[Jack Quinn]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (#898)
Live! From Cancun, Mexico
January 16, 2019

Elimination Match
Mac Flasher vs. Mama Juana vs. Alexis Darling vs. Sebastian Davis

Firewoman vs. Jack Bullet
Beverly Cambridge vs. Stan Fulton vs. Zed
Banned From Everywhere vs. Bridget O'Malley & Kylie Mignolio
Nick Fleming vs. Matt Folz
Shizuru vs. John Law


Card subject to someone building a wall to keep us out

[Fire-Babe]

We are not in Cancun. We are in Stank and Fire's house further down the coast on the island of Curacao. There is a Ghost Band playing calypso music, but no one's paying attention because Fire is busy playing a video game. It's "Fire Pro Wrestling" and she is trying to make "Phoenixwoman" defeat a character named "Tank." She's not having any luck, as no matter what button she pushes, the avatar kind of does a suplex, but just in the air....it's nowhere near the other avatar, and when she tries to move it closer it falls back to where she started when she pushes another button for the suplex. She's growing increasingly frustrated by this. Just as Stank limps in, he is greeted with Fire's real foot going through the television, and then driving her heel through the Play Station.

S: Not liking the new game?

FW: Here, let me help you sit down.

Fire's demeanor instantly changes and she's being very "helpful" in that way of being TOO helpful.

S: *annoyed* Woman, I got this, I have been sitting down by myself for years now.

Stank sinks into a chair, and Fire stands in front of him.

FW: Okay well...you want...a pillow? A blanket? A beer? I'll get you a--

S: I want some damn peace and quiet, and I kind of want a new TV.

FW: There's one in the storage room. Two actually.

S: We have two televisions in storage, just like this one?

FW: Um....yes?

S: Why in the--

FW: Lucky orders everything potentially breakable in triplicate. Because me.

S: You are going to bankrupt me, aren't you.

FW: I'll go get the other one.

S: Woman it is too heavy for you to carry by yourself and YES I know who you are and YES I know how that sounds but also YES I know from carrying that one that it's balanced weird and it's a two person job, so get Lucky or one of the staff...where is the staff?

FW: Looks like they are in the pool. I'll go--

Fire is interrupted by the doorbell.

S: Just get the door.

FW: Who in the world is coming here?

Fire goes to the door and Dr. Freedman is there.

FW: Sid.

Dr.S: Fire...Lucas...may I?

Fire allows him to come in and have a seat, confused. Stank does not look confused. He and Dr. Freedman shake hands. Fire looks like she's figured out what is going on.

FW: Another intervention? But I haven't been--

Dr.F: You're current feud with Jack Bullet and begging him to hit you, would seem to indicate there's some deep-seated trauma that you think this will help.

FW: Yeah, his misogyny.

Dr.F: Huh?

FW: Seriously, go talk to him, not me. He's the one who thinks that a match where he wins by getting a woman to SUBMIT is somehow different than one where--

Dr.F: Okay, Dr. Dre has the rest of the OOWF covered. You and your brother are full time jobs, and I don't even have time for HIM. And that's not what I'm here about.

S: No intervention.

FW: Well, that's good. Um...so.....

Dr.F: Lucas?

FW: Oh gods, you're breaking up with me?

S: Gotdammit woman I just MARRIED you. Would you listen?

FW: Okay....

S: *takes deep breath and takes her hand as she sits next to him.* Fire...look...this knee isn't getting any better. All the traveling, changes in altitude, trying to get in and out of arenas with no ramps, hell even the ramps are hard....

FW: So we can get you a wheelchair and a pusher....what do they call wheelchair pushers?

S: I am NOT sittin' in no damn wheelchair. At least not for long.

FW: But...

S: Fire, I need to have surgery. We both knew this was in my future, it's just a little earlier than planned.

FW: Oh....okay, so we'll get the doctor this weekend and---

S: I'm not having my surgery in Mexico.

FW: Oh, so--

S: I'm going to go back to Atlanta for that, and--

FW: Well, good I'll get packed and--

S: And you're not coming.

FW: .......

S: ......

Dr.F: Fire, it'll be fine--

FW: But....that's not what we agreed to.

S: Well, I know but--

FW: We were going to tour the world together....

S: --things change, and--

FW: And then the dream~!!

S: Jared said you'd bring that up.

FW: No, the dream...the one that STARTED all this....I retire first because of Patrick--

S: I'm not retiring--

FW: --And get in the Hall of Fame and then you retire three years later and we have another--

S: I AM NOT RETIRING!

Stank slams his hand on the table, which stuns Fire, but Dr. Freedman barely notices, having spent the last 10 years with Fire's outbursts.

S: I am taking time off to get surgery, heal up, and come back and win my THIRD grand slam...

FW: ....

S: ....or is it my fourth?

FW: But....

Dr.F: Fire I want you to just breathe a bit. Now I know this is a challenge, but you'll be fine. You won't be alone. You've got Lucky, and Opus....Stan and Matt and Jaime....I'm sure...well, I'm sure the Dar--

S: *clears his throat in annoyance*

Dr.F: And of course, Moose.

Fire momentarily shoots as look of anger at Dr. Freedman, who IS surprised by that, but she recovers quickly.

FW: But....we're supposed to stay together.

S: *putting his other hand over the one he's already holding* And we are. All that woo stuff you believe? A few miles isn't going to change that. And it's just temporary.

FW: .....

S: Thanks, Sid.

Dr.F: No problem. I'm going to give you two a few minutes....you mind if I use the pool?

S: Everyone else does.

Dr. Freedman leaves. Stank looks back at Fire who looks like she's lost her dog. He gently pulls her chin to look at him.

S: It will only be for a few....wait...what is that?

FW: Huh?

S: Don't you dare cry or shed a tear.

FW: ...I'm--

S: Moose said he'd kill me if I made you cry and I can't outrun him right now.

Stank smiles and that makes Fire smile, so cry-sis averted (see what I did there).

FW: Wait, you talked to Jared about this first?

And we fade to next scene!

[Jack Quinn]

<Time passes and we see Moose sitting in the Destroyitarium, once again alone. He uses his cane to hobble over the bar and grab another bottle of Trust Me. As he heads back toward the bar, the door opens and Stank limps in. The two old friends nod and Moose motions toward a table. It takes a bit, but they finally get there>

S: Ain't we a sorry sight right now?

<Moose pours a couple of drinks and they toast>

MHJ: To better days

<they clink glasses and down their shots>

MHJ: What brings you here?

S: Fire brought me up here, heading back to the states to get the knee worked on, wanted to make sure all the paperwork was in order

MHJ: You coming back?

S: that's the plan. Where's everyone else?

MHJ: Dunno. I suspect Fulton and Folz are both off brooding because their teams suck.

<Moose pours another drink and downs it, then another round for both of them>

S: Something's bothering you

MHJ: Nah

S: <shaking his head> You and your sister are SO much alike. There's clearly something wrong, but instead of talking about it when someone asks, we have to drag it out of you.

<a long silence passes>

S: Well?

MHJ: Something's not right.

S: As in?

MHJ: For a year now there have been two things that I felt absolutely certain about. One was that I would end Alex. For a year that match, and what I was going to do to him had been all I could think about. The final war between two life long enemies. I would finally put it all to rest, the drama, the anger, the pain, all of it would be behind me. Darling would be dead as far as I was concerned.

S: And now?

MHJ: <looking at Stank> Now? Does it matter? I'm still not cleared to wrestle, and I don't know if I ever will be. Alex isn't cleared either, and who knows if he will ever be the same.

S: You two sustained serious injuries, <glancing at his knee> there's no shame in that

MHJ: That's not.......the alpha male is not supposed to go out with a whimper. It's supposed to go out in a blaze of bloody glory

S: Come home on your shield and all that

MHJ: Exactly

<another long pause>

S: What do YOU want?

MHJ: What?

S: What does Jack Quinn want?

MHJ: <sighing> You know, I am sure I will catch hell for having emotions, again, but right now? I don't know.

S: You said there were two things, what is the other one?

MHJ: Teaming with Fire

S: Well, you did that against the Muyos

MHJ: We did, but more. We were supposed to have the tag titles by now, then this.......and now she has a shot at the world title, she can beat Bullet

S: Of course she can.

MHJ: And if she does......

S: No tag run

MHJ: <shaking his head and pouring another drink> no tag run

<long silence>

S: So what do you do?

MHJ: I won't root against my sister........but beyond that, I have no idea.

<before anything else can be said, Fire walks into the Destroyitarium, Moose points to the coffee at the bar>

MHJ: It's on me, and yes, this totally counts as coffee

FW: Aren't you supposed to bring it to me?

MHJ: Hello? I can barely walk

FW: So?

MHJ: Fuck off

<Fire laughs and grabs some coffee and sits at the table, her tone immediately changes>

FW: What did I miss?

MHJ: Nothing. Where's Sid?

FW: Swimming I guess

MHJ: Swimming?

FW: I guess

MHJ: CAN he swim?

FW: How would I know?

MHJ: Ok, let me rephrase this entire point.......Is Sid swimming voluntarily in a swimming pool, or is Sid struggling to keep his head above water in the ocean somewhere because he said something you didn't like?

<Fire looks shocked and looks at Stank for help>

S: What? That is an absolutely fair question

FW: Sid asked to use our pool, as far as I know, he can swim.

MHJ: Fair enough

<the trio continue to chat, and we fade to black>

[Leo]

“Silver Eagle” Jack Bullet sits in his hotel room watching television when a knock is heard on the door. He goes and opens it. He finds Dr. Dre Gaines standing there.

JB: May I help you.

DG: May I come in? Is Mama Juana here?

JB: She’s out doing…Mama Juana stuff.

Gaines enters the room and takes a seat in a chair.

DG: Very well, I was here to see you.

Jack sits back down on the edge of the bed.

JB: What can I do for you, Doc?

DG: It’s what I can do for you. You might have heard Firewoman recently saying you were in need of some therapy due to your deep misogynistic tendencies.

JB: And outside of my refusal to punch a woman, what about my words or actions would have you believing I’m a misogynist?

DG: I’m not paid to have opinions. What about your actions do you think displays misogynistic tendencies?

JB: Do all you do is take what other people say and turns them into questions?

DG: Do you think all I do is turn what people say into questions?

JB: Look, if I refused to wrestle a woman at all. If I said women shouldn’t be in the ring with a man. If I said the OOWF should separate all their women out into a separate division. If I said a woman was not worthy of being world champion; then maybe. But I was raised to never strike a woman and, if anything, I think that shows how much I respect women, not how much I loathe them.

DG: Let me ask you this, why do you think getting you to strike her means so much to Firewoman?

JB: Ask her, question man. I can’t even begin to understand what’s in her mind.

DG: Because it’s the mind of a woman?

JB: Because it’s the mind of a deranged, egocentric, homicidal maniac. I couldn’t understand what is in the mind of Moose either. I expect to find the Quinns on one of those Discovery Channel shows about murderous siblings one day.

DG: Do you think you might be projecting?

JB: Do you think I might be projecting?

DG: Do you think I might think you might be projecting?

JB: Do you think I think you think I might be projecting?

DG: Do I think you might be holding reservations about giving into your anger against Firewoman since the OOWF hasn’t seen Demon Smoke or Christian Carter since you put them both in the hospital?

JB: Do you think I want you to leave now?

Bullet stands up and points to the door.

DG: I think you do?

Gaines shows himself out. FADE

[Leo]

Mac Flasher wakes up in bed to hear the shower running.

MF: Man, Bridget, we slept late, but then again we were up late.

He rolls out of bed and goes into the bathroom.

MF: How about we conserve some water?

Flasher pulls the shower curtain back to reveal Mama Juana. He screams and jumps back. Juana continues to shower and makes no move to cover herself.

MJ: I am a married woman, but I’m not a dead one.

MF: You take more showers than Bobby Ewing. What the hell are you doing here?

MJ: They say cleanliness is next to godliness.

MF: I thought you didn’t believe in God.

MJ: There are many gods, Mac.

MF: Well, I’ll have to pray to all of them if Bridget find you here.

MJ: Bridget and I are on very good terms. If you ask nicely, she might even want to get in her with us.

MF: I don’t think I want to do anything with you after blowing that smoke in my face on Mayhem.

MJ: I think I can get what I want out of you without it. And that’s another victory this Wednesday.

Juana cackles madly as the steam from the shower builds and builds. It then dissipates and she’s gone. Mac slowly backs out of the bathroom with wide eyes.

[DrMcAwesome]

*the INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA feed rejoins MAC FLASHER sitting outside of the bathroom in his hotel suite as he’s making a phone call. MAC, still shaken by what had just transpired, is reluctant to connect the call before hitting the send button. The call is picked up right away*

MAC: “… Reverend. I’m ready to talk ... Yes. I can be there tomorrow.”

*MAC sighs, realizing that he may have just made a deal with the last person – or thing – that he ever wanted to align with again as the scene fades*

[Zed]

As soon as Mac Flasher hangs up the phone, it rings again. Mac looks down, puzzled by the name on the screen, but answers.

MF: Hello?

Zed: Yes, we need to talk?

MF: Look, if this is about -

Z: Yes, it's about your last Twitch stream.

MF: ... what?

Z: You still haven't changed my tights.

MF: I'm not going to change any of your clothes, that's weird.

Z: In the fucking video game, Mac.

We hear Reverend BRICK~! bellow "Language!" in the background.

MF: Was that ... BRICK~!

Z: In the clay.

MF: Why didn't he answer his phone?

Z: Oh, did you call him? He got rid of the cell phone. Something about worldly distractions.

MF: So ... who's tweeting for him?

Z: Probably some intern or something, I don't know. I'll text you the landline to his office.

MF: The landline to his traveling church?

Z: Listen, none of this shit makes sense.

"LANGUAGE!"

MF: Okay, fine, I'll take that, thanks.

Z: But you only get the number IFFFF you fix my tights in the video game.

MF: ... Fine. I'll do it to start my next stream, Red.

Z: Glad you're seeing things my way.

MF: Don't get used to it.

Mac hangs up, shaking his head as we FADE.

[Leo]

"Silver Eagle" Jack Bullet comes in behind Mac Flasher in the craft services line prior to tonight's Mayhem. Flasher gulps as he sees him.

MF: Oh...hi...Jack, what's up?

JB: Not much kid. You seem nervous.

MF: Me? No, why would I be nervous with the man whose title I've claimed to want and whose wife was naked in my shower this weekend.

JB: Hey, Mama Juana shows up naked in everybody's shower. It's just her thing, I've learned to live with it.

Awesome Bill from Dawsonville walks by holding a tray.

ABFD: Day'um she in ma' shower twice last week, I tell ya' what.

JB: And for wanting my title, if you don't want to be world champion, you have no business being in this business at all.

Paul Smackage walks by carrying a tray.

PS: I don't want to be world champion.

JB: Whatever is going on with you and Mama is between you two. I want her to have her own career. And whatever you and me get into later, that will be between you and me at that time.

MF: I wish I could be as focused and even as you are. I feel like I've got so much going on right now. My pledge to win the world title, whatever is going on with Mama Juana, my relationship with Bridget, Rev. BRICK'S~! growing God Complex. I don't know who I should be or where I should go most of the time.

Rev. BRICK~! walks by carrying a tray.

RB: No one can change your life except for you. Don't ever let anyone step all over you. Psalms 11:3.

MF: I think that's Wilson Phillips.

JB: One night at a time, Mac. You do what you need to tonight and I'll do the same.

Bullet slaps a hand on Mac's shoulder. Shizuru walks by with a tray piled high with food.

Shizuru: Hope you not want chicken nuggets. They all mine.

A whump and a clang is then heard as soon as Shizuru disappears off screen. John Law is then seen walking by with the plate of nuggets. Flasher and Bullet watch him past.

MF: That is a bad dude.

JB: I don't deny that. Of the new guys, Nick Fleming and Trent Powers, I don't mind, they're serious wrestlers. But, John Law, he just wants to hurt people for fun and that I have a problem.

Bullet narrows his eyes as the newcomer walks on. FADE.

[Jack Quinn]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (#898)
Live! From Cancun, Mexico
January 16, 2019

SHIZURU vs. JOHN LAW

Both men are introduced and make their way to the ring, Shizuru gets a nice pop, Law gets booed out of the building. The two meet in the middle of the ring. Law demands the referee pat down Shizuru for foreign objects. As the referee checks Shizuru’s boots, Law NAILS Shizuru with a running elbow to the side of the head! Shizuru drops like a sack of potatoes and Law pounces on him and locks in the MIRANDA RIGHTS! Shiz immediately taps out, but Law doesn’t break the hold until the referee threatens to reverse the decision. Law finally breaks…..
WINNER in :06 – John Law

……then pounces on Shizuru again and ties his hands behind his back with the zip ties. Law pulls Shizuru to his feet, grabs him around the waist and hits a release German suplex! Shizuru lands HARD right on the back of his head

Russ: GOOD GAWD HE MIGHT BE DEAD!
Razz: I saw Sabu take a suplex like that……..it didn’t end well!

The locker room empties and medics and security get Law away from Shizuru. Law heads to the back to a chorus of boos while EMT’s race to the ring with a gurney for Shizuru.

MATT FOLZ vs. NICK FLEMING

This match has a lot of anticipation as the two combatants have decided to keep their comments to themselves and do their talking in the ring. Matt Folz enters accompanied by the lovely Jamie to his entrance music a chorus of boos. Nick Fleming enters, alone, and no fanfare, his usual thing. He's a bit surprised by some positive crowd reaction, but he IS facing one of the Saints of Sinners, so... Anyway, we get the bell and these two start. It's a slow plodding match at first, not because they are themselves slow and plodding, but because they are both masters of strategy and neither wants to tip his hand too soon. There are many holds and locks shared between them, and that eats up about 15 minutes. Gradually they start to increase the intensity and put some strikes in between the holds. Folz grabs Fleming and shoves him hard to the corner, following in with splash. He whips Fleming to the opposite corner and repeats the process. He goes for a third and Fleming puts on the brakes center ring, and then redirects and propels Folz to the ropes. Folz flips over them landing on the apron. Fleming hits the far rope and that adds to his momentum as he shoulder blocks Folz through the ropes, so Folz goes to the floor. Fleming smiles down at him over the ropes. Folz gets to his feet as Fleming goes between the ropes to stand on the apron. Folz tries to get onto said apron, but is thwarted by Fleming elbow drops on him. Folz falls to the floor and Fleming hops down so they can brawl to the outside. Fleming has the better of Folz now, as he hammers him with mostly-legal punches and occasional tosses into stairs and ringposts. This goes on for a good long while, and the referee keeps pleading with them to get back into the legal ring. Finally, Fleming is bored with this, and picks Folz up for a fireman's carry, and attempt to deposit him onto the steel steps, except Jamie has come around grabs Folz's legs, pulling him off. Folz does hit the ground with a thud, but at least he didn't hit the steps. Fleming glares dagger at Jamie, who wisely runs to the other side of the ring. He turns back to Folz, who is almost on his feet now. Fleming helps Folz not-so-gently into the ring, and then follows. Folz gets to his feet and Fleming kicks him in the gut to set up the piledriver, but Folz reverses by standing and attempting a back body drop. Fleming slides down, though, grabbing Folz by the ankles to knock him off balance. It almost works but Folz regains control and drops down to a Thesz press, reaching back to hook the leg. Fleming adjusts and rolls over, getting Folz into a small package. Folz powers out of that and tries to catch Fleming in an ankle lock, but Fleming flips to a triangle stance and then ducks, toss Folz over him. Folz gets to his feet, but then falls when Fleming drops him with a toe hold. Fleming pounces in for the sleeper and the referee is just getting ready to do the three arm raises of doom when....BBZZZZZT!! Time is up! The referee implores Fleming to break the hold, while Jamie pulls Matt out of the ring.
WINNER – 30 minute time limit draw

ALEXIS DARLING vs. MAC FLASHER vs. MAMA JUANA vs. SEBASTIAN DAVIS

Match TBEIL, Mac gets the win


BANNED FROM EVERYWHERE vs. BRIDGET O’MALLEY & KYLIE MIGNOLIO

Both teams are introduced for this non-title match and both teams are adored by the crowd. The two teams shake hands before the bell, and the crowd eats that up as well. Somewhere in the back, Moose is throwing up.

Bridget and Kylie start off fast and keep Justin on their side of the ring, keeping him on the mat, working his legs and back. Justin finally works free with a series of superkicks that stun the champs, he is about to make a tag when Kylie lunges and takes Bill off the apron with a drop kick just before Justin makes the tag.

Kylie pulls Justin up, but before he can do anything, Fulton and Folz hit the ring armed with baseball bats and take out the champs and BFE! Fulton drops the DROPLINE on Kylie while Folz takes Bridget down with an angle slam. Bill and Justin try to make the save, but both eat baseball bats to the face for their efforts. The Saints lay the boots to the champs a bit more and stand over them victoriously before sneering and leaving the ring.
WINNER – No Contest in 7:29

BEVERLY CAMBRIDGE vs. STAN FULTON vs. ZED

With Zed, Beverly Cambridge and “The Crusher” Stan Fulton standing in their respective corners, OOWF Referee Angelo Barros enthusiastically calls for the bell to be rung to open this triple-threat bout. Zed and Beverly nod at each other, both tearing into Stan, cornering him with strikes, but that offensive is short-lived as he shoves Beverly and head butts Zed. Stan, now free to roam the ring, tries to hammer away at a kneeling Zed, getting a few forearm blows in before Beverly hops on his back to provide a temporary distraction. Beverly slides to put Stan in a crucifix position, getting a dropkick assist from Zed and 1 from Barros, before Stan powers out.

Russ: “This isn’t scheduled to be a handicap match, but Stan Fulton is definitely fighting in one tonight.”
Razz: “Soon, Zed and Beverly Cambridge will come to blows. It’s not going to be 100-percent a handicap match. They’ve always worked well together, but only one gets credit for the win.”

Stan rolls himself vertical, and right into a super kick from Zed. As Zed attempts a cover, Beverly sneaks in with a rollup on Zed to get 1. Zed and Beverly stand off and side at each other while Rev. BRICK~! frantically calls for Zed’s attention as Stan barrels through Zed with a chest block, tangling Zed in the ropes for a moment before he falls to the outside. Beverly tries to combat Stan with a few quick blows, but gets an earclap and a few clubbing forearms for her trouble. Stan drops two elbows in succession on Beverly before wrapping her up in a side headlock with all of his weight pressed onto her. Beverly is able to even move as Stan cranks in the pressure, with Beverly seemingly fading until Zed rolls in and delivers a baseball slide to Stan’s chin to release the hold. With both of his opponents down, Zed picks Beverly for an attempted Divine Intervention (the BRICK~!-suggested name for the former GTH DDT). As lon as it took to read the explanation, Beverly wiggles her way into a small-package pin try that gets 2 before Stan breaks up the fall.

Zed pops up and starts to trade fists with Stan, losing the advantage in a hurry before Beverly clips Stan’s knee. Zed raises an eyebrow and Beverly shrugs before the two use tandem attacks to keep Stan on his back and on the defensive. No pin try, regardless of the moves before or the attempted pinner, gets more than barely 2 as Stan grows increasingly frustrated and annoyed. With BRICK~! trying to get the crowd on the side of Zed and maybe Beverly, Stan is able to pop up and deliver a lariat to Zed, drawing ooohs, ahhhh and applause from the OOWF faithful. Stan plays to the applause a bit, quickly getting on the fans’ bad side again by delivering a shoulder breaker to Beverly with the impact area being Stan’s knee, then Zed’s torso.

Stan toys with the smaller combatants, whipping both into all four corners with Zed going first and Beverly following into Zed. After that sequence, Stan sends Beverly and Zed into opposite corners and delivers alternating splashes to both, completing three circuits before Zed falls on his face with Beverly slumps on the turnbuckles. Stan sees a downed Zed and makes his approach with BRICK~! stepping onto the apron. As Stan shifts his focus onto BRICK~!, Zed rolls to safety for the time being. BRICK~! and Stan start jawing as Zed mounts the turnbuckles. Beverly charges Stan from behind and leaps onto his back. Zed’s attempt at offense from the top results in Zed bumping heads with Beverly. Stan grabs the groggy Beverly and powerslams her on top of Zed before pulling him to the nearest corner. With a message intended for BRICK~!, Stan delivers The Crusher on Zed for an academic 3.
WINNER (pinfall, 10:56) “The Crusher” Stan Fulton.

BRICK~! tends to Zed as Stan gets his hand raised. Stan turns to see BRICK~! and makes his way toward him, grabbing him by the lapels of his suit and lifting him high. Only when Beverly charges with a reverend-saving flying forearm that doesn’t fully connect does Stan gently put BRICK~! down to admire the battered bodies he’s leaving in the ring.

FIREWOMAN vs. JACK BULLET

“I am the Fire” bellows through the arena, as Firewoman tears through the curtains and walks with purpose to the ring. With Firewoman leaping over the top rope before running a couple bounces off the ropes, her music fades into “Stranglehold” and the OOWF World Champion, “Silver Eagle” Jack Bullet. Jack also has purpose as he heads to the ring, showing a glare toward Firewoman that’s enough to require Davis Hightower to pull her back to allow Jack entrance into the ring. No sooner than Jack’s entry, however, and Hightower loses his grip as Firewoman rips into Jack with punches, kicks, knees, elbows, and just about anything else on her anatomy that she thinks would hurt or injure Jack. All the while, Jack calmly shields himself and doesn’t so much as pull a fist back before Hightower can separate the two and start the match proper.

The bell rings as Firewoman charges in again, only this time into a picture-perfect spinebuster and a quick cover that gets 1. Jack, showing a bit of wear from Firewoman’s early attack, tries to keep control with a front face lock that Firewoman escapes. The two stand off before Firewoman offers a test of strength. Jack obliges but gets slapped. While rubbing his cheek, Jack is caught with a dropkick to the knee, crashing him face-first onto the mat. Firewoman tries to work the leg, but Jack is able to pull away and get vertical, getting another slap after refusing to deliver a requested and mapped-out punch to the chin of Firewoman.

Russ: “Soon, Jack Bullet is going to crack and wallop Firewoman! I can feel it! When it happens, he’ll feel as good as he’s ever felt!”
Razz: “Keep dreaming. He’ll take a thousand slaps before knowingly breaking his code of honor when it comes to striking a woman. Even Firewoman, who just wants that respect from him.”
Russ: “She also wants that OOWF World Title. Respect? Maybe not so much. She wants that punch because that will show her that she got to him enough to make it happen.”

Jack rubs his cheek again and fights off a hiptoss try from Firewoman, delivering one of his own before almost dropping an elbow out of instinct. When Jack pulls back, Firewoman is able to reach up with a Pele kick, staggering Jack. Firewoman springs up and corners Jack with a series of chops and forearms. A Stinger splash misses, giving Jack the chance at a reverse monkey flip that sends Firewoman two-thirds of the way across the ring and on her face. Jack rushes in and tries to lock in a Last Chancery submission on Firewoman, not locking the hands in time before she bites his right hand. Jack falls beside Firewoman, who rolls over and starts bludgeoning Jack with elbows. With Jack in a defensive position, Firewoman stands up, leans down and slaps Jack again.

Razz: “That’s three slaps. Each one louder than the previous one! In fact, I think Jack’s cheek might be bleeding.”

Razz is correct as a small scratch has opened up on Jack’s cheek. But don’t worry, this thing is like .0001 Muta as Jack calmly wipes it away and braces for Firewoman charging in with a Lou Thesz Press that Jack is able to turn into a stungun when Firewoman gets too much air. Jack takes the chance to slow things down and ground Firewoman with a bevy of stretches, submission tries and small-joint manipulation, bending her fingers back further than what is comfortable to imagine.

Russ: “Is Firewoman double-jointed?”
Razz: “Better hope Stank didn’t hear you asking that.”

Jack opts to deliver a Talon to Firewoman’s left hand, drawing a shriek from her as she is tapped by the squeeze. With Jack putting as much pressure as he can on Firewoman’s hand, she uses her right hand to punch her way out to the predicament. Jack is the first to his feet, getting a forearm to the jaw, but enough leverage to pull out a Northern Lights suplex. Jack bridges back, getting 3 from Hightower. Firewoman slaps the mat as Jack slides to a corner and sighs in relief. All while Hightower heads over to the announce table.

Mike Elevenbee: “Ladies and gentlemen. OOWF referee Davis Hightower has ruled that both Jack Bullet and Firewoman had their shoulders down. Meaning that this match is a draw.”

Jack is puzzled by the decision, looking to talk to Hightower as he comes back to the ring, but he gets a dropkick from Firewoman for his troubles. Firewoman then begins a ground-and-pound assault with Jack overpowering Firewoman and escaping, locking in the Talon on Firewoman’s forehead and lifting her up for what appears to be a Talon Slam, before OOWF Security crash the scene. They manage to keep the two apart for a minute as Firewoman breaks free and into Jack’s security entourage. They scatter as Jack pulls Firewoman into the corner and tries to subdue her by leaning into her, getting a knee to the groin. This gets Jack good and angry as he rears back to deck Firewoman, but is pulled away as a swarm of yellow shirts get between the two as fans chant “Let them go!” in Spanish. The two exchange deep unpleasantries as the feed fades out.


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