[DrMcAwesome]

OOWF/AEW – “Survival Sunday”
Live! From Jacksonville, Fla.
March 12, 2023

Best-of-seven series to determine the future of OOWF

• Mac Flasher vs. Eddie Kingston

• Shizuru-Mune Mangyuniku-Cox vs. Kenny Omega

• Kylie Mignolio-Bridget O’Malley vs. Dr. Britt Baker, D.M.D.-Jamie Hayter

• Zed vs. Bryan Danielson

• Banned From Everywhere vs. Best Friends (with Danhausen)

• Beverly Cambridge vs. Hikaru Shida

• Moosehead Jack-Alexander Darling vs. Jon Moxley-Claudio Castagnoli

Card subject to backstage brawls during press conferences

[L!zz~]

<An INC finds Josie as she is suppose to be working on report assigned by Zed.>

Notes on "33 reasons why Nascar is the superior sport" were on her desk. It was a tricky subject and her phone showed she had text Mac to see if he had any insight for her.

Her laptop was opened to her email, she clicked to attach a document. [JOSEPHINEMRESUME.DOC] showed as it attached.

As Josie typed, the words appeared on the screen in a text box.

"Dear Mrs. Firewoman,

It has been awhile since we last spoke, I hope you remember me. I, fondly, remember the times I was able to spend with you.

As you are probably wondering why I am writing, I will get straight to the point. The news of the OOWF has filled me with great excitement..I can't wait to be on the road again and hopefully train!

However, my aunts, Zed and Bridget have all agreed that while on the road I must be involved in regular activities as best as I can. It's the OOWF, so I am not sure what they think will ever be regular, but anyway, with you in charge (yay!) I would assume you'd need some help keeping an eye on Patrick. (I can't wait to meet him! He's soooo cute!)

Therefore, I would like to offer my services as baby sitter/child care helper. I've attached my resume so you will see I have experience in these matters.

I thank you for considering this and look forward to speaking with you.


Take care,
Sincerely
Josephine (but just call me Josie)

[Jack Quinn]

<brought the posts from the other thread over just to have the full story in the new thread>

<cut to the interior of the 13WLOS Asheville news station where Moose is sitting down with Chris Womack for a segment. We get the director count them down, and we're live....>

CW: Welcome to Mountain Sports Focus, I am Chris Womack, joining me today is former professional wrestler and Western North Carolina resident for......how many years now?

MHJ: almost four years

CW: Joining me today, former professional wrestler, Moosehead Jack. Should I call you Moose?

MHJ: Jack is fine.

CW: So, Jack, you live over near Bryson City?

MHJ: That's correct, about an hour west of here.

CW: You've made the news recently for helping the local schools with some uniforms.

MHJ: Yeah, Swain County Schools were raising funds to provide new uniforms for all their teams, but they came up a bit short. They were trying to prioritize who to buy for when Kali and I decided to step in and match the total donated so everyone could get uniforms.

CW: And of course, Kali is your lovely wife.

MHJ: She is

CW: You grew up in Detroit, are you a big sports fan?

MHJ: I was, not as much anymore. I still follow the Lions and Tigers and pull for them.

CW: Do you have a pick for the Superbowl?

MHJ: Well, since Suh plays for Philly, and I've always liked him, I will root for Philly.

CW: Would Suh have made a good professional wrestler?

MHJ: Oh for sure, he has the size and the strength, he definitely could have made an impact.

CW: Let me get you out of here with one final question. The rumor going around town is the OOWF is considering reopening, or at least doing a reunion show, what are the details on that?

MHJ: Well......honestly, I haven't heard anything about it.

CW: Would you be open to it?

MHJ: You learn to never say never in this business.

CW: Well thank you for your time Jack. Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to thank Moosehead Jack for spending some time for us, we will see you next week on Mountain Sports Focus. I'm Chris Womack, have a great day in the mountains!

Stage Hand: aaaaan we're clear

<Moose gets to his feet and takes off his mic, shakes hands with Womack and a few other assistants and grabs his coat and heads outside. As he gets to his car, he pulls out his phone and looks for a moment. Moose is clearly reading something. He slips his phone back into his pocket, takes a deep sigh and looks far off into the distance, before a slight smile creeps across his face. He hops into the Shelby, guns the motor and pulls off into the Mountain afternoon and we fade>

***

<We cut to the early morning hours in the mountains of North Carolina. Moose is sitting on a chair on a spacious porch looking out over a mountain valley. The sun is just beginning to creep over the horizon and birds are just beginning to wake for the day. Moose takes a long drag from his cigar and exhales a cloud of smoke. A moment later 13 walks out and sets a mug of coffee down on the table, kisses Moose on the head and takes a seat next to him. They sit in silence as the sky slowly brightens>

13: You've been out here half the night

MHJ: Couldn't sleep

13: Thinking about this OOWF stuff?

MHJ: It's ALL I can think about

13: Fire isn't so sure about doing it.

MHJ: I'm not surprised. She has finally found sanity in her life. Going back......

13: It doesn't have to be forever. Just go back and say hello and see where things go

<Moose is quiet for a long time>

MHJ: I got my happy ending. I was supposed to die in that ring. I cheated death, going back....

<13 gets to her feet and walks over to Moose and squats down, looking him in the eyes>

13: We all write our destinies. You were not meant to die in that ring in Detroit that night. You didn't cheat death, you erased a fear. That thought haunted you, and you decided it was not how Moosehead Jack was going to go out. You write your own narrative Jackie, no one else.

MHJ: <taking a deep breath> You're right. But things are different now....

13: <standing tall and stretching> There is time to decide all that. The sun is about to come over the horizon, it's time.

<13 offers her hand, Moose takes it and gets to his feet and we fade>

****

<we cut from Fire's promo and see Jack sleeping next to 13. Jack's eyes snap open and he sits up, glances at the clock and we see it's 3:15. Jack is about to slip back to sleep when we hear the voice of a young child>

Jaaaaaaaackie. Jaaaaaaaaackie. Come plaaaaaay.

<Jack gets out of bed and heads toward the door. He glances over his shoulder and sees 13, still asleep, in the bed. Jack opens the door and heads out, and he is in a endlessly long, stark white hallway. At first the only thing you can hear is the hum of the fluorescent lights. Moose starts down the hall, and we begin to hear more of the whispers>

Jack's back!

Jaaaaaaaaaackie

Let's wrestle like they do on TV!

Come play with us Jackie!

<As Jack continues on the whispers get louder and louder, to the point where Jack has to stop, close his eyes and take a deep breath. As he continues on, the whispers turn into maniacal childrens laughter, then suddenly stops. Moose looks around, and is suddenly at the end of the hall staring at a door>

One, two Moose is coming for you
Three, four, there's no hope no more
Five, six you're stabbed with a crucifix
Seven, eight he decides your fate
Nine, ten it's already too late

<The door opens and Jack walks into a dark room. The door closes behind him and for a moment we are lost in total darkness. A match strikes and we see someone light a cigar. There is a laugh, and then a click. A single lightbulb lights, and we see Moosehead Jack sitting there, feet on a table, smoking a cigar and drinking a glass of whiskey>

MHJ: Well, well, well. Look who it is

<Jack turns to run, but where the door was is now just a wall.>

MHJ: You can't run from me Jackie. No matter how hard you try, you cannot run far enough or fast enough to ever escape me.

<Moose slowly stands up as Jack turns back around. Moose reaches down and picks up HappyDethBat and slowly walks toward another dark corner. Jack stands staring at him, transfixed>

MHJ: I am glad you showed up. I want you to see what you've done.

<another lightbulb lights and we see a chair, Moose spins it around and we see 13 tied to the chair, gagged, tears running down her face and a look of absolute panic on her face. As the camera pans down, we see "MHJ" has been carved into her chest. Jack's mouth drops open and he tries to speak, but nothing comes out, he is frozen in fear.>

MHJ: It's time to finish the job Jackie. She is holding us back. We have work to do

<Moose holds out HDB for Jack to take, but Jack just stares at Moose and HDB, not understanding what he means>

MHJ: <snarling> DO IT YOU COWARD!

<Moose stares, horrified>

MHJ: FINE! I'LL DO IT!

<Moose turns and swings the bat at 13's head with all his might, Jack screams, and just before Moose makes contact Jack wakes up in bed and sits up. He looks over and sees 13 facing away from him, still sleeping. He slowly reaches over and grabs her shoulder and shakes her, her lifeless body rolls toward him and we see MHJ carved on her chest, and a massive head wound. Jack recoils in terror and screams.....

.....and sits upright in bed. Jack is breathing heavily, soaked in sweat. He looks over and sees 13 facing away from him, still sleeping. He slowly reaches over to grab her shoulder, but she rolls over on her own, mumbles something incoherent, then goes right back to sleep. Jack gets out of bed and goes into the bathroom and turns on the light and splashes some water on his face and stares into the mirror, after several long moments, we fade to black>

****

<Jack is walking down the hallways of a very small arena. The area is cramped and dark and looks like it hasn't been cleaned in decades and the air is stale. As he rounds a corner he looks in a few rooms, but there is no one there. As he walks on the silence nearly becomes overwhelming.>

Come finish the job

<Jack rounds another corner and walks through a hanging curtain, and is suddenly in the arena surrounded by a few hundred screaming fans. Jack looks around trying to figure out what exactly is happening. He finally focuses on the ring, and we see a larger, older out of shape masked wrestler and he is fighting........13?

As Jack slowly stumbles toward the ring, the masked man pulls brass knuckles from his tights and waits for 13 to get to her feet. Jack desperately tries to run to the ring, but he seems to be moving in slow motion. The masked man rears back and SLAMS 13 in the face with the knucks, blood flies from her face as she crumples to the mat.

Jack is finally in the ring, but he is frozen in terror. Looking down, he sees 13, unconscious and bleeding. The masked man turns to Jack and takes a step toward him and slowly pulls off the mask....

It's Moose

Jack stares in terror as Moose gets right in his face>

MHJ: FINISH HER!

<Jack tries to speak but cannot>

MHJ: This is not the deal Jack. You KNOW how this ends! You KNOW what HAS to happen!

Jack: <looking at 13, in barely a whisper> I.......I can't

MHJ: Seamus was right about you

<With that Moose kicks Jack in the gut, sets him up and lifts him for a piledriver. We hear Jack scream then hear a sickening CRACK as the screen goes black.......

......And Jack jumps awake, nearly falling off the lounge chair he dozed off on. Jack is breathing heavily, again soaked in sweat, but he is at home in the North Carolina mountains. Jack picks up his empty glass and reaches for a bottle of whiskey, knocking over an empty one. As he pours a drink, his hand trembles almost uncontrollably. Jack downs the drink, then pours a second. Jack sits back in the chair, still breathing hard, tears in his eyes, and we fade.>

****

<Jack and 13 pull into Bryson City and park the car at the first available spot. They get out and walk down Everett Street discussing the new building as they cross the bridge. Town is quiet, most of the tourists are gone, so it's mostly just locals. They get to the local pizza place, Anthony's, and surprisingly, there is a 30 minute wait. They grab drinks and head out to the porch. A few people stop and say hi, but most just nod and keep on their way>

13: Did you ever think THIS is where you would just blend right in?

J: I never thought I would ever have a place to just blend right in, I never considered the OOWF ending, and.....well, you know the rest

13: <really looking at Jack> Babe, you look like shit. Are you still not sleeping?

J: Not very well. Every time I dream, it just keeps getting worse.

13: Is it Patrick again?

J: No, this is worse, it's......I am not sure how to....

<Just then a gaggle of out of town dude bros come by being the kind of loud and obnoxious that only wealthy entitled kids can be when on vacation spending their parents money.>

<I do not speak their language>

DB1: DUDE! THIS PLACE LOOKS COOL! WE SHOULD GO HERE DUDE!

DB2: LOOK ITS CALLED DERAILED! AND IT'S NEXT TO A TRAIN TRACK! THATS TOTES BONKS!

DB1: AND, LIKE, WHEN YOU GET DRUNK YOU'RE DERAILED, LIKE OFF THE TRACKS AND SHIT

DB3: DUDE THAT IS DO FUCKING DOPE!

DB4: CAN I VAPE IN THERE? NO? THAT'S NOT COOL MAN

DB3: <pointing to Jack> OH MY GOD BROS! LOOK WHO THAT IS! DUDES!

DB1: No

DB2: No

DB4: No dude.

DB3: THAT IS MOOSEHEAD JACK!

DB1: Cool, We're gonna jet and get the pool table bro

DB3: <turning to Jack> DUDE!!! YOU'RE MOOSEHEAD JACK! YOU'RE THE MOST EVIL DUDE EVER! MAN REMEMBER THAT TIME YOU TRIED TO KILL CRETE? OR THAT TIME YOU STABBED THAT GUY THE FIRST NIGHT!!!

J: Yeah, man, hey, glad you're a fan

<the Dude Bro doesn't take the clue though and keeps talking. A dark look crosses Jack's face and his hand slowly starts inching down his leg toward his foot. We see 13 glance that way then back at the Dude Bro>

Hostess: QUINN

<13 quickly excuses she and Jack and they head inside. The Dude Bro stands there for a moment and considers following, then something makes him stop suddenly and head off to find the other dudebros>

Time passes

<13 and Jack are in the car heading home>

13: You wanna tell me what that was about tonight?

Jack: That guy? He was.......annyoning

13: He was. I was talking about you

Jack: What?

13: What were you reaching for?

Jack: What are you talking about?

13: You were reaching down toward your boot

Jack: I'm not wearing boots!

13: I KNOW

<Jack takes a minute to process this, then looks horrified>

Jack: Oh god.

<fade>

****

<Jack and Kali pull up at the Biltmore House in Asheville (if you ever find yourself in Asheville NC and want to see the decadent excesses of the Gilded Age, check out the Biltmore House, it is both absolutely stunning and somewhat disturbing at the same time) Anyway, Jack and Kali pull up in the Mustang and hand it over to the valet for parking. Before they enter the event, Kali fixes Jack's tux and brushes off some cat hair, Jack looks in her eyes and smiles>

J: You look stunning tonight

K: <trying to suppress a smile> Thank you. You look......like shit. Jack, we can leave and head back home, you really need to sleep

J: No, I'm ok. This is a big deal. Lot's of bigwigs are going to be here tonight, and this is a chance to try to get more funding for the the schools. I'll be ok.

K: Ok. But if things start getting bad, just tell me and we are gone. Deal?

J: Deal.

<they walk into the lavish event and enjoy and entirely too expensive meal, then a short speech by a local politician before it is time to mix and mingle.>

K: Were Beth and Adam going to be here tonight?

J: No, they couldn't get off the road. Got the show in Canada tonight.

K: That's right! I hope Sami wins.

J: Me too, but I can't see it. They screwed up by having Cody cash in at Wrestlemania.

K: I am going to go get another drink, will you be ok?

J: I am fine.

<Kali walks away and Moose stands against the wall and leans his head back and looks around, almost immediately the local politician from earlier comes up to him>

LP: You're Jack Quinn.

J: That's the rumor

<they share a laugh and shake hands>

LP: You are over in Bryson City, right?

<Jack nods>

LP: Well.....you know your local house rep is considering a move to the senate next year, I think with what you've accomplished, you could be a solid Democrat candidate.....

J: <laughing> I think my past might not be very well received in congress

LP: Jesse Ventura did it.

J: Jesse didn't have quite the track record of.........questionable decisions......that I do

<The local politician has Jack cornered though and he continues on trying to persuade him to consider a career in politics. Jack leans his head back against the wall and takes a sip of his drink. As he does, we hear a disturbance across the room. Jack looks and we see.....

Moosehead Jack

Moose walks through the room clotheslining people, hitting others with HDB, lifting some and hitting the GTSF, the people that they were talking to just continue on talking like nothing ever happened. When Moose gets to the Local Politician, he grabs him and lifts him in the air, the man never stops talking, and Moose drives him into the floor with a brainbuster. The Local Politician lies on the floor, still giving Jack his pitch. Moose stands up and walks up to Moose and gets right in his face>

J: Why are you doing this?

<Moose slaps the taste out of Jack's mouth, Jack grabs his face in anger and glares at Moose>

MHJ: *I* am who *YOU ARE!*

J: No

MHJ: <snarling> Whether you like it or not Jackie you made a deal. You cannot escape. I will be taking over soon enough.

<Kali comes back and hands Jack a drink, but before he can move, Moose grabs her and PLANTS her with a DDT, Moose pulls her unconscious body up by the hair and drags her over to Jack>

MHJ: THIS! THIS IS WHAT HAS DONE THIS TO US! You have to end this now.

<Moose reaches down into his boot and pulls out a scalpel and hands it to Jack, then tilts 13's head back>

MHJ: You know you want to. Do it. Do it.

<Jack remains frozen in horror>

MHJ: DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT

<Moose's maniacal laughter fills the room, he grabs the scalpel back from Jack and turns and is about to slash 13's throat when Moose jerks awake. The Local Politician is still droning away>

LP: So, will you at least consider the offer?

J: Uh yeah

LP: Are you ok? You are pale, like you just saw a ghost!

J: What? Yeah, I'm......excuse me for a moment

<Jack darts off into a bathroom and locks the door. He goes to the sink and splashes water on his face and looks into the mirror, in what looks like blood "Trust Me" is written. Jack closes his eyes and shakes his head, when he opens them again, the writing is gone. Jack weeps. After a moment, he stands up, composes himself and looks into the mirror.>

J: Sidney.

<fade>

[Fire-Babe]

Firewoman sits at the hotel suite's desk, pouring over the contracts from Tony Khan. Lucky comes in from his room with his suitcase. Patrick is sitting on the floor playing with a stuffed penguin, next to his small suitcase, that matches Firewoman's.



L: You ready yet?

FW: Yeah...it's just... look, you're good at this too...look at this clause here...

Lucky looks.

FW: ...and this one....and .... here.

Lucky looks, and his brows furrow.

L: I don't like that.

FW: Yeah, me neither...

L: Have you done the final signing yet?

FW: No, just getting ready to now.

L: Well....

Lucky takes a red pen and marks an X through the appropriate clauses, and writes something in the margins of each.

FW: My thoughts exactly.

L: Okay, then you sign it, and we can all go home.

FW: .......

Fire takes a pen and signs.

FW: Someone should see which OOWF referees are available.

L: Someone should but that's not our job. Your job was to get the ball rolling. It's done now. You'll come back in a month to do the meet-n-greets and photo ops and maybe some trash talking in the ring...

FW: ...maybe...

L: Maybe?

FW: It's just...even with these changes, something's not right. I can feel it.

L: Does your Irish shit tell you what it is?

FW: It's never that direct. I mean, look at this card. Has anyone even heard from Alex? How do we know he's in? And what about legacy talent? Hell, Lucas isn't even on here...

L: I thought he was busy?

FW: He can get unbusy... No Phantos and Lucios.... no...

L: So....what are you saying?

FW: ...

L: ...

FW: *deep sigh* There are a zillion loose ends to tie up. Mac can do it, but... well, it's just easier with another set of eyes.

L: *picking up his suitcase*...Or two....

Lucky takes his suitcase back to his room.

FW: What are you doing?

L: Unpacking....YOU get to call Lucas and tell him you're not coming home yet.

Fires frowns a bit and then looks down at Patrick, who stopped playing with his toy long ago to eavesdrop.

PQM: Home? Go frying?

FW: Flying, and no, not yet sweetie. Mommy has to make things right for people.

PQM: Mommy fix booboos?

FW: Um...more like keep them from happening.

PQM: Keep me safe!

FW: That's right! My number one job! Okay I guess we're off to Jacksonville. Maybe Gramma Mann can come help me take care of you.

PQM: GAMMY!

FW: You can even tell daddy yourself!

PQM: DADDY!

FW: We'll call him on the plane. *Fire yells into the other room.* Lucky, don't unpack, we need to get to Jacksonville.

FADE

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene and INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA find SHIZURU-MUNE MANGYUNIKU-COX on the phone while visibly upset*

SHIZURU-MUNE: “Mac! At what point did I say that I wanted to be an active wrestler again? I thought I made it very clear that I was leaving that behind.”

MAC *audible since he’s on speaker*: “Look. I wasn’t the one that put you on this card. That came from Khan. When we tried to negotiate you off for someone a bit more interested and active, he just said ‘Manbeef is going to be in this match. I want Manbeef!’”

S-M: “And if Manbeef doesn’t show, like I fully plan on doing?”

MF: “OOWF probably forfeits that match.”

S-M: “I guess … No. He’s nowhere near ready to face someone that caliber. I’d probably have only gone 7-8 minutes at my peak against Kenny Omega.”

MF: “Wait. Who is nowhere near ready.”

S-M: “My brother, but I’ve said too much.”

MF: “You have a brother that’s a wrestler.”

S-M: “A brother that wants to be a wrestler. He’s done a few indie shows. He got an offer from AEW. But no … I’m not putting that pressure on him. You aren’t either.”

MF: “Firewoman might need to be the one you need to worry about. She has the full authoritative powers during this period between now and March 12. You might be her favorite person in the world if you can be a link to an active wrestler.”

S-M: “He’s not ready for Omega. He’s not even ready for Asuka.”

MF: “No one’s ready for Asuka.”

S-M: “You know what I meant.”

MF: “So … Out of curiosity, what is your brother’s last name?”

S-M: “Mangyuniku, just like mine.”

MF: “So if he were to …”

S-M: “Stop. Don’t go any further with that thought. I’m not against him being eased in to an OOWF roster spot, but making his debut in a high-stakes match might be too much for him. I’m not going to pull him from his classes at Occidental just so Kenny Omega can humiliate him on pay-per-view.”

MF: “Occidental’s spring break starts the next day, he won’t miss any classes if he gets on that plane Friday.”

S-M: “Mac. No. Stop.”

MF: “All I’m saying is that we might be able to steal a win if your brother is a semi-capable wrestler who catches Omega looking past him.”

S-M: “Worry about your match with Eddie Kingston. I’ll think about this and decide from there.”

*just then, a young man who bears a strong resemblance in build to KAZUCHIKA OKADA walks into the room behind SHIZIRU-MUNE, MAC cannot see him because this is an audio call, but he can overhear a hushed conversation*

S-M: “Jeff. Why aren’t you at Occidental?”

JEFF: “I enrolled for online learning so I could take an opportunity that you’d never grant me. I’ve been in contact with an OOWF talent and she’s agreed to train me to debut if OOWF wins in Jacksonville.”

S-M: “Who?”

JM: “She said she’d kill me if I told you.”

S-M: “Does this woman have red hair?”

JM: “She said she’d kill me of I told you.”

S-M: “Was this woman a champion when OOWF went dark?”

JM: “She said she’d kill me if I told you.”

S-M: “Does this woman’s first name start with a B?”

JM: “She said she’d …”

S-M: “She’d kill you if you told me. I get it. It’s just that I feel OOWF is not the place for you, Jeff. They’ll just turn you into some comedy act that pushes the boundaries of good taste.”

JM: “With all the respect due to your contributions to OOWF, you outperformed your abilities and became a beloved star. I just want the same opportunity. When you were debuting, I was a 13-year-old kid who looked up to you. I wanted to be you. Now it’s you trying to prevent me from living the same dreams.”

S-M: “OOWF was a nightmare for me. Don’t make my mistakes.”

JM: “It was a nightmare for you because you allowed it to be. Shizuru-Mune … I’ll be fine. Just let me make my own dreams a reality.”

MF: “Guys … I’m gonna go. You hash this out.”

*while MAC disconnects, JEFF and SHIZURU-MUNE continue their spirited discussion as the scene fades*

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene and INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA find FIREWOMAN and LUCKY entering the OOWF office space in Asheville, North Carolina during a visit to the facility earlier in the weekend. As FIRE turns on the lights to the general manager’s office, she notices that nothing has been touched since September 2019*

FIRE *gagging*: “This won’t do at all.”

*FIREWOMAN digs in her wallet and pulls out a card and a mask that she puts on her face*

F: “Lucky. You’re going to find the nearest Harris Teeter and buy every last canister of bleach wipes and every single bottle of sanitizer. You’re going to do this before I take another breath in this building.”

*LUCKY goes to speak, but thinks better of saying anything that may be defiant of FIREWOMAN’s orders*

F: “Before. Another. Breath.”

*LUCKY rushes out the door, kicking up dust in the process, while FIREWOMAN puts her arm across her face as the scene fades*

[Jack Quinn]

<Jack is sitting on the porch, smoking a cigar, looking out over the valley, clearly lost in thought.>

V: Nice place you've got here

<Jack snaps to and gets to his feet>

J: Dr. Sid, thank you for coming on such short notice

DS: No problem, as luck would have it I am in Atlanta for a few months. Nice drive. So......what's going on? You are the absolute LAST person I expected to hear from.

<motioning for Dr. Sid to take a seat as Kali brings out some coffee for both of them. Jack sits and looks at Dr. Sid with weary eyes and takes a deep breath>

J: Sid.......I think I'm losing my mind

[L!zz~]

Bev, Bridget and Kylie sat together with OOWF TV playing, so they could catch up.

Kylie shook her head, "things are really moving. "

"Fire is in charge." Bridget said.

Beverly shrugged, "Best one for it and when you hear this Fire I say it with the uttermost respect, no offense to previous bosses: The sanest one to do it. She cares about the history. She doesn't need the money or the glory.

The other two ladies agreed, Bridget nudging them as Josie from eatlier came on the screen. "Uh I think we better have a chat with the INCs and set some boundaries..."

[Jack Quinn]

<back to the Quinn residence where Jack is walking Dr. Sid out to his car>

DS: Jack, I have to say, this exceeded every expectation I had. Thank you for the amazing dinner, I had no idea 13 could cook!

J: Kali can do a lot of things, she is an amazing woman. But I gotta ask, Sid, are you SURE about this?

DS: <stopping before he gets into the car and looking at Jack> Jack, if there's one thing I have learned from being around you merry band of troublemakers over the years is that you are most comfortable in that ring. Speaking, wrestling, whatever it is you are doing, that is home. When you get to that ring, you will know what to do and what to say. Only you can decide that. I wouldn't recommend this for anyone else on the planet, but you people......you people are certainly a different breed.

<Jack nods and shakes Dr. Sid's hand and watches him pull out and head down the mountain road. Jack walks into the kitchen and pours two drinks and takes one out to Kali who is standing at the railing watching the sunset. Jack hugs her from behind and hands her a drink and they stand in silence for a few moments as the sun sets below the horizon>

K: Well?

J: Looks like we're going to Florida

K: <a brief dark look crosses her face> I'll make the arrangements

<fade>

[Fire-Babe]

Firewoman and Stank are talking via Zoom.

S: I thought you were going to Florida.

FW: *yawns* Eventually, but I remembered there's some stuff at the OOWF office I was going to need so we stopped here. We'll head down tomorrow.

S: Remember how we talked about you not making Patrick tell me things that you don't want to?

FW: Hmm...doesn't ring a bell.

S: Well, he could have stayed here. I am--

FW: A great father, yes... I just...it felt like I was abandoning him.

S: ...Lis' that is hardly the same thing.

FW: I know, but--

S: *sigh* I know. I get it. So... what's next.

FW: Getting everyone to sign on. I think we have everyone that's on the card, except Alex, and no one knows where he is.

S: You don't?

FW: I thought I did. I made some calls to obvious places, non obvious places, and even a few places he thinks I don't know about. If he or Lexie are around, though, they'll get the message through one of those channels. I made sure to grease a few palms.

S: If he doesn't show, then what?

FW: We forfeit the match or I get a replacement. *yawn* Then we have to adjust the INC properties. Too many minors running around. Oh, get this, Josie said she can babysit Patrick.

S: That's cute.

FW: It is. But if your mom is available--

S: She's always available for her grandson, just...

FW: What?

S: Well, her safety is--

FW: My responsibility. Don't worry. *yawn*

S: Are you sleeping?

FW: MMmmmmmostly....

S: Okay I'll let you go. Don't forget to do all the things that keep you you.

FW: Wow...someone's been reading the "someone you love needs reminded to engage in self-care" pamphlet.

S: And take your meds.

FW: Yes, dear. Anything else?

S: Nope... good night.

FW: Night...

Fire clicks the litter red X, closes the laptop, turns out the light and lays down. A few minutes later, she turns the light back on. She props herself up on her pillows and grabs her laptop again. She clicks a few things then grabs her cellphone.

FW: Hey! Good, how are you?........what? That's awesome....hey listen, I don't know if you've heard but ....

FADE

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene and INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA find MAC FLASHER as he arrives in Asheville, North Carolina with a couple of bags amongst other things. MAC enters the SPIN HANSEN Memorial Training Center for the first time in ages when he’s greeted by an unfamiliar and sort of angry face*

ANGRY FACE: “Who the fuck are you?”

MAC: “I’m Mac Flasher, and I’ll ask you the same damn question.”

AF: “Just call me Nuke, you fucking joke.”

MF: “Ah, one of the newbies. I’ve … Read some about you. Some stuff about not playing well with others. Growing up richer than anyone on the OOWF roster except for the Darlings. Big risk-taker and …”

*NUKE leans back before firing a head butt to MAC’s forehead, knocking MAC down and splitting both of their heads open. As MAC shakes the cobwebs, NUKE smirks before standing up and shoving MAC onto his back. Before MAC can react, another youngster charges in and pulls NUKE away from MAC*

N: “And I’ve read about you needing people to fight your battles for you and you being a soft little baby.”

YOUNGSTER: “Nuke! Leave or I’ll call Firewoman.”

N: “Ooooooh. Rory Thomas is going to call and tattle on me. What the fuck ever.”

*NUKE walks away while mocking, well just about everything about RORY and MAC as RORY helps MAC to his feet* 

RT: “Oooooh. He got you good.”

MF: “No worse than Moosehead Jack stabbing me my first week on the OOWF payroll. So … You’re Rory?”

RT: “Yessir. Rory Thomas. The best wrestler to come from Grove City, Ohio and future OOWF champion.”

MF: “Well, I’m gonna go get cleaned up, but do me a favor if you call Firewoman.”

RT: “What do you need?”

MF: “Tell her I want Nuke on the first OOWF show after we pull off this win over AEW.”

RT: “You got it, sir.”

*while MAC cringes at being called ‘sir,” and mouths ‘Sir? I’m not that old,’ RORY grabs his phone and thumbs through it as the scene fades*

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene and INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA find what appears to be JEFF MANGYUNIKU exiting a vehicle with his bags and approached the The ZeBevKy Compound. JEFF politely rings the doorbell while glancing toward the “No Macs Allowed” sign crafted by JOSIE with a little help from BRIDGET O’MALLEY. As JEFF is about to ring the doorbell again, JOSIE answers the door*

JEFF: “Is this where I can find Beverly Cambridge?”

JOSIE: “AUNT BEV! YOU HAVE A VISITOR!”

*BEVERLY CAMBRIDGE approaches with a bit of a scowl towards JOSIE*

BEVERLY: “Josie! Why are you not in bed?”

J: “C’mon. Tomorrow is a holiday.”

BC: “You still have work to catch up on in the morning! You get to bed.”

J: “But …”

BC: “Bed! Now!”

*JOSIE exits as BEVERLY waves JEFF in*

JM: “She’s energetic. I’m guessing she’s a handful.”

BC: “She is, but there’s four of us and now you to help rein her energy in a bit.”

JM: “So what exactly will I be doing here?”

BC: “Follow me, Jeff.”

*BEVERLY leads JEFF to an immaculate training room with a ring, state-of-the-art equipment and yoga mats. KYLIE MIGNOLIO can be spotted on an elliptical machine just out of central focus*

BC: “This is your new home. Well, you have a room here with a bed until you get on your feet in OOWF, but this is where I expect you to be at 6 a.m. sharp every morning. You will scrub down the equipment and make sure that things are spotless before 7 a.m. That’s when Kylie and I will begin your training.”

JM: “Am I the only student in these classes?”

BC: “At Bridget O’Malley’s discretion, Josie will be joining you on occasion, but you are never to spar and if you lay so much as a finger on her, I’ll break that one and your other nine just to be sure.”

JM *taken aback*: “I would never.”

BC: “Good. Because I see potential in you. In the videos that you sent, I saw the valiant heart of your brother and a discipline in the ring that was almost robotic. I feel like that work is mostly done, my job is to improve your in-ring instincts. Kylie’s job will be … Have you met Kylie? KYLIE!”

*KYLIE stops the elliptical and walks over*

KYLIE: “Kylie Mignolio. You must be Sizzlechest’s younger brother. Josh? Jerry?”

JM: “It’s Jeff.”

KM: “I knew that. Beverly already has a file on you that’s a mile thick.”

BC: “Kylie!”

KM: “Spot the lie, sis.”

JM: “Ummmm. A file?”

BC: “Scouting, mostly, but also a background check from every nation you’ve ever set foot inside. If I allow you to be in the same building as Josie, you have already been vetted and cleared.”

KM: “That means she has dirt on people in OOWF that they don’t even know about.”

BC: “Kylie!”

KM: “Again. Spot the lie.”

BC: “As I was saying, Kylie will be responsible for your cardio training. Bridget will be around on occasion to work on your striking and ground game on top of what I will teach you. All I can say is this. Jeff, if you want to be the best wrestler that we can make you, this will be a breeze. If you think you already know everything, we will gladly prove you wrong. Now drop and give me 20!”

*JEFF looks puzzled for a second before taking off his jacket and dress shirt. As he is about to hit the mat, KYLIE looks at BEVERLY and mouths ‘He’s jacked’ while BEVERLY confidently nods As JEFF starts a push-up, BEVERLY halts him*

BC: “Jeff. That was a joke. This is not boot camp, though Kylie will gladly help you pick out new boots if you ever decide to change your gear. You bedroom is down the hall and to the right. I’d suggest heading there soon because 6 a.m. is coming fast.”

*BEVERLY pats JEFF on the shoulder and exits with KYLIE while JEFF looks around the training room in awe as the scene fades*

[Zed]

Zed is sitting in the Jacksonville International Airport, awaiting a flight to Charlotte, North Carolina. He is a little red around the ears, nose and neck, and if he weren't wearing a hoodie with the Daytona 500 logo emblazoned on it, you'd see his arms have also seen some sun in the past 24 hours. Someday, Zed will learn about the magical powers of sunscreen. Clearly, yesterday was not that day.
 
He pulls out his phone and discretely logs in to OOWF.TV, looking to catch up on the latest developments in Mac's attempt to revive the OOWF. He is stunned to see a GIANT ASS PROMOTIONAL GRAPHIC on the home page for Survival Sunday LIVE! from Jacksonville, Florida, including a match between Zed and Bryan Danielson.

His facial reaction is a combination of confusion, fear and irritation. He pulls out his phone, and his text conversation with Mac Flasher appears on the screen.

Z: I thought we had negotiated I would not be in the ring.

MF: Last minute change. Tony demanded it.

Z: You know I'm not in ring shape to face someone like Bryan. I haven't even taken a bump in four years. Hell, have we even heard from half of the people on this card? 

MF: All the more reason we've got to get you up to speed.

Z: Fine. Then I have your next negotiation for Tony.

MF: Oh?

Z: One of you fuckers has to find a way to get me from the JAX to the training center. Because I am not paying for this. 

MF: I'll take care of it.

Z: You are a horrible negotiator.

MF: I'll add that to the list.

Zed stands up, collects his backpack and carry-on bag, and walks away from the gate as we FADE.

[DevSop]

We fade in on a typical upper-class office/library where we see a relatively attractive woman sitting at the desk going through paperwork. Behind the desk hanging on the wall is a bunch of lucha libre style masks. All different designs and gimmicks. The relative attractive woman pulls out a fancy envelope from the incoming mailand we see the OOWF logo in the upper left corner. The woman opens the envelope and reads through the letter.

RAW: Hey Alex, looks like you got a booking for March 12th.

The camera pans over to a couch where a slightly disheveled and completely disinterested Alexander Darling is either on the cusp of falling asleep or waking up. But it's clear he isn't paying much attention to anything.

Alexander: Whatever. What gimmick?

RAW: Actually, this wasn't addressed to any of the gimmicks. It was directly to you. No masks.

Alexander: Not happening.

RAW: They're offering 5 times the normal rate. And it's a tag team match so you won't even have to do much.

Alexander: Whatever. Who cares? Put it on the calendar.

RAW: Do you want to know the company?

Alexander: It doesn't matter. It's another VFW Hall or high school gym. It's another meaningless match. Just tell me where I need to be and get the accommodations planned.

RAW: There is one other thing though...the booking request says Darling Twins...what's that about?

Alexander: A slight look passes over Alex's face...must be a mistake.

Alex drifts back off to sleep as the relatively attractive woman continues going through the mail and paperwork and starts looking for hotel and travel to Jacksonville, FL.

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene and INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA find MAC FLASHER inside the SPIN HANSEN Memorial Training Center, sporting a nice bandage on his forehead and some pretty gnarly facial bruising after his encounter with OOWF newcomer NUKE. While MAC is looking at his face in the mirror, another OOWF newcomer walks in and grabs his shoulders in a far more friendly mood than that of NUKE*

NEWCOMER: “Mac Flasher! It is an honor to be in the same company as one of OOWF’s former world champions.”

MAC *startled by the very welcoming and touchy greeting*: “Heyyyyyy person in this building whom I've never met. And you are?”

N: “I’m Pork. Six-foot-5 and 386 3/4 pounds of the purest wrestler you’ll ever see.”

MF: “Pork? From the indies? Glad to meet you since you don't seem like the attacking type.”

P: “No. No. No. I wouldn't do what Nuke did to you ... The pleasure belongs to me. I’m in the same room with a multiple-time world champion. When you were on top of the world, I was working two full-time jobs and wrestling across the midwest on the weekends. We had a roving gang of regulars in some of those armories, high schools, YMCAs and parking lots who wanted to be where you guys are. I’m just thrilled I’m here and that OOWF could be relaunching with my name on the roster!”

MF: “So how did you and … Well, all of these other new faces get here?”

P: “Once the rumors started that OOWF might make a return, we all got letters from an unnamed sender, but with an address that was registered as OOWF property. It was almost like getting an acceptance letter from Harvard without applying.”

MF: “Did you ever find out who sent it?”

P: “No. It’s the damnedest thing. We show up every day and some voice over the intercom instructs us on what we’re to do for that session. We never see anyone, but that person clearly sees us. We get corrected almost immediately if we do anything wrong. We can’t find a camera or window anywhere. Feels very Orwellian.”

MF: “Well, there are these invisible cameras that are basically everywhere.”

P: “Oooooooh, that is Orwellian. So that’s how they know that I’m eating three lunches a day.”

MF: “I reckon so. How many trainees are …”

VOICE BOOMING FROM THE CEILING: “ALL TRAINEES MUST REPORT TO THE RING AREA IMMEDIATELY. THIS IS NOT OPTIONAL.”

P: “Well, I guess break time is over.”

*PORK departs while MAC receives a text from a number marked as private scolding him for fraternizing with the trainees during training time as the scene fades*

[L!zz~]

<off sceen/not on oowf.tv. INCs cannot film Josie in her bedroom, bathroom, when she is with friends who are not part of the OoWf/minors and whatever other time comes in handy for anyone later>

If the INC were in there, we would see Josie was at her desk. Her fairly impressive, multi screen computer would show Alex's scene, which she downloaded and was examining with various apps and programs.

"Hmm" she said to himself. "He looks sad..when they mentioned his sister....interesting..."

Josie continued to mumble to herself till she was able to manipulate screen shots and decode his address..she smirked to herself and gave a little fist pump.

Writing the address down, she than hid all her work..she was her aunts niece and had learned a few things. And learned even more in their special travels.

Josie sat back. Reaching for her bowl of hot cheetos. She wasn't allowed them often but Zed had slipped her some as payment for taking care of some things while he was away.

Hopping up, she went to wash her hands, than grabbed a note book. Moving to her favorite spot she began to pen a letter..

"Dear Mr. Darling;

I hope this letter finds you well, but based on your appearance on oowf.tv, I don't think that is the case.

Oh I should introduce myself. This is Josephine (Josie) Mignolo. Maybe you remember me? My aunts are Kylie and Beverly. Anyway, I've spent a lot of time searching the internet and
Umm...other sources for any sign of you. Titi Bev told me you were ok and not to worry so I guess she knew something she didn't want to share, but I worried anyway. It wasn't like you to just disappear.

You look like you need a friend. I mean I'm only 11 so can't really be a friend but here at the ZeBevKy compound everyone is welcome (except Mac). I know you would be too. There is lots of room, and privacy. We have a state of the art gym, a tennis court, Tio Zed put in a pickleball court, a bar, a gigantic kitchen and gadgets galore..

I know what it's like to feel sad and maybe a little confused. It's probably harder as an adult because you understand more and there's no one to protect you or make decisions for you.

When the OOWF closed, someone I loved dearly (and still do) stopped being in my life (not just cause of our travels) and it hurt. A lot..still does..I was angry and wanted to hurt others but I had my family and friends to help me. So what I'm saying is if you need a friend we are here. Bridget just moved in and a new guy named Jeff..he's Sizzlechest brother..

Anyway. I better end this and find a way to mail it. Oh here's our address...


Josie wrote in the address, signed it Fondly, Josie..folded it up, addressed the envelope and than sat back.

She needed to figure out how to get it to the mailman with out anyone knowing.

[Jack Quinn]

<Cut to the Quinn residence where Jack is in the basement, which has been converted into an impressive gym. Jack is sparring with someone, working on some MMA take downs and reversals when Kali comes down the steps>

K: Jack, it's almost time

J: <nodding> Ok, let's break for today, come back tomorrow and we will work some more.

<Jack shakes the man's hand and he leaves, Jack walks over to the bench and does a quick series of crunches before getting up>

J: I don't know if there's time

K: You're in better shape now than you've ever been in in your life

J: It's not like riding a bike....

K: It's EXACTLY like riding a bike

J: <thinking for a moment> What if they don't accept this

K: <sitting on the bench in front of Jack and grabbing his face> You're Jack Goddamn Quinn. When have you EVER cared about what others think?

<Jack nods his head and takes Kali's hand and they head up the stairs to head to the porch and sunset>

[Fire-Babe]

Firewoman and Lucky arrive at the "office" they've been assigned to a the AEW Centre (whatever it's called). It's little bigger than a closet. Lucky shakes his head and starts to go it, when Fire stops him. She walks down the hall and sees a much bigger and even emptier room. It actually has two desks and chairs already. She puts the box down she's carrying and calls Lucky to come down there. They begin to unpack their stuff. Tony Khan comes in.

TK: Oh, no no no, your office is down the hall.

FW: THAT is a closet that is smaller than the one Rabbxt used to stay in. This is our office.

TK: Now, we shouldn't get off on the wrong foot here--

FW: Oh, I am getting off on just the right foot. We've never actually spoken directly so let me start. I am Firewoman--

TK: Charming. May I call you Li-

FW: My brother doesn't even call me that, so you may definitely not. You may call me Firewoman and that's it. Ms. Firewoman if you want to be respectful.

TK: I'd never want to be anything but!

FW: Great, so that's number 1. Number 2 is that "we" don't use the royal "we" in my presence. Pronouns matter, despite what your dumbass governor has to say about it. Own your words.

TK: Well, we are a bit testy--

FW: Lucky? Write that down. One violation of rule #2.

Lucky looks at her in surprise and then scours around for something to write on and with.

L: One.. uh... Rule 2 infraction?

FW: Thank you. Rule #3, you are not to have any conversations with my staff or talent without Lucky or me present.

Khan begins to fume.

FW: Rule #4--

TK: Can you just give me a list, I have a--

FW: Rule #4. DON'T INTERRUPT ME.

L: Do you want me to write that down?

FW: Hm? Eh no, I technically didn't tell him that yet, so we have to be fair.

L: Got it.

TK: How very egalitarian of you. How many of these are there?

FW: As many as I need to come up with to keep me and mine safe and ensure our level playing field. These 4 should do for now.

TK: And if I don't agree?

FW: We walk, you lose any possibility of access to our library and characters and whatever else it is you're angling for.

TK: That'd be breach of contract.

FW: True, it would be, but you have NO IDEA how long a stubborn person like me can keep you tied up in court, bleeding you dry.

TK: ...

FW: ...

TK: Fine.

FW: This is the OOWF office then?

TK: ......yes....

FW: Great! So a few other things...

TK: Uh huh.

FW: First, I'll need a room for our referees, as indicated in the revised contract. Mr. Creech and Mr. Barros will be arriving next week.

TK: That room down the hall that ---

FW: No, again, that's a closet and there's mop buckets in it.

TK: On wheels!

FW: No. Second, I'll be having a significant number of supplies delivered here from North Carolina. I need someone to see to it they are delivered to THIS office immediately. Unopened.

TK: We have office supply stores here.

FW: I am spending the least amount of money possible in this xenophobic state. I'll gladly spend extra for shipping rather than contribute to the tax base paying your wanna-be bargain basement fascist government.

TK: ....

FW: ....

TK: Well, I don't work for you, you seem to forget.

FW: No, but the people who will be receiving the shipments do, so if you can pass that along, that'd be great. I will of course be holding you responsible for any loss or damages.

TK: *sarcastically* Of course. Do I need to be excused? Is that Rule #5?

Fire looks as if she's considering it.

FW: Naw, you can stick around while we unpack if you want, it's your building.

Khan storms out.

L: *mockingly* "I don't work for you"

FW: *annoyed* Not yet....

[Zed]

Zed is on an exercise bike in the Spin Hansen Memorial Training Center as a voice calls out from behind him.

V: Is that who I think it is?

Zed looks over his shoulder while maintaining his stride and sees a younger, athletic man in workout gear carrying an NC State bag.

Z: I guess that depends on who you think I am.

V: I can't tell you how great it is to see you, Zed.

Z: Well, we'll see how long you'll be seeing me.

V: Oh, it won't be long. I'm going to retire you.

Now Zed stops pedaling, letting out a soft laugh before stepping off the bike and facing the new guy.

Z: You'll have to forgive me, I didn't watch much wrestling during my time away. What's your name?

V: Sean Franklin. I'd say I'm surprised you've never heard of me, since you're a UNC guy and I wrestled at NC State.

Z: Oh, someone from back home, that's nice.

SF: But you're not even a real wrestler so I'm not actually surprised.

Z: Wait, was that a sports entertainment dig or a washed-up dig?

SF: Take it however you want, it was mostly a 'You suck and I'm going to end your career' dig.

Z: Did I run over your dog or something? I'm so confused.

SF: Oh, it's not personal. I'm just here to show everyone what a true wrestler looks like. You're just a convenient target. You don't even want to be here, you've said so yourself. 

Zed's phone chimes, and he reads a text message.

Z: Look, I'd love to get to know you better and figure out if there's something more to you than some cheap talk and a red singlet with an ugly logo on it, but Josie needs help on her homework, so I'm gonna split. I'll see you around.

SF: Yeah, go help the kid with her homework while taking an ice bath, one-time. Just don't say I didn't warn you.

Z: Sure thing, bud.

Zed walks away, giving Josie a call as we FADE.

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene and INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA find AWESOME BILL FROM DAWSONVILLE and JUSTIN SANE as they’re prepping the always-open Nowhere Bar, Grille and PCPL Repository for its late-afternoon rush, which is usually just BILL and JUSTIN playing one of the many parlor games, but today is different as a SHADOWY FIGURE walks in*

AWESOME BILL: “Excuse me. Is you from the state or is you here for customerification?”

SHADOWY FIGURE: “I ain’t here from no damn state. I’m here to find a place to hang out when I ain't rasslin'.”

JUSTIN: “Wait. I think she’s one of the trainees.”

AB: “But she ain’t lookifying like that Thomas feller.”

JS: “Thomas?”

AB: “Yous know? That Thomas feller from the trainy cartoons.”

SF: “I ain’t no dang train. I’m Katie Bardoor, the three-time reigning Nebraska pig-tossing champion.”

AB: “Is you here to fight, drink or eat?”

KB: “I’d like to do all three before I gotta go back to the training center.”

JS: “OK. So you look the part and you talk the part, but I’m not sure we can trust you in our Michelin no-star establishment.”

AB: “I’ll give this fine lady the test.”

*AWESOME BILL hands a barstool to KATIE and turns his back to her with his arms outstretched. KATIE shrugs and clocks AWESOME BILL with the stool, shattering it into dozens of pieces as the two engage in a very intense 10-minute roll-around-on-the-floor fist fight that ends with both KATIE and AWESOME BILL laughing and smiling at each other. The two help each other up as a bloody AWESOME BILL wraps his arm around a bruised KATIE. All of this goes down while JUSTIN is very confused and speechless*

AB: “I likes her. She passes. Katie Bardoor, yous gets the VIP servicification.”

*AWESOME BILL motions for KATIE to take a seat at the bar as he personally goes behind it to find the finest jug in the PCPL special-occasion reserve. AWESOME BILL pours two glasses, one for KATIE and the other for himself. They clink glasses, chug and slam them down as the scene fades*

[Jack Quinn]

<We cut back to the Nowhere Bar, Grille & PCPL Repository where Ellie May is chatting with Katie while Bill downs a quart of PCPL and Opus and Justin play cards. Just then Pork walks in>

P: Hey guys, I was just looking for......

<Katie sees Pork, grabs Bill's jar of PCPL, downs the rest, gives Bill a left hook and yanks his belt off before he hits the ground, in another swift move, she grabs Pork, slams him to the ground and hog ties him with Bill's belt in a matter of seconds>

K: THAT is how it's done!

ABFD: <rubbing his jaw and holding up his pants> HAWT DAMN SON! DID YOU SEE THAT!

JS: Wow. I would say that is a record.

EMFE: Katie, that was impressive, you are welcome here anytime!

<They all turn and head to the bar, leaving Pork lying on the floor>

P: Ummm, guys?

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene and INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA find JEFF MANGYUNIKU deep into a training session with BRIDGET O’MALLEY. JEFF has just completed a grappling drill with a weighted dummy when BRIDGET stands the dummy up*

BRIDGET: “So, what do you call your finishing strike?”

JEFF: “Kaze Ni Nare. It means ‘become the wind.’”

BO’M: “Well, let me see it.”

*JEFF grabs an arm of the dummy before unleashing a ripcord lariat, sending the dummy skidding across the training room*

B’OM: “You didn’t hit it flush enough. Again.”

*JEFF fetches the dummy, sets it up and delivers another ripcord lariat, this time pinwheeling it to the mat in front of him*

BO’M: “Again.”

*JEFF picks up the dummy and obliges, this time sending the dummy flat on its back*

BO’M: “Again!”

*JEFF picks up the dummy, screams and delivers a ripcord lariat that tears the head clean off of the dummy, dropping BRIDGET's jaw to the floor*

BO’M: “OK. That was awesome.”

JM: “You think so, Sensei O’Malley?”

BO’M: “Yeah. That needs to be on your OOWFTron video when you debut. Also, Bridget is fine.”

JM: “I will keep that in mind. I guess I will clean up my mess if you have no further instruction.”

BO’M: “Oh. You’re done for today. I don’t think anything is topping ripping the head off of Mac … I mean, that dummy.”

JM: “Wait. Did you imagine that dummy to be … Actually, I’d prefer to not know what that was about.”

*JEFF departs to get the cleaning supplies and a bag to stuff the dummy inside as BRIDGET slips into the hallway and grabs her phone, making a call that immediately goes to voicemail*

BO’M: “Beverly, it’s Bridget. I think he’s ready and I will totally replace the dummy that he exploded when that first OOWF check comes in. Just don’t get too mad at Jeff over it, I personally needed to see that.”

*BRIDGET disconnects the call as the scene fades*

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene and INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA find ZED and MAC FLASHER sitting at a table with cards strewn all over the place as ZED is looking at recently tossed dice before looking at the card in his hand and then finding a corresponding result on a large card propped at the center*

ZED: “Oh. Damn it. Double play. That’s like the third time I’ve rolled into one to end an inning.”

MAC: “At least you’re getting guys on base to roll into those double plays. My bats have gone ice cold since that home run in the second.”

Z: “You know? I never thought you’d be a cards-and-dice gamer, I thought someone would be prying a controller from your cold, dead fingers at some point.”

MF: “You get a lot of time during a pandemic and suddenly you find new interests, or at least rekindle one from your teenage geek years.”

Z: “Yo man, I get it. So we’re what, top of the sixth?”

MF: “Yeah. Still tied at 2. I’ve got Oneil Cruz, Bryan Reynolds and Jack Suwinski due up.”

*ZED hands the dice to MAC as BRIDGET O’MALLEY storms into the room*

BRIDGET: “Just … Just … What the hell is this?”

MF: “Strat-O-Matic Baseball. Just got the 2022 season cards in the mail today.”

BO’M: “I don’t give a damn about whatever it is that you’re doing here, I’m more concerned about why you’re here.”

Z: “I invited him.”

BO’M: “Does the ‘No Macs Allowed’ sign mean anything to either of you? Josie and I worked for two hours to make it, I’m still finding glitter in my hair, and you just gleefully ignored it!”

Z: “Actually, I never use that entrance. I’m in the southern wing of the compound and I usually use Door 18 to enter. Mac just followed me in here and since part of my name is actually used to name this compound, I thought I had the autonomy to invite anyone I chose to play a damn board game during my free …”

*BRIDGET swipes her hand across the table, knocking everything within her reach to the floor*

BO’M: “NO MACS ALLOWED! LEAVE!”

MF *looking at the cards, dice and other pieces on the floor*: “So I’ll just accept a forfeit win here.”

Z: “We’ll finish this later. Probably at your place.”

*MAC hastily gathers what he can from the floor, places the items in a box and hurries out the door under a glaring scowl of BRIDGET as the scene fades*

[L!zz~]

<fade to outside of ZeBevKy compound we see Josie running after Mac>

"Mac! MAC!" She called as she hurried to catch up with him.

Mac stopped, sighing, he turned but kept his distance."I know. I know..no Macs allowed. I'm leaving. "

Josie rolled her eyes. "I see that but I need a favor."

Mac looked at her, "let me get this straight, you're making signs forbidding me from entering but need a favor? That's kinda....on brand for this company. What's up? Is it home work? I don't do home work.."

Josie cut him off. "No Tio Zed helped me with my homework and I got an email that I'm stating remote Math classes with Opus."

"The penguin is going to ...never mind..what's this favor than?"

Josie held out and envelope. "I need you to mail what's inside. Don't open it where anyone can see. And don't use the information contained inside for your own benefit."

Mac was clearly amused. "You're definitely related to your aunt. Ok, put the envelope down and back away. I'll pick it up when you're out of reach."

Josie did so but laughed. "What do you think I'm going to do?"

Mac could think of many things but he refrained from listing them "I'm familiar with the women in your life, I'm sure you learned a few tricks. "

Mac waited till Josie was safely out of reach than went and picked up the envelope, putting it in his back pack. Lifting two fingers to his forehead he saluted Josie and turned to leave.

Josie watched him go, hearing Zed call for her ran off, calling back "Coming Tio!"

<fade>

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene and INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA find PORK still hogtied on the floor at the Nowhere Bar, Grille and PCPL Repository. As he tries to roll off his back, loud clanging noises can be heard from the kitchen before AWESOME BILL FROM DAWSONVILLE and KATE BARDOOR burst through the saloon doors while chasing down DRUNKEY and DRUNKETTE. The two donkeys run to safety as KATIE trips over PORK. KATIE, having consumed more PCPL in a day than most can handle in a lifetime, glances at PORK and laughs while AWESOME BILL helps her up*

PORK: “Oh. Finally. One of you can untie me. This isn’t really all that comfortable and I’m pretty sure that this belt is made of …”

*AWESOME BILL and KATIE keep walking in pursuit with JUSTIN SANE emerging from the kitchen to join the chase of DRUNKEY and DRUNKETTE, all completely ignoring PORK*

P: “Guys? Guys! Guys …”

*AWESOME BILL and KATIE exit the camera’s view while PORK struggles to free himself as the scene fades*