Post by Road Warrior Shark on Jul 3, 2019 20:13:07 GMT -5
~~~ Backstage at the OOWF Arena in International Falls (still a cheap pop). A bloody and bruised Sebastian Davis is carrying his bag and the Clangy Pole toward the exit door. He spots an INC camped out at the door. ~~~
Davis: All talk, right? No threat, eh? How do you like me now motherfucker? Keep talking your shit and I'll keep beating your ass.
Ms Cambridge, Believe me when I tell you I'm coming for that title. You've been warned.
~~~ Davis knocks the INC to the ground and we get another sideways view of his boots as they head into the night. ~~~
*the scene finds MAC FLASHER carrying a carafe of coffee from an unnamed coffee shop as he approaches a warehouse in Asheville, North Carolina. Unexpected, but not surprising to MAC, he finds FIREWOMAN already keeping vigil at the storage unit*
FIREWOMAN: “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
MAC: “Just thought I’d do my duty.”
*FIREWOMAN grabs an empty coffee cup and extends her arm toward MAC, who turns the carafe spout toward FIREWOMAN and fills the cup*
MF: “Yeah. I figured someone had to make sure that what’s inside didn’t make it to Washington for the propaganda parade.”
FW: “Well, that’s why I’m here, too. Hurts like hell after last night with all these cuts and bruises, but I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”
MF (while rubbing a sore neck): “Yeah. Same here.”
FW: “I never knew you were, I guess, political.”
MF: “I try not to be outward about it, but I have my causes and beliefs. Right now the guy at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue matches none of my ideals. So, if I could do a small thing and make sure that the tank inside stays inside, or at least in possession of OOWF personnel, I’ll consider it a success.”
FW: “That’s good … So, do you enjoy it?”
MF: “Enjoy what?”
FW: “This new you.”
MF: “It’s not so much a new version of me, just … I guess a version of me that needed to come out and show itself.”
FW: “I see. Well, I’m still surprised that you took that step, especially when you were on a knee like a minute before …”
MF: “Yeah. Funny things happen when you’re tired of being right all the time.”
*MAC pours himself a coffee while FIREWOMAN sips hers as MOOSEHEAD JACK emerges from the behind the building with Happy Deth Bat IV in hand*
MOOSE: “Is Mac here for the same reason?”
MF: “The tank isn’t heading north if I have anything to say about it. It’s what I want.”
MHJ (smiling): “Great.”
*MOOSE grabs a cup and pours himself a heaping helping from the carafe while FIREWOMAN yawns while reaching for her handbag*
FW: “Mac, since we’re on the same side in work and in life, could you be a dear and fetch some donuts? There’s a wonderful shop about a block from here, you look like you could use the sugar, too. A dozen should work between the three of us.”
MF: “Yeah, sure.”
*MAC departs in search of the sugary pastry goodness*
MHJ: “Good to see him here. I think there’s hope for him.”
FW: “Yeah. His choice in coffee is a bit to be desired, but it’ll do the trick.”
*MOOSE and FIREWOMAN sip their cups and watch a parade just at the end of their sightlines, when both look at each other at the same instance*
FW: “This DOES NOT count as coffee, Moose.”
MHJ: “… Damn it.”
*FIREWOMAN smiles wryly while MOOSE swishes around the last drops of coffee in his cup as the scene fades*
John Ross Ewing is talking to production assistants readying for the usual Fourth of July OOWF Special when he feels a hand on his shoulder jerk him violently around.
His eyes go wide and he catches his breath as he sees new OOWF Champion Beverly Cambridge wearing an Uncle Same costume that consists of a top hat, star spangled vest that pushes her breasts up for maximum cleavage and hot pants that show off just a bit of butt cheek.
BC: What in the hell is this?
JRE: You’re the face of the company now since winning the world title. We need you front and center for this special.
BC: That I don’t have a problem with. I understand playing the publicity game. But, why do I have to wear this monstrosity? Would you put Firewoman in this? Or Stacy Kirkland?
JRE: Funny you should mention it, they’re going to be wearing something similar for an OOWF After Dark holiday special later tonight that’s going to involve sparklers in certain places…
Cambridge holds a hand up to his mouth.
BC: I don’t want to hear about it. I don’t have to be Betsy Ross with a dress to the floor, but how about some class here. And, anyway, where’s Jack Bullet, I thought he usually hosted these damn things.
JRE: We haven’t seen him.
BC: And just who the hell is over there at craft services?
Cambridge gestures and they both turn to find Bullet Machine and the new tag team champions, Los Defenestrators, loading up on deviled eggs and potato salad. Cambridge walks over. The tag champs chant “huevos diablo” as they stock up. They stop, look at Beverly, shoot thumbs up and say “muy caliente.” She peers at them and they go off.
BM: Ms. Cambridge you are looking fetching and patriotic on this most sacred of days for the great United States.
BC: Can the bullshit, Jack. Everybody knows it’s you. Except maybe Firewoman, I don’t know why masks give her trouble.
BM: Why, dear, lady, I’m Bullet Machine. Defender of…I’m still figuring that out.
BC: Okay, how about you take a message to Jack Bullet. We’ve maybe not always gotten along, but we’ve always respected each other and we’ve got on the same page when needed. If there’s anything I know about Jack, it’s that we both hate a bullshit finish. Sebastian Davis and Mac Flasher are hanging around both of us like they’re owed something, when they haven’t earned anything. It’s him vs. me for the world title on Mayhem, so let’s go out there and put on the best match we can for the fans and if somebody else wants to stick their nose into our business, I say we unite and take them out.
BM: I can do that dear lady, and I’m sure Jack Bullet would agree with that. He extends his hand and they shake.
BC: Now, I need to go change out of this outfit before we hit the air. And, do not stare at my ass as I walk away. Cambridge whips around and Bullet Machine respectfully turns his head as we fade.
Stacy Kirkland bursts into Victor DeNiro's office. She doesn't wait for the general manager to speak.
SK: Bullshit Number One: I'm not dressing up as Sally Hemings with Junior Hale as Thomas Jefferson for the OOWF Fourth of July special!
VD: What? Nobody asked you to do that.
Kirkland thinks for a second then looks really disgusted.
SK: Damn, Junior, and his sick role playing. He's the one that said production wanted us to do that. Anyway...Bullshit Number Two: What is this with Junior being placed on probation.
VD: As you can imagine, we've received several complaints about Hale's officiating lately as it comes to your matches, from other wrestlers and the other referees. We can't really outlaw relationships between on air talent, hell that's been our bread and butter, but we can make sure he conducts himself properly in the ring.
SK: And I can guess who is at the top of that list complaining, Rev. BRICK~!
VD: Well, I can say his name is on the list and you do have a title defense this Wednesday against Zed.
SK: I'm going to take my Intercontinental Title shove up Zed's ass and turn it sideways...which oddly enough is also on the list of Hale's requests I haven't let him indulge yet.
Kirkland turns around and slams the door as we fade.
Post by Road Warrior Shark on Jul 5, 2019 22:56:13 GMT -5
~~~ We see Sebastian Davis standing with his Clangy Pole in front of the OOWF Interview Banner. He is pacing back and forth frantically before he begins to speak. ~~~
Sebastian: So, is Mattie-boy taking me seriously now? Am I a threat yet? You brought this on yourself you overrated piece of shit. I warned you for weeks that there would be a price to pay. But you were too cocky, to arrogant, too full of yourself to listen. So this, this is your fault.
And the bitch of it all is, there was a moment, a fleeting moment before I brought this pole down on your flesh for the first time, a fleeting moment where it wasn't you I was going after. It was very nearly her. Because I kept the idea of taking that title directly from you myself very, very close to my heart. I nearly did it. I nearly ran past you and annihilated Beverly instead.
But deep down, I knew you didn't have the stones to face me one on one. You'd find way out of it, like you always do. So I chose you. And I enjoyed every second of it.
So now, this week, you and I are part of a great big elimination match. Me and the Masked Marvels. I can see it now, Matt Folz tagging out quickly every time I get between the ropes. Matt getting himself accidentally counted out so he doesn't have to face me like a man. He'll let Moose and Firewoman do his dirty work, like he always does. That way he can stand on his high horse, keep his hands clean, and let the actual Saints of Sinners do his bleeding for them.
And make no mistake, there will be blood. Whether it is Wednesday or not, I know it is coming. Behind some corner, on the other side of some unlocked door, I know the Saints will come for me. And the numbers game will take its toll. And I will bleed. I will bleed a lot. But the thing is Matt, for every drop I spill, I will make Damn Sure you lose Ten. For every broken bone I suffer, I will break Three of yours.
I'm tempted to march right into the Destroyitarium and kick start the process, but you aren't there, are you Mattie? You and your little woman are off having dinner at some nice restaurant. Certainly not the kind of setting you'd expect a brawl at. So maybe I'll troll your Twitter fans and figure out where you are. Maybe I'll pay some bum to call the restaurant and ask to speak to you, and while you're away from the table, I will sit down beside your wife and drink from your wine glass. Would you like that? Or maybe I just march right in and blast you in the head while she watches? Which one would you prefer? Because I know which one sounds good to me right now.
~~~ Davis swings the Clangy Pole, knocking the INC to the ground again. Fade ~~~
Post by Moosehead Jack on Jul 6, 2019 1:17:22 GMT -5
<we cut to Dr. Sidney Freedman pulling up into his driveway and getting out of his car. It is fairly late at night, so he quietly opens the door and heads inside so he doesn't disturb his wife. He pauses by the counter in the kitchen and sorts through some mail, then takes his briefcase and heads into his office. Freedman walks through the dark and is about to sit down when he hears a match strike. Freedman slowly sits down and reaches out and turns the light on his desk on. The camera pans around and we see Moose stretched out on the couch smoking a cigar>
MHJ: Hiya Sid
SF: Why are you here, does my wife know you are here?
MHJ: Nope. I let myself in and came right in here, didn't want to disturb her
SF: <doing his best to conceal his anger> This is crossing the line
MHJ: <sitting up and looking at Sid> Don't worry, I wouldn't hurt her. I am here for a reason
SF: I am not talking about your sister, what goes on between......
MHJ: No, I am not here for her. I am here for me
<Dr. Sid stops and stares at Moose for a long time>
SF: You were never one for help from me
MHJ: No. I wasn't. But.........you've done some good with Fire, so........
SF: You could have called and made an appointment
MHJ: But then you'd have had time to think about it.
MHJ: about what I am going to say
<Dr. Sid folds his hands across his chest and leans back in his chair>
MHJ: I'm lost.
SF: We all feel like that sometimes
MHJ: No. This is different. I have had lulls in my career before, but I always knew what I wanted......or thought I did. I wanted to team with Fire, and we finally did, and Clan Quinn is awesome, and it's like we are kids again, beating the shit out of everyone, but........but there is something missing, and.........this dream the other night, I.........
SF: Tell me about the dream
SF: Your dead brother Patrick?
MHJ: Yeah. Patrick led me on this.......journey I guess. We ended up at a cemetery and.......all of them were dead
MHJ: Everyone. Everyone in the OOWF. Ever. They were all dead, even me, I saw my grave. Then Alex
SF: Alexander Darling?
MHJ: Yeah. He said it was all my fault. He was dead too, I saw his grave. I killed them all. Because of what I was, they were all dead. And then Fire killed me.
SF: I'm sorry?
MHJ: We were on a bridge......the same bridge Chloe and Edra fell from, and I was standing there and I was going to jump, but I didn't. When I turned around, Fire hit me and I fell. I died. Then Patrick asked me if I knew what I wanted, and I said yes.........but I lied
SF: <shifting uncomfortably in his chair> Sometimes dreams are no more than a collection of images, a way for the brain to sort of sort the daily events in life.
MHJ: No, this was real. I could feel the cool air of the water at the bridge. I could smell the dirt from my parents and Patrick's grave......
SF: They were dead too?
SF: ARE they dead?
MHJ: I don't know. I had heard Sean got hit by a train and Rose overdosed, but I've never see their graves. Just Patrick's
SF: Have you been seeing Patrick again?
MHJ: Just in this dream. He hasn't shown up in awhile
SF: What happened with Patrick?
MHJ: Fire and I had watched wrestling that Saturday morning and we thought it would be fun to practice what we had seen. Fire I had Patrick on my shoulders and Fire jumped off the porch, or something, and clotheslined him. When he fell, he landed wrong and broke his neck. He died instantly.
SF: Whose idea was it to wrestle?
MHJ: Seems like it was both of our ideas
SF: Did Fire want to do the move?
MHJ: Yeah........wait.......I think?
<Moose pauses for a long time trying to remember>
MHJ: She didn't. She thought it was dangerous. I made her do it
<another very long pause. Then Moose looks at Dr. Sid in horror>
MHJ: I killed Patrick
SF: No, it was an acci......
MHJ: NO! I forced her to do it. I talked her into it. She didn't want to...........and she did..........because of me..........and he died
The dream was right.......I've killed them all
SF: Jack......that's not.....
<Moose gets up in a daze and staggers around the room wide eyed>
MHJ: I've killed them all. They don't know it yet, but I've killed them all.........
<Moose stops and cocks his head as if he's hearing something, and slowly nods, then turns and walks out of the office and right out the door. The INC follows Moose around the block to where his car is parked, get in, guns the motor and takes off. Dr. Sid, who had been standing at the door watching Moose go, walks back to his office and picks up his cell>
SF: "Hello, Erlana? Hi, yeah, sorry about it being so late, is Vic in? No? Well, leave him a message, call me immediately. Yes, as soon as he gets back, it's Moose. Something isn't right."
Dr. Sydney Freedman and Dr. Dre Gaines have brunch and discuss their work as therapists for the OOWF. It's hard to think that a wrestling company with a fairly small roster would provide so much work, but there you go. They are in mid-conversation as Freedman relays about his recent encounter with Moosehead Jack.
DG: C'mon, Syd, you know dream analysis is a step up from witch doctoring. Moose has violent dreams because he's violent. Moose has dreams racked with guilt because he feels guilty about what happened to his brother and others, whether he wants to admit it or not.
SF: Aren't you dealing with Jack Bullet having odd dreams.
DG: Oh yeah, I told him to just loosen up and have fun. Don't take everything so seriously. Now he's running around with a mask on as Bullet Machine.
SF: So, you talked him into developing a split personality?
DG: ......uh......no, not really, I mean, he knows he's not this masked man...right....I need to make a phone call.
Gaines gets up from the table. A few moments after, Bullet Machine crawls out from underneath and takes Gaines' seat.
BM: Hola, Senor Freedman
SF: Is this character supposed to be quasi-Mexican like the Defenestrators, I thought you were supposed to be super American.
Jack Bullet takes off the mask.
JB: I'm really bad at this.
SF: Well, then this isn't working for you. When it comes to therapy, it's not one size fits all. Dre has done some great work with you relating to your alcoholism and the emotional baggage coming out of your fake marriage with Stacy Kirkland. But, not everything he's going to suggest is going to work for you.
JB: What do you suggest?
SF: I'm not going to steal somebody else's patient. Also, you're not exactly a challenge for me after having Moose and Firewoman. But, my quick suggestion to you would be simple. You need to get back to relationship building. You don't have any friends in the OOWF, make yourself one.
Bullet stands up from the table and as he does, he ignores a call from Dre Gaines to text Beverly Cambridge. It reads "how about coffee...but, not in a creepy Moose and Fire kind of way?"
Fire is dressed to "go out"....which really means go fightin... she checks her brass knuckles, her garrote, her shiny knife, and whatever other weapons she needs. Stacy comes up.
SK: Okay, change of plans. I can't go.
SK: Because I bought Junior a new ball gag and I'm VERY eager to test it out.
FW: Oh, okay. Have fun. See ya.
Stacy skips back to her room. Jaime and Matt Folz come walking in from wherever.
FW: Oh, hey, Matt, if you see my brother tell to stop infringing on my troubled-emo-psycho gimmick. And maybe to stop by the training room in case he cares about re-winning our belts.
MF: Sure thing...I see you're gone for the evening. Stank going with you?
FW: He had to go back to Atlanta to see about his knees.
MF: Yeah, okay, have fun.
JF: Wait....Matt....we can't let her go by herself!
MF: I'm fairly confident that she doesn't need us babysitting her.
JF: Matt....I really feel like I should go with her.
FW: Hey, Jaimz I don't need a babysitter.
JF: Wow, Matt just said that.
FW: Well, even a broken clock is right once a day.
FW: Look, Jaimz, stay home. It's fucking North Dakota, I'll probably be back home by 11.
JF: See Matt! We won't even be late and it'll be perfectly safe.
MF: I dunno, Jaimz...I kinda wanted to stay in...
JF: Matt...I don't want to watch the Home Run Derby.
MF: Jaimz...I know you have fun and--
FW: I kinda need some alone time.
MF: There...see that? Fire needs some alone time. She's just to polite to say so.
JF: Don't be ridiculous...Fire, you have always said that it's dangerous if someone isn't watching your back.
FW: Well, yeah but--
JF: You've seen what I can do...Matt, why is it okay for HER to not have back up?
MF: Because she's...her!
JF: Let's face it. You guys are both laughing at me.
MF: What? NO!
FW: Maybe a little.
JF: Sure...."Little Jamie wants to go play and get her adrenaline jolt, but she's just a tourist, really, a bored housewife looking for a little excitement."
FW: Wait, no, I never said--
JF: "This is just a phase she's going through. We'll let her get it out of her system, ain't she cute, playing dress up to be a wrestler."
JF: I put up with a lot, you know. I let you drag me all around the world, I don't get my own house or apartment, we live in hotels and arenas, just for the joy of watching you get beat up every week. So EXCUSE ME if the 24/7/365 exposure to violence for the past however many years has had an effect on me. I wanted to understand what makes you and Fire and the rest of them do this, and now I find that I ENJOY it. Now I CAN be part of your world--
MF: You are part of my world, baby--
JF: No, I'm not. I'm the arm candy. I take care of your wounds and bruises. I'm the cheerleader in your corner. I'm like the Ladies Auxiliary of those old men-only clubs that were only allowed to bake and cook, and never were REAL members.
Matt and Fire just kind of look at her, dumbfounded.
JF: SO...I am GOING with Fire tonight.
JF: If you REALLY think I am a part of your life, that means the whole thing, Matt.
FW: Look, I don't--
MF: Fine....go ahead.
FW: Um, look, I don't think this is a good idea, or even a good reason. Tonight will be totally boring Jaime.
JF: Good. Give me a chance to work on some moves.
Jaime pulls her mask out of her purse.
JF: Let's go.
Jamie walks out. Matt and Fire look at each other.
FW: She's just blowing of steam, Matt.
MF: Yeah....but she's right....just--
FW: I'll keep an eye out. And it will be an early night, promise.
Post by Road Warrior Shark on Jul 8, 2019 20:28:24 GMT -5
~~~ We cut from commercial into a view from inside The Destroyitarium. We see Matt Folz sitting alone, watching some highlights from Super Bowl 31. He chugs his drink and slams it to the table ~~~
Folz: Fuckin' A! Desmond Howard! Damn that boy was fast! Hey Ashley, Spencer, can I get another?
~~~ Folz makes his request without taking his eyes off the big screen. He does n ot seem to notice the masked man carrying a drink on a tray towards him. ~~~
Folz: Thanks Spenc......
~~~ Folz freezes as he finds himself staring up from his chair at El Voltage. Voltage tosses the drink in his eyes as Folz tosses his chair aside and gets to his feet.
Folz: You stupid sonofabitch.
~~~ Folz charges at Voltage, who sidesteps him and Cracks! him in the head with the Clangy Pole!?! What the Hell? Voltage stands and pulls the mask off his head. SEBASTIAN DAVIS! Davis brings the Clangy Pole down on the back of Matt's head three more times, then hurls Matt into the wall head first. Folz groans and does not seem to be moving. ~~~
Sebastian: What a shame, really. Moose off with Dr. Freedman getting his head shrunk. You know That is going to take a while. Jamie and Fire having a girls night out. Kirkland and Hale off doing whatever disgusting things they do. Poor Matt was here all alone. No numbers game to take advantage of. No one to fight his battles for him this time.
~~~ Folz starts to pull himself off the floor, so Davis delivers three swift kicks to the ribs. ~~~
Sebastian: Dumbass. You won't learn, will you. When I put you down, you STAY THE FUCK DOWN.
~~~ One more kick to the ribs to accentuate the point ~~~
Sebastian: I've been warning you. The Hurricane has made landfall. This is only the beginning.
~~~ Davis smashes Folz with the Clangy Pole one more time before he walks calmly out the door. ~~~
Cut to a few hours later. In a darkened barn on the prairie in North Dakota a really crappy ring has been set up with chicken wire around it, approximating a cage. Outside there are beat up pick up trucks and old 70s cars that are not in great shape. Inside, there are about 50 farm-boys taking turns during amateur hour. Finally, after the latest loser has been drug out, the emcee announces.
MC: Okay, gentlemen. We have first up our local tag team champions...the MINOT MAN-SLAYERS!
Two large farmboys in bib overalls make their way to the ring to the cheers of the rest of them. They make the usual noise about an open challenge, and after some challenges are yelled back and forth, two other farmboys start to approach. They enter the ring and the four men go at it, not noticing the two women in masks, one blonde, one redhead, who are watching and studying every move. The champs make quick work of the first challengers, and then as they're being dragged out, two others come on. The same thing happens. At one point, the blonde woman goes to the betting window and after some discussion, comes back. Another couple of matches and the same result. Finally...
MC: Alright, fellas...I know there's got to be SOMEONE out there that think they can beat these boys? C'mon now, or are y'all a bunch of chickens!
There's stirring in the crowd, and suddenly the two women are at the entrance. The crowd is booing this.
MC: Now, now, you little ladies wanna be getting on home now....
Blonde: We're here to answer this open challenge, unless these boys are afraid.
MC: Afraid? Of YOU?
MMS#1: We ain't beatin' up on no girls.
Redhead: That's right, you're not..You're going to lose.
MMS#2: Hehehe....I say we let these "ladies"-- . Blonde: He seriously just used "dickfingers" at us.
MMS#2: --understand that they've overstepped and need to be put back in their place!
MC: If you say so....
Blonde: It's really going to hurt when you lose.
MMS#1: We ain't gonna lose, you bitch...in case you ain't been watchin', we's the MINOT MANSLAYERS!
Redhead: *yawning* Well, as you can see....WE ARE NO MEN. Ring the goddamn bell.
The bell rings, and the blonde is in it first, and really getting it taken to her. The sheer weight of the Minot Manslayers has the women at a decided disadvantage...at first....Then, eventually, their speed, flexibility and training begins to take over. The two hit double team move after double team move and since this is all unsanctioned and stuff, there's a fair amount of cheating and international objects. Eventually, the Blonde uses an ANGLE SLAM! to knock out MMS#1 and makes the pin. The Emcee makes a 10 count rather than a 3 count, but even that isn't good enough, and the Emcee is forced to give the win to the two women!
Some of the men are cheering and asking them for dates as their arms are raised, and others are throwing trash. The Redhead and the blonde exit the ring.
B: Oh my god that was GREAT.
RH: Look, only 10:30....Just as I promised. I'll go get the money.
The redhead goes to the pay window, where an argument ensues over whether or not she should really get her winnings. Words are said, accusations of match fixing on the earlier matches are made, and eventually a shiny knife is revealed. Meanwhile, The Blonde woman is leaning against the wall, fairly pleased with herself. We see a silhouette of a male in a dark corner.
Male Voice: You look fairly pleased with yourself.
Blonde: I totally am.
MV: So you're as arrogant as your husband then.
Blonde: Excuse me? Sebastian Davis steps into view. The Blonde instantly backs up a few steps.
Sebastian: Yeah, those ninja cams are a pain in the ass sometimes aren't they? Seems that Matt's as negligent a husband as he is overrated as a wrestler.
Sebastian clocks the Blonde with a brass knuckle right hand that breaks her nose. Then he throws her to the ground and then jumps full force onto her leg. He does it again as we hear a sickening crack.
Sebastian: I want you to tell Matt that this is HIS fault.
As the blonde women writhes and screams in pain, the Redhead runs through the men surrounding her.
RH: Get the FUCK away from her! Alright...WHO DID IT! If you don't come clean I'm going to just start with the closest one here and keep gutting farmhands until someone fesses up!
The men scatter and from far away, Fire sees Sebastian leaving through a back entrance. She starts to go for him but is stopped by Jaime's screams.
B: Fire...wait...just....let him go! HELP Me!
RH: I will rip him to shreds.
B: OKay, but later....we have to go....oh my god it hurts...
RH: Okay...let me get you up....
Firewoman gently gets Jamie to her feet, and assists her as they leave. Jaime can put absolutely ZERO weight on her leg at all.
JF: Oh god...Matt's going to be really pissed.
JF: I'm sorry...
FW: It's ... it'll be fine...let's just go get you checked out....
We pick back up and see Fire and Jaime in Jaime's hospital room. Matt comes barging in, holding his ribs selling the earlier attack. Despite her pain his wife can't help but look up and laugh ironically.
Jaime: Bad night for both of us huh? What happened to you hon?
Matt: Never mind what happened to me, I'll deal with it. What happened here?
Jaime: Badly broken leg, but no knee ligament damage. I'll be in a cast 6-8 weeks.
Matt: Dammit. Now do you see? Do you see what the hell I was worried about? Look, I'm not saying I don't want you to have a life. I'm not saying stay at home. I'm not even saying don't keep doing this. If you're passionate about it, then I support you. But I do hope that you think about this a little. If some fucking North Dakota redneck can do this to you then what could someone trained do to you?
Jaime and Fire exchange a quick look.
Fire: It didn't happen in the ring.
Matt: The hell you talking about? So what, it was an accident? She tripped?
Fire: It was Davis.
Jaime: He saw our promo on OOWF TV, followed us out there.
Matt punches the wall so hard he literally puts a hole through it before storming out. Fire follows him out to the hallway.
Fire: Matt, I'm sorry. He escaped before I could get my hands on him.
Matt: Uh huh.
Fire: We can go out right now, find him, teach him a lesson.
Matt Where were you?
Matt: When this was going down? When that asshole was breaking the love of my life's leg.... WHERE THE FUCK were you?
Fire: I was collecting our winnings.
Matt: That's great. That's fucking great.
Fire: Matt, I'm so...
Fire doesn't get to complete whatever she was going to say because Matt buries a right hook to her ribs and then presses his elbow against her throat, holding her against the wall.
Matt: I warned you. Repeatedly. I FUCKING WARNED YOU! that if something happens to her, that I was going to hold you personally responsible and there were going to be repercussions for you. Now Wednesday you and I are partners, I won't forget that. But after this shit is done with Davis, I don't know if it's a match, a very intense sparring session or just a good old fashioned brawl, but you and I aren't done. Believe that.
Matt let's go of Fire and goes back into his wife's room as we.....FADE
Post by Moosehead Jack on Jul 9, 2019 9:51:39 GMT -5
<as Matt goes to go into Jaime's room, Moose steps in his way>
MF: Jack, I am not in the mood for this......
MHJ: Walk with me for a moment Folz, Jaime is in good hands
<Matt hesitates for a moment, then sighes and nods to Jack and they head down the hall>
MHJ: Right now you are angry
MF: You're goddamn right I am
MHJ: Your anger is misplaced
MF: Oh, is it now?
MHJ: Fire protected Jaime when she said she would, this was an attack by Davis, he chose his moment, the proper moment
MF: That doesn't fucking matter
MHJ: But it does. Look Matt, the Saints have your back
MF: <stopping and looking at Moose> Do you?
MHJ: Matt, what happened is unfortunate, but well planned. Davis wants to plant discord among the Saints. He attacked you, then your wife knowing you would blame Fire and I
MF: What is going on with you?
MHJ: Matt.......I am going to come clean with you. I will do whatever it takes to destroy Davis. Right now, he is a pimple on the ass of the OOWF. He is a footnote in OOWF history. He is Thim Reynolds, come in, make some waves, then disappear forever when he can't handle the pressure. You've been here ten years, I've been here for fifteen years almost. I have seen it all, and all this is is someone looking to make a name for themselves at the Saints expense. He jumped you, then took his anger out on a non-wrestler, the man is a coward.
MF: <softening slightly> Fire said she would protect her
MHJ: And if I know Fire, Davis just signed his death certificate.
MF: Weren't you the one accusing her of welching when she promised to join the Saints?
MHJ: Yes, but that was different
MHJ: It was me, and Fire will never, EVER do things the easy way when it comes to me. With Jaime, it's different. She likes her, she wants to protect her. Davis was an idiot for making Fire look like a fool.
<Folz takes a deep breath and looks at Moose>
MF: Suppose you are right, what now?
MHJ: We kill Davis. Simple as that. He has no allies, he has no one to watch his back, and we are still four strong. He is stupid. You never make a move like that unless the odds are in his favor.
MF: <sighing> Ok, now what?
MHJ: We wait
MF: What? The time to strike is NOW! We have to teach this jabroni a lesson!
MHJ: In time. He is expecting us now. Wait until it means something.
MF: I am not promising anything.
MHJ: You don't have to. But I am asking you one thing.
MF: I know, I know, Trust You.
MHJ: No, I want a match
MF: Against who? Davis?
MHJ: No. You.
MHJ: I want a match against you. Onslaught rules
MF: What the fuck? Why?
MHJ: You are the second best wreslter in this company's history, no offense intended, behing LD Williams. I want a match.
MF: But.......the Saints
MHJ: Will survive. If Fire and I can survive Blood Pond and still team, I think you and I can survive one match
MF: Look, I am down, but it is up to Vic
MHJ: Don't worry about him, it's money, he will agree to it.
MF: Ok, but why?
MHJ: It's something I need
MF: <shaking his head> I wouldn't go easy on you
MHJ: I wouldn't expect you to. I need this match. Before it's too late for you.
MF: What the fuck are you talking about?
MHJ: Don't worry about it, just consider it. Now go see Jaime. Give her my best, and let her know that if she gives the word, Davis will breathe his last breath.
MF: I will tell her
<Moose nods and turns and walks away leaving a confused Folz as we fade to black>
Meanwhile, Fire has made it back to the arena. She stops off at medical for her ribs, and while they try to get her stick around for observation, she is having none of that, and returns to the Hallways of Various Kinds of Encounters. She walks slowly, pausing at corners, listening. As she rounds another corner, she spies what, or actually WHO she is looking for.
Sebastian Davis stops and turns. He smiles.
SD: Well, this took longer than I thought it would.
FW: We can do this the easy way or the hard way.
He turns and walks away.
FW: Okay...hard way it is. You have chosen...poorly.
Fire begins to run after him, but he just walks calmly. She has gained enough ground and she starts to pull something from her pocket, and is just about on him. Suddenly, Ecosistema and Voltaje step in between them. Davis turns around and laughs as Fire stops short due to the surprise.
SD: You know, these crazy little pipsqueaks have come in awful handy lately.
FW: I had no idea you were such a coward that you needed to use human shields.
E: Sebastian es nuestro amigo.
V: We will always have su espalda.
SD: My what?
V: Your back, jefe.
FW: Although attacking an non-wrestler very far off backstage is a new low too. Waiting until my head was turned...not exactly the epitome of fearlessness.
SD: Now, Fire, I am pretty sure you're good with numbers so you can see that 3 to 1 is not the odds you want to bet on.
FW: Three? these two together barely count as one.
SD: And yet they still took your tag championship. Huh.
Fire erupts and attempts to claw her way past Los Defenestratores. She throws Voltaje off easily, but Ecosistema is a bit more of a challenge. They exchange blows back and forth, throwing each other against cement walls and the like. Davis helps Voltaje up and pushes him back towards Fire. He and Ecosistema start gaining the advantage, when suddenly Happy Death Bat IV (or is it V) comes from out of nowhere and knocks Ecosistema away. Fire seizes the opportunity to get Voltaje in a headlock and uses the wall to flip around with a Tornado DDT off the wall. She turns towards Davis and starts to advance when she's stopped by Moosehead Jack's hand on her shoulder.
FW: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, MOOSE!
Sebastian Davis gives Moose a slow golf clap and walks backwards until her rounds a corner. Fire turns to glare at Moose.
FW: Aren't you supposed to be laying on a couch somewhere, getting in touch with your feelings?
MHJ: I took a break, and good thing I did.
FW: This is none of your business. This is between me and Davis.
MHJ: No, this is between Folz and Davis.
FW: Naaaah, no way. I promised him...I promised HER I'd keep her safe.
MHJ: Jaime is a big girl, she knows the risks.
FW: Not the point.
MHJ: And she will be fine.
FW: Also not the point.
MHJ: Save it for Wednesday. That's all I'm saying.
FW: Sorry, Moose, but my preference is that Davis not MAKE it to Wednesday.
MHJ: Fire...you keep at it and you're going to end up getting arrested for something that even Lucky can't pull you out of.
MHJ: C'mon...walk it off....you're forehead is bleeding again, let's to back to medical.
We fade in to Jaime Folz's room. First Matt sends back a quick reply to Stan.
Text: "Appreciate the offer my friend, but I can handle this. Jaime says hi, thanks for the good wishes and next time you come to a show dinner's on her. Matt."
Jaime: it was nice of Stan to text.
Matt: It was. He's a good guy.... horrible taste in football teams but a good guy.
Jaime rolls her eyes.
Jaime: You know you don't have to stay here again tonight. It's just a broken leg, no life threatening injuries.
Matt: I'm fine.
Jaime: No, you're not. Trying to sleep in that hospital chair CAN'T be doing your ribs any good babe. Be serious, how you feeling?
Matt: I won't lie, he did get me pretty good, but I don't think he broke anything.
Jaime: Still though, I think you should go back to the suite and get a good night's sleep. I promise you I'm fine here.
Matt (thinking): You want me out of here so I don't turn on the All Star Game don't you?
Jaime: I'm concerned about your health, but.... I just broke my leg and then you want to submit me to Joe fucking Buck for 3 1/2 hours? What the fuck did I do to you?
Matt: I was going to mute the TV and use the Sirius app on my phone but point taken. I'll take mercy on you Mrs Folz.
Jaime: Thank you. (sighing) Just the timing sucks, breaking my leg 2 weeks before vacation.
Matt: I wasn't planning on leaving the hotel bed much anyway. (Winking)
Matt: What? All the reviews we read said it was the most comfortable hotel bed anyone had ever slept on, if it's that good why would we leave. That's all I meant... you're the one who took it right to the gutter.
Jaime: Uh huh.
Matt: You know, most women would feel great that their husband still desired them just as much 8 years into their relationship as they did the day they met.
Jaime: I do, just maybe not when I'm on painkillers.
Matt: Fair enough. Then can I say something serious?
Jaime: First time for everything..
Matt: Cute. I wanted to say that I'm sorry.
Matt: Not noticing how unhappy you were. Not only am I apparently a shitty husband, I'm an oblivious one as well.
Jaime: You're neither. And I'm not unhappy. I was just blowing off some steam. I know you're in the same situation, traveling around the world, never having a home base, missing your family.
Matt: You're sure?
Jaime: I am. You're a great husband.... and a surprisingly good wrestling teacher. Did I tell you I won the match last night with an Angle Slam?
Matt (beaming): No shit?! Awesome.
Matt and Jaime high five.
Jaime: My turn to be serious. You know Fire didn't have a damn thing to do with this. Davis followed us out there, waited til I was alone, there was nothing Fire could have done. Let her off the hook.
Matt: Fine. And you know I don't view you as just a cheerleader or arm candy right?
Jaime: I know.
Matt: And I certainly don't ask you to cook because...
Jaime: Asshole. That does remind me though, I'm freaking starving and I don't want hospital food. Could you please go get something and smuggle it in for me my love?
Matt: Why do I have to go get food? Your leg broke or something?
Jaime: Ha ha. Seriously, I'm starving, go now.
Matt: Yes boss. Requests?
Jaime: Surprise me.
Matt: Got it.
Matt kisses his wife on the forehead and leaves as we..... FADE
"Silver Eagle" Jack Bullet is walking down the Hall of Random Encounters when he feels a hand on his shoulder. He is spun around and forced into the near wall. An arm is across his throat and in the hand is a knife. The pendant around Firewoman's neck glows bright green as the soul inside is near it's former owner. Usually, this stops Fire from dealing harm to Bullet, but her anger is enough to overcome it.
FW: What is this shit I hear about you and Beverly Cambridge getting coffee!* Moose and I get coffee and maybe if somebody wants to bring us coffee, like Mac did recently, that's okay. But other people don't get fucking coffee.
JB: Is this misplaced anger from what happened to Jamie?
Fire brings her arm back slightly and slams it hard into Jack again.
FW: Coffee is sacred. You and Beverly have coffee, then maybe she has coffee with Kylie who has coffee with Bridget. Then, before you know it, fucking Carl From Fresno is having coffee with a random Dracul. Then where does that leave getting coffee? Where!
Fire slams Jack again.
FW: Bitch, from now on you drink tea, or Snapple or have a fucking Coke and a smile, but no coffee.
JB: Does iced coffee count?
JB: What about snacking on chocolate covered coffee beans?
FW: You're pushing it Bullet!
Fire drops her arm and walks off as the glowing light around her neck and the image on your screen FADES.
*(Possible details of coffee to come from Liz promo)
(Time, minutes? Maybe hours or even a day has passed when we find Beverly sitting with Jack Bullet) Jack: I'm surprised you agreed to this.
Beverly: How come?
(Jack runs his fingers along his cup, choosing his words)
Jack: Partially because of Kylie and partially because, like myself of late, you seem to not want to have too many friends.
Beverly: (leans back in her chair, sighing just a bit) Kylie. I love my sister dearly but there is still a lot between us..that needs to be worked out. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to throttle both you and Mac at various times at the way you both treated her..
Jack: Kylie and I have spoken. Several times.
Beverly:(nods) I know..I'm glad. It's helped her a lot. But..
Beverly: You still refuse to go see Josie.
Jack: I miss that little girl something fierce.
Beverly: She misses you too.
Jack: I'm not sure if she can ever forgive me.
Beverly: (reaches over and touches his hand) Jack, you're still her hero. You need to go see her. I think it will help you.
Jack: I know Kylie speaks to her every day and has taken as many trips to her as she can.
Beverly: It's one of the reasons we aren't around as much as we should be. There are still some things going on.
(a brief silence falls, but Jack breaks it)
Jack: SO, why do you keep everyone at a distance?
Beverly: I didn't always. But when you experience loss after loss. First, Kylie in so many ways..which is really my own fault.
Jack: She told me some of it. Not all. Than, Alejandro?
Beverly: Than I came here, and I wound up running with Tytan and the Sisters. You can watch all that in the archives. Than I lost the Sisters..
(Beverly looks away. Jack pauses, than reaches and pats her hand)
Jack: We don't have to talk about if you don't want too.
Beverly: That's just it. No one ever does. Everyone here has such a mixed history with them, they just focus on the bad, Forgetting all the other times.
Jack: But you can't.
Beverly: I experienced so many adventures with them..
Jack: And others? I did watch than...
Beverly: Gone. All of them. Tytan, Aggie, Edra, Chloe. The Old Man and the Centurion. I have no one left.
Jack: You have Kylie.
Beverly: Oh Jack. Kylie can't stand me. She tolerates me.
Jack: Well, than what is your plan?
Beverly: Remind this company that this isn't my first run as it's Champion. Keep fighting. Figure out what Kieran is up too and why..
Jack: And Personally?
Beverly: (reaches for her cup, a sad laugh escaping her lips) Jack, I have as much clue about that as you do.
(Jack chuckles, lifting his cup they clink them together before taking sips)
Post by DrMcAwesome on Jul 10, 2019 18:56:09 GMT -5
MidWeek Mayhem (No. 925) Minot, North Dakota July 10, 2019
Banned From Everywhere vs Keiran Bourne and Matty Alouette •Banned From Everywhere take the fight to their friendly foe (Matty Alouette) and their brooding foe (Kieran Bourne) •Justin and Matty turn in a chain-wrestling exhibition that even stuns Justin when he makes it to a stand-off with zero casualties •Justin gets the advantage with a High-Risk Headlock, but cannot capitalize as Matty falls close enough to his corner for Kieran to tag in •Kieran pounds away at Justin with an overwhelming array of quick strikes and just enough aerial offense to wow the crowd, but not sway many out of supporting Banned From Everywhere • Justin tries to reach his corner, but Kieran pulls him away and locks him in an STF that almost gets a submission before Awesome Bill From Dawsonville makes the save •Honorary BFE member Shizuru-Mune Mangyuniku-Cox urges the crowd to rally Justin •Justin escapes and tries to make the tag, but Kieran stops the idea by clocking Awesome Bill off the apron before Justin can lunge to the corner •Matty and Kieran pull off some slick double-team moves as Awesome Bill returns to the apron, angry and ready for the tag •Matty misses a charge in the corner as Justin rolls away and makes the tag to an ornery Awesome Bill •Lariats for everyone as Awesome Bill powers through Matty and Kieran numerous times, focusing his attack on Matty, since he is still the legal man •Go Dawgs gets 2 as Kieran stomps Awesome Bill’s head just as Angelo Barros was about count 3 •Justin drills Kieran with a flying double knee to send him tumbling to the outside •Justin climbs to the top turnbuckle to get in position for Banned From Space •Awesome Bill’s aim is pure as Justin land perfectly on a prone Matty •Awesome Bill makes the cover as Kieran is cut off by Shizuru
Your winner (pinfall, 5:47), Banned From Everywhere
Six-Person Elimination Tag: The Saints of Sinners (Firewoman, Moosehead Jack, Matt Folz) vs Los Defenstrators and Sebastian Davis "Laser Cannon Deth Sentence" plays and the Saints come down united as the crowd boos. They all stand in the middle of the ring and glare as their opponents make their way to the ring. Matt stands dead center in the ring and just glares at Davis while the other 4 get out of the ring. The bell rings and Davis and Folz immediately start exchanging right hands. Matt with an Irish Whip and he takes Davis over with a spinebuster. Matt with a Stun Gun and then tags out to Fire. Matt and Fire with a double brainbuster and a double elbow drop. Fire makes the tag back to Matt and he nails Davis with a lariat. The momentum takes them both over the top rope and they begin to brawl. Neither one is paying attention to the count as they brawl up the aisle. The referee reaches 10 and calls for the bell.
Both Matt Folz and Sebastian Davis have been counted out.
That doesn't seem to affect these two as they continue to brawl around. Sebastian with a low blow that doubles Matt over and then he grabs a Clangy Pole. Sebastian with a wild swing, Matt ducks and sweeps Sebastian's legs out from under him. Matt grabs the pole and nails Sebastian in the ribs. He looks to do serious damage before OOWF Security drags him away.
Back in the ring Clan Quinn and Los Defenstrators have pretty much abandoned all pretense of a match and are just brawling. Moose catches El Voltaje coming off the top rope and nails him with a GTSF.
El Voltaje has been eliminated.
Ecostemia immediately runs in and nails Moose with a knee to the back and then hits him with the Total Coincidence. He runs over and blows Cinnamon Dust in Fire's eyes before covering Moose.
Moosehead Jack has been eliminated.
Ecostemia pulls a still blinded Fire into the ring and 'pays tribute' to Ecosystem by hitting an ENF.
Firewoman has been eliminated. Ecostemia is the sole survivor at 10:12
Best-of-7 Series – Match 6 : The Frenemies (3) vs. The Darling Twins (2) •Kylie Mignolio starts for The Frenemies while Alexis Darling takes the first crack for The Darling Twins •Kylie baffles Alexis with her speed, but is obliterated with a spinebuster with Kylie rolling away to tag in Bridget O’Malley •Bridget and Alexis trade the advantage through various acts of chain wrestling and a few stand-offs with fisticuffs •Alexander Darling tags in and initially overpowers Bridget, but is caught in a rear-naked choke that is broken when Alexander scrambles for the ropes •Alexander gets the edge on Bridget with an uppercut that sends the ginger Yinzer flying backwards •Alexander keeps on the attack with a series of knee strikes, another uppercut and a Michinoku Driver that gets 2 •Bridget tries to roll to the outside, but gets caught and pulled into a surfboard submission that is only broken when Alexander’s shoulders were counted down for 2 •The Darlings work a series of quick tags to keep Bridget isolated, Alexis’ springboard splash gets 2.5 with a Kylie save •The Darlings use that break-up and subsequent Kylie escort to hammer away at Bridget •Alexander is now legal, despite not tagging in. Mel Creech is not too bothered by this •Bridget gets a back elbow as Alexander was setting up for a German suplex to escape that predicament •Bridget pulls out of her kickpad that Alexander was holding on to as she gets the tag to Kylie •Kylie is a house of fire with a quick-strike attack on Alexander and a dropkick to Alexis that sends her out •Kylie tries to twist Alexander into a Sharpshooter getting a forearm from a returning Alexis just as Alexander was turned over •Bridget recovers enough to pair off with Alexis as the two tumble out •Kylie pulls Alexander into a small package and keeps him in it for 10 seconds but Creech is way too concerned about the Bridget-Alexis brawl on the outside •A frustrated Kylie breaks the pin and tries to get Creech to pay attention to the ring •Alexander craftily rolls Kylie up for a flash 3-count to tie the series at 3-all
Your winners (pinfall, 13:21), The Darling Twins
OOWF Onslaught Championship: Mac Flasher (c) vs. Shizuru-Mune Mangyuniku-Cox •Shizuru-Mune Mangyuniku-Cox doesn’t even wait for Mac Flasher to enter the ring, uncorking a Space Flying Tiger Drop on the champion before he even looked at his opponent •Mac, now furious, tears into the ring, only for Misato Misawa to hold him back and enforce the prematch handshake •Mac obliges but tries to pull Shizuru in for a short clothesline, but is eluded and dropkicked out of the ring •Shizuru follows with a baseball slide that hits Mac on the jaw •Shizuru, still doing the redneck thing, shouts out to the fans and gets a very positive response •Misawa’s count is up to 10 by the time that Mac returns to the ring •Shizuru gets in at 12 and gets a knee to the back of the head •Mac takes control with a series of knee strikes and a standing lariat that maybe shifted a few of Shizuru’s molars •Mac tries to whip Shizuru into the corner, but he falls two steps away from the turnbuckles •Mac arrogantly strides over to Shizuru, who possums him into a small package that gets 2 •Mac ground-and-pounds Shizuru and gets his first warning •Mac argues the warning and ups the ante with a stun gun over the top rope before standing across Shizuru’s windpipe. That gets a second warning •Mac smirks as fans boo him •Shizuru gasps for air and rolls to the apron •As Shizuru stands, Mac tries to shoulder-block him off, only to eat a roundhouse kick •A springboard splash gets 2 with Mac putting his leg over the bottom rope. That’s his first rope break •Shizuru rallies with a fighting spirit surge that sees kicks, knees, forearms, and a spinning heel kick daze and floor Mac •Shizuru hoists Mac up for Eastbound and Down (the renamed Psycho Driver) and gets 2.75 as Mac’s leg is under the bottom rope. That’s rope break No. 2 •Mac rolls out of the ring to catch his air and also catches Shizuru as he tries a springboard dive from the top •Mac introduces Shizuru’s skull to the ringpost and then the steel stairs •Mac then rolls a limp Shizuru into the ring and drops him on his head with a Flash Drive •An unresponsive Shizuru is then locked in Sleep Mode as Misawa immediately calls for the bell
Your winner (referee stoppage, 10:17), and STILL OOWF ONSLAUGHT CHAMPION, Mac Flasher
OOWF Intercontinental Championship: Stacy Kirkland (c) vs Zed Zed makes his entrance and he is stoked for the championship bout. Rev. Brick is giving him some last minute positive affirmations and then very obviously starts to pray for Zed's success. Zed is ignoring that as he instantly notices no referees in the ring and rolls his eyes as Stacy Kirkland appears at the top, with Junior Hale. They make it to the ring and Rev. Brick goes over to the announce table to complain about Hale being the referee again. Russ and Razz just shrug because they have no power to change that. Rev. Brick assures Zed he will take care of it and storms to the back. Junior takes the belt lovingly from Stacy and shows it to Zed and then hands it off to the timekeeper and with a ring of the bell, we are off.
Zed wisely decides to NOT give Stacy any room and attacks quickly. This takes Stacy off her game for a bit, and allows Zed some serious offense, and a fun suplex series. He goes for the early pin, but Stacy gets an arm up. Hale admonishes Zed for not getting off Stacy quickly enough--
Razz: That's what she said Russ: Shut up.
--which gives Stacy some extra time to get her bearings. Finally, Hale gets out of the way and we start over. Zed attacks with European uppercuts and elbows, driving Stacy into the corner, but...NO BODY PUTS STACY IN A CORNER~! She quickly counters with a Greco-Roman Eye Poke. Zed pulls back, hand over his eye and yells at Hale. Hale obviously didn't see it, so....on we go. Stacy finds her footing, and flies at him. It's her turn now and she shows off the power moves. Powerbomb then she picks up Zed by the hair into a urinage and then a senton. She goes for the pin and one, two, NO~! Zed kicks out, and it's a good thing too. Stacy helps him up with double claws to the chin, lifting him to his feet. But Zed no likey the fingernails digging into his jaw, and circles his arms around and down onto Stacy's arms, breaking the hold. Zed hits a quick DDT, and then takes his advantage to get Stacy into a sleeper hold. Stacy writhes around in an attempt to get her long leg on the rope. Or at least under it. Looks like she does, too, as Hale demands Zed break the hold. Zed does and gets to his feet, yelling at Hale to call the match fairly. Hale shrugs. Zed turns around right into a BIG slap from Stacy. That spins him around, but he gets his leg up for an Attempted Big Boot! Stacy blocks it though, grabbing the leg and transitions into a figure four leg lock. That looks painful and it's all the more painful because Stacy uses the ropes for extra leverage. Zed tries to get out of it, but no dice. He has to tap.
Your winner (submission, 12:19), AND STILL OOWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, “Black Magic” Stacy Kirkland
OOWF World Championship Match: Beverly Cambridge (c) vs. "Silver Eagle" Jack Bullet •This one never gets started as the referee’s instructions are interrupted by Sebastian Davis and a clangy pole •Davis tees off on “Silver Eagle” Jack Bullet and then Beverly Cambridge, leaving both laying as he poses over both •That leaves him open for Jack to unleash a hellacious low blow, felling the Texan and giving Jack a chance to beat him from pillar to post •Beverly, while rubbing her jaw, gets in on the action, reintroducing the clangy pole into the fray and to Sebastian’s head •Davis Hightower waves in help, but Beverly holds off the yellow shirts as Jack works over Sebastian •Eventually, Matt Folz emerges from the stands but doesn’t get close to Sebastian as he runs at the sight of the angry Wisconsinite •Matt stays outside of the ring as Jack and Beverly nod in respect and raise each other’s hand in victory •Sebastian is spotted on the top of the ramp cursing out Jack, Beverly and Matt as the feed cuts out
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