[Jack Quinn]

<as Danny and Vic are getting the card together, there is a knock at their door. Zed walks in>

V: To what do we owe the pleasure Zed?

Z: I heard what Folz said about being a fighting champion. I want the first shot.

V: What makes you think you deserve a shot?

Z: <holding up the IC title> This. Technically, being the Intercontinental champion makes me the number one contender to the title. I want a shot

<Vic looks at Danny, Danny seems impressed and nods>

V: Looks like you've got yourself a title match. Good luck.

<Zed nods and leaves the office, Danny makes the change, and Vic posts it on the door>

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (#905)
Live! From Ypsilanti, Michigan
March 6, 2019

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match
Zed vs. Matt Folz

Clan Quinn vs. Kylie Mignolio & Bridget O'Malley
Mac Flasher vs. Alexis Darling vs. Sebastian Davis
Alexander Darling vs. John Law
Beverly Cambridge vs. Shizuru vs. Mama Juana vs. Awesome Bill From Dawsonville


Card subject to Moose finding Prof. Egge and beating him until the streets of Ypsilanti flow red with his blood

[Fire-Babe]

Saints gotta party at the Destroyitarium. Fire is mostly hanging back, allowing herself a rare glass of wine, sort of observing, but it's clear her mind is a million miles away, twirling her Bullet Soulchain. Jaime Folz joins her.

FW: Jaimz.

JF: Fire...I thought you'd be celebrating more.

FW: Just trying to work out this dream I had.

JF: What was it about?

FW: Changing subjects, I told you he'd be mad at me.

JF: I know....look...I couldn't let them cheat like that.  Not with my teammage.

FW:  Uh-huh.

JF: OOWF Family, whatever.  I wanted to let you know I DID have fun.

FW: Mm-hmmm...

JF: Like...okay, it was a surprise when Alexis showed up.

FW: Well, after I invited you, I found out there was a tag tournament too, so...

JF: ...so you didn't want me involved with that. I get it.

FW: A few techniques against muggers wasn't going to cut it, and well... I could have just NOT enrolled, but...

JF: No, I get it...and while I'm not sure I've forgiven that whole Royalty thing...it was kind of nice to hang out again. Like Ladies Night, right?

FW: Uh....yeah. Look, Matt's really mad at me--

JF: I know, I know, I shouldn't have told him.

Fire continues playing with her locket.

FW: Of course you should have.

JF: ......huh?

FW: Look...once trust is gone, that's it. You've got nothing if you don't have trust. If you had kept that from him it would have been terrible.

JF: Yeah.....is that what happened with you and Alex?

FW: ....

JF: I mean, it's not my place to be nosy but--

FW: Just....don't lie to him, ever. Okay?

Jaime nods, and then looks around.

JF: SO..... *whispering*....can we go again?

FW: Did you not JUST HEAR what I said?

JF: I won't keep things secret I promise, just....Fire, I can't remember WHEN I've had that much fun!

FW: Sure, I think there's a place near the college that--

Suddenly Fire gets a weird look on her face.

JF: What's wrong?

FW: Um....you know, we probably shouldn't. Let's not tempt fate.

JF: Oh...um...okay.

Jaime walks away, disappointed. Fire seems to return to her normal self.

FW: Huh....what the hell was that?

FADE

[Road Warrior Shark]

~~~ Fade into the General Manager's office. Dynamite Danny Taylor is at his desk keeping busy, while Victor Dinero relaxes in a chair, thumbing through this month's OOWF Illustrated.

Suddenly, the door bursts open and Mac Flasher is hurled inside. Mac crashes head first into the desk and slumps to the ground. Vic and Danny scramble to his side and see his face is bloodied, bruised, and swollen . The INC pans down and we see that Mac's hands are zip-tied together. Vic grabs his phone and is calling for help when he looks up. Sebastian Davis stands there, peering down with a look of hate on his face. ~~~

Davis: So that's how it is going to be, boss? I want a title match, I get dismissed and sent away. Zed wants a title match, and you bend over backwards to give it to him. I thought you were a reasonable man Taylor, I see now I was wrong. This (gestures broadly) happens every week until I get a World Title Match. Every. Week. I warned you there was a hurricane coming. Now the destruction, the chaos, the carnage is all on your head. His blood is on your hands.

~~~ Danny gets to his feet and gets nose to nose with Sebastian. His eyes narrow and he takes a deep breath, then points out the door. Sebastian looks at him, glances down at Mac writhing on the floor, and slowly nods. He heads out the door as EMTs arrive to tend to Flasher. ~~~

[Sportsguy]

We see Sebastian Davis smirking as he walks down the Hallway of Shit's About To Go Down. He turns the corner and runs into a brass knuckle right cross from Matt Folz. Matt follows up with a right hook that drives the air completely out of the Onslaught Champion and sends him down to one knee. Matt leans over Sebastian as Fire and Moose come into the frame.

Matt: We're not doing this because we like Mac Flasher, we don't. Nor are we doing this because we're suddenly the moral conscience of this company, none of us have a conscience. No, sir we're doing this to teach you a lesson. And that lesson is this: Know your fucking place. You say there's a hurricane coming, and you're wrong. Because it's been here for a long time. WE are that hurricane. WE are Chaos, destruction and carnage. I'm the World Heavyweight Champion. My two comrades- in addition to being the most destructive, lethal pair of siblings to ever walk this earth- will in short order become World Tag Team Champions. There's nothing- NOTHING- that happens in this company without our approval. So in a way, I'd like to thank you for your promo, because it now allows us to prove our point.

Matt picks Sebastian up and hits an ANGLE SLAM. He then holds Sebastian up and allows Moose to hit a HEART PUNCH. Sebastian falls to the floor and Fire finishes it off with a MOTHERFUCKING CURBSTOMP! The Saints smile at one another and walk off as we......FADE

[L!zz~]

(Beverly is seen sitting with Dorothy)

Dorothy: Have you been going to your sessions?

Beverly: Yes.

Dorothy: Are they helping?

Beverly: I ..don't know. I'm still losing...

Dorothy: You're reasons for therapy aren't why you are losing Beverly.

Beverly: They are the reasons for a lot of things.

Dorothy: (rises, begins to collect her bags) The reason you are losing is self sabotage. You get in your own head.

Beverly: (rises, begins to do the same) Which is why I'm in therapy.

Dorothy: No. It's one reason why you think you need therapy.

(Beverly just looks at her, confused)

Dorothy: C'mon let's get ice cream.

Beverly: I'm not Josie. Ice cream doesn't make every thing better.

(Dorothy just looks at her)

Beverly: Maybe we can find a Stone Cold Creamery.

Dorothy: (as they head out) I think you mean Cold Stone..

(Fade as they head down a random hallway)

[L!zz~]

(Kylie and Bridget are rushing into medical behind Mac)

Bridget: Just listen to them Mac!

Kylie: (behind her lies a hand on Bridget's back to try and get her to calm down)

Bridget: I'm fine..I'm fine..I'm just fucking furious..

Kylie: (glancing at monitor points to Matt and Fire destroying Davis)

Bridget: (smirks) I'll have to buy them a round.

(We fade as the medics ask the tag champs to step back so they can check Mac over)

[Leo]

The Rev. BRICK~! sits in a pew at the God Complex. His head is down in prayer. "Silver Eagle" Jack Bullet comes and sits down beside him. BRICK~! doesn't look up.

B: Are you here to take Communion, Jack?

JB: I don't think that's very funny.

BRICK~! now raises his head and looks at Bullet.

B: Why did you automatically assume I was trying to tempt you with demon alcohol. We use grape juice as the Blood of Christ here in the God Complex.

JB: You know what my issues are.

B: And it seems that you're ready to face them or you wouldn't be sitting here. What can the almighty do for you today?

JB: Are you referring to yourself or God?

B: Either, or.

JB: I don't know if I would call myself a religious man. A Christian, sure. But what does that mean? I pray when I need something. I go to church on Sunday as an obligation, not as something I want to do.

B: So you're here today because you need something and it's something you feel obligated to do?

JB: ......Yes, I guess.

B: I believe you are having what alcoholics call a moment of clarity.

JB: I would call it that yes.

B: Would you call yourself an alcoholic?

Bullet sits for a very long time and looks at the cross behind the alter.

JB: I would, yes.

B: We have AA meetings at 7 p.m. every Tuesday. A lot of churches have Alcoholics Anonymous and Narcotics Anonymous meetings. Because the path away from addiction is with the Lord. Do you know the story of the foot prints in the sand, Jack?

JB: Sure, everybody knows that one. A man is walking with Jesus on a beach that represents his life. The man looks back to view the footprints. There are usually two sets, except during the most difficult times in the man's life. The man asked Jesus why he had left him in those times and the Lord said "no, those the times when I carried you."

B: And you're asking to be carried now?

JB: I am.

B: Pray with me Jack.

Jack Bullet bows his head and crosses his hands. Brick places a hand on his back.

B: Dear Lord, be with Jack Bullet as he takes responsibility for his drinking and his actions. God, grant him the serenity to accept the things he cannot change and the courage to change the things he can. Plus, wisdom to know the difference. Amen.

Bullet looks up with tears in his eyes.

JB: That's it?

B: The journey of a 1,000 steps starts with one. Where' on step one, Jack, many more to go.

Bullet stands and walks to the back of the church where Carl From Fresno is standing.

CF: So, where do you want to go now, Jack.

JB: Take me to Dr. Dre Gaines.

FADE.

[Sportsguy]

We fade in and see Matt Folz doing what he usually does on Saturdays during March...sitting on his ass watching a shitload of basketball. His wife Jaime shuts off her laptop, takes a long sigh and then walks over and joins him on the couch.

Matt: Hey gorgeous.

Jaime: Hey...can I talk to you?

Matt: Of course, any time.

Matt mutes the television and turns his full attention to his wife.

Matt: What's up?

Jaime: We've always agreed to be open and honest with one another right?

Matt: Certainly.

Jaime: I told Fire that I want to go to another club. She said there's one a few miles away from the hotel.

Now Matt lets out a long sigh and seems to be taking a moment to compose his thoughts.

Jaime: Matt?

Matt: Look, I'm not going to pull that Alpha Male bullshit and tell you where you can and cannot go. I've always found that kind of attitude goddamn embarrassing to my gender and outright offensive to yours. If you want to go, that's your decision. But- in that same spirit of openness and honesty- I'm not going to lie, I worry about you going to places like that.

Jaime: Hon, Lindsay and I had two older brothers who kind of demanded we be tough. Plus in addition to what Fire taught me, I also picked some tips up from Mai when we were all friends. I can handle myself.

Matt: This is the battle between logic and emotion. Logically I KNOW everything you just said is true and I'm being over protective and there's no real reason for me to worry. But emotionally in my head I keep going back to seeing you in that hospital bed after Royalty attacked you. So I'll make you a deal, you don't go back until you're trained okay?

Jaime: Trained? I never said I wanted to participate...

Matt shakes his head and smiles at his wife.

Matt: Now who's lying? We may not always agree and I'm admittedly far from being one of the smartest people on the planet. I may be a college drop out but I DO know you hon. And I know what's going on in that brilliant Stanford educated brain of yours. You think to fully understand a subject that you have to immerse yourself in it. You want to do at least one fight so that you think you know what you're talking about. Tell me that I'm wrong.

Jaime (Blushing): You're not wrong.

Matt: I thought so. Since I can't stop you I might as well help you. I do have some conditions though. It'll be ONE and only one 2 on 2fight with nobody but Fire as your partner. No tournaments, deal?

Jaime: Deal.

Matt: I don't like this, I have extreme reservations about this but....Go change into your workout gear.

Jaime kisses Matt on the cheek and heads to the bedroom to change. Matt sighs and then scrolls through his phone and hits Firewoman's number. We only hear his side of the conversation.

Matt: Hi. Get your ass down to the Training Center, 10 minutes. No, I don't know what you're doing and I don't particularly give a shit. You inadvertently started this, you're damn sure going to help me.

FADE

[Sportsguy]

OOC: This is a day late but.... Liz, if Bridget does want to buy Matt a round: Get the address to Cold Stone from Beverly and I'll take a Peanut Butter Cup Perfection blended into a shake, Gotta Have It Size thanks. (I LOVES me some Cold Stone Creamery )

[Leo]

"Silver Eagle" Jack Bullet sits on a couch staring across at Dr. Dre Gaines.

JB: I'm not laying down.

DG: Nobody said you had to. Sit how you're comfortable. I'm told you've talked with the Rev. BRICK~!

JB: Are you against religion as a therapeutic aide.

DG: Not at all. A lot of great therapeutic practices and help organizations have religious foundations, like AA. Are you going to start attending meetings. I know BRICK~! has those at the God Complex.

JB: I don't know yet.

DG: And why don't you know.

Bullet sits and contemplates it for a long time.

JB: Because that's me admitting I'm an alcoholic.

DG: That's where your problem lies. This all has nothing to do with Fire goading you into punching a woman or Mama Juana staying away from you. It has everything to do with how you handled both situations and you did that by excessive drinking.

JB: That's been me always. Something happens, I crawl into a bottle for awhile, but then I always crawl back out.

DG: I'm not going to get into you being a functioning alcoholic, but the important question is why that cycle doesn't work for you anymore.

Once again, Jack sits and considers.

JB: Because I was the OOWF World Champion and I should have been better than that. I needed to be better than that.

DG: Better for who? For the fans or for yourself. If it's for others, you have a long way to go.

JB: For me. I need to be a better person for myself. A more complete person for myself. Look, I'll tell you, when my wife cheated on me and we got divorced I ran back to wrestling to hide. Jack Bullens wanted to hide behind Jack Bullet. That's something I have realized now.

DG: Wrestlers thinking they are their personas might be the number one thing I deal with and you're not as bad as many. Jack Bullet and Jack Bullens have more in common than you might admit, but I don't think either are bed men. Just flawed and you're working on it. You go to those AA meetings, you make the regular sessions with me and we'll see if we can't get both to meet in the middle. A sober middle.

Jack stands extends his hand and shakes Gaines' hand. He exits to find Carl from Fresno in the waiting room.

CF: So, where do you want to go now?

JB: Take me to hell.

[Road Warrior Shark]

~~~ Fade into somewhere in the OOWF Arena. Sebastian Davis is seen sitting, wiping blood from his lip. ~~~

Davis: Lesson? What a moron. You think being attacked three on one is teaching me a lesson? Wait, you're right. Lesson learned. Lesson being that Matt Folz isn't half the man he claims to be. You think you just put me in my place? My place, Matthew, is at the top of the card with the World Title slung over my shoulder.

I didn't beat up Mac Flasher to intimidate Mac. He was just collateral damage. It could have been Alexis, my other opponent for MidWeek Mayhem. It could have been Carl from Fresno, It could have been whomever crossed my path first. It could have been You, champ. I beat up Mac because Danny Taylor needed to know I'm not some doe-eyed, happy-to-be-here newcomer who is going to lay down and let himself be treated like shit.

That goes for you too champ. You think you can intimidate me? Nuh-uh. Ain't gonna happen. I'm not intimidated by you, I'm not impressed by you, and I'm certainly not scared of you. I can take anything and everything you can dish out and give it back just as well. Don't believe me? You'll find out soon enough.

Flasher, Alexis, I'll tell you in advance. The beatings you get on Wednesday are courtesy of Mr. Folz. Feel free to thank him. I know I will.

[Leo]

Firewoman sits outside the Destroyarium in a high back leather chair sipping some sort of bubbly substance out of a crystal goblet for dramatic effect. She prominently wears the pendant featuring Jack Bullet’s soul around her neck.

Jack Bullet approaches and stands facing Fire. He waits for her to speak.

FW: I saw the ninja camera recording of your visit with Dr. Gaines. I figured ‘take me to hell’ had you coming to one place only. I don’t like unwelcomed guests in my room, so consider me meeting you outside as a comprising gesture of goodwill. Probably the only one you will get from me. But if you want back what I now possess, I won’t be so compromising.

JB: You can keep it.

Fire pauses ever so slightly as she goes to take a drink. She tries to not reveal that response was not what she expected.

JB: I don’t know what you think you have in that pendant around your neck. You’ve somehow collected the soul of Jack Bullet. If that helps you to sleep better at night. Good, I’m glad.

FW: Well, it does assist with automatic doors. Traversing airports is easier now and I can go to supermarkets again. Easter is coming and I don’t recognize the holiday, but there’s Peeps to be considered…

JB: You’re babbling.

Fire grips the pendant around her neck and this makes it glow brighter than it did before. Beams of light squeeze out between her fingers.

JB: I broke a moral code that was antiquated and foolish. I see that now. But, what it made me do was come to grips with my own alcoholism. Every time something went against me in the past, I crawled into a bottle until I felt like climbing out. You made me realize that is no way to be. You’ve given me something greater than I’ve given you and for that I thank you.

Bullet spreads his arms wide and appears to want a hug. Fire stands.

FW: We’re not going to hug it out. This is typical Jack Bullet. Somebody gives you a bowl of shit and you eat it pretending like it’s the greatest thing ever to neutralize it. You lean into the wind. It’s a good tactic. It’s smart, but I see through it. I own your soul. The soul of Jack Bullet. If you want to build a new soul for Jack Bullens through AA meetings, therapy sessions with Dre and prayer vigils with BRICK~! then have a good fucking time with all that nonsense.

Fire opens the door to the Destroyatarium and pushes the chair inside. The door closes with a bang.
Jack turns to leave and finds Mama Juana standing there.

MJ: You have walked the path you need to. You have found me at the end. You do not need to come to me. I have chosen to come to you.

JB: I could have used you before now.

MJ: You were not ready. You are now. I will now help you as the cards predicted.

JB: OOWF After Dark Happy Fun Shower Time?

MJ: No. On the Midweek Mayhem for March 13 you will have a match that I have already asked Danny Taylor for and he has given it. I have promised him you will be ready and you shall be. It’s an opponent you have never faced before and perhaps your biggest challenge ever.

JB: Who?

MJ: Me.

And with that Juana turns, walks away and disappears in a veil of smoke.

[Jack Quinn]

<while Jack stands there pondering the permeability of people, Moose walks up behind him. Moose stands next to a large trunk with OOWF stuff inside. Bullet slowly turns around and Moose smirks. He reaches into his trench coat and pulls out two rocks glasses and sets them down. Never taking his eyes off of Bullet. Moose pulls a small shaker from another pocket and drops a few ice cubes in each glass. The cubes rattle off the glass and the cubes spin in the glass before settling. Bullet swallows hard, but doesn't move. Moose then reaches into another pocket.......pauses for dramatic effect......then pulls out a bottle of 10 year aged Bulleit bourbon. Moose cracks the seal and pours two glasses of smooth brown liquid.

Jack's breath is noticeably shallow, and he repeatedly licks his lips. Moose takes a long drink from his glass, Bullet's eyes following his glass to his lips, then back down. Moose slides Bullet's glass toward him, but Bullet doesn't move>

JB: You are a son of a bitch

MHJ: <smirking> Why Jack Bullet, what am ugly thing to say! Does this mean you're not my friend anymore? You know, Jack, if I thought you weren't my friend I don't think I could bear it.

JB: I'm not playing your games Moose, not you, not your sister

MHJ: <taking another drink> the minute you signed up for the OOWF, you began playing our game. You tipped your hand Jackie boy

JB: How? By showing I have a problem?

MHJ: <smirking and drinking again> No. By showing you care.

JB: Wha.....

MHJ: Shit Jack! We ALL got problems! You wouldn't BE here if you didn't have problems! <Moose grabs the bottle and jumps on top of the crate and drinks deeply> Don't you know, Jack, we're the island of misfit toys here. The inmates run the asylum. We all have problems, and we all use the OOWF to indulge those problems. Hell, none of us WANT to get better! I drink. Fire has her dalliances. Kylie has her Lothario and his drama. Alex wants to be the brooding hero. Mac wants to be the plucky underdog who hates himself. We all have our demons, we all have our problems, and yours is sitting right there in that glass, look at it Bullet, look at the water running down the glass. Eight ounces of pure bliss

<Bullet swallows hard, but doesn't move>

MHJ: Now, you can say what you want about the Quinns. We've heard it all before. We are not nice people. We are not good people. And we know your weakness Jack. Now, it's not like you kept that hidden, hell for the last month you've spent more time at the bottom of the bottle than I have, but now........now it is different. Now, you think you can change. You think you can beat your demons into submission. Now, you think you can be what those idiot fans what you to be. Clean and sober. Fight for the rights of every man. How does that song go? Or is it, you are a real American, you can't wait to get home so you can get drunk again. Fight for what's right, live a fake life.

You can run Jack, but you can't hide. I've said it again and again, you cannot change what you are, and you? You are a drunk. You are a violent drunk who likes to smack women around.....

<those words seem to snap Bullet out of his stupor, he grabs Moose by the shirt and slams him against the wall>

JB: NO! You son of a bitch, that is NOT what happened!

<Moose shoves Bullet back and fixes his shirt>

MHJ: Isn't it? That's certainly not what the liquor says.

<Moose smirks, then turns and walks away. Bullet snarls, then swats the glass off the crate shattering it against the wall. He storms off in the opposite direction and we fade>

[Fire-Babe]

Moose and Fire are at a dive bar.

MHJ: See? Isn't this better than pouting in the Destroyitarium.

FW: Who's pouting?

MHJ: I know, you just miss your Stanky-Wanky....

FW: First, never....and I mean never EVER....refer to him that way again.

MHJ: Don't you mean "agayn?"

FW: I hate this state. Really. I just want to stay in the arena or my room until show time and then get on the road out of here as soon as possible.

The crowd is pretty thick, and so it isn't long before someone bumps into Fire and Moose's table and spills their drink.

DrunkGuy: Hey...watch where yer goin'

FW: *starting to stand* Watch where I'm going? Listen, you piece of---

MHJ: *Putting a hand on Fire's arm to keep her from instigating any further* Sorry, dude, I hate how crowded this place gets. Next one's on me.

DrunkGuy: Hey, now...you're okay man.....unlike SOME people.

FW: You know....

DG: You guys look familiar.

MHJ: We just have those kinds of faces.

DG: Nawww....I seen you before...Wait, I got it!

MHJ: Dammit.

FW: I'm ready when you are...

DG: You're...You're related to that no good for nothing cheat Sean Quinn!

FW/MHJ: Huh?

DG: That asshole owes me a hundred bucks.

FW: Let's go....

Moose and Fire start to get up, Fire a little more shaken than Moose is, but it's hard to tell... The drunk guy grabs Moose by the shoulder to spin him around. Since he's not Fire, he doesn't immediately swing.

MHJ: I'm going to count to three--

DG: Yeah, that's just what that asshole used to say, too.

FW: Look, dude, we're not him....we....he's not--

MHJ: You got the wrong people, and you're about to make a fairly large mistake.

DG: Naaaah....you look JUST like him....so gimme my money, I don't care what your family connections are, or...Maybe I'll just take it outta your friend here in trade.

Moose places himself between Fire and Drunk Guy, without even realizing it.

MHJ: You need to go sober up elsewhere. I'm truly looking out for your best interests here..

DG: She's really pretty...

MHJ: This Sean Quinn...he a bad ass?

DG: Huh? Oh, could be, if he was crossed...

MHJ: Good. Then we ARE his kids, and we are worse than him, so I'm giving you the warning, now...

DG: Yeah, yeah...what about you, toots? Let's go have a party--

Drunk Guy reaches out for her and barely finishes his sentence, when Fire picks up the whiskey bottle, breaks it on the table and stabs him in the eye with the jagged, broken edge, surprising everyone... except of course Moose... although maybe even he is a little surprised. Drunk Guy howls in pain and falls back. There's a pause as everyone processes what just happened. Then, Drunk Guy's friends come to his rescue, and we get a good old-fashioned bar brawl, with Moose and Fire mostly holding their own. They get separated though, and Moose grabs two pool cues that he puts together and wields like a kendo stick. Fire is getting sort of herded toward the back of the bar and Moose loses sight of her. He looks around and yells something in Irish, which may have been the wrong thing, since this may not be a "family" bar...or at least not THAT family. Moose grabs a barstool and swings it wildly, clearing a path in the direction he last saw Fire. Another drunk guy comes staggering out, face covered in blood. Fire comes out after him, and begins to look for the original Drunk Guy to finish what she started.

MHJ: We should probably get going.

Fire looks at him blankly, then goes back to the back room. A moment later she comes out with a handful of electric wires and computer chips.

FW: Back door. This way.

They rush out the back door and then around a corner.

MHJ: Well, I'd say we're ready for our match. You stabbed a guy in the eye.

FW: Did I?

Fire gets a strange look.

FW: I hope he'll be okay.

MHJ: What?

FW: Huh?

MHJ: What's in your hand?

FW: Oh....this?

MHJ: ....

FW: Fire suppression system stuff.

MHJ: ...

FW: We should go a little more quickly.

They round another corner and get into Moose's mustang and go screaming away, as a few fire trucks pass them going the opposite direction.

[L!zz~]

(Beverly knocks on the door to Matt and Jamie's room)

Jamie: (opens the door surprised) Hey Beverly. What's up?

Beverly: (holds out a carrier tray from Cold Stone Creamery) Bridget asked that I dropped this off. As a Thank you. She was going to do it herself but she and Kylie have their hands full keeping Mac from going insane.

Jamie: (reaches for the tray) Ice cream?

Beverly: Peanut Butter Cup Perfection blended into a shake, It size for Matt. And a few other treats because we weren't sure what your favorite is.

Jamie: Oh, that is really sweet. How did you know Matt's?

Beverly: He's said enough. (sort of laughs) Plus you can assure him that an INC followed us the whole way so there is nothing funny in the shakes.

Jamie: (laughs) We know you aren't that type. Thanks Bev. And thanks Bridget.

Beverly: I will. Enjoy.

(Beverly turns to leave when Jamie stops her)

Jamie: Bev, I know we aren't friends but I always have an ear for a fellow woman. We need to stick together when we can.

Beverly: Thanks Jamie. I appreciate it.

(Jamie heads in calling to Matt to come see what she has as Beverly walks away)

FADE

[L!zz~]

(Dorothy walks into wherever Mac/Bridget/Kylie are)

Dorothy: What is going on?

Bridget: This moron is hell bent on getting revenge.

Mac: (glares at her) He has it coming.

Dorothy: Bridget, Kylie. You two have some work to do if you plan on keeping those belts. You are late for a training session.

Kylie: We're a little preoccupied.

Dorothy: Well, I suggest you two learn to focus and get yourselves to the ring now. I'll handle Mac.

Bridget: Dorothy..

Dorothy: Now. (continues before they can argue) My boys may have been idiots but they were champions. You're paying me good money to whip you into shape and God Damn it I'm going to do it. Go. Now.

Kylie: (glances at Bridget) She's right.

Bridget: (nods, grabs her bag, with a glare at Mac they head out)

Dorothy: (turns to Mac) Sit. Down.

Mac: Excuse me?

Dorothy: Young man, you and I are going to have a chat. Sit. The. Fuck. Down.

(To his credit, Mac realizes she's pissed and serious and sits)

fade

[Fire-Babe]

Father Lou sits himself into the confessional booth and waits. Eventually, someone else gets in the other side. Father Lou is sort of surprised by this, but begins the process.

V: Forgive me father, for I have sinned, it's been....um.....

FL: Eilís Máire?

FW: Yes?

FL: I'm surprised to see you.

FW: Well, I uh... it's been ... um....

FL: Just got with several months.

FW: Okay... several months since my last confession and... um...

FL: ...

FW: ...

FL: Eilís Máire, let's not waste me time. Is there somethin' ye need to atone for?

FW: Um...probably...

FL: Child....that's not how this works, and ye know it full well.

FW: I, um.... Father it's weird...I kind of...I really FEEL like there's something I should be atoning for.

FL: YOU? Since when?

FW: Coupla weeks...It's a weird feeling.

FL: I can see how it would be, a sinner like yerself.

FW: Hey!

FL: Now, lass, I'm always callin' 'em how I sees them, and it's not like it's not understandable, given the family. Still...I canna give ye the ashes unless there's something ye be sorry for.

FW: I'm ...uh... I'm kinda of sorry I stabbed that guy in the eye.

FL: There ye go! Although, from what I hear, he had it comin'....besmirchin' the name of the Quinns like that.

FW: So...I should not be sorry?

FL: No, no, Eilís Máire, you should be sorry, indeed. Maybe you pay for his medical expenses?

FW: .....Can't I just say a prayer or something?

FL: Ye don't believe in God or Mary, so--

FW: I'm polytheist, I totally do.

FL: But that's not how... Oh, alright. I take from ye what I can get. Three Hail Marys and two Our Fathers.

FW: Okay....um...where would I find--

FL: Google it, child...Google it.

FW: Okay, thanks Father...I'll get Lucky to fix the medical bills...are we done?

FL: In a minute...*Father Lou makes the sign of the cross in Fire's general direction.*...Go in peace, child, and...well, I would say "sin no more" but I think I'll be savin' me breath. Just try not to stab anyone else in the eye.

FW: I can probably do that.

Fire leaves the confessional, and then Father Lou does, and gives her the ashes in a cross on her forehead.

[Jack Quinn]

<Father Lou walks Fire out of the church, they chat amicably, though Fire does look a bit contrite. Once they step out, we see Moose's mustang parked in front of the church, Moose leaning against the car having a drink>

MHJ: Ah, still peddlin' your tales, eh Father Lou?

FL: Boyo you will be respectful at the house of the lord! It wouldn't do you no harm to square yourself with the Lord Jackie Quinn! When was your last confessional?

MHJ: Forgive me Father for I don't give the slightest shit

FW: JACK!

MHJ: <to Fire> Are we done here?

<Fire turns to Father Lou and thanks him for his time, and listening, and checkes again on how to find the Hail Mary's and all that. As they get to the car Moose just stares at her>

FW: What?

MHJ: How can you do what you do and still believe in THAT?

FW: There are things beyond your understanding

MHJ: <laughing> Fine. I understand you drive. I'll drink, you drive.

<Moose tosses Fire the keys, they get in and Fire tears off down the road as we fade>

[L!zz~]

(We once again find Dorothy and Beverly together, they are stopped by SFJ Pi)

Pi: Beverly, a quick word if you don't mind?

Beverly: Of course. (she moves to join the SFJ, Dorothy standing to her side)

Pi: You've been rather quiet as of late, it seems to be a recurring issue.

Beverly: I guess some would see it as an issue. Honestly, I don't have a real beef with anyone at the moment. I'm just here trying to get my career back on track.

Pi: That doesn't seem to be going well.

Beverly: (laughs) No. It doesn't. Tonight we have a fatal four way and I'm fully prepared. I've been working with and learning a lot from Dorothy and tonight I'm going to try a few new things.

Pi: Such as?

Beverly: Well, I can't tell my secret plans Pi

Pi: Fair enough. Do you think you can win tonight?

Beverly: I know I can.

Pi: I wish you luck. Thanks for the quick chat.

Beverly: Any time.

Dorothy: See you later, Pi. Dinner?

Pi: I'd love too.

(Beverly heads off with Dorothy, the two discussing strategy as we fade)

[Jack Quinn]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (#905)
Live! From Ypsilanti, Michigan
March 6, 2019

BEVERLY CAMBRIDGE vs. MAMA JUANA vs. SHIZURU vs. AWESOME BILL FROM DAWSONVILLE

Everyone gets their introduction and the crowd pops. The four stare one another down before anyone moves, then just like that, it explodes into action. Bev goes after Bill while Shiz and MJ dive between the ropes and brawl around the outside. The action is absolutely non stop. Pins are broken up at the speed of light, Bill nearly kills himself when he goes for the FREEBIRD from the top rope outside the ring, he winds up going through the Dutch Announce Table. With Bill lying there bleeding in the wreckage of the table, MJ climbs the ropes and hits a perfect moonsault on Bill that would have ended the night for him, but Bill moves at the last second and MJ crashes and burns. That leaves Bev and Shiz in the ring, Shiz lifts Bev for a Psycho Driver, but Bev slips free, spins Shiz around and hits a pop up backbreaker, then traps Shiz in the LeBell Lock! Shiz fights it, but can’t make it to the ropes and he taps out!
WINNER in 24:06 – Beverly Cambridge

Russ: That is Bev’s first win in quite awhile
Razz: Ironic that it comes in a chaotic match like this
Russ: From chaos comes order, for some

JOHN LAW vs. ALEXANDER DARLING

Darling’s music plays first and he comes out to the top of the ramp and soaks in the ovation from the crowd. They seem to be happy that he defeated Moose, so, he has that going for him. As Darling starts toward the ring, Law attacks him from behind! Law drops Darling on the stage and pulls out a billy club and repeatedly slams it down on Alex’s head! Darling is busted open! Law drives repeated shots to Darling’s head, opening the wound even further. Medics rush out and try to help Alex, but Law keeps them away and repeatedly kicks Alex in the face. Lexie comes out with a chair and swings for the fences at Law’s head, he moves at the last possible second, then slinks away to the back. The EMT’s have a towel wrapped around Alex’s head, which is already soaked with blood. They rush him to the back, no doubt for a trip to the ER.
WINNER – No Match

Russ: THAT DAMN COWAR……
<Law shows up at the announce booth and grabs the headset from Russ>
Law: WHY? Why did I do it? BECAUSE I CAN! I want champions! I want people that matter, and you give me Alexander Darling? Listen up Darling, I did you a favor. You should have hung it up after you beat that other relic in Moose, but if you insist on stepping foot in MY ring and wasting MY time, you will continue to pay the price.
<Law slams the headset down and storms to the back>

ALEXIS DARLING vs. MAC FLASHER vs. SEBASTIAN DAVIS

“Junior” Hale inspects OOWF Onslaught Champion Sebastian Davis, Alexis Darling and Mac Flasher before calling for a bell. With the three circling each other, Alexis is the first to hop in, blasting Sebastian with a forearm shiver across the jaw. Mac joins the fray, drilling the woozy Texan with a lariat and pushing him through the ropes. Mac tries to follow Sebastian to the outside but gets rolled up for 2 by Alexis. Mac and Alexis tie up just as Sebastian charges back in and waylays both with fists and forearms.

With both Alexis and Mac down, Sebastian chooses Mac to further the punishment, stomping away at his shoulder and neck area until Alexis shoves him off … To do the same thing. Sebastian regains himself and squares up to pummel Alexis, only to get an uppercut from a kipping Mac. The three brawl with nobody truly getting an edge as Hale is helpless to stop the pier-six nature of the bout.

Russ: “There are times when the action can’t be called, because words only get in the way.”
Razz: “If those words got in the way of this brawl, they’d get about six fists and a few boots for their troubles.”

Mac starts to emerge from the brawl with the advantage, shoving Alexis through the ropes and slamming Sebastian into the turnbuckle before tying him to the Tree of Woe. Mac charges in with repeated boots and tries to cap the flurry by backing up and delivering Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood Trolley, but eats a springboard dropkick from Alexis. While Sebastian is trying to free himself, Alexis uses him to hop up to the top turnbuckle before hitting Mac with a meteor that gets 2 before Sebastian breaks up the count. Alexis and Sebastian get into a hellacious chop fight, won by Alexis after a chop went high and caught Sebastian’s throat. A rope-assisted tornado DDT gets 2 on the champ as Mac makes a last-second save. Alexis turns her focus to Mac, who is ready with a double-leg takedown and a try at a Boston Crab that gets nixed as Sebastian plants Mac with a bulldog and gets 1.5 before Alexis dives on the cover.

Mac rolls away from the fray as Alexis and Sebastian resume chopping away at each other. Neither can get ahead as Mac grabs both opponents and cracks their heads together. He looks at Alexis before grabbing her and hoisting her up in a Flash Drive. That attempt is cut off by Sebastian spearing Mac, creating a pile of bodies tangled in the ropes. All three struggle to free themselves, taking swings at whomever is nearest to any movable limb as Hale tries to pull the three away from the ropes. Sebastian is first to be freed, rolling out of the ring to rake two pair of eyes as Hale continues to work. Alexis frees herself and dives off the apron, driving Sebastian and her into the barricade. Mac is finally released, bringing a cannonball to the other two, spilling bodies around the announce table.

Russ: “I get the feeling that nobody is walking out of this match under their own power.”
Razz: “Partner, if anyone is conscious after this match, that’s a win.”

Mac pops up and salutes the cheering fans before eating a clothesline from Sebastian. Alexis comes over and hops on Sebastian’s back, drilling the back of his head with hammerfists and a few elbows. Mac shoves Alexis off Sebastian, giving the champ time to grab his Onslaught title. Sebastian returns to the fray swinging for the fences, whiffing on both Alexis and Mac as Hale drops to the outside to halt Sebastian’s attack. While the two argue, Mac and Alexis each grab chairs and start swinging at each other, only clanging their chairs with Sebastian jumping in and getting blasted by both Mac and Alexis. Hale had long since given up on keeping order.

Ladies and gentleman, this match has been rued a no-contest (11:07).

CLAN QUINN vs. KYLIE MIGNOLIO & BRIDGET O’MALLEY

Clan Quinn is out first, the crowd nearly boos them out of the building. The champs are announced and make their way to the ring, Fire and Moose are ready for a fight, and Kylie and Bridget race to the ring…….then stop and walk around the ring to their side, climb onto the apron and slowly step into the ring.

Russ: The champs with some mind games tonight
Razz: Not quite what Moose and Fire were expecting there
Russ: That is one thing about both Firewoman and Moosehead Jack, they like to control the tempo of the match, they like to set the tone for the match, this is a smart move by the champs

Sure enough, Fire starts thing off for Clan Quinn and Kylie and Bridget keep the action in the ring. Every time Fire tries to take it out of the ring, they bring it right back in. Whenever Moose and Fire would start to brawl, Bridget and Kylie would lock them in a move and drag them to the mat. Fire and Moose are initially frustrated, but soon enough they begin to wrestle the champs style of match.

Razz: See, this is where I am not sure Bridget and Kylie have the advantage, both Moose and Fire have held the onslaught championship on numerous occasions, they know HOW to wrestle, they just usually choose not to
Russ: It’s not a matter of whether they can wrestle or not, it’s how long can they keep their temper?

And sure enough, Kylie reverses a German suplex attempt by Moose and throws him over her shoulder to the mat. Moose gets to his feet and kicks the ropes and begins arguing with the referee. When Kylie comes in to grab Moose, Moose BLASTS her with a left hook to the jaw! Kylie goes to one knee, then snarls and attacks Moose, tumbling between the ropes to the floor.

Fire and Bridget quickly join the fight, and soon things are out of control on the outside. At some point, during the fight, Moose and Kylie wind up back into the ring, Kylie tries to whip Moose to the ropes, but Moose reverses it, hits Kylie with a BUISAKU KNEE, then covers her, with his feet on the ropes! The referee never sees it and Moose gets the three count!
WINNERS in 14:11 – Clan Quinn

Russ: That’s what I’m talking about! The Quinns couldn’t keep that match clean! They had to resort to chaos to get the win!
Razz: Well, Russ, chaos to some is order to others. The champs better figure out how to deal with chaos if they want to keep their titles!

ZED vs. MATT FOLZ – OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match

"Shoot to Thrill" By AC/DC plays the OOWF Intercontinental Champion Zed to the ring. He looks focused as he warms up in the corner and "Battle Without Honor or Humanity" plays OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Matt Folz down for his first championship defense. The referee checks both for weapons and orders both to stay in their respective corners as Mike Elevenbee begins the introductions.

ME: This is the main event of the evening and it is for the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first in the corner to my left, the challenger, the reigning OOWF Intercontinental Champion. From North Carolina, standing 6 feet tall and weighing 195 pounds.... ZED! And now in the corner to my right, the reigning, defending OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. 6'5, 225 pounds from Green Bay, Wisconsin..... MATT FOLZ!

The referee calls for the bell and this one is underway.


They lock up and Matt takes him down to the canvas. Matt with two hard elbows to the back of Zed's neck and then he rolls him into a cradle for 2. Matt with a Backdrop Driver and a snap suplex but Zed blocks the German Suplex attempt and rolls Matt up for 2. Both get back to their feet, Matt tries a lariat but Zed ducks and leaps up with a crucifix pin for another 2. Zed with a clothesline that knocks Matt out of the ring. Zed with a baseball slide that knocks the World Champion back and then Zed slides out of the ring. Matt with a rake of the eyes and tries an Irish Whip, but Zed reverses and sends Matt crashing hard into the steps. Zed follows up with a hard running knee to Matt's face then rolls into the ring to break the count.

Zed rolls back out and hits a brainbuster on the concrete then rolls Matt in for a 2 count. Zed keeps the offense flowing with a running shoulder tackle and a dropkick to Matt’s knee, flipping the World Champion inside-out. Zed scoops Matt in position for a Carolina Blue Thunder Bomb that gets 2.5. Zed pulls Matt to his feet before an Irish Whip and a powerslam put the champ on his back again. The crowd encourages Zed as he starts nailing Matt with several hard strong style kicks. Zed with a lariat and heads up top and nails Matt with a double ax handle. Zed whips Matt off the ropes and hits a back elbow for 2. Zed starts hammering Matt with punches. The referee calls for a clean break and Zed obliges, he backs off and waits til Matt gets to his feet before nailing him with a Mafia Kick. Zed hits Matt with the Moment of Zed and covers. 1....2....Matt again kicks out just before the 3. Zed slams the canvas in frustration and temporarily loses focus. Matt takes advantage of this by diving and slamming his entire body weight into Zed's right ankle.

Zed tries to limp to his feet but Matt again chop blocks the injured ankle and starts working on it with a single minded focus. Matt gets quickly back up and grabs Zed's leg, driving his ankle hard into the canvas... and again......and once more for good measure. Matt flips Zed to his back and then grabs his leg and drops an elbow hard right onto the injured ankle. Repeated stomps follow before Matt drags Zed over to the ropes, lays his leg across the top rope and then climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a Missile Dropkick right onto the ankle. Matt continues to focus exclusively on Zed's ankle before he drags him back to the center of the ring and trying to apply the ankle lock. Before Matt can get it fully applied, Zed kicks him off. Zed limps to his feet, Matt goes for the Angle Slam but Zed slips off Matt's shoulders and propels the Champ chest first hard into the corner. Matt stumbles back and Zed hits him with the GTH! The crowd is roaring but Zed's ankle is so hurt he can't make the cover right away. He finally crawls over and makes the cover, but the delay allows Matt to kick out at 2.9999. Zed gets to his feet and tries to pick Matt up but Matt thumbs him in the eye. Matt this time connects with the Angle Slam and then drags Zed perfectly to the center of the ring. Matt applies the Ankle Lock with a heel hook and Zed has no choice but to tap out.

Winner (Submission 22:32) and STILL OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Matt Folz.

Post match Zed rolls out of the ring and very gingerly starts to limp to the back. In the ring, Matt gives him a slight nod of appreciation for the competition before holding his Championship above his head and the crowd boos.

The boos intensify and Folz turns toward the ramp to see why. The OOWF Onslaught Champion, Sebastian Davis, is out at the top of the ramp. He glares at Folz, Matt smirks, takes his title and lays it in the middle of the ring and motions for Davis to come get it. Davis looks like he is about to head toward the ring when Danny and Vic come out from the back and stop him, much to the dismay of the crowd. Folz picks up his title and grabs a mic

Now, before these idiots start to cheer me for wanting to smack Sebastian Davis around, let me make something perfectly clear. I don’t give a shit what any of you think. There are two things that matter to me in this world, and you are not one of them. This title, this IS one of them. Davis, once your nuts drop, you get a shot. You want to step up to the plate and fight the champ? It’s your funeral pal.

Folz drops the mic, the crowd mostly boos him, and we fade to black.

Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action be sure to check out MidWeek Mayhem: MADNESS 15 , March 27th, Live! from Georgetown, Washington DC. And don’t forget to catch next week’s OOWF Mid-Week Mayhem Live! March 13th Live! From Toledo, Ohio