[Jack Quinn]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem: Maple Leaf Massacre 4 (#923)
Live! From Windsor, Ontario
June 26, 2019

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Fatal Four Way
Sebastian Davis vs. Jack Bullet vs. Beverly Cambridge vs. Matt Folz

OOWF Intercontinental Title Triple Threat Match
Kieran Bourne vs. Kylie Mignolio vs. Stacy Kirkland

OOWF World Tag Team Title Steel Cage Match
Los Defenestrators vs. Clan Quinn

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match
Bridget O'Malley vs. Mac Flasher


Card subject to someone else writing it

[DrMcAwesome]

*MAC FLASHER is seated in an empty OOWF Arena in Maryville, New York, alternating looks toward the just-vacated ringside seating area and his OOWF Onslaught Championship as he’s spotted by an INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA, that MAC immediately looks toward*

MAC: “I guess it was too much to ask for a bit of private reflection after this week’s brutal match on MidWeek Mayhem. But this ninja camera is here, and I guess someone watching somewhere needs a deeper explanation than the one I offered Sunday. So, I guess I’ll lead the Q&A session filled with questions that have filled my social media inboxes since Johnstown.”

*MAC pulls a sheet of paper from his pocket and unfolds it*

MF: “Question 1: ‘Why, Mac? Why did you do that to Bridget?’ … As I explained on Sunday, it wasn’t necessarily Bridget that I wanted to attack, I was in self-preservation mode. I made a choice to get out of Johnstown in one piece this year. I made the choice to keep myself in the best physical shape so that I could get that OOWF World Championship rematch that this company still owes me. Bridget was just the quickest way to the exit, but it’s not something that she or any of the fans will understand.”

*MAC crosses the first line off and reads the second question*

MF: “Question 2: ‘What if The Saints of Sinners never came to the ring?’ … Then Bridget and I put on a clinic and I could actually trust Reverend BRICK~! on his word. The God Complex still has the best thing going in OOWF and maybe everyone is a bit happier, instead of me finally experiencing the freedom to be who I need to be.”

*MAC crosses off the second line and reads off the third line*

MF: “Question 3: ‘Mac, fuck you.’ … OK, that wasn’t a question. But I get it. I made some people sad. I hurt some feelings. That happens in this business. The white hat isn’t always standing tall at the end, but I plan on being the hat that stands last, regardless of what color it is.”

*MAC crumbles the paper*

MF: “Since Sunday, I’ve been the target of incredible online harassment. The kind of harassment that made a younger version of me wish I was never born. The kind of bullying that made me second guess almost every step I took in life. The kind of stuff that would never get said to my face now that I feed off of this sentiment that I once feared …”

*MAC cracks a grin*

MF: “I just hope that there are no hard feelings."

*MAC throws the paper at the NINJA CAMERA as the scene fades*

[Leo]

Stacy Kirkland kicks down the door to Victor DeNiro's office. She has a crumbled up piece of paper in her hand. She throws it at Vic as he stands up.

SK: I've seen some lazy, Mickey Mouse bullshit in my time, but this has to be the most podunk shit ever!

VD: What are you blabbering about?

SK: The online match list for Maple Leaf Massacre. What people are seeing around the world. Do you see anything wrong with it?

DeNiro unfolds the paper and looks at it.

VD: No...

SK: You probably don't, because you're a fucking idiot. Every match on the card is for a title belt, but who are the god damn champions?

VD: What do you mean...

SK: I am the OOWF Intercontinental Champion and I better have a little c in parentheses (c) after my name to signal that I'm a champion. All I'm asking for is (c) and I better get it. If I don,t next time I will take that printed out match list, forced feed it to you, then reach up your ass and rip it back out the hard way. I am "Black Magic" Stacy Kirkland and I deserve the respect of a champion.

DeNiro wads the paper back up and throws it back at Stacy, who is very shocked.

VD: I'm the general manager of the OOWF and I better get some respect before I give it. And if you don't know that you're the champion or if you think your title reign is so insignificant that people don't know you're the IC champion, then that's a problem with you that needs to be fixed.

SK: When people think OOWF Intercontinental Champion, the first name that comes to mind now and forever, will be Stacy Kirkland. Years from now the only way people will know the names Kiernan Bourne and Kylie Mignolio is when they read my bio and see how I whipped their asses once upon a time at Maple Leaf Massacre 4. Because that (c) is going to be etched in stone after my name from now until hell freezes over. I'm not just the Intercontinental Champion I'm the Eternal Intercontinental Champion.

Kirkland storms out. DeNiro picks a lighter up off his desk, sets fire to the paper and drops it into his wastebasket as it smolders out. FADE.

[Leo]

"Silver Eagle" Jack Bullet is underneath the OOWF Banner with Sexy Female Journalist 3.14. He has a piece of paper in his hand. Jack is talking in a lowered voice and seems to not be aware that the camera is running.

JB: Is Matt Folz still world champion? There aren'r any (c) after any of the champions, so I don't know.

Pi: You honestly don't if Matt Folz is the world champion?

JB: It's not like he's done anything that impressive since he's been champion. He had some snoozer matches with Sebastian Davis and some lackluster bouts with Beverly Cambridge...oh, wait...they're in this four-way too. So, okay, yeah, Matt Folz is still champion kind of by default then. Okay, I'm ready to go.

Bullet folds the paper up and puts in his pocket. Pi gives a deep sigh.

Pi: The camera is already running.

JB: Oh...Matt Folz, I just want to remind you of a few things. One) I was the world champion before you, but you never won that belt off of me. Two) Since you became world champion, you have never had to defend it against me. Three) The other two people in this match you have already beaten multiple times and it doesn't take Scott Steiner math to figure out I'm the only one in this match with a chance of beating you and that chance is pretty high. I'm walked a long, hard road to get back to MY world championship. It's taken a long time for me to feel worthy of wearing that belt again, but I'm there and Senor Folz, the numbers don't lie, they add up to disaster for you at Maple Leaf Massacre 4: the Re-Syruping.

FADE.

[DrMcAwesome]

*SHIZURU-MUNE MANGYUNIKU-COX walks into Nowhere Bar, Grill and PCPL Repository where he encounters old favorites AWESOME BILL FROM DAWSONVILLE and JUSTIN SANE at a table, where it appears that the two are tearing down for the night*

AWESOME BILL: “Well would you done lookify at what cat done dragged in.”

JUSTIN: “And he’s dressed in flannel with a trucker hat and cutoff jeans … Great. He’s doing that Chris Candido thing where he rips off the gimmick of those he’s feuding with.”

*KAYFABE walks past and flashes three fingers in JUSTIN’s face before walking away*

SHIZURU-MUNE: “Yeah guys. I wanted to talk about that with you. I’m not here to feud, I’m here to get us back on the show.”

ABFD: “Well, I done apprecimacate that, Sizzly Chest, and the get-up yous wearin’ does flatter me flatter than Grandpa Bill From Steubenville when he was trampled by donkeys during the Great Donkey Stampede of Aught Eight. But ol’ Ellie May been calling them suits every day to get us back on.”

SM: “And … It hasn’t worked.”

ABFD: “The bar been keeping us busy.”

JS: “And why are you trying to kiss up to us with this new wardrobe?”

SM: “I’m really not kissing up. I’m just embracing my heritage.”

ABFD: “Heritage? But yous one of dem Asiansins.”

SM: “Yeah. I definitely have that in me, but while I’ve been off, I did one of those 23 and Me things. Turns out … I’m very redneck.”

JS: “But those tests don’t tell you if you’re Amer- …“

ABFD: “How redneck is you?”

*SHIZURU grabs a growler of PCPL and chugs the contents of it before slamming the empty jug on the table*

SM: “That redneck.”

*JUSTIN and AWESOME BILL look at SHIZURU in equal parts horror and admiration*

*the scene fades and then rejoins the trio about an hour later as the three have just completed an air-band cover of “Freebird” with SHIZURU on drums and tripping the fuck out because that was a lot of PCPL*

ABFD: “Well. Ain’t anyone in OOWF ever sangified ‘Freebird’ with us for an hour. I guess yous OK, Sizzly Chest.”

SM (barely coherent and reverting to a previous persona): “Call Sizzlechest ‘OI’ Buck Japan’”

JS: “You serious?”

*SHIZURU passes out as ARCTIC McBEARINGTON picks him up while JUSTIN and AWESOME BILL fire up “Freebird” again as the scene fades*

[Leo]

Matt Folz walks through the HALL OF RANDOM ENCOUNTERS when he randomly encounters Bullet Machine.

BM: Matt Folz! The evil that men do long out lives them while the good is interred with their bones. It was with Cesare and it shall be with you.

MF: Do you know that when you're in Bullet Machine guise, your initials are written as "BM."

Kayfabe walks by wearing a mask with a big KF over the forehead. She stares menacingly at Matt and then exits.

BM: Your time as world champion will draw to a close soon as will the terror of the Saints of Sinners. After Maple Leaf Massacre 4: The Re-Syruping, I and my brothers will have the titles.

MF: And your brothers are...

BM: Los Defenestrators! They will be the new tag team champions.

MF: Aren't they the champions already?

BM: ...I'm not sure. The belts have been stolen back and forth so many times and there aren't any little (c) after any of the champions' names. So...

MF: Wait...you and your brothers will be champions? Did you just admit to being Jack Bullet?

BM: No...I...I meant...uh...in spirit. In spirit I will be world champion, because the spirit of Bullet Machine runs through that of all worthy and goodhearted men like Jack Bullet. He's a handsome fellow to boot.

MF: Yeah, right, well, if we're not going to brawl, I'm just going to go back the other way and prepare for retaining my title at Maple Leaf Massacre 4: The Re-Syruping. It doesn't take Scott Steiner math to know that I can beat Cambridge and Davis again and Jack Bullet is just a whiff of a tequila shot away from spiraling back down into chaos.

BM: I don't think that's true.

MF: Maybe not. Hey, why don't you and I go talk about that over a few drinks. I'm sure Bullet Machine can hold his liquor just fine.

BM: I must go and fight for truth, justice and the American Way!

MF: Aren't you and Los Defenestrators Mexican?

Bullet Machine slumps noticeably and his voice loses its regal air.

BM: Matt, you're not making this any fun.

Bullet Machine shuffles off as we fade.

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene finds MAC FLASHER wrapping the least productive Twitch stream he’s ever put out while in his suddenly lonely suite*

MAC: “Christ. All I wanted to do was play Out of the Park Baseball XX and demonstrate how to rebuild the Baltimore Orioles for you heathens and you can’t let a little five-second match in Johnstown go. Can’t say I’m disappointed, though. You turn a new leaf and find out how many friends you never really had … Well, this channel is going premium. Want to be a White Knight for Bridget and waste my time? Well, fuck it, I’m getting paid before it happens.”

*MAC disconnects the stream with a middle finger to whoever is still viewing before checking his phone to see a text message from a number not in his contacts*

MF (reading to himself): “Find me. Destroyitarium. Come alone or come with booze. Don’t really care.”

*MAC rubs the corner of his phone on his forehead*

MF: “Wonder who this could be … Wonder what he wants.”

*MAC pulls on his Pittsburgh Pirates fitted cap and exits the suite as the scene fades*

[Fire-Babe]

OOC: Not entirely based on real life experiences....but some....

Stank and Fire exit Wally's Bait and Tackle with two fishing pulls, a tackle box, and a shopping bag full of stuff and get into the rental SUV.

FW: Do we really need all this stuf?

S: It just depends. Now, I hope the GPS can find the site he was talking about. I don't know if you understand how special that was. People don't usually give out their favorite hole like that.

Fire tries on a new fishing hat, with the tag still on it. She strikes a pose (or as good as she can in the car seat).

FW: How's it look?

S: Nice, Minnie Pearl.

FW: Who?

S: Google it.

Fire gets to Googling, as we then get some shots of the SUV going through winding rural Canadian roads, and then finally pulling up to a pond. They get out.

FW: This is....something. Why are we here?

S: Well, I am here to go fishing. You are here because you tagged along.

FW: I don't think that's how that happened. I think it was more like <pouty voice>"Honey, please come with me I get so lonely when you're not around."</pv>

S: I'm pretty sure that was NOT it.

FW: You invited me.

S: Fine, I did. Like two years ago.

FW: So I'm here. Ready to learn. Let's go.

S: Okay well first thing is you can't be impatient.

FW: Yes I can.

S: No, I know you CAN, but fishing is about relaxing and just letting things happen, letting go of control. Something I think Dr. Freedman MIGHT have mentioned...

FW: Fine.

Fire grabs a pole, and studies it.

FW: There's no hook.

S: No, we have to put it on there. That's part of the zen of things.

FW: Zen of things.

S: Zen of fishing things.

FW: MMkay....

Stank goes through the bags of stuff and gets out a hook, weights, and bobber, and shows Fire how to do set it up on his pole, and she does appear interested and follows along on hers. He gives her some beginning instruction on casting, and once she has it down....

S: Okay, time for the bait.

FW: Bait?

Stank gets out a bucket and opens it. Fire looks in with curiosity.

FW: So...

S: So grab one and put it on the hook.

Stank does it so Fire can watch. Her eyes grow wide.

FW: YOU JUST STABBED IT!

S: Well, yeah. It's not like the cartoons where they just willingly climb on the hook and hold on.

FW: But...but....the poor thing...

S: It's a worm.

FW: But--

S: Fire, did you or did you not put a human being through a plate glass window last week?

FW: Yeah, but--

S: Did you also not break a fellow human being's neck a few months ago?

FW: That's different. This is cruel.

S: How is it--

FW: Those people did things to deserve it. Los Defenistratoras stole my belt. And the list of what Ecosystem did to me is--

S: Well documented.

Stank baits Fire's hook.

FW: Mr. Wiggles here did not do a thing to me except sit there and look cute.

S: ........So then we cast the hook like I just showed you--

Stank does so, and then Fire does.

S: --and we wait.

FW: ......for how long?

S: 'Til we get a fish.

FW: oh......how long will that take?

S: SSSsshhhhhhhhhh.......

Fire frowns but stops. Eventually her bobber starts, um...bobbing.

S: You got one! Okay, reel it in, like I showed you.

Fire actually gets excited and reels it in and pulls up a fish!

FW: I GOT ONE! That is SO cool!!

As the fish comes in, the INC shows that it is about 2.5 inches long.

FW: Aww......it's so .... tiny.

S: That's okay! It's your first fish!

FW: So....what do we do with it now?

S: Well, if it was bigger maybe we'd take it home and eat it.

FW: What? But he's cute!

S: But this one I think we can set it free.

FW: Oh.....um......

S: Just pull the hook out.

FW: But...

S: You gotta hurry, he can't breath.

FW: WHAT????

S: Here...

Stank takes the fish and shows her how to do it. She's horrified.

FW: This is BARBARIC! You're torturing him!!

S: Says the woman who enacted her own version of Dante's Seven Layers of Hell.

FW: That's....different...

S: Uh huh...

Stank tries to toss him back, but he slips out of Stank's hands and falls on the bank. He flops a bit towards the pond, but stops short.

FW: Oh...help him...he's suffering!

Stank rolls his eyes and pushes him back into the water. He swims away.

FW: Hey....he's fine.

S: Yes....

FW: ........gimme a worm.

Stank does so.....Fire tries to put it on the hook, and it takes a few tries.

FW: Sorry....oh....he's moving....I'm sorry guy....look dude, you're only making this harder on yourself.

Finally she's got it and casts it out.........

Moments later we see them getting back into the car.

S: Well?

FW: Okay...barbaric....but fun I guess...I can't believe we only caught three.

S: Yeah, we mostly just fed bait to all the fish in the pond. Which is, I guess, okay.

FW: Yeah....so....why am I here?

S: You need to relax more. You have a huge match against Eco and--

FW: It's not Eco.

S: Fine....either way, I know you and Moose know your way around a steel cage, but ... you just need to focus. Not take these two lightly, they are not the goofy workers they pretend to be. It would be easy to lose on a DQ--

FW: In a cage match?

S: --OR they could get the better of you when you and your brother decide to go for the blood rather than the win.

FW: .....maybe.

S: So.... relax....be patient.....

FW: Aaaaaaahhhh......

FADE

[DrMcAwesome]

*BRIDGET O’MALLEY is spotted in an unnamed MMA dojo in the greater Windsor area, working over a SPARRING PARTNER, getting an immediate tap-out from a kneebar but she is not letting go before two of the TRAINERS run onto the mat to pull her off*

HEAD TRAINER: “When he taps, you let go! That’s the rule here. That guy in there, no matter how much you want him to be Mac Flasher … Is not Mac Flasher. As far as I’m concerned, this sparring session is over. Get your things and leave.”

*BRIDGET scowls at the HEAD TRAINER before obliging, grabbing her bag, slides and sweatshirt before exiting the building. BRIDGET makes her way to a well-lit alley before spotting an INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA*

BRIDGET: “That trainer inside was right. The guy wasn’t Mac Flasher. Nobody in that gym is Mac Flasher. Which is fitting.”

*BRIDGET takes a sip of water*

BO’M: “Because … The person I’m facing on Wednesday. At Maple Leaf Massacre 4. For the OOWF Onslaught Championship. He sure as hell isn’t Mac Flasher. Sure, he’s the Onslaught Champion like Mac Flasher. But that man across the ring from me is not the Mac Flasher I grew up with. He’s not the Mac Flasher that I fell in love with. He damn sure is not the Mac Flasher who …”

*BRIDGET looks at the ground, then looks at the NINJA CAMERA*

BO’M: “Actually … Mac Flasher just showed the world who he was in Johnstown. It was something that I tried to deny, because I saw the good in him. I saw sides of Mac Flasher that he rarely showed the world. I saw the Mac Flasher I wanted to see. I didn’t want to see that Mac Flasher is a coward … That he only cares about himself and living in the past as OOWF World Champion. That Mac Flasher isn’t the person that he presented to OOWF fans every week.”

*BRIDGET snickers that snicker that when a scorned woman snickers like that, you best run like hell*

BO’M: “Mac. There aren’t any hard feelings. I’ve learned who my allies are in the past eight days. You’ve burned a lot of bridges that belonged to the same people. Come Wednesday, I’ll take that Onslaught title from you. I’ll leave you with less than what you came into Windsor with … You want to present this identity that you came from nothing. That you had nothing. That you were always the victim in some way. I won’t deny that, but I’ll do all I can to make you a victim on Wednesday.”

*BRIDGET snickers again*

BO’M: “I just hope that there will be no hard feelings.”

*BRIDGET walks away as the scene fades*

[Sportsguy]

We fade in and see Matt Folz standing in front of an OOWF promo banner, the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship around his waist.

Matt: Jack, as you can see, I am the World Heavyweight Champion even without a (C) next to my name. Now I saw your promo and you make some good points. I do disagree with you on one point, I thought the matches I've had with Beverly have been fantastic. The rest though, I agree with. I admit that you never lost this Championship, not just to me, but to anyone. And I admit that it's both inexcusable and inexplicable that you had yet to receive a Championship match. And I admit that you do have the talent to beat me.

I know that I'm an asshole and I take pride in that. And I am not a drinker, So it'd be a real easy thing for me to do to mock you for your addictions. But I'm not going to do that. The truth is that I do genuinely admire the way you've worked your way back up from rock bottom all the way to where you are now. If you were facing anyone other than myself or a fellow member of the Saints, then I'd probably be rooting for you tomorrow night. And I know that the fans are all rooting for the storybook ending. Unfortunately for them and for yourself, this shit isn't a Disney Movie, this is real life. And in real life, the only way you're going to take this Championship from me tomorrow is to pry it from my dead hands. So please do realize tomorrow that if it happens to be you who I cover to win the match, that it's not personal it's just....

Before Matt can finish, he's interrupted by Sebastian Davis.

Sebastian: Are you finished yet? It's all pointless anyway, the entire world knows that I'm walking out of that match tomorrow as the next OOWF World Heavyweight Champion.

Matt: Is that a fact?

Sebastian: Damn right it is. You should just forfeit that belt to me right now and announce your retirement. Save yourself another beating old man.

Matt: Your suggestion is noted and ignored. But allow me to return the favor and give you some advice: You need to pay better attention to your surroundings.

Sebastian: What?

Sebastian is absolutely leveled by a gigantic chair shot from Stank. Moose pulls out his scalpel but Matt shakes his head at the fellow Saints.

Matt: Don't, don't give him any excuse when I whip his ass tomorrow. Leave me the chair and head back to the Destroyatarium, I'll be there in a moment.

Stank hands Matt the chair and he, Moose, Fire and Stacy walk off. Matt opens the chair and places it on Sebastian's neck before sitting down.

Matt: You know what I dislike about you the most? It's not that you called me old. Hell, I AM old. And it's not that you attacked me a few weeks ago. I've done more than my share of backstage or postmatch attacks myself, I'd be a hypocrite to complain. That's not to say that you're not going to pay painfully for that tomorrow, rest assured you will, but that's not my problem with you. No, the thing I dislike about you the most is this: You talk a tremendous amount of shit with very little to back it up. Talent wise you're not NEARLY on a level with almost anyone I've had history with in this company.

Chris Evans was much more skilled than you are.

Darling and Moreland can both go fuck themselves but they're both 5 times the wrestler you are.

Tytan is bigger and stronger than you.

Stan, Moose, Fire, Poe, Stank all easily better.

Mai would give you the wrestling lesson of a lifetime.

And I really don't have to say this, but you're not worthy of lacing up LD Williams' boots, much less being in the same profession with him.

You know what all those people have in common- other than being far better in the ring than you could ever DREAM of being? I have multiple wins- and admittedly multiple losses as well- over all of them. Now Beverly has the potential to be on that all time list, Jack Bullet has the potential to be on that all time list, you don't have a prayer. So there's ZERO chance you beat me tomorrow evening, nor is there any chance that you ever hold this OOWF World Heavyweight Championship.

Matt stands up and walks away. Sebastian gasps for breath as we......FADE

[Jack Quinn]

<Moose comes out from the back of the Destroyitarium after the altercation with Davis and takes a seat at the bar. The only other person there is 13, who grabs a bottle of nearly empty Trust Me whiskey and sets it on the bar, she grabs a glass and some ice and sets it in front of Jack, he is about to pour when Mac Flasher walks in. He walks up to the bar and sets a bottle of Crown Royal Reserve down and steps back and looks at Moose>

MHJ: Well, well, well. Not bad

Mac: Don't get too excited, we're in Canada, this stuff is like water around here.

<Moose pours some on the rocks for himself, then glances at 13, who grabs another glass, tosses a few cubes in it and sets it on the bar, Moose pours some in and slides it to Mac>

Mac: No thanks

MHJ: One drink won't kill you

<Moose raises his glass and waits for Mac, Mac reluctantly raises his>

MHJ: Slainte

<Moose tosses his back, Mac tries the same, but gets just a bit down and coughs>

MHJ: Sip it son, sip it. You're not an advanced drinker

<Mac takes a small sip and nods, then sets the drink on the bar>

MHJ: <lighting a cigar> you know, some would see this as payment

Mac: I didn't ask you to be out there

MHJ: <pouring himself another drink> No, you didn't. But I noticed you DID take the path of least resistance

Mac: <clinking glasses with Jack, then taking a small sip> work smarter, not harder, right?

<Moose gets a good laugh out of this>

MHJ: So. Where do we go from here?

Mac: We?

MHJ: Well, this could go lots of ways. I could attack you now, beat the hell out of you, and send you back to the God Complex a bloody, beaten mess

Mac: Not really in favor of that

MHJ: Or, you could lay it out on the table. What do you want.

Mac: <sighing> I don't know

MHJ: Yes you do.

Mac: I don't.

MHJ: You ever watch those Pirates of the Caribbean movies?

Mac: Yeah

MHJ: You remember that compass? It pointed to what the heart desired the most, right?

Mac: If I remember right, yeah

MHJ: <Moose grabs the nearly empty bottle of Trust Me and downs it and lays it on it's side> Spin it

Mac: You want me to play spin the bottle with Moosehead Jack?

<13 stifles a laugh>

MHJ: Let the liquor do the thinking

<Mac sighs and takes another sip and spins the bottle, it goes round and round, then stops. The camera follows the bottle to where it points, and it is pointing right at a framed picture of Matt Folz winning the world title>

MHJ: <smirking> the liquor never lies

Mac: I want my world title back

MHJ: WELL. That is quite the conundrum considering Matt Folz holds the world title, and last I checked, he was one of us

Mac: Us?

MHJ: The Saints

<Mac takes another sip while Moose fills a new glass>

Mac: I want the world title

MHJ: And let me guess, you are willing to go through all the Saints to get it, right?

Mac: No

MHJ: No?

Mac: No. I deserve that shot. I never got my rematch.

MHJ: Are you saying you DEMAND your match?

Mac: <finishing his drink and slamming the glass on the counter, where 13 fills it again> Yes

MHJ: Well. Good. It seems to me, however, that there are three people ahead of you in that regard right now. Sebastian Davis, Beverly Cambridge and Jack Bullet

<Moose smirks as Mac flinches a bit when he mentions Bullet>

Mac: They all have their claims too……

MHJ: Davis is all talk, Folz will cripple him when he comes back. Bev, well, if she is your friend, wouldn’t she step aside and let you have the shot you deserve? That leaves one man…….

Mac: <taking a drink> Bullet

MHJ: He is a coward. He never had the courage to offer you your rematch

Mac: <shaking his head> NO! I am not going to let you drag me down to this level, hating people……

MHJ: <laughing> Oh Mac! You think I am teaching you hate? Face it Mac, for as much as you hate what I am, we are not that different. My sister and I were dirt poor in school. We were bullied. For a long time, whenever we got something nice, it was taken from us by bullies. For the longest time, we sat back and let that happen, then one day, everything changed. We decided that they were no longer going to take what was ours, and if they tried, they would be in for the fight of their lives.

Mac: And when did this happen?

MHJ: When Patrick was taken from us

<Mac doesn’t say a word, he just takes a drink>

MHJ: At that point Fire and I decided that we would not be pushed around. The next kid that tried to bully us went home with a broken nose. After that, it was broken limbs. Face it Mac…….Bullet is everything you hate

Mac: No, I am not going to……

MHJ: <pouring more in Mac’s drink> Bullet is the jock at your school. Bullet is the guy that shoved you into a locker. Bullet is the guy that could have any girl in school, but stole the girl you liked. Bullet is the guy who got away with everything because he was the captain of the football team, he was the star quarterback. He is every pompous asshole jock that gets away with murder at every high school in every city in every state in America. Bullet is the guy who got away with bullying you because he had the whole football team to back him up, and no matter how much you wanted revenge, you were never going to get a fair fight. Bullet is every fucking thing you hate. Not me, not Fire, not the Saints. Jack Bullet got away with being a drunk and crippling wrestlers. Jack Bullet got away with attacking a fan. Jack Bullet got away with stealing your title, a title you worked your ASS off to get back from me. Bullet smiles, and the world moves for him. You fight for your life, and you get booked into another Hometown Heroes against your will.

Which of us is your real enemy?

<Mac stares at Moose for a long time, then downs the rest of his drink, looks at Moose and slowly nods, then heads for the exit as we fade to black>

[Jack Quinn]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem: Maple Leaf Massacre 4 (#923)
Live! From Windsor, Ontario
June 26, 2019

BRIDGET O'MALLEY vs. MAC FLASHER - OOWF Onslaught Championship Match

“Crown on the Ground” blares through the arena with Bridget O’Malley looking quite angry as she power walks to the ring, tightening her kick pads and re-velcroing her gloves as she heads inside. With most of the fans in attendance chanting their support, Bridget bounces off the ropes a few times before “I Get Wet” interrupts. But there’s no Mac Flasher. The song plays about 2 minutes through before halting abruptly. Then “Legend Has It” by Run The Jewels bellows over the arena with Mac striding out. While the reaction isn’t fully negative, it’s still a shock to the Onslaught Champion after almost three years in the company.

Mac’s look of surprise becomes an arrogant smirk as he stands on the apron and looks out to the fans on that side. He climbs into the ring and almost into a kick from Bridget as Masato Misawa has to pull her back at the last second. Mac gestures as he’s feeding nearby ducks while Bridget’s face turns a deep shade of red. Mac grins as Misawa goes over the instructions. Mac hands over the title for Misawa to hold up, which he does. Mac, ever the gentleman, offers a handshake that Bridget offers a Size 10 in reply. With Mac shaking the sting out of his hand, Misawa calls for the bell with Bridget immediately trying to lock Mac in an armbar. Mac’s ring awareness saves him, but since Onslaught Rules …

Mac Flasher has used his first rope break.

Mac backs away from the enraged Bridget, who gives chase with a dropkick that tangles Mac in the ropes. Bridget continues the attack with a few forearm shivers until Misawa pulls Bridget away and chides her. While Mac encourages a warning, nothing of the sort is issued, angering Mac who gets in Misawa’s face and eats a dropkick from Bridget, and this time, falls through the ropes and to the outside. Bridget sizes up Mac’s location and delivers a Burning Bridget (suicide dive) to Mac, pushing him over the barricade and into the fans. Mac scrambles out of the hostile territory and into a right forearm. He falls back with Bridget in pursuit, and is able to pull her face-first into a barricade to gain his first advantage.

Razz: “Now we’ll see what Mac has cooking. A lot of that stuff in the past was to please the fans, now he’s here to hurt people.”
Russ: “… But that person on the ground right now was his fiancee. Hell, the wedding might still be on. That proposal in Johnstown might have been for show for all we know. Remember, she did take that ring off before.”
Razz: “Please. Just … Stop with the ‘As the World Turns’ nonsense.”

Mac gets to his feet and pulls Bridget up by her hair, rolling her inside before pulling himself up. Bridget stands up and gets a shoulder to the torso for her efforts. Mac then sends a knee to Bridget’s jaw as she was doubled over, snapping her onto the mat. Mac stands over Bridget before grabbing a leg and driving an elbow to the inside of her knee. Mac continues to work on the leg with some rope-aided submissions as he’s fully leaning into this new side.

Russ: “You wonder what made Mac Flasher turn to this side of himself. You wonder why he turned his back on so many supporters. You wonder why he …”
Razz: “He made his reasons very clear already. You cannot say that he wasn’t trying to warn everyone of what would happen in Johnstown.”
Russ: “But The God Complex welcomed him …”
Razz: “He never wanted that, Russ. He went along for Bridget. He did a lot of stuff to go along with what others wanted … In Johnstown, he finally started acting for himself.”

Misawa does eventually catch Mac with his hand gripping the ropes on a half-crab attempt, forcing a break and earning …

Mac Flasher has been given his first warning.

Mac scowls at Misawa and grabs Bridget by the ankle again, only to eat the heel from Bridget’s other foot. Mac stumbles back with Bridget kipping up and running into a lariat from Mac. Mac tries a cover and gets 1. Mac continues the attack with a grinding side headlock that actually works its way into two pinfall tries, each one barely getting 2. Mac lets go of Bridget after she was able to shift her weight onto Mac and get 1. From there Mac tries to grab Bridget’s hair, only to get caught in a small package that gets 2. Bridget then flows into an armbar that she cannot quite lock in as Mac pulls away and rolls under the bottom rope.

Mac Flasher has used his second rope break.

Mac pops up and immediately argues the call with Misawa, claiming that he was out of the attempt before crossing under the ropes. Misawa isn’t having this argument, pointing out that his word is law. Somewhere in the PHWF locker room, John Law nods in approval. Bridget is able to use Mac’s lack of focus against him as she pulls him down with a lungblower and a pinning combination that gets 2. Mac tries to beg off Bridget, who feels a lot feelings surging through her before deciding on kicking Mac’s head off. Three kicks don’t do the trick, but a fourth puts Mac on his back. While loopy, Mac is aware enough to roll out of the ring with Bridget not far behind. Mac, now upright, heads to the timekeeper’s table and usurps Mike Elevenbee’s microphone. He taps it then halts the oncoming Bridget before speaking.

Mac: “Bridget … I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I did what I did. I’m sorry that I …”

Bridget is not buying it for a second, charging in and decking Mac before trying to feed him the microphone. Misawa hops out to pull Bridget away, and …

Bridget O’Malley has been given her first warning.

Bridget argues with Misawa, never seeing the microphone-holding right hand of Mac, which connects on Bridget’s jaw, dropping her in a heap. Misawa takes a second before turning around and seeing Mac just as confused as he is.

Mac takes the lifeless Bridget and rolls her into the ring. Once in the center of the ring, Mac drops to a knee, on Bridget’s stomach, as Misawa makes the count.

Your winner (pinfall, 15:28), AND STILL ONSLAUGHT CHAMPION, Mac Flasher.

Mac celebrates as if the entire arena had been supporting him, but alas he’s pelted with garbage as he quickly jogs to the back as Bridget comes to and asks Misawa what had happened.

LOS DEFENESTRATORS vs. CLAN QUINN – OOWF World Tag Team Title Steel Cage Match

“Do You Like Waffles?” plays out Los Defenestrators and the OOWF World Tag-Team Titles that belong to Clan Quinn, who try to sneak attack Los Defenestrators on the ramp. They succeed in beating the two masked men from from pillar to post, seemingly busting open El Voltaje with a brutal double chairshot. As Moosehead Jack heads back to pick up the dropped OOWF Tag-Team Titles, he tosses the straps down in disgust and shouts “These are replicas!” before braining El Ecosistema with a particularly brutal kendo stick swing. With both men bloodied and unconscious, Firewoman does the honors of unmasking the men to reveal …

Russ: “That’s Johnny Icepick! And that’s Joey Kielbasa under El Ecosistema’s mask! Have we been fooled this whole time?”
Razz: “Partner, those are not the masked men that Clan Quinn are looking for. Look in the ring.”

Razz’s command with the camera spinning to inside the ring sees Ecosistema and Voltaje standing with the actual tag-team titles … We think. Ecosistema has a microphone.

Ecosistema: “Hola, Clan Quinn. No puedes ser nine-time champions al meterte en las traps. Hemos set las traps.”

As Ecosistema looks above the ramp, a large net falls about 5 feet behind where the Quinns are standing.

Ecosistema: “¡Fools! ¡Se suponía que supposed to be standing allí atrás! Ahora tenemos que hacer esto ourselves.”

As Los Defenestrators drop outside, the Quinns are quick to meet them and trigger a wild brawl around ringside with Moose clocking Voltaje with a replica championship. All while Davis Hightower waits patiently for the combatants to bring it inside. He waits about 30 seconds before breaking up the clash and instructing both teams inside to start the match proper. Hightower signals for the bell and Moose wastes little time before lunging across the ring and tearing into Voltaje, tossing him over the top rope and onto the apron before delivering a flying forearm that crashes the supposed luchador outside. Firewoman taunts Ecosistema just long enough to get Hightower distracted before dropping down and aiding her brother in a 2-on-1 beatdown complete with ring cables being wrapped around Voltaje’s throat and a long hip toss with the cable snapping Voltage down to the exposed concrete. Thanks, Firewoman! Voltaje writhes in pain as Moose unceremoniously introduces his back to the apron and dumps him back inside.

Russ: “You have to think that Clan Quinn has deemed El Voltaje the weaker of the two.”
Razz: “When you’ve been tormented as long as you have by those two, and you’re also Clan Quinn, both men are dead men once you actually get your hands on them.”

Razz’s words almost prove prophetic as Moose destroys Voltaje in the corner with a roaring elbow and knee to the jaw. Moose riles up the pockets of Saints of Sinners supporters scattered throughout the arena. Moose follows up with an exploder suplex and a knee across the throat before reaching back and tagging in Firewoman, all while his shin is still across Voltaje’s throat. Voltaje kicks in protest until Firewoman grabs his legs and delivers a headbutt to the lower abdomen. That allows Firewoman to work the knee as if she owns it and Voltaje has been borrowing it during his lifetime. A stepover toehold draws screams from Voltaje, but no submission. Firewoman then cranks a half-crab with Voltaje struggling to reach the ropes. Finally he manages to grab the ropes, prompting a break from that hold, but not a break from the beating as Firewoman drives Voltaje’s knee to the mat about five times before Ecosistema runs in to stop the beating, but only allowing it to get worse when Hightower escorts Ecosistema back to his corner and Moose to “tag back in” complete with the interrogation Hightower and “honesty” from the Quinns.

Moose, now the owner of Voltaje’s knee, chooses more high-impact than submission, hitting a modified atomic drop with Voltaje’s knee hitting Moose’s. As Voltaje can barely stand, Moose dropkicks the wounded leg and hammers away strictly by punching the side of his knee. While not a submission, Voltaje grabs the ropes to gain a respite. Hightower requests a break. Moose grants it and then picks up Voltaje and drapes his leg over the top rope in a Hammock of Woe, I guess, with both Moose and Firewoman working the knee as Hightower tries multiple methods to get the Quinns off Voltaje before Ecosistema runs in with handfuls of churro dust for both Quinns and Hightower, though Ecosistema seems distraught that Hightower was accidentally blinded.

Razz: “Now’s your chance, Eco! Get revenge for that broken neck!”
Russ: “Wait … Didn’t you say in Johnstown that it couldn’t be Eco because that neck would stay broken?”
Razz: “Well … Ummmm … Hey, Russ! Would you look at that?”

Ecosistema comes in a house of Taco Bell Diablo Sauce, smashing both Quinns with whatever part of the ring is most convenient while Voltaje slumps to the outside. Ecosistema then slingshots himself into both Quinns, sending Moose to the outside and leaving Firewoman very groggy inside. Ecosistema looks to see that Hightower is still trying to get the cinnamon-sugar powder out of his eyes before starting to untie his mask and revealing …

Russ: “Why is he choosing now to unmask? It has to be Ecosystem! No way that Junichiro Muyo’s ego could let this go under cover for this long without revealing that this was his work!”

… An El Voltaje mask. Ecosistema delivers The Total Coincidence on Firewoman with Hightower crawling over to count 3, with Firewoman kicking out at 3.01.

Your winners (pinfall, 15:39), AND ACTUALLY OOWF WORLD TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS, Los Defenestrators!

Ecosistema runs out to grab the championships and celebrate with Voltaje, who recognizes the mask as his own pattern and is quite confused. Despite Ecosistema’s loud cry of “SOY ECOSISTEMA” Voltaje limps away quickly shouting “¡Aléjate, doppelganger!” with the Quinns inside trying to sort out what just happened, but not before Firewoman picks up Ecosistema’s mask for safe keeping.

KYLIE MIGNOLIO vs. KIERAN BOURNE vs. STACY KIRKLAND – OOWF Intercontinental Title Match

After a long back and forth match, Stacy rolls up Bourne and gets a quick three.
WINNER in 25:21 – Stacy Kirkland

SEBASTIAN DAVIS vs. JACK BULLET vs. BEVERLY CAMBRIDGE vs. MATT FOLZ – OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match

Most of the match consists of Bev and Bullet fighting in the ring while Folz and Davis brawl around the ring. The end comes when Mac Flasher walks to ringside and watches the events. Jack Bullet seems to take exception to this and jaws with Flasher for a moment, which allows Folz to hit the Olympic slam and get the pin to retain his title.
WINNER in 45:22 – Matt Folz

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