me Latin had he really wanted to.”

DG: “OK. OK. Hold up. Moose saw through this whole dopey fanboy shtick and didn’t gut you with that bat of his?”

S: “Accepting me was his way of totally screwing with Eco. In my head, I knew that I was a pawn. But it just felt great to belong, even if it was just for show. In turn, I was willing to become whatever they wanted me to be. Stank got the bright idea that I could be a Yakuza suit and really turn some stuff on its ear, just because it was totally out of character for me. I was trying so hard to stay in their good graces that I rolled with it and got in way over my head. Like … I stole a man’s wife. What I got in the end of all of that was nothing near what I had coming to me.”

DG: “I’m just still floored by the fact that you be sittin’ here speaking my language better than me.”

S: “I guess that’s part of the thing. The Shizuru-Mune that you all know is not the Shizuru-Mune that I truly am. In these two years, nobody in OOWF has seen that part of me, except for Edra. She saw what I really way and loved me for it. The Saints only saw through the act. Ecosystem created that persona for me. I always felt that Jack Bullet – when we ran together – suspected that something was up but just let things as they were. I think he enjoyed the sidekick aesthetic that I provided. Everyone else either didn’t care enough to crack the code or just was that … As you say … Ignorant.”

DG: “So … You be in here saying you ain’t ever been you in OOWF. Who is Shizuru-Mune?”

S: “Right now, having been so much for so many people in this company … That part of me is lost. I guess that’s why I’m here, Dr. Gaines.”

DG: “Yo ... Dre is the handle. Dr. Gaines ain't my style ... But I guess I should ask chu, who does Shizuru-Mune want to be?”

*SHIZURU pauses, sighs and ponders before choking out a reply while holding back a tear or two*

S: “I guess Shizuru-Mune Mangyuniku-Cox wants to be true to himself. Wherever he finds himself as or at. Someone who can make those who believed in him feel like it was worth the faith …”

DG: “Let it out, dawg.”

S: “I guess someone who is not here for everyone’s amusement. I’m not a toy. I’m not someone who just … Is here to be the butt of everyone’s jokes …”

*SHIZURU-MUNE pauses with a tear rolling down his face*

S: “I guess … I guess I’ll find myself in due time. Hopefully I win a few matches and show everyone that I’m not just a night off when they see me in the ring.”

DG: “You never were, brah … But that’s your hour. I gotta chase you out, man. Mac Flasher is coming up and that’s a three-hour session with all his shit goin’ on. You hear me?”

S: “Yeah. He’s … Got plenty of stuff to work through.”

DG: “Same time next week?”

S: “Yes. Thank you, Dr. Gaines.”

*SHIZURU-MUNE wipes away a tear with a tissue, shakes DRE’s hand, bows politely and exits the office as the scene fades*

[L!zz~]

(Kylie is seen enjoying some visitation with Josie)

Kylie: Let's work on your school work now. We can play more later.

Josie: (sighs, nods, pulling a folder out of her back) Titi?

Kylie: Yes baby?

Josie: What's going on?

Kylie: What do you mean?

Josie: You're here. You're not here. You're becoming like Titi BB

Kylie: I don't mean to come and go, I have to keep flying home to deal with some legal stuff.

Josie: Are you trying to get rid of me for good?

Kylie: (pulls Josie to her) No honey, I'm trying to get you back for good.

(The scene shifts as the little girl hugs her aunt)

[L!zz~]

(Beverly is entering the outer office of Dr. Dre as Mac appears for his appointment)

Mac: (surprised to see Beverly there) Beverly..this is..

Beverly: A surprise?

Mac: Yes..but well, confusing too. I am certain I have a session scheduled.

Beverly: Oh, I don't have one scheduled. I'm, uh, hoping to schedule one quickly. Dre said I could come by and grab the paperwork at any time..I can come back later.

Mac: (holds the door open for Bev) No, no...go on in. I can wait a few minutes.

Beverly: Thanks Mac. (pauses) Kylie was right about you.

Mac: About what?

Beverly: That you are a true gentleman.

(Dre exits his office and sees the two)

Dre: Ah, Beverly. Come this way.. Mac, just give me five ok?

Mac: Sure..of course..

(Mac takes a seat as Beverly enters Dre's office)

fade

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene finds JOHN LAW in the office of OOWF GM “DYNAMITE” DANNY TAYLOR and his assistant VIC DeNIRO. JOHN is unhappy as DANNY and VIC are trying to calm the newcomer down … Well mostly VIC as DANNY has basically ignored JOHN this whole time*

JOHN: “First you have me report at 6 a.m. to help set up the ring. Then I’m fetching coffee for Nate Corbitt, who doesn’t even thank me, and now you tell me that I won’t know my opponent for my debut until I get to the ring? What kind of Mickey Mouse bullshit is this?”

VIC: “Mr. Law. Since your contract and paperwork were filed on Monday, your opposition will come from a pool of capable local wrestlers from our PHWF roster in Mexico. We just have to wait on who reports to the arena by this afternoon’s deadline. Moving forward, you’ll know your opponent by the end of each MidWeek Mayhem.”

JL: “It really doesn’t matter. Just give me that Sebastian Davis punk. Walks around with a belt that took him a month to earn. I got this …” *JOHN pats the DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Championship* “… Within hours. Or better yet, that Justin Sane guy who I beat down on Monday.”

VD: “Mr. Law. Mr. Davis’ title is contested in the ring, under a special set of rules. Your championship, while I must congratulate you on securing it so quickly from Mr. Sane, is not even contested in the ring. You will have an opponent tonight that best suits where we feel you are as a wrestler.”

JL: “I’ll tell you where I am as a wrestler. Anyone in that locker room can be beaten by me. Anyone in that locker room will be beaten by me. Be it Sebastian Davis, Alex Darling … God … Even Firewoman. I don’t care what side of the fence you’re on, they will all find out that there is no justice. Just pain.”

VD: “Mr. Law, I assure you that your time in OOWF will not be as easy as you perceive it to be. Now if you don’t mind, Mr. Taylor has a meeting with the championship committee concerning Mac Flasher’s 10th request of his rematch with Jack Bullet.”

JL: “Flasher should worry about taking that title from me …”

VD: “Mr. Law, good day.”

*VIC opens the door for JOHN, who makes a few threatening comments to both VIC and DANNY with a very angry AWESOME BILL FROM DAWSONVILLE arriving at the door to meet JOHN only be cut off by OOWF Security as the scene fades*

[L!zz~]

(Beverly and Dorothy are together, papers and folders around them)

Dorothy: (gathering some together) Ok..it's time for your in ring work out. Well, you have a few minutes..

Bev: Who am I training with?

Dorothy: A local talent. He's really good. Different style than you might be use too.

Bev: Good. I need to start expanding my knowledge again.

Dorothy: I'm glad you are finally taking everything seriously.

Bev: I admit I was a little confused as to what I wanted...

Dorothy: You can't help your sister till you help yourself.

Bev: that's why I made the appointment for with Dre.

Dorothy: I'm proud of you. Now let's go before we are late.

Bev: Does this talent have a name?

Dorothy: He goes by El Generico. Never takes off his mask. (Shrugs)

Bev: Dorothy..

Dorothy: I'm not dumb dear...it's not that El Generico...

(Bev follows Dorothy out kinda wishing it was)

Fade

[Jack Quinn]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (#897)
Live! From Oaxaca, Mexico
January 9, 2019

EL EXTRANO DESCONOCIDO vs. JOHN LAW

With El Extraño Desconocido (Handsome Stranger) standing in the ring, “Untouchable” by Eminem plays with John Law emerging from the curtain. His expression indicates that El Extraño Desconocido is beneath him, but will get beaten all the same. As John enters the ring, he discards his vest and immediately attacks the local star, cornering him and bludgeoning him with forearms to the head, neck and back. El Extraño tries to fight his way out of the corner, but is overpowered by John as he begins to boot down the smaller man. John only stops the beating to jaw-jack with local fans, including El Extraño’s mother, who is front and center at ringside.

Russ: “Imagine that you’re finally getting your big shot in OOWF, and then you get this bout …”
Razz: “Tough break for John Law. I’m sure he was expecting more than this skinny geek.”
Russ: “I was talking about El Extraño Desconocido getting John Law, when the hometown crowd gets to watch him get pummeled.”

John tears El Extraño from the corner and double underhooks him before delivering a series of headbutts to the neck and upper chest. John then suplexes El Extraño from that position to get 1, thanks to a generous gesture from John to pull El Extraño’s shoulders off the mat. John clubs down El Extraño while pulling at his mask, drawing vitriol from all in attendance.

Russ: “You think it’s escaped John that masks are pretty sacred in Mexico.”
Razz: “Partner, I feel a lot of John Law’s actions can be explained with ‘He knows, he just doesn’t care.’”

El Extraño pulls away long enough to catch his air, then catch a charging John with a spinning heel kick. Finally at the advantage, El Extraño peppers John with a few palm strikes, a couple of kicks and a running knee to the head. That puts John on his back. Feeling the swell of crowd support, El Extraño takes to the turnbuckles and calls for a 450-degree splash. That gesture gives John enough time to scramble to his feet and meet El Extraño in the corner. After an uppercut sends El Extraño tumbling off the ropes and onto the apron, a charging shoulderblock sends El Extraño into the barricade. John methodically climbs to the outside and grabs El Extraño by the mask, shouting trash talk into his ear the whole time. John rolls El Extraño into the ring and sets him up in the corner. John chokes down El Extraño right in front of OOWF Official Davis Hightower, who snaps off a count of 4 – almost 5 – before John releases the choke and gives Hightower a piece of his mind. Hightower takes none of it from John, but the argument gives El Extraño enough of an opening to try a victory roll that gets 1. John is first to his feet and almost deboots El Extraño with a discus elbow to regain the advantage. As El Extraño, John steps behind and applies a dragon sleeper before taking him down and cinching in a bodyscissors as well. El Extraño tries valiantly to escape Miranda Rights, but quickly succumbs to the choke and passes out, prompting Hightower to ring the bell.
WINNER: (referee stoppage, 7:43), John Law!

Hightower threatens John with a reversed decision if he doesn’t release the hold. John finally breaks at 4.5, but isn’t quite done. With a glance to El Extraño’s mother at ringside, John pulls a zip tie from his pocket, forcing El Extraño’s wrists together. As El Extraño begins to come to, he tries to escape his predicament before John stomps away on his defenseless and defeated opponent. John takes El Extraño to the outside and taunts the mother of the Mexican youngster before giving him a very rough tour of the barricades and ring fixtures. Finally Hightower is able to halt John’s beating, but not before John picks El Extraño up to his feet and delivers one last blow – a head butt – to leave him laying. John exits up the ramp as garbage fills his path.

BEVERLY CAMBRIDGE vs. AWESOME BILL FROM DAWSONVILLE

Both are announced and make their way to the ring. The two meet in the middle of the ring and shake hands, and the crowd eats that up. The bell rings and they lock up, Bev grabs a side headlock, Bill shoots her to the ropes, then takes her to the mat with an arm drag. Bev pops to her feet and tries a drop kick, but Bill catches her leg and drives her to the mat and locks in a half crab. Bev easily grabs the bottom rope forcing the break.

Both lock up again and Bev backs Bill into the corner and blisters him with chops to the chest. Bill reverses it and lands a few chops of his own and whips Bev across the ring, Bev scales the corner and spins and connects with a kick to Bill’s jaw that drop him to the mat. Bev covers, but Bill kicks out at one.

The match continues back and forth for nearly twenty minutes. The end comes when Bev goes for a moonsault, but Bill moves out of the way and Bev crashes and burns. Bill pounces and locks her in the Cuyler Clutch and gets the submission win.
WINNER in 19:44 – Awesome Bill From Dawsonville

After the match, Bill helps Bev to her feet, they shake hands and hug and Bev raises Bill’s arm which gets a nice response from the crowd. The two head to the back together, slapping hands along the way.

MAC FLASHER vs. MAMA JUANA

“Voodoo Woman” bellows through the arena as Mama Juana saunters to the ring. Her gait is powerful and confident as she enters the ring and awaits her opponent, who jogs out as “I Get Wet” plays. Fans cheer a but louder for Mac Flasher than they did for Juana, as he rolls under the bottom rope and pops up while keeping an eye on Juana, who visibly poses no threat to Mac at the moment.

Angelo Barros calls for the bell as Juana runs into Mac with a leaping forearm. Juana brings a spirited fight to Mac, who calmly fights his way to an advantage, backing Juana into the corner, but releasing before Barros even got to 1. Juana charges Mac again, with similar success and a repeat rally from Mac.

Russ: “Mac Flasher, who has a win over Mama Juana, is quite cautious in how he approaches her this week.”
Razz: “She’s in his head, Russ. The cackling. The PS4 stuff. Mac fears what he doesn’t understand and he’s about as clueless as one can be when it comes to Mama Juana.”

Juana asks for a test of strength with Mac, who obliges and immediately wrings her arm and hammerlocks it behind her. Mac tries a hammerlock German suplex that gets 1, but is broken when Juana frees her arm as if Mac wasn’t holding it. Mac is puzzled, but tries to stay on the offensive, dropping a forearm on the shorter Dominican. An Irish whip to Juana gives her the time needed to switch the game on Mac as she ducks under a lariat and bounds back with a Pele kick, stunning him. Juana then uses her speed and aerial game to fluster Mac, using a springboard moonsault to get 2. Juana lets wilder side take over with strong-style kicks to a kneeling Mac and finishing the flurry with a boot to the head. That gets 2 with Juana segueing into a chin lock with the bulk of her weight on his neck.

Russ: “She’s giving up a lot of weight to Mac, but Mama Juana knows exactly how to be the heaviest that she can be.”
Razz: “Mac is going to have to use a lot of energy to fight out of this the way that she’s positioned. I wouldn’t be surprised if he wears himself out and she puts him to sleep.”

With Mac seemingly dozing off, Barros checks eyes and arms. Neither gives Barros a satisfactory reason to call off the match, though a rhythmic clap seemingly gets Mac energized as he starts to stir. From there, he’s able to get Juana up in the air as he stands and backs her into the corner, crushing her with repeated strikes against the turnbuckles until she lets go. As Juana tries to catch her air, Mac comes at her with Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood Trolley. Twice. Mac, starting to feel more cocksure against the voodoo mistress signals for the Flash Drive. As Mac hoists Juana into a vertical position, she kicks her legs back and escapes the predicament. As Mac turns around to combat Juana, she blows a cloud of black smoke into his face, causing immediate panic and suffering from the Yinzer. As Mac rubs his eyes and coughs for air, Juana calmly applies an iron claw on Mac’s forehead, getting little resistance from Mac as his concern is more his eyes than the fight. Soon after Mac is on his back, Barros counts him out, though a stoppage could have sufficed at this point.
WINNER - (pinfall, 11:53), Mama Juana.

Mac lay motionless on the mat as Juana admires her handiwork. With Barros waving in OOWF Medical personnel, Juana backs the calvary off and approaches the lifeless Mac.

Russ: “She’s won the match. What else is she planning to do.”
Razz: “This is a message to a few folks in the locker room that she may not be the best wrestler in OOWF, but Mama Juana has a few abilities that cannot be explained.”

Juana leans over Mac and blows a cloud of white smoke to revive him and reverse the effects of the black smoke. Mac sits up, and skittishly backs away from Juana as confusion over what just happens falls over Mac and almost everyone in the arena. Juana exits victorious as Mac tries to put everything together, even with the replay of the finish showing on the OOWFTron.

ALEXIS DARLING vs. SEBASTIAN DAVIS – No Disqualification Match

DING!!! DING!!!

The match starts with Davis and Alexis walking towards each other. Bryan tells Alexis she’s not ready and she doesn’t want this fight. Lexie slips something out of her hand and wraps it around her fingers before drawing back and punching Sebastian. The spiked chain connecting with his jaw as she continues to hammer away at Davis and knocks him backwards. She drops the chain as she gets him back against the turnbuckle before whipping across the ring to the other side. His chest hits the other turnbuckle and as he turns around she hits him with a Superkick right in the jaw. Davis falls to the mat as Lexie goes over to one of the trash cans to dig for a weapon.

Alexis seems to have found a weapon she was looking for as she pulls out the bat wrapped in barbed wire. She rips the barbed wire off of the bat and walks over to Davis who’s shaking off the kick to the head. She climbs over his back and takes the barbed wire across his mouth and yanks back hard as Bryan yells out in pain the barbed wire starting to tear at the corners of his mouth. He reaches forward as the ref asks him if he gives up and he says no. He reaches back trying to find any place he can grab her to break the hold but Alexis pulls the barbed wire away from his mouth before he can grab her. Davis spits the blood out of his mouth as Alexis walks around him smirking.

Alexis leaned down to get in Sebastian's face and as she did he spit blood in her face. She stumbled backwards as Davis took the moment of blindness for Lexie to stand up and wrap his arms around her waist before launching her over his head and half way across the ring into the corner of the ring where the trash cans and display of weapons were. Walking over to the weapons he picks up a steel chair. You can audibly hear him yell to her "Is this what you wanted?” Before he drives the chair into her torso as she lays in the weapons and yells out in pain. He hits her a couple more times with the chair before tossing the bent up wreckage outside of the ring. He positions a trash can and grabs Lexie and pulls her up by her hair. He then picks her up and body slams her right on the trash can. Lexi’s back bends as she screams out in pain. Bryan makes a cover and tells her to stay down.
ONE

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TWO

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Darling Kicks Out!

Davis nods his head and goes to stand up he looks for another weapon grabbing a kendo stick. As he turns around Alexis has a weapon of her own as she rises to her feet. A Flourescent light tube. They both go to swing but Alexis connects with the light tube across hiss face. The tube shatters and bits of the glass are clearly embedded in Sebastian's face. He backs up against the ropes and Lexi takes at a full run spearing Davis and herself through the ropes to the outside of the ring where they both hit the floor hard.

Russ: “Just like that these two have taken the fight outside.”

Razz: “These two just might be out to kill each other.”

They both get up to their feet. Alexis seems less out of it than him and she climbs onto the ring, but Davis rises, grabbing and tossing her straight into the barrier. He stumbles. It's Alexis lucky moment as she finds a crowbar that has fallen from the pail. As Davis starts towards her, she reaches for it, trying to grab it. He kicks it away, a maniacal grin on his face, Davis begins kicking her in the abdomen. Grabbing her by the hair again, he pulls her up. Tucking her head under his arm. DDT!

Davis pulls himself up, crawling under the ring he starts to pull out a table.

Lexie begins to push herself up. Seeing the crowbar again, she is able to grasp it and pull it to her, tucking it under her body. As Davis approaches her, reaching down for her, she swings it out connecting with the back of his knees. He drops to the floor. Rising, Alexis now reaches for the crumbled chair and brings it down repeatedly onto his back, connecting with the back of his head and neck. When Davis is lying prone, Lexie drops down for the pin. Rolling him over, she hooks a leg... one……..two……..three!
WINNER in 27:31 – Alexis Darling

STAN FULTON vs. BRIDGET O’MALLEY

“Fifty Goddam Skeleton Warriors” plays as “The Crusher” Stan Fulton heads to the ring. Stan enters the ring and stretches himself while using the ropes. After heading to the corner to focus, “Crown on the Ground” pierces through the arena, to bring out one half of the OOWF Tag Team Champions, Bridget O’Malley. The taller of the two Frenemies sprints toward the ring, hopping over the top rope and into a fighting stance, anticipating shenanigans from Stan. They do not happen as Bridget is able to take off her championship and tighten her ponytail with Davis Hightower signaling to start the match.

As the bell rings, Bridget tries to play a strike-and-dodge style with the larger Stan, annoying him more than anything with her kicks that do nothing more than let him know that she’s trying. After a series of hamstring kicks, Stan is able to grab Bridget and toss her aside. Like a ginger bulldog, Bridget rushes to her feet and continues her focus, only to get tossed again. Bridget pops up, continues the attack and gets caught in a Backcut Slam that gets 2 only because Bridget was able to drape her leg over the rope. With a smile on his face, Stan sees the already weakened Bridget and opens his assault on her by propping her up in the corner and working forearms high and fists to the torso as Bridget is too slow to counter much of anything.

Stan then uses his might to repeatedly splash Bridget in the corner before peeling her away and tossing her on the ground. Stan mounts the second turnbuckle to hit a pump splash that gets 2. A return to the second turnbuckle and a throat slash gesture gives Bridget enough time to roll away as Stan is airborne, crashing to the mat. Bridget tries to sneak a quick cover on the downed Stan, but gets 1 as he presses her off with ease. Bridget drops a knee across Stan’s throat and gets 1.5 before getting tossed over Hightower as he was counting.

Razz: “Yinzer tossing! OOWF has everything!”
Russ: “Until he’s throwing Bridget into a hospital, she’s going to keep coming.”
Razz: “Don’t tempt Stan with a good time.”

Bridget starts to focus on Stan’s legs, somehow toppling him with a dragonscrew leg whip and trying to crank various submissions on him. Stan’s lower-body strength counters almost anything that Bridget tries. Undeterred, Bridget waits for Stan to stand before dropkicking his knee, sending him to the mat. A few knee drops to the side of Stan’s knee and a leg grapevine draws a few howls before Stan is able to drag himself to the ropes and get a break.

Stan gets to a knee before eating a knee to the face to daze him. Instead of a pin, Bridget continues working the knee, driving her knee into the back of his while twisting his ankle.

Russ: “That MMA background that Bridget has rarely visited makes for sound strategy when fighting The Crusher.”
Razz: “Everyone is the same size when on the ground, but not everyone is the same caliber of danger from anywhere as Stan Fulton is. Taking away a wheel is Bridget’s best bet.”

Stan is still able to eventually drag Bridget to the ropes and get a break. Hightower counts to 3 before Bridget obliges as a small amount of frustration shows on her face. Stan rolls to the outside to work some pain from his leg as Bridget takes the risk of a tope con hilo to the outside. Stan catches her and nearly powerslams her onto the mat, but can only collapse on top of Bridget as his knee buckles. That’s still enough to knock the wind out of Bridget as both lay on the outside mats. Hightower’s count gets to 6 before Stan gets to a vertical base. Stan picks up the woozy Bridget and rolls her into the ring before getting in at 8. Bridget, on her feet as Stan rolls in, pounds away with three O’Mallets before diving at Stan’s knee. Stan is able to boot Bridget away before she impacts his knee. With Bridget on the mat, Stan picks her and delivers Skol, Vikings! (Mark Henry’s World’s Strongest Slam). With Bridget dead to rights, Stan drags her toward a corner and sets up for The Crusher. It connects. Hightower counts a very academic 3.
WINNER (pinfall, 12:19) “The Crusher” Stan Fulton!

Stan looks over the downed Bridget before heading to the timekeeper’s table to retrieve her championship. Stan kneels over Bridget and reminds her that he and Matt Folz can easily regain the titles before dropping it beside her.

SHIZURU vs. NICK FLEMING vs. ZED

This non-title match has all the makings of a classic. All three men come to the ring, Fleming stands in the corner and glares at his opponents. The bell rings and they meet in the middle and trade punches and kicks. Shizuru ducks a clothesline from Zed and catches him with a superkick to the throat that sends the champion out of the ring to the floor. Fleming kills Shizuru with a clothesline to the back of the head that sends him to the mat. Fleming stomps Shizuru, then pulls him up and shoves him to the ropes just as Zed climbs onto the apron. Shizuru slams into Zed, sending Zed flying, and staggers forward right into a PILEDRIVER from Fleming! Nick covers, but Zed manages to get back into the ring at the last second to break it up at two.

Zed pulls Fleming to his feet and sends him to the ropes and stops him cold with a boot to the side of the head, then snapmares him to the mat and drops a fist between his eyes. Fleming rolls out of the ring to regroup, where he is immediately attacked by Matt Folz! Fleming and Folz brawl up the ramp a bit, meanwhile inside the ring, Shizuru tries for the Psycho Driver, but Zed slips free and hits the GTH! Zed covers and gets the three and the win!
WINNER in 24:05 – Zed

Security finally separates Folz and Fleming, Fleming snarls at Folz, then looks back at the ring and realizes he’s lost the match, though was not pinned at least, and shakes his head. He turns and heads toward the back, and maybe a few words for Matt Folz.

MATT FOLZ vs. KYLIE MIGNOLIO

If there are two more opposite members of the OOWF, I don't know who they'd be. You have Kylie, plucky underdog, and Matt Folz, the scheming mercenary. Despite that, they're pretty evenly matched, although Kylie is still a little green by comparison. The first few minutes are all about that balance, and while Kylie may not have a huge bag of tricks and shenanigans, Matt has to catch her first to use any of his. Folz catches her mid air, and transitions into one of his trademark suplex series, and tries for a bridging pin, but Kylie kicks out. She grasps her lower back a bit and turns right into an Angle Slam...BUT, she also manages to roll through and get to her feet, catching a surprised Matt with a Chick Kick. She pounces to capitalizes and Matt kicks out at two. Now the match begins in earnest, with a whole lot of action and workrate that thrills the crowd, but doesn't look like either are too eager to end it anytime soon. Kylie kicks out of another pin, and Matt pounds the mat (ha!) in frustration. He's too smart to pull a bicep in doing so, though. Kylie knocks him down with a Busaiku Knee just as he's getting to his feet. Matt falls and counts the lights in the ceiling. Kylie goes up top, points to a little girl with a "I *heart* Josie" T-shirt and moonsaults! But she took too long and Matt has rolled out of the way. Kylie slowly gets to her feet to recover, but Matt grabs her into a schoolboy...schoolgirl...schoolchild roll up and..with the assistance of his feet on the bottom ropes, he keeps her shoulders down for three!
WINNER in 23:51 - Matt Folz

FIREWOMAN vs. JACK BULLET – Non-Title Submission Match

Mike Elevenbee stands in the ring with a general crowd noise behind him.

ME: Our main event this evening is a submission match with the OOWF World Heavyweight Title not on the line. Introducing first from Hell’s Kitchen, New York City, at a weight of 135 pounds, representing the Saints of Sinners, Firewoman.

Russ: Jack Bullet made a challenge to Firewoman and she accepted it. Win this submission match and get another shot at the title. Lose and she can’t face Jack Bullet in the ring for the rest of 2019.

Razz: Firewoman doesn’t so much want the title shot, she wants Jack Bullet’s soul and if she doesn’t take it tonight, she’ll take it at the ppv.

ME: And her opponent, weighing in at 215 pounds from Des Moines, Iowa, he is the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, “Silver Eagle” Jack Bullet.

Russ: And we all know how Firewoman wants to take the champ’s soul. Jack Bullet refuses to strike a woman out of an old fashioned moral code. A code Fire finds way out of date.

Razz: Like Fire, I find Jack’s code weird. I won’t punch a woman, but I’ll make her pass out to a figure four like he did to her at New Year’s Evil. It’s blurred lines, and I’m not referring to the Robin Thicke song.

The bell rings and referee Davis Hightower calls for the action. Bullet and Fire circle each other. Fire feigns a leg trip and Jack picks up his foot and back pedals. Fire follows him into the near corner and they lockup. Bullet uses his height and strength advantage to push her out.

They break off and circle again. They cagily reach out to each other and lock hands. Fire tries to kick at the knee. Bullet brings his other hand over to clutch Fire’s and then gives it a firm shake. He nods to the crowd and breaks off.

Russ: That looked like a sign of respect on Bullet’s part. A feeling out period into a handshake.

Razz: He’s trying the same bull crap psyche out ploys he uses on everyone else, but he should know by now, it doesn’t work on Fire.

Fire seems non-plussed by the handshake bit. She goes to feeling out Bullet again. He grabs the arm, uses it to bring her in and goes into a rear waistlock. Fire squats down trying to break and attempts to break Bullet’s grip with her arms. Jack releases his right arm, so he can trip Fire. They go to the mat and he’s on top of Fire with a rear waistlock.

Fire quickly gets into a sitting position and makes her feet before Jack can really clamp it tight and use his weight to hold her down. As they stand, Fire scores a headlock. Bullet uses his height advantage to break by rising up to his full height. He comes out with a wristlock and forces Fire to her knees on the mat. Jack brings Fire up, twists the wristlock a few times and then presses her back down. Fire works her way back up, while trying to twist around Bullet. She hooks her leg with his, he loses the wristlock and Fire hooks the far arm for an abdominal stretch.

Razz: For Bullet saying Firewoman can’t wrestle an abdominal stretch is certainly reaching deep into the classic holds bag.

Russ: I think Fire wants to meet Bullet on his own terms in this submission match. Fire makes most come to her, so let’s see if this strategy throws the champ off.

Bullet uses his power to release Fire’s leg then hip tosses her over to the mat. He works an arm bar with Fire in the seated position. Fire stands, breaks the armbar and gets her own. Bullet makes the nearby ropes to break. Fire gives it. They go to lock up again, but Bullet dives for a heel trip and comes up with an ankle lock. Bullet cranks on it. Fire turns on her belly and crawls for the ropes for the break. Bullet gives it. They circle again. Bullet goes for the dive, Fire picks up her leg, but then Jack dives for the other leg, trips her and comes up with an ankle lock.

Bullet wraps his arm around the ankle while wrapping his other around Fire’s arm for a type of side stretch, but Fire wiggles out before Jack can lock his fingers and she gets a rear chinlock. She cranks on it while putting a knee in Jack’s back. Bullet powers up and turns into the headlock to break. As he goes behind Fire, he gets a full nelson. Fire can’t power out, so she drops to her knees and flips Bullet over her head. As he lies on the mat, Fire gets an ankle lock. Bullet reaches the ropes to break. She gives it. As he stands, Fire runs to the ropes and goes for a Thesz Press, but Jack catches her in a bear hug. Fire screams in a agony a couple times, then uses a bell ringer to break.

Fire charges past Jack and vaults to the middle rope. She leaps off with a twist and lands on Bullet’s back. She wraps her arms around his head in a sleeper hold and secures her legs around his torso. Jack backs into the near corner and slams Fire in the turnbuckles. She grunts and winces, but holds on. Bullet rams her a second time. She holds one. He rams her a third time. She holds on. Bullet takes a few steps out of the corner to try again, but falls to one knee, then slumps to the mat. Fire holds onto the sleeper with her legs around Bullet. They lay on the mat.

Russ: Although this isn’t necessarily a move that works the neck, it is in that area and we know Bullet is still recovering from a neck injury at the hands of Nick Fleming and his dreaded piledriver.

Razz: You don’t have to have a neck injury or any type of injury to fall to a sleeper hold. If Bullet wants to challenge Fire to a match of classic holds, you don’t get much more classic and devastating than a sleeper hold. Rey Mysterio could take out the Big Show with a sleeper hold. He probably has, but I’m not paid to watch WWE.

Russ: You’re paid to watch the OOWF and barely do that.

The referee raises Bullet’s arm once and it falls. He raises it again and it falls. He raises it a third time, the fans expect him to hold on, but it falls. Hightower calls for the bell.

ME: Your winner at 15:14 by way of submission through sleeper hold, Firewoman.

Russ: Just as Fire passed out to the figure four at New Year’s Evil, Bullet has passed out to the sleeper hold here and based on traditional rules passing out in the sleeper is as good as a submission victory.

Razz: Fire is asking for a microphone. Let’s see what she has to say.

FW: As you all know, Jack Bullet said if I won this match I could pick my stipulation for Dance of Death 12. I’m going to name the stip right here, right now. I want…nothing!

Russ: The crowd seems confused by that announcement and so do we.

FW: When the world champion wakes up, you tell him I don’t need any stipulations to beat him. I don’t want any excuses from him when I win. I want a regular rules WRESTLING match. In that match, I’ll do my best to take his title, but I guarantee to take his soul.

She slams down the microphone and poses to the booing crowd. Hightower and medics work on reviving Bullet from the sleeper as we fade.

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