[Jack Quinn]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem - Invitational Round 1
Live! From Las Cruces, New Mexico
February 6, 2019

OOWF Invitational Round 1*

(1)Matt Folz vs. Nick Fleming(16)
(8)Sebastian Davis vs. Bridget O'Malley(9)
(4)Alexis Darling vs. Mac Flasher (13)
(5)Beverly Cambridge vs. Zed(12)
(2)Stan Fulton vs. Moosehead Jack(15)
(7)Awesome Bill From Dawsonville vs. John Law(10)
(3)Mama Juana vs. Firewoman(14)
(6)Kylie Mignolio vs. Alexander Darling(11)

Jack Bullet vs. Justin Sane vs. Shizuru

*seeding done by random draw


Card subject to the OOWF being able to get by the wall

[Leo]

Sexy Female Journalist Ichiban approaches “Silver Eagle” Jack Bullet. He has wandered from the backstage area to the concourse area of the arena. Ichiban is carrying the OOWF World Title.

Ichiban: Jack Bullet, you left the OOWF World Title at ringside.

JB: That’s not mine anymore.

Ichiban: Well, you did lose by count out, but titles are retained on a count out.

JB: That’s not mine anymore.

Ichiban: I know you punched Firewoman, something you swore you would never do, but…

JB: THAT’S NOT MINE ANYMORE!!!

Bullet then punches Ichiban in the mouth. Before going down, Bullet grabs her and tosses her over a counter into a concession stand. The OOWF World Title lays on the ground. Bullet stares at it.

JB: YOU’RE NOT MINE ANYMORE!!!

Bullet then turns around to the nearby automatic door. It won’t open. He kicks it several times until the glass breaks. He walks through it as paramedics show up to check on Ichiban.

[Leo]

Victor DeNiro finds Mama Juana in the locker room area. Surprisingly she just got out of the shower and isn’t in it.

VD: What the hell is going on with your husband?

MJ: I am not his keeper. We don’t own the other.

VD: He refuses to take his title belt, assaults Ichiban, causes property damage to the arena and then wanders off.

MJ: Last time you had problems with him, where did he go? When he punched the fan and you and Danny suspended him last summer, where did he go?

VD: He crawled into the nearest bottle and tried to drink Canada dry.

MJ: I suggest you find the nearest canteens and see if he’s eaten the worm out of the tequila bottle.

VD: You don’t seem too concerned.

MJ: The cards have told me what to expect. He needs distance and time. He’ll find his own path, I can’t find it for him. All I can do is pursue my own path here in the OOWF.

VD: You put a valiant effort in tonight against Mac Flasher, but close only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades. You’ve got a long way to go here in the OOWF.

DeNiro turns and walks off.

MJ: Maybe the path isn’t as long as you think…the cards have spoken for me as well.

FADE

[L!zz~]

(Beverly walks into medical and we hear Moose groan)


Moose: Please. Not again. I can't take anymore. Just finish me off.

Beverly: I'm not hear to see you Jackie. I came to check on Zed.

Moose: (tilts his head to a screen) Over there.

Beverly: Thanks.

(As Beverly heads toward Zed, Moose stops her)

Moose: I was thinking about what you said about Kylie.

Beverly: (looks at him but says nothing)

Moose: Sometimes what we want for our siblings isn't what they want, sometimes we are right. Sometimes they are. Most of the time we are though. All you can do is try to be there for them. Maybe not as violently as my sister and I, but Kylie's mistakes aren't your fault. Whatever issues Kylie has, they are on her. Yours are on you. So, whatever pennance you think you are performing, it has the potential to destroy everything you are trying to fix.

(Moose watches her for a moment than turns away. Beverly nods, stepping around the divider to check on Zed)


Fade

[Jack Quinn]

<Moose is sitting in the Destroyitarium with 13 smoking a cigar and drinking Trust Me whiskey, he seems to be in a good mood>

MHJ: So, all I have heard is........why?

13: You gonna explain why?

MHJ: <taking a long drag on the cigar> because go fuck yourself, that's why?

13: The fans deserve that much?

MHJ: <exhaling> no, they don't deserve a fucking thing.

13: <smiling coyly> some say you've lost your edge, you saved Darling, you know

MHJ: <taking a long drink of whiskey, then leaning back in his chair> Check the net, hell has frozen over

13: So why'd you do it?

MHJ: You know all that stuff I said I thought about when I was lying there unable to move?

<13 nods>

MHJ: Every bit of that was true. The mobility came back fairly quickly, but I thought "why not have some fun with this?"

13: Because people thought you were going to have to retire, not in the best of taste

MHJ: Bullshit. If, when Reigns comes back, his first match isn't a squash win over a jobber named Luke Kemia, then there is no point in any of this

13: <shaking her head> too soon

MHJ: Fuck that. I didn't save Darling because I give a shit about him, but he and I represent something that those two fucknuts want to destroy. Look, I get it, at some point everyone loses their spot, everyone gets passed by, but I'll be damned if I go out like that. Had Alex been in a match with anyone else, I would have sat back and watch him get destroyed.

13: So, what's next for Moosehead Jack

MHJ: Next week I get Crusher.

13: He's been quiet lately.

MHJ: Yeah, since they lost the titles he hasn't said much of anything to anyone. He's definitely not who I wanted in the first round.

<Moose takes a long drink and another drag on the cigar and we fade to black>

[DrMcAwesome]

*MAC FLASHER is standing next to SEXY FEMALE JOURNALIST 37.1 in front of the OOWF Interview Banner. MAC is showing the effects of his battle with MAMA JUANA while SFJ 37.1 is staring at MAC with a look of astonishment*

SFJ 37.1: “Mac Flasher. You … You …”

MAC: “The 450?”

37.1: “Yeah. That. That’s not what we know you for in OOWF.”

MF: “It was necessary to put away Mama Juana. She had everything else that I do very well scouted. So, I needed to produce something that she, or the rest of the world, didn’t know I had.”

37.1: “Have you been practicing that move?”

MF: “No. I tried it like once at a Pun’s House crossover event and almost fractured my neck.”

37.1: “What inspired you to pull it out against Mama Juana?”

MF: “I guess Reverend BRICK~! was kind of right. I needed to take a risk. A leap to challenge and affirm faith …”

37.1: “In the word of …”

MF: “In myself.

37.1: “I see. Still a long way to go with you, it seems. Well, you were impressive against a very talented Mama Juana. Next week, you have Alexis Darling in the first round of the OOWF Invitational.”

MF: “About that, I want to talk about a different number than 450. My seeding for the OOWF Invitational is way too low.”

37.1: “Beg pardon?”

MF: “I’m seeded 13th. I know that this is a stacked field, but to have me at No. 13, when I have a rematch with Jack Bullet coming …”

37.1: “About Jack. He … Well, I’ll just let you watch the footage on your own time.”

MF: “But this seeding is all wack. John Law has been here four weeks and he’s three spots higher? I just beat Mama Juana and she’s the three? Bridget is the No. 9 … She’s never been OOWF World Champion. I have!”

*just as SFJ 37.1 is about to ask another question, AWESOME BILL FROM DAWSONVILLE and JUSTIN SANE walk in to try to calm down MAC*

AWESOME BILL: “I ain’t know about these fancified numbers that you’re talking about Mac, but you best be spendin’ your time focusin’ on Lexie and not about your number.”

JUSTIN: “Plus, it’s all random.”

AB: “What’s random?”

JS: “The draw. ‘Dynamite’ Danny Taylor just put a bunch of names into a machine and came out with this bracket. So, your number is coincidental. Hell, just be appreciative that you’re in this thing. Shizuru was left off the card entirely, let alone the bracket.”

AB: “So, ‘dem numbers ain’t mean anyting?”

JS: “Just for organizational reason, more or less.”

AB: “Welllllll, shoot. I gots me a lucky seven n’ that John Law feller. Gonna show him how we serve justice in ol’ Dawsonville.”

MF: “So, there was no seeding committee?”

JS: “No. Just Danny and a randomizer.”

AB: “You mean that thing that ol’ Rick Martel done carried around with that perfumy spray?”

MF: “That’s an atomizer.”

AB: “Shoot, I reckon I dun had most of ‘dem letters right.”

JS: “Totally random.”

MF: “Well … I guess that’s better than being a 13 seed, because Mac Flasher is no Cinderella.”

JS: “Mac. You’re Cinderella in Converse All-Stars and a bad Pittsburgh accent. You’re the most Cinderella person on this roster.”

MF: “Even Kylie?”

JS: “OK, good point. I guess … Just worry about Alexis and it won’t matter what number is beside your name.”

*JUSTIN sticks out his hand, prompting MAC to pull out a $5 bill. AWESOME BILL does the same, but pulls MAC into a manly hug while MAC was digging for his wallet again. JUSTIN and AWESOME BILL exit with SFJ 37.1 still sticking around*

37.1: “Feel better?”

MF: “Only when I win on Wednesday. Alexis, best of luck in Las Cruces.”

*MAC departs as the scene fades*

[Leo]

"Silver Eagle" Jack Bullet sits at a bar with a tequila bottle next to him and a shot glass. The glass does not appear touched as he's drinking straight from the bottle. A man in a comically large sombrero sits down next to him.

CF: Hey, Jackie Boy, it's Carl...not that Carl, Carl from Fresno.

Bullet addresses him while not looking at him, Jack continues to stare at the bar.

JB: You say that on your voicemails, but you're now right there.

CF: Well, you never return my calls, so I wasn't sure if you knew who I was.

JB: Oh, I know.

CF: Anyway, the other Carl did send me. He wanted to let you know that there won't be any assault charges from attacking Ichiban. As an OOWF talent, she has a waiver in her contract that any act of violence on her person is just part of the game. And as for damaging that door, insurance will cover it. I guess it wasn't working anyway.

JB: Oh, it was working, just not for me...why didn't Carl Sack, my supposedly trusty lawyer, not come himself.

CF: He thought I would have better luck finding you. This is one of the most desolate canteens in all of Mexico. I had ride to a donkey to get here. Tough too, you have to cut someone just to get in the door.

JB: Who did you cut?

CF: The donkey...wait, who did you cut.

Bullet looks at Carl for the first time and holds up his right arm to show a bloody gash across the wrist.

CF:......Well, I should probably get going. Call me when you're doing better. Remember, it's me, Carl from Fresno.

He exits and Bullet returns to staring at the bar as we fade.

[Fire-Babe]

Firewoman and Lucky make their way through customs into New Mexico. Firewoman confidently strides to a sliding automatic glass door and....runs smack dab into it.

FW: What the hell?

Lucky shrugs and then goes around her and through the door, which opens easily for him. She glares at the door as she follows him through.

FW: I don't get it.

L: I told you...my conscience is clean.

FW: No, I mean...okay yeah, I TOTALLY don't get how it could be, but... I thought--

L: That if you stole someone else's soul yours would magically become clean and pure?

FW: ....well, when you put it like that...

L: You'd have to ask Stan or Father Lou to be sure, but I'm guessing that stealing Bullet's soul blackened whatever little bright spots were left on yours.

FW: .....oh. Really?

L: I think you're going to have to find a way to carry Bullet's soul around with you. Maybe then the doors would open.

FW: ....

L: ....

FW: .....really?

L: Sure, makes sense to me.

FW: Or you could just go with me everywhere at all times and make the doors--

L: That's not going to happen.

FW: ....

L: ....

FW: But--

L: No.

FW: ....

L: ....

FW: Okay....

Firewoman walks away dejected. Lucky smirks a little before regaining his composure and going to get the luggage.

[Jack Quinn]

<Moose is walking down the hall carrying two coffees when he spots his sister standing in front of the automatic doors. They are no opening>

MHJ: What are you doing?

FW: Pondering

MHJ: <handing her her coffee> pondering what?

FW: How one would go about carrying someone else's soul around

MHJ: Huh, I don't know. Get in touch with that South African dipshit guy that was here ten years ago or so

FW: Huh?

MHJ: <checking his phone for the inactive OOWF roster> ZK DeBeers

FW: Why would I get in touch with him?

MHJ: Cause he has my soul, I assume he is doing SOMETHING with it

FW: How did HE get your soul?

MHJ: I dunno, traded it to him in chat or something......

<Kayfabe appears, then thinks better of getting involved with Quinn business>

FW: I am not sure it works like that.....

MHJ: But it works when you get it in a Soul on a Pole match?

FW: We didn't have a Soul on a Pole match.....

MHJ: Total wasted opportunity

FW: Talk to the booker

MHJ: That guy's an asshole

<long pause>

MHJ: So, what do we do?

FW: <sighing> I don't know

MHJ: Try it again

<Fire walks up to the door and, nothing>

MHJ: Way to breathe no-breath

FW: Shut up. This isn't funny

MHJ: Damn right it's not, Dracula

FW: I AM NOT A VAMPIRE

MHJ: It would explain your bloodlust

FW: I DO NOT HAVE A......will you just shut up for a minute and let me think?

MHJ: “Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.”

FW: What?

MHJ: Maybe Lucky was right?

FW: <mockingly> maybe Lucky was right

MHJ: Just sayin' maybe you lost what was left of your soul collecting Bullet's

FW: Ok, so, by your logic, you have no soul either, right?

MHJ: Not if chat legend is to be believed

FW: Then walk through the doors

<Moose walks up to the doors, and nothing happens>

FW: SEE!

MHJ: <shrugging> Ok?

FW: This doesn't bother you AT ALL?

MHJ: Why would it?

<the two turn and walk in the other direction, continuing the argument. Once they are out of sight, a stage hand walks up to the doors and hangs an OUT OF ORDER sign on it, and we fade>

[Sportsguy]

We fade in to see the Saints sitting around in a restaurant all looking at lunch menus.

Matt: Anything you want, all on me.

13: You're buying? Wow, someone's in a good mood.

Matt: Well after what Jaime and I did last night... (Pausing) um, I guess we really don't have to get into that do we?

Jaime: We really don't.

Fire: It was impressive.

Matt: How the hell would you..... Goddammit Fire, I asked you kindly to stop watching us on that OOWF After Dark shit.

Fire shrugs.

Fire: I was having trouble sleeping and couldn't find anything good on Netflix to watch. Jaime you're amazingly flexible.

Matt: Seriously, knock it off. Anyway, in addition to that, this is also one of my favorite weekends of the year. Although just warning you to be prepared for a massive rant tonight.

Stan (smiling): Here we go. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist going off about this.

Matt: If John Lynch makes into the Hall of Fame tonight, burn Canton to the fucking ground. At what point EVER in his career was he a better safety than LeRoy Butler was? I mean we talked about this last year, I can accept Brian Dawkins. I still think Butler should have gone in first but I have no problem with Dawkins going in. But Lynch? Get the motherfuck out of here.

Stan: John Lynch was a much better player than LeRoy Butler.

Matt: Not even a Vikings fan is dumb enough to believe that. I'm sure you're just egging me on to annoy me because we're football fans and this is what we do... but I'll play your game sir. This is a list of things John Lynch was better at:

Being a nice guy and a member of the media.

And this is a list of list of things LeRoy Butler was better at:

EVERYTHING RELATED TO PLAYING FOOTBALL!

Jaime: Can we please move on?

Matt: Fine fine. (Holding up his water glass) A toast: To Moose's official return to the roster.

Everyone at the table: Here here.

Matt: And to the Saints upcoming domination of the Invitational.

Everyone smiles as they clink glasses.

Jaime: It's too bad Stank couldn't be here. How did his surgery go Fire?

Fire: Surgery went well, no problems, no infections. Now he just has to rehab.

Matt: I know all about that. Just tell him not to rush and he'll be back fine.

Fire: He knows.

Matt: To whichever one of the 3 of you I beat in the finals, I hope you take no offense.

Stan, Fire and Moose all glare at Matt with bemused smirks.

Moose: Oh? Someone seems confident.

Matt: Well yeah. Number one seed.

Fire: You...you do know that was a random draw right?

Matt: I do. But still, based off my history in this event, it's well deserved.

Stan: How so?

Matt: 3 finals appearances, one other semi final and one other quarterfinal. I'm too lazy to look it up at the moment, but off the top of my head I don't think anyone can match that resume in the Invitational.

Stan: But how many of those times did you face one of us?

Matt: Well I never faced you Partner. But (Pointing at Fire) I know I've beaten you at least twice in the Invitational, including once in the finals. And (Pointing at Moose), to be fair, you did beat me in the finals. But that was because of my mistake more than you winning... remember I walked out of the ring, you were lying there unconscious.

Stan/Fire/Moose: Asshole.

Matt: When have I ever said I'm not?

Moose: Okay then, Mr Expert, so who do you have in Stan and I's match?

Matt: Even I'm not that dumb enough to make a prediction sitting right here next to both of you.

Everyone laughs as the waitress comes up to take their orders and we..... FADE

[Road Warrior Shark]

~~~ Outside the OOWF Arena in Las Cruces (Cheap Pop) Sebastian Davis stands, holding the Onslaught Title on his shoulder. ~~~

Sebastian: Here we go. Too long I've been stuck with my thumb up my ass, caught in the middle of other people's drama. Time to get back to beating people in the ring.

Speaking of Drama, I face off with one of the high school love triangle members, Bridget O'Malley. The former interviewer-turned-wrestler. Bridget, I don't give one damn about anything but whipping your ass in that ring this week. So if you could, let's save the tears and whining for when you and Mac or whoever are behind closed doors.

I'm winning this damn tournament because I'm The Best. I'm winning the Invitational, then I go on and take the World title off of whomever holds it right now, their name really doesn't matter. And That is Guar. An. Teed.

[Fire-Babe]

Later on Sunday, Fire is SITTING~! in the Destroyitarium looking through a raggedy old box. Moose walks through and nods. He's almost to his room when he stops, turns, and walks back over to Fire.

MHJ: What are you doing here?

FW: Looking through a raggedy old box.

MHJ: No, I mean....what are you doing HERE.

FW: Looking through a--

MHJ: Fire...weren't you supposed to be AT the Superbowl with Stank?

FW: Why the heck would I be there?

MHJ: Because it's in Atlanta, and Stank usually gets tickets, and HE'S in--

FW: No, I mean... my team lost... was ROBBED actually, so I told him I wasn't going.

MHJ: Fire...

FW: Yes

MHJ: Did you TELL him that?

FW: Of course!

MHJ: In your outside voice?

FW: Um....

MHJ: Or did you just think you were going to tell him...

FW: I feel like this is a set up.

MHJ: Because he's kind of being calling, wondering where you are.

FW: That's silly, my phone hasn't--

Fire pulls her phone out and notices that it has no power.

FW: ....oh....I should call--

MHJ: You should.

FW: Well, in a minute, I'm looking for...AH here it is!

Fire holds up an old style photograph.

MHJ: What is that.

FW: You. Happier times.

MHJ: Uh huh....wait....

Moose squints at the picture.

MHJ: What am I wearing?

FW: Ugg boots.

MHJ: Give me that.

FW: Nope!

Fire runs out of the room into the hallway. Moose starts to follow her, but recalls he's still healing when his leg almost gives out on him, so he gives up and goes back for the whiskey.

[DrMcAwesome]

*SHIZURU-MUNE MANGYUNIKU-COX is standing at the OOWF Interview Banner, holding a microphone*

SHIZURU: “Normally I’d be here standing with SFJ Ichiban. We’d banter before the camera came on. I’d talk about my opponents for the coming Mayhem. While I was still following Ecosystem’s orders to ‘dumb myself down,’ I’d fluster her when the camera was on because it was part of who Ecosystem thought I needed to be to be a popular competitor in OOWF. Then she started interviewing Jack Bullet. That’s fine. We all need our interviewers. Jack and I were friends more often than we were enemies. Friends share.

“Friends also don’t assault the friends of others. You see, Ichiban was a longtime friend of my family. While she was never the athlete, she has a passion for this sport. She worked incredibly hard to get to where she was to even get a look from OOWF. I even delayed my start time in OOWF so we’d get on the payroll at the same time. Jack … When you punched Ichiban in the mouth and fractured her jaw, that was a million times worse than anything you could have done to me. Ichiban was defenseless. She, like the entire world, was led to believe that the last thing you’d do is strike a woman. You did to Firewoman. Apparently, that gives you the right to lay hands on non-competitors, too.”

“Whether you want to claim it or not, you’re the champion in OOWF. While that title is not on the line, tonight. Hell, you may not even bring it to the ring when you face Justin Sane and I. You may not even know where it is unless it was at the bottom of a handle of tequila. Or is rum the drink while you project whatever inner pain that you try to repress on those who may or may not deserve it? Either way, I’m not fighting a friend tonight. The Jack Bullet that I’m friends with is not the Jack Bullet who tossed Ichiban over a concession stand counter. This Jack Bullet is on a Bullet Train of Pain that will only lead to his self-destruction.

“If that trainwreck is necessary to get my friend back, then I’ll speed along the process. I’m not here to make a great American greater. I’m here to deliver the sense that you’ve lost while standing up for a girl laid up in OOWF Medical and eating through a straw.”

*SHIZURU spikes the microphone and hastily exits*

[L!zz~]

(Dorothy is pacing in front of Bridget, Kylie and Beverly)

Dorothy: Tonight is a big night. The invitational.

Bridget: We know.

Dorothy: You are all taking on some formidable opponents and need to be on your best. And you are not. Your heads are all in your asses!

(the three women look at each other)

Dorothy: Bridget, Mac is a great guy but you have to focus on your career and let him get out of his own head. You can't fix everything.

Bridget: (looks like she wants to argue but Kylie nudges her and shakes her head)

Dorothy: Beverly.. you're confused. We get it. You are going thru this whole ..making amends with yourself ..I get it. You've faced Zed before and always had great matches but snap out of it. You haven't proven yourself since you've back yet and people are watching.

(Beverly says nothing but nods as she knows it's true)

Dorothy: And Kylie..

Kylie: I know...I'm a mess.

Dorothy; No..you're lost. And lonely and questioning your worth. Darling is a fierce opponent and will get in your head. Don't let him or you are done. Tonight find your worth in that ring.

Kylie: I'll try.

Dorothy: (shakes her) no..at the risk of sounding like fucking Yoda. Do it. Or take Josie and go home


(We fade as the ladies look at her)

[Jack Quinn]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem - Invitational Round 1
Live! From Las Cruces, New Mexico
February 6, 2019

OOWF Invitational – Round 1

(1)MATT FOLZ vs. NICK FLEMING(16)

Russ: This next match is another first round match in the OOWF Invitational. And Matt and Nick have a history going back to Fleming's debut in this company, do you think that'll come into play partner?

Razz: I don't think so. I'm pretty sure both of these wrestlers are focused on winning the Invitational and don't care who it is in their way.

Russ: Only one way to find out, let's head down to the ring.

"Battle Without Honor or Humanity" fires up and Matt Folz comes to the ring to a chorus of boos. True to form, he ignores the crowd and looks focused on the task in front of him. Matt warms up in the corner as Nick Fleming comes down to the ring. The referee calls for the bell and we're underway.

They lock up and Matt takes Nick down and then rolls him into a half nelson cradle for a 1 count. Matt quickly follows up with hard elbows to Nick's neck and the back of his head before pulling him into a backdrop driver. Hangman's neckbreaker and a snap suplex quickly follow. Matt with a brainbuster and he covers for 2. Matt whips Nick off the ropes, looking for the spinebuster, but Nick surprises him by nailing Matt with a flying forearm.

Both men get to their feet, Nick grabs Matt by the hair and hits a swinging neckbreaker for 2. Nick with a Fisherman's suplex for another 2 count. Nick continues to give Matt a taste of his own medicine, nailing seeral suplexes and getting 3 close 2 counts. Nick nails Matt with a knee to the gut that doubles Matt over and then tries a running knee lift, but Matt moves out of the way and Nick crashes down hard. Matt quickly locks on the anklelock and that's all she wrote.

Winner (Submission, 16:21) Matt Folz

After the match Matt puts one finger in the air and mouths to the camera "One down, 3 to go"

(8)SEBASTIAN DAVIS vs. BRIDGET O’MALLEY(9)

Sebastian Davis comes out smack-talking the fans, and awaits Bridget O'Malley. She enters with all the cheers, and they meet in the ring with a strong back and forth. Sebastian clearly feels that this is all beneath him, so is trying to make quick work of O'Malley, which appeals to her shoot-fight tendencies, and pretty soon they've both been warned numerous times. Bridget lands an impressive series of suplexes, but Davis capitalizes when Bridget over-extends on a bridging pin. He pulls her up by the hair, up and into a SPRING BREAK PLUNGE~! The 3-count is academic.
WINNER in 17:08 – Sebastian Davis

(4)ALEXIS DARLING vs. MAC FLASHER(13)

With Mac Flasher and Alexis Darling already in the ring, they bump fists as a sign of respect before “Junior” Hale calls for the bell to open the match. Mac and Alexis feel each other out with a series of tie-ups that are either won by Mac’s power or Alexis’ speed. Alexis gets the first advantage with an arm wringer that is boosted by a couple roll-throughs before she works the arm into a hammerlock. Mac is able to find his way to the ropes. Alexis breaks without a count as Mac shakes out the arm. With the left arm, Mac offers a test of strength that Alexis tries to counter with an Irish Whip, but Mac stands his ground before sending Alexis into the corner. Once Alexis is there, she’s able to leapfrog Mac’s charge and pull him down into a sunset flip that gets 1.

Mac pounds the mat as Alexis smiles at her opponent. Mac tries to pull Alexis in for something but she routinely slips from his grip. Mac is finally able to whip Alexis into the ropes, looking to deliver a lariat, but a duck-under by Alexis leads to Mac eating a forearm on the other side. That’s enough to stagger him backward. Alexis bounds off the ropes on her own, looking for a Lou Thesz Press, but gets a spinebuster for her troubles.

Russ: “It’s a rare sight to see, but the Big Mac connects!”
Razz: “Sometimes, Mac Flasher forgets what he has in his moveset. He didn’t this week and that has swung things to Mac’s favor.”

Mac picks Alexis up and delivers a snap suplex followed by a swinging neckbreaker. That flurry gets 2 as Alexis shoots a shoulder up. Mac continues his attack with a belly-to-belly suplex and a double undertook suplex. That combo also gets 2, although Alexis seemingly had to work harder on that kick out. Mac stands Alexis up and hits a standing lariat before twisting the downed Alexis into a Boston Crab. Alexis shrieks at the initial bend, but manages to fight through the pain until she’s able to spin her way loose. Alexis then takes a minute on the outside. as Mac ponders a tope con hilo, but he allows Alexis to take the count to 8 before rolling back in.

Razz: “I think that will be a mistake. Mac had her reeling. He hits Kennywood’s Open and this night gets a lot shorter for Alexis Darling.”
Russ: “Mac is a sportsman if he’s given the same respect. He obviously decided that the risk was not worth it when it came to Alexis.”

Mac greets Alexis with some knee-based offense, sending her on her back with a kneelift. Mac sends Alexis to the corner and come shard with Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood Trolley, dropping Alexis’ head to the bottom turnbuckle as she sits in a daze. Mac hits a sliding dropkick and follows with another before getting 2. Mac then snapmares Alexis to the mat, before climbing the turnbuckles.

Russ: “He can’t be thinking …”
Razz: “It got him a win last week. This might be the path that Mac feels he needs to go on to get back into the world title picture.”

Mac sees a prone Alexis and hops off with a 450 attempt, catching his foot on the top rope and crashing hard on the canvas, well short of Alexis. With Mac pretty much out, Alexis drags Mac to a desired target spot and connects on her try at 450-degree splash, after laboring to the top rope. That gets an easy 3 from Hale.
WINNER (pinfall, 10:09), Alexis Darling.

Mac lay on the mat with his head in his hands as Alexis rolls off and smiles at Mac and then to the fans, who might have been cheering harder for Mac. Alexis, while clutching her ribs, raises her hand in victory before backing up the ramp.

(5)BEVERLY CAMBRIDGE vs. ZED(12)

Things started off with the two circling one another in the center of the ring. Zed lunged at her a few times to get hands on her but missed every time as she quickly sidestepped him. Each time she dodged him, that was it. She didn’t strike him when presented with a clear shot. She just kept dodging him over and over, letting Zed wear himself out with the exerted energy. As he lunged towards her one final time, like clockwork, Bev stepped out of harms way, but this time she caught him by surprise with a swift superkick to the side of the head. It didn’t know him off his feet, just staggered him slightly. She then swept in and connected with a solid kick to his stomach, forcing him to double over from the blow as the air was knocked from his lungs.

Beverly then turned to the ropes behind her and took off towards them. Hitting the ropes hard, she bounced off and came back with even more speed before leaping into the air just as Zed stood back up. There was nowhere for Zed to go as she closed in on him with a crossbody. Why go anywhere when he can catch her in mid air and turn her crossbody attempt into a brutal powerslam that shook the entire ring at its base from the force of her body slamming against the canvas. And at that point, Zed set the tone of the match early on.

After keeping her on the ground for a good bit and attacking her with various kicks and punches, Zed pulled her up from the mat with ease before whipping her to the corner as hard as he could. Beverly crashed hard against the corner, bouncing forward away from it. Coming right at her was Zed with a running clothesline. He even threw his arm forward with all of his strength to annihilate her but swung and missed as she ducked underneath the potential devastating blow. Zed hit the corner chest first with a thud and out of nowhere, Beverly pulled him down from behind with a quick roll up. By the time the official dropped down to start the count, Zed had forcefully kicked out of the pin attempt, lifting her off her feet and knocking her into the corner. He raced to his feet but as he rose to one knee, Beverly was right there to greet him with a running knee to the face. Pulling Zed up from the mat, she swung with all of her might, connecting with a solid blow to the side of his head before following it up with a kick to his stomach. With Zed’ head lowered, she locked an arm around it before picking him up and dropping him on his back quickly with a snap suplex. Zed then shot up the corner, climbing to the top as Zedremained down on his back. As he stood and turned to face her, she leaped into the air in his direction. Catching her again in mid air Zed then dropped her across his knee with a backbreaker!

After mounting Bev and landing nearly a dozen mounted punches to her head, Zed pulled her up from the mat and threw her to the corner with everything he had. Taking off behind her, he tailed her across the ring until she crashed into the corner where he connected with a vicious running clothesline that knocked her off her feet. Dragging her away from the corner, he set her up in front of it before facing the corner and grabbing the top ropes with each before climbing up to the middle ropes. Jumping up and kicking his legs out, he came straight down on her with a corner slingshot body splash. Or at least he thought he did! At the last second, she pulled her knees up, driving them both into his torso as the entire weight of his body dropped down onto them. Zed bounced off her knees and flipped forward, landing on his back to the mat. He rolled up to an upright seated position holding his stomach with one arm and propping himself up with his other arm. On her feet, Beverly then moved in with stealth, lighting the back of his head up with a buzzsaw kick!

Zed was groggy, but he wasn’t out. He slowly pushed himself up to all fours but with his held low and looking at the mat, he had no idea what was coming his way. Leaping into the air from behind him, Beverly planted her foot on the back of his head as her body came back down. Kicking her leg straight, she forced his head down, driving his face into the canvas with her curb stomp. Rolling him over to his back, she dropped to her knees and made the cover and shortly behind her was the official with a one, a two, and a thr–NO!!! Popping a shoulder up from the mat, Zed broke up the pin attempt, keeping the match alive.
With Zed down, Beverly rushed over to the corner, shooting straight to the top in no time. She squatted at the top, patiently waiting as Zed slowly began to rise to his feet. Once standing, Bev launched herself from the corner at him with a flying knee. Side stepping her, Zed grabbed ahold of her, pulling her down to the mat and slamming her knee down onto it as she crashed to the canvas.

He climbed on top of her and began pounding away with lefts and rights to her head, giving her no time whatsoever to even think about recovering. Standing to his feet, Zed backed up to the ropes and as he came back, he jumped into the air, extending his leg and bringing it down across her throat with a leg drop. Her head was pinned to the mat but her feet shot straight into the air. Standing to his feet, he then pulled her up to her feet. Zed locked onto her wrist and then threw her to the ropes behind him with all of his strength. As she came back on the return, he went to grab ahold of her and lifted her into the air but she slides down and went underneath his arm. Reaching up from behind him, she then pulled him backwards to the mat with another quick roll up that caught him completely off guard, a swift hard punch to the head, dazes her enough for Zed to roll through, into a bridge and get her shoulders down.

ONE

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THREE!!!
WINNER in 20:19 – Zed

Bev slams the mat in frustration, rolls out of the ring and storms to the back.

(2)STAN FULTON vs. MOOSEHEAD JACK(15)

Fulton makes his way to the ring first and gets a smattering of cheers, which he completely ignores. Stan steps between the ropes and stands in the corner with no expression on his face. “Scarecrow” plays and Moose is out next, he gets booed out of the building. Jack rolls under the bottom rope and slumps in the corner across from Fulton. The bell rings and Moose pulls himself to his feet and he and Stan meet in the middle of the ring. The two stand and stare one another down for a moment, then bump knuckles. Jack surprisingly backs off and he and Fulton circle and lock up.

Fulton easily pushes Moose back into the corner. The referee calls for a clean break, and…..surprisingly gets one. Fulton heads back to the middle of the ring and they lock up again, this time Moose grabs an arm wringer, but Fulton quickly reverses it and snaps Moose’s arm, driving him to his knee. Moose works back to his feet and backs Fulton to the corner, the referee calls for a clean break, they break, then Moose lights Crush up with some chops, which only annoys Fulton. Stan grabs Moose and throws him into the corner and unloads with a barrage of chops, then finishes Moose with a spinning forearm to the side of the head that knocks Jack out of the ring to the floor.

Crusher leaves the ring and grabs Moose by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He tries to whip Moose into the guardrail, but Jack reverses it and sends Stan into the steel. Moose charges and tries a busiaku knee, but Stan moves out of the way and Moose sails into the crowd and takes out about five rows of chairs! Fulton steps over the guardrail and pulls Moose to his feet and slams him in the face with a headbutt. Stan hefts Jack onto his shoulder, then heads back to ringside, where he drives Moose back first into the ring post, then SLAMS him on the floor!

Fulton throws Moose into the ring and covers, but Jack gets his foot on the bottom rope at two. Stan pulls Moose to his feet and sends him to the ropes, on the rebound Fulton tries a clothesline, Moose ducks it and connects with one of his own, Fulton staggers but doesn’t go down. Moose hits the ropes and tries another, but Fulton catches him with a thunderous spinebuster! Fulton covers but only gets two.

Fulton pulls Moose to a sitting position and locks him in a chinlock and puts all his weight down on Moose. Jack is struggling, fighting for air. The referee checks his arm, it drops once, then twice, then a ……NO! Moose fights it and manages to reach up and rake Fulton’s eyes, drawing a break. Fulton regains his vison as Moose is pulling himself up on the ropes. Fulton charges for a big boot, but Moose moves out of the way and Fulton straddles the top rope, howls in pain and falls out of the ring onto the apron.. Moose leaves the ring and pulls Fulton’s legs from beneath him, Fulton slams face first onto the apron – the hardest part of the ring – and staggers backward. Moose charges and launches himself off the stairs and this time he lands the buisaku knee! Fulton hits the floor hard, Moose grabs a chair and climbs onto the apron and hits a chair assisted elbow, slamming down on top of Fulton! Moose pulls Fulton to his feet and shoves him into the ring, Moose covers, but Fulton kicks out at two. Moose tries to get Fulton in the Ji-endo, but before he can get the move locked in, Fulton fights to his feet and falls backward FLATTENING Moose! Moose gasps for air, Fulton gets to his feet, grabs Moose by the arm and pulls him into a CLEAR CUT, then Fulton bounds off the ropes and hits the DROPLINE! Fulton covers, one………two……..THREE!
WINNER in 25:03 – Stan Fulton

After the match, Moose rolls out of the ring in frustration and falls to the floor. Fulton leaves the ring and offers his hand to his Saints comrade and pulls Moose to his feet. The two head to the back, encouraging more boos from the crowd.

(7)AWESOME BILL FROM DAWSONVILLE vs. JOHN LAW(10)

With John Law standing in the ring, “Devil Went Down to Georgia” fiddles out Awesome Bill from Dawsonville. Awesome Bill takes time to chat with some fans before rolling into the ring and under a sneak attack from John. Before Davis Hightower can get matters into order, Awesome Bill pops up and decks John with a series of right hands, backing him in the corner as Hightower calls for the bell. John is backed into a corner before getting a hellacious clothesline from Awesome Bill. As John falls forward, Awesome Bill puts a few boots to him, prompting John to roll to the outside.

Russ: “Awesome Bill may not be the meanest guy in OOWF, but John Law has drawn some ire from the big man out of Georgia.”
Razz: “His first day here, he took out Awesome Bill’s buddy, Justin Sane. A good friend kills for the opportunity that Bill is getting right now.”

John tries to get back into the ring, dropping off the apron repeatedly each time that Awesome Bill tries to bring the fight to the ropes. John chides Hightower into holding Awesome Bill off long enough for John to get between the ropes. Once he’s back inside, Awesome Bill charges with a running axe handle that drops the former lawman to a knee. A running knee lift misses the mark as John sweeps the legs from under Awesome Bill, sending him crashing onto the back of his head. John smirks at Awesome Bill for a second, before picking him up and tossing him into the corner. A corner choke with the tag rope follows as John breaks the illegal act at 4.5. With Awesome Bill gasping for air, John drives a series of shoulders into the midsection and follows with a series of knee strikes.

John gestures for Awesome Bill to return volley, but all the Georgian can do is fall forward while clutching his stomach. John stomps away at Awesome Bill, dodging a few pieces of garbage as OOWF fans are not into the idea of John’s success in this bout. John pauses to pick up a soda cup and dump the remaining contents onto Awesome Bill before spiking the crumpled cup on his chest. A now sticky and enraged Awesome Bill pops right up and gets into a hockey fight with John as heavy doses of right hands are coming from both sides, until Awesome Bill starts to gain the advantage. Awesome Bill whips John into the ropes and is waiting with a Mason-Dixon Line that almost sends John out of his boots. John staggers to his feet only to receive multiple bionic elbows as John’s proximity to the ropes led to a series of rebound tries for Awesome Bill to repeat the attack. Awesome Bill signals to the crowd that it’s time for the big man to fly, calling for a Freebird as John lay on the mat. With Awesome Bill climbing the ropes, John makes it to his feet. Awesome Bill spots this and changes his plan to a cross body that carries too much momentum as John is able to roll underneath and wind up on top of Awesome Bill. With the assistance of a handful of shorts, John gets a very unpopular 3 from Hightower.
WINNER (pinfall, 9:10), John Law.

Awesome Bill springs up and immediately pleads his case to Hightower, who explains that he didn’t see the transgression. Ever the opportunist, John sees Awesome Bill’s back as a chance to pound home the victory with Miranda Rights. Just as John is able to take the choke to the ground, Zed rushes in and plasters John with his Intercontinental Championship, freeing Awesome Bill from the hold. Zed helps Awesome Bill to his feet as the two exit to the cheers of those fans who aren’t spewing venom at a dazed John, who remains on the canvas while shaking out the cobwebs.

(3)MAMA JUANA vs. FIREWOMAN(14)

Mama Juana is out first. She paces around the ring waiting for Fire. Fire’s music plays and she storms the ring. As she slides under the bottom rope, MJ hops the top rope to the apron, as Fire gets to her feet, MJ springs on the top rope and tries a clothesline, but Fire catches her and spins her to the mat and damn near gets her in the anaconda vice before MJ slides out of the ring. Fire springs over the top rope and crashes onto MJ, then hammers her with punches to the face.

Fire pulls MJ to her feet and slams her face first into the Turkish Announce Table, then scoops her up and drops her on the stairs. Fire quickly gets to the top rope and tries a DOUBLE STOMP to the chest of MJ, but MJ rolls off the stairs just in time, Fire lands on her feet then drops an elbow on MJ. Fire pulls MJ to her feet and rolls her into the ring. MJ tries to beg off, but Fire lands a kick to her chest that sends her staggering backward to the corner. Fire charges in and tries a cannonball, but MJ moves out of the way and Fire slams back first into the turnbuckle. MJ gets to her feet and grabs a stunned Fire by the arms and hits a CURBSTOMP! MJ doesn’t even go for the cover, instead she pulls Fire to her feet, whips her to the ropes, elevates her straight up, then drives her down on her knees ribs first. Fire grabs her ribs in pain, MJ covers, but Fire is out before the referee even starts counting.

MJ pulls Fire to her feet and traps her in an octopus, driving her elbow into Fire’s ribs. The referee is right there asking if Fire wants to quit, but Fire refuses. Fire finally slips free and hip tosses MJ to the mat. Fire staggers into the corner. MJ gets to her feet and charges in, Fire moves and MJ slams sternum first into the corner and staggers backward, Fire grabs her and throws her halfway across the ring with a German suplex. MJ rolls through onto her knees and Fire DESTROYS her with a SHINING WIZARD! Fire covers MJ, hooking the leg hard, but MJ reaches out and grabs the bottom rope just before the three.

Fire pulls MJ to her feet and sets her on the top rope. As she climbs for a superplex, MJ connects with a European uppercut that rocks Fire’s head back. A punch between the eyes knocks Fire off the ropes, but she lands on her feet. Fire snarls and heads back to the corner, but MJ hops onto her shoulders, spins around and rolls through in a victory roll, one…..two……THREE!
WINNER in 18:44 – Mama Juana

MJ rolls out of the ring and Fire is STUNNED! MJ blows a kiss to Fire, then matches her stare as she backs up the ramp to the back

(6)KYLIE MIGNOLIO vs. ALEXANDER DARLING(11)

This match up between a seasoned veteran and near-rookie by comparison has the fans cheering for both combatants as they make their entrances. Alex does the classy thing and offers a hand shake, which Kylie sort of eyes suspiciously, then slaps the hand and we're off. Kylie's younger and has more speed, but not by much as Alex has cut his teeth on indie-league workrates. They treat the fans to one fast-paced series of chain wrestling and rope work after another. Kylie thinks she's got Alex when she maneuvers him into the sharpshooter, but he's playing a bit of possum. Always with a few tricks up his sleeve, Alex nails the CRUCIFIX BOMB and makes the cover.
WINNER in 13:44 – Alexander Darling

SHIZURU vs. JUSTIN SANE vs. JACK BULLET

Shizuru and Justin are both announced and make their way to the ring, they shake hands in the middle of the ring and even give the fans a throwback to Edge and Christian with a Five Second Pose. The crowd eats it up and cheers for both men. When the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, Jack Bullet’s music hits the crowd roars. But those roars quickly turn to confusion when we see Jack walk out

Russ: What is this? Bullet isn’t dressed to wrestle!
Razz: He looks like shit!
Russ: Has he shaved or showered in a week?
Razz: I think……..I think he might be drunk!
Russ: Clearly he is in no condition to wrestle tonight

Bullet slowly walks to the ring and steps between the ropes. He walks up to Shizuru and offers his hand,, Shizuru just glares at him, but Bullet grabs his hand and shakes it anyway. Bullet then turns to Justin and shakes his hand. Jack then walks to the middle of the ring and takes the title from his shoulder and lays it in the middle of the ring. Bullet looks down at it for a moment, then turns and leaves the ring!

Russ: What the………what the hell just happened Razz?
Razz: Did……..did Jack Bullet just……..did he just forfeit the title?
Russ: Folks………I don’t know what the hell is going on here, Jack Bullet just walked out from the back, clearly in no shape to wrestle, and laid his OOWF World Heavyweight Championship in the middle of the ring then…………..left

<the camera pans to the middle of the ring and focuses on the OOWF World Heavyweight title lying in the middle of the ring as we fade to black.>

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