[DrMcAwesome]

OOWF Saturday Slam – June 17, 2023
OOWF Arena – Asheville, North Carolina

• No-disqualification match: Zed vs. Sean Franklin

• OOWF World Championship: Lexie Darling (c) vs. Diego “Pop” Roxton

• OOWF Intercontinental Championship: Awesome Bill From Dawsonville (c) vs. Jack Quinn

• Bridget O’Malley vs. Nuke
(Mac Flasher, Annie and Adam Jennings are banned from ringside)

• “King” Pete Quick and Angie DelPetro vs. Shoken Dojo (PORK and Katie Bardoor)

• Kylie Mignolio vs. Alexander Darling

• Mac Flasher vs. Sandra Fallon

• Non-title match: The Woodsmen vs. The Royal Guard

• Beverly Cambridge and Jeff Mangyuniku vs. The Battling Baristas

Card subject to someone else daring to use Firewoman's birth name

[Sportsguy]

We go backstage to an angry Lindsay McAllister.

Lindsay: I want Saraya, Toni Storm, Ruby Soho, Tony Kahn and any and every one else from AEW watching this to look into my eyes and pay very close attention. I never really interacted with Beverly during my time here, but I think she's an absolutely tremendous talent. And despite the complicated history between Alexis and myself I do still consider her a friend. And you attacked them both. You came into OUR arena, interfered in what should have been a hell of a main event and then issued us a challenge. Well... I can't speak for the Commisioner or the rest of the roster but as far as I'm concerned you're on. Fire, consider me back. And if you do decide to accept this challenge put my name down. Whether it's a one on one match or the Queens of Royalty doing a temporary reunion- I'm now motivated to show AEW what the OOWF is all about.

FADE

[Fire-Babe]

Firewoman is ...calmly walking? to medical. She gets an update on Justin from the hospital. She checks on Jeff, and pats Shizuru's shoulder. She walks over to her brother.

FW: Well?

JQ: Came to ... *cough* ... finish the job?

FW: Shouldn't we retire that joke?

JQ: Fine by me....

FW: .....so....Justin.

Fire's eyes lock to his, and they share a silent moment.

FW: Okay. All I needed to know. Don't be jerk to my medical staff.

JQ: Me?

Fire barely smirks, and then turns to leave medical. IMMEDIATELY, she almost bumps into Adam Jennings.

AJ: Oh, pardon me, Madam General Mana-

FW: I have no time for you now. Understand this. if you wanna hang out ringside and interfere in matches, I'm going to put you on the card. You can get in the ring and see how much that sparkles for you.

AJ: Hey--

Fire ignores him and continues to her office. She kicks out the glass in the automatic doors that WON'T OPEN EVER, without waiting to see if they do, and makes her way through the glass, a few shards cutting her arm. She gets to the office.

Lucky: I thought I heard you.. So, your realtor called --

Lucky follows her into her office as she no-sells his existence.

FW: Tell him I don't want to hear from him until there's a "Sold" sign and I have to do the paperwork.

L: Right, but--

Firewoman walks up to Happy Deth Bat 3 on the wall and looks at it for a moment... then grabs it and interrupts Lucky again.

FW: Has Khan left the building?

L: I... don't know?

FW: I pay you to know these things.

L: You do not--

FW: If he's still here.... make sure he doesn't leave.

L: ... okay. Kidnapping a major sports executive. Cool.

FW: You get a raise if you put him in the same room with Quick. And call my neurologist.

Firewoman storms back out, HDB3 slung over her shoulder. Lucky barely shrugs and goes his new to-do list.

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene and INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA find MAC FLASHER in his gaming room as a doorbell rings. MAC, while startled at the idea of an unexpected visitor, cautiously walks to the door, still showing the effects of ANNIE’s bite as he has to steady himself before opening the door to ZED, who isn’t looking his best after his encounter with SEAN FRANKLIN from the night before*

ZED *while handing MAC a bag*: “Figured you could use a burger and fries.”

MAC: “You heard that I downloaded ‘Super Mega Baseball 4,’ didn’t you?”

Z: “Look, I need to unwind too. Just hand me a damn controller.”

*a montage follows as MAC and ZED play for what feels like days as MAC pauses a game to get a water bottle. As MAC returns, the conversation picks up*

MF: “So … Have you thought about what the hell it is that we’re doing here?”

Z: “In your apartment. I think it’s pretty clear that I’m kicking your ass because you can’t let breaking pitches alone.”

MF: “No, dick. I meant here in OOWF. I think the expectation was that we were going to carry the OOWF banner in the reboot and it’s clear that we’re not quite setting the world ablaze with our match results.”

Z: “Look. You’re the one who wanted this and dragged all of us back in, I don’t need you changing your mind because you lost interest. I put too much of myself into this return that you had to sell me on.”

MF: “No, I’m not losing interest. I’m just losing faith in my abilities. Five years ago, I’m holding the OOWF World Championship. Yesterday, I’m getting some kind of diluted rattlesnake venom in my arm because some rookie and his girlfriend manager chose me as the first pelt he wants to put on his wall.”

Z: “I mean, that bite wasn’t supposed to go to you, though. Annie was about to hit Bridget with whatever the hell that was.”

MF: “Because they knew I’d take that bullet if I was capable of hopping in front. They keep playing me like a fiddle, and I just … I just sing the notes they want to hear.”

Z: “So you’re saying that you’d prefer the alternative of 37 getting that bite and getting poisoned? I know things between you are still real rocky, but holy hell that’s dark and twisted.”

MF: “That’s not what I’m saying. They know that I’d do what I can so that minimal harm comes to her. Nuke, Annie and Nuke’s dad know this. Bridget still thinks that I’m just setting her up to repeat Johnstown.”

Z: “She kicks her ass over pushing you to that every day. My room is next to hers in The ZeBevKy Compound. Whomever she talks to on the phone for three hours each night just gets to hear that story over and over, but let’s talk about something a little more whimsical.”

MF: “OK, hit me with it.”

Z: “Obviously, we’re at different points. You see Nuke as some nuisance. As some personification of the bullying you experienced as a kid. You want to be rid of him and move on to the next thing instead of confronting this issue head on and showing that you’re better at this wrestling thing than he is. Annie and that Adam guy are convenient distractions because if you fall short when not giving your best, you can point to them and say that you’d have won, but … I’ve got this kid who kicked my ass last night. There’s no way to spin it. He was better than me in almost every facet. I got off on a technicality that he deserved to have fall his way in our previous meeting. Then he loses it and just kicks my ass more until officials and security pull him off of me. What has that done? Sean Franklin has convinced me that I am a serious wrestler and while I might have my fun here or there, there’s a Zed that needs to show himself a bit more between those ropes every other Saturday. Will that lead me to the top of the mountain? That’s hard to say because the top tier at this place is very crowded. I just know that as long as you allow yourself to spin your wheels with Nuke and his pop-punk posse, you’re just going to sit here and reminisce about what things were like when you gave a damn.”

MF: “You’re saying that I don’t give a damn now?”

Z: “I’m just saying that you can’t be bothered to care unless you feel slighted. Nuke just hasn’t bullied you properly in your eyes. It’s not fitting your narrative. This is just paint-by-numbers self-defense so that you don’t look like a geek.”

MF: “I think I liked this visit better when you were spamming curveballs out of the zone.”

Z: “Look, if the truth is not your thing, I’m sure Pete Quick could use the help. I’m just telling you that you’re never going to be the Mac Flasher you still can be while allowing yourself to be bogged down with people who only know to pluck the same damn strings because you will always give the desired response.”

*ZED places his controller on the coffee table, grabs a chip from the bowl and exits as the scene fades*

[Jack Quinn]

<an orderly finishes stitching the gash in Jack's head, while another doctor comes in and gives him a rather hurried concussion exam. He finishes and Jack slides off the table and stands, a bit unsteady, but no one moves to help him>

Doc: No symptoms of a concussion this time. Looks like you'll live. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go make sure they have all of Justin's blood cleaned off the floor......

J: Doc, I didn't do it

Doc: Spare me Mr. Quinn, I have sewn up enough of your victims to know your handiwork when I see it.

<the doc turns and leaves, Jack sighs heavily and slumps his shoulders and walks out. As he walks down the hall, he pases by the Nowhere Bar, Grille & PCPL Repository, on the door there is a sign: BANNED! JACK QUINN (PORK, Katie and Kali are still allowed!). Jack looks at the memorial set up for Justin, complete with piles of flowers, lit candles and a framed picture of Justin in the hospital, covered in head to toe in bandages, hanging in traction. A few mourners look up at Jack and glare at him, Jack sighs again and moves on. As he gets to the door of Shokan Dojo, he sees it is smeared with garbage and someone has sprayed DIE JACK DIE on the door. Jack walks inside and looks around, but the Dojo is completely empty. He heads into his office and closes the door, grabs a bottle of whiskey and a glass and sits down at the desk. He is about to pour a drink when he sees a sheet of paper on the desk.......

EVERYONE HATES YOU

..... Jack slides the glass aside and takes a long drink out of the bottle and slumps in his chair as we fade to black>

[Fire-Babe]

Firewoman answers her cell phone.

FW: Good job...what about the other one....okay, fine.

She hangs up and abruptly changes direction. After a few hallways she comes to a door with chair propped under the handle.

FW: Nice...old school.

Fire takes HDB3 and violently knocks the chair aside, smashing it in the process. She opens the door, stepping over the ruins of the chair.

Inside is basically a supply room, which has towels, bottles of soap and shampoo, some cleaning supplies...and one Pete Quick.

PQ: What the...Oh, it's you. Our locker room is out of soap, and I come in here and some joker bars the door....I'm thinking Katie given the motif, so you should go .... write her up, or whatever counts for discipline around here.

Fire shuts the door behind her.

FW: It was actually my assistant, Lucky.

PQ: Figures....sniveling lapdog--

FW: See this is the fun part. I love it when the newbies don't realize just how well-connected Lucky is. I sometimes forget myself, really.

PQ: Do you mean...."connnected" connected?

FW: That is neither here nor there. I asked him to make you stay put someplace because you see, Mr. Quick. We have a problem.

PQ: I'll say....your brother is either a menace or a fake.

FW: I misspoke. I have a problem, Mr. Quick, and that problem is you.

PQ: Oh... fine....go ahead, yell at me all you want...you and I both know that this is what makes pro wrestling amazing. The swerves, the attacks from nowhere--

FW: Do you like baseball Mr. Quick?

PQ: It's... it's okay....

FW: It's not my favorite. But I know the rules....Do you know the rules, Mr. Quick?

PQ: Yeah....I guess... I mean, who doesn't know the rules of baseball.

FW: So if you're up at bat... you're standing there at the plate, kinda like....well, kinda like I am here... *Fire uses HDB3 to strike the pose of a batter in the box ... what's your goal?

PQ: ....to.... to hit the ball?

FW: Yep....and if I swing...like, like this... Fire swings, not coming close to hitting anyone or anything...and miss....what's that called?

PQ: *slowly and sarcastically* A striiiiike.

FW: GOOOooood, goood..... and how many of those do you get.

PQ: In one at-bat? Three.....and then you're out.

FW: I'm so so glad you follow me here. Okay.... *standing back normally, and pointing HDB3 at Pete*.... YOU, Mr. Quick are already on two strikes.

PQ: How you figure that.

FW: Well.... strike one...

Fire swings HDB3 and destroys the shelving unit that is to Pete's left. Various liquids go everywhere. Pete jumps, in spite of himself, throwing his arms up to protect his head.

FW: Justin Sane.

PQ: Hey...THAT WAS YOUR BROTHER!

FW: I know my brother. I looked into his eyes. I may not believe this miracle reformation of his, but I know he didn't attack Justin. Moose never shies away from taking credit for his work.

PQ: Whatev--

FW: Strike 2.

Fire swings HDB3 again, demolishing the shelving unit on Pete's right. He ducks and covers again as paper towels and toilet paper rolls go everywhere.

PQ: WHAT????

FW: Jeff Mangyuniku.

PQ: *defiant, but rattled* THAT was in the context of a match that YOU DECIDED UPON, and is a classic wrestling moment!!

Fire points the bat at Pete.

FW: You're on two. And knowing you, I have no doubt you'll get strike three soon, and it will totally sparkle with me.

PQ: ...

Fire shoulders HDB3 and opens the door.

FW: Oh, uh... there's some toilet paper by your left foot...you know...if you need it.

Fire slams out the door and continues to her next destination.

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene and INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA find HUNTER and DAKOTA – THE WOODSMEN – as they come across a single illuminated room inside the Shokan Dojo. The duo cautiously approaches and through the garbage strewn throughout the building to see JACK QUINN slumped in his office chair, presumably fucked-in-half drunk, but still very aware of who stands in the doorway*

JACK: “I guess you two found me again. You can tell my sister that I’m safe and sound in the dojo that I built.”

HUNTER: “Jack Woodsman! Free yourself of the shackles of this unfounded guilt, Dakota and I know that you were not the attacker of Mr. Sane.”

*DAKOTA nods*

JQ: “Why do you believe me? Why are you the only ones.”

H: “Jack Woodsman. You are an honorary member of The Woodsmen … *the duo strikes a pose as HUNTER places his hand across his brow as if he’s searching for something in the distance while DAKOTA plays fanfare on a kazoo shaped to look like a small Alphorn as he appears to be stepping on an imaginary rock* “… The Woodsmen would never attack in cold blood. As Jack Woodsman, you carry honor and virtue in that title.”

DAKOTA: “Mr. Jack Woodsman, look no further than your work with Mr. PORK and young Kathryn Bardoor. You accepted two souls into your world to pass on your knowledge. To attack Mr. Sane would go against your teachings to those under your tutelage.”

JQ: “That’s not quite the evidence I’m going to need in a court of public opinion that has already convicted me.”

H: “By Joe! That’s it!”

JQ: “What’s it?”

H: “Jack Woodsman. We present your case in the court of Mr. John Law. Dakota here was in pre-law before accepting his life as a man of nature.”

D: “I … Was?”

H *elbowing DAKOTA while leaning in close*: “Yes you were.”

D: “Oh … I very much was! I was at the top of my class at my homeschool!”

JQ: “Guys … I’m not sure this will get off the ground. There’s paperwork. There’s …”

H: Jack Woodsman … Bully!”

JQ: “Bully?”

H: “Bully!”

JQ: “Bully.”

H: “BULLY!”

JQ: “Bully!”

*HUNTER and JACK continue this exchange for the next 10 minutes with DAKOTA also joining in until JACK is very much on board with the patched-together idea*

H, D and JQ *in unison while all pounding on JACK’s desk*: “BULLY! BULLY! BULLY! BULLY!”

H: “So it is settled. We will file a request for a trial to absolve you of this heinous crime, but we must get to work now, so we bid you a fair adieu. Until we meet again, trust The Woodsmen.”

*the duo strikes the same pose as HUNTER places his hand across his brow as if he’s searching for something in the distance while DAKOTA plays fanfare on a kazoo shaped to look like a small Alphorn as he appears to be stepping on an imaginary rock while the scene fades*

[Fire-Babe]

Fire has made her way back to her office. She throws HDB3 on the latte bar, expertly (or just coincidentally maybe) missing the espresso machine. She paces a bit running her fingers through her hair. Lucky comes in.

FW: WELL????

L: Geez, settle down. Khan is a bit smarter that Quick and left the building almost immediately. I have feelers out for where he may have gone.

FW: Good let me know when you've tracked him down.

L: ....to...do....what?

FW: If you think I'm going to let that smug ass bully his way in here and disrupt one of my shows you don't know who you're working for.

L: I very much do know who I am working for, and I think you need be more strategic about this. I mean, if he wants to be humiliated twice, why not?

FW: He needs to be sorry he ever...EVER came at me... us....whatever. VERY. SORRY.

L: And he will be.

FW: Great. Is that it?

L: No. While I was playing bloodhound I also made that appointment with Dr. Arce. They wanted to know what for.

FW: And what did you say?

L: I said I didn't know, but I think I DO know and if it is what I think it is you should really talk to--

FW: Okay, okay, I will, I will.... that it?

L: No, I relayed the message to your realtor who insists you think about having a word with the ghost jazz band. They keep scaring buyers away.

FW: I don't want to go back there.

L: Why are you even selling it?

FW: Because we don't need three houses. Because I feel...... more at peace in my mountain log cabin than I ever have...

L: ....

FW: And... that's a part of my past I should have let go of a long time ago.

L: Fair enough...

FW: In my desk there's a card for a mambo I worked with there. She can talk to the ghost band. Give her a call.

L: Okay then I'll...Fire...why are you bleeding?

FW: Huh?

Lucky shows her the arm where she cut herself on the glass door.

FW: Oh.... that.

L: "That" is really deep. Okay, let's go to medical and get some stitches.

FW: It's probably fine.

L: It's not fine there's...look, there's blood drops all down the hallway.

FW: Oh..well, uh.. make sure that gets cleaned up.

L: *sarcastically* Yes, ma'am.

Fire rolls her eyes at him as they step through shattered door.

FW: Probably should call Eco to get that fixed.

L: Stop talking, you're just making it bleed more...

Fire argues that isn't even remotely physically possible, as their conversation fades out of earshot as they walk towards the doctor.

[DevSop]

**OOWF Interview Room**

Alexis Darling is standing next to one of the new interviewers.

NI: You asked for this time champ?

Lexie: I did and I'm going to keep it simple as I have a few things I need to mention.

First, Beverly, anytime...anywhere you want your rematch, you got it. Last night was bullshit.

Second, Thank you Lindsay.

Third, Saraya Knight...you and I have history. I thought we were friends. I know it was probably just business last night and based on my history, I can't say I don't deserve a little payback from outside sources. I'm a manipulator. I'm a backstabber. I get all that. But you've now poked the Queen. Get your Outcasts together and bring the fight. I have never backed down from one of those and you will remember why I'm the Ice Queen.

And finally, while I'd rather not have to deal with you Moosehead Jack, I am not hiding from you either. You want a shot at this *pats the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship,* all you need to do is ask. And you can sign the contract Jack Quinn for all I care. I am not afraid of either of you and I am not running from anyone.

Booyah.

*Fade*

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene and INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA find HUNTER and DAKOTA – THE WOODSMEN – as they are both furiously scribbling notes in their legal pads at the makeshift office of Dakota’s Homeschool Law as ANGIE DELPETRO strolls in, quickly making her presence known by putting her cigarette out on HUNTER’s notepad, mere inches from his hand*

HUNTER: “Young lady, I apologize, but we will not be fraternizing with those so closely linked to the man antagonizing Jack Woodsman.”

ANGIE: “Don’t flatter yourself, you meathead. I’m just here to pass a message from the counsel of ‘King’ Pete Quick.”

DAKOTA: “Ms. Angie, be assured that we will review the message in due time, for now Hunter and I need to assemble notes for our case to prove the innocence of Mr. Jack Woodsman.”

AD: “Fair enough, boys.”

*ANGIE drops a padded envelope marked ‘$$$’ on the desk as neither member of The Woodsmen seem to notice to really pound home what’s going on*

AD: “Just answer a question for me, boys. Are you working pro bono for that psychopath?”

H: “Young Angie, while I do not know what music preferences have to do with our legal work, our opinions about the stylings of Sonny Bono are fairly neutral at best.”

AD: “Well, I’ll be on my way. See you in court.”

*ANGIE departs and steps away from the makeshift office when she takes her phone from her purse and makes a call*

AD: “Petey, baby. Those two are a couple of mooks. We … You should win this case without lifting a finger.”

*back to the inside of the office where DAKOTA examines the envelope, but does not open it*

D: “Ms. Angie must have forgotten this envelope. Should I see if she’s still nearby?”

H: “Egads! She’ll be out of her mind when she knows this very important letter is missing. While we mustn’t extend any courtesies to those who are seeking to ruin the good name of Jack Woodsman, we do owe her the honesty that we are reputed for the world over. Let us stow this package away and present this to Judge John Law and explain to him these circumstances as the trial begins.”

D: “Capital idea!”

H: “Indeed.”

*HUNTER and DAKOTA continue their work after DAKOTA places the envelope in his briefcase as the scene fades*

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene and INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA find ‘KING’ PETE QUICK standing in a studio with a giant board behind him as he speaks to a camera fixed solely on him*

PETE: “So far, we’ve been able to raise almost $200 to help offset the medical costs incurred when the pure, innocent and lovable Justin Sane was brutally attacked by Jack Quinn this past Saturday. I’ve been told that Justin’s injuries from that attack were so severe that I’m being told he may never win another match in OOWF ever again. Truly tragic. With your help, however, we can give Justin Sane a life free of the medical debt created by the selfish acts of Moosehead … Erm, I mean Jack Quinn, a man so consumed in his hatred of me, that he cannot stand the idea of others fighting me before he can. All I need you wonderful viewers at home to do is call or text the number on your screen and give generously. It’s what Justin Sane would do for you.”

*the big board behind PETE updates from $194 to $195*

PQ: “Another HUGE contribution! Thank you …” *PETE squints* “Alexander, from West Palm Beach. Truly a GOATed donation. Folks watching at home or streaming OOWF.tv on your mobile devices, you can make the difference that I wish to see in this world. A future for Justin Sane that won’t involve worrying about medical costs, so that he can be free to … Whatever he does to the best of his abilities. Because Justin is all of us. There’s a little Justin Sane in each and every wrestler in OOWF and in every fan who supports this company. While Mac Flasher claims to be the working-class hero of OOWF when he can be bothered to remember that it’s his gimmick, Justin Sane lives that life as a bar-back at Nowhere Bar, Grille and PCPL Repository, a place that has correctly banned Jack Quinn to protect its staff and patrons. Patrons such as Angie Delpetro, who is standing by with her testimony on how the actions of Jack Quinn have affected her.”

*the feed jumps to ANGIE DELPETRO in a room by herself*

ANGIE: “When Pete first told me that Justin was going to get attacked, I wondered why Justin when it was Jack Quinn that he wants so badly. Pete then told me …”

*ANGIE’s mic is suddenly muted as a voice can be heard off screen yelling ‘CUT BACK TO ME, YOU FOOLS!’*

PQ: “Well get back to Angie in just a second. She’s clearly so broken up and traumatized that she’s fabricating things back there. Classic post-traumatic behavior. I’ve sent two of the best counselors that money can buy to console her. Speaking of money, our big board tells me that we are up to $206! Folks, we’ve been doing this telethon for 10 hours. It warms my heart to see the generosity from our viewers to help a fan-favorite like Justin Sane.” *PETE pauses and covers his earpiece* “… Folks, I’ve been told that Angie Delpetro is ready to speak once again, so let’s go back to her in Studio C.”

*ANGIE, with her hair messed up slightly and makeup just a bit smudged, sits at the same table as before, only this time with THE ROYAL GUARD – NIGEL and LIAM – standing behind her, each with menacing expressions*

AD *with the diction of one who is obviously reading from cue cards*: “When JUSTin was attacked … On Saturday. I was heartbroken. I ASKED myself, ‘Who would do this to someone so pure like JUSTIN Sane?’ Then ‘KING’ Pete Quick accused Jack Quinn and it all made sense to me, like it MADE sense to EVERYone WATCHING at home. While we cannot heal JUSTIN’s injuries, we all can do our part and donate to the Justice for Justin Medical Fund …” *ANGIE turns to NIGEL and LIAM* “… Was that better?”

*the feed cuts back to PETE*

PQ *wiping a fake tear from his eye*: “Truly moving stuff. Folks, we are still trying to reach some big goals here. Justin’s medical bills will be astronomical by the time that his recovery is complete. While, I’m no medical doctor, I’m a man who will do all he can to help his fellow man. So, bring Justin Sane on out here so that our viewers can see the man who we’re doing this for.”

*NIGEL and LIAM wheel out a hospital bed with JUSTIN SANE in a full body cast, covering all but his nose and a small portion of his mouth where his feeding tube is inserted. At the mere sight of JUSTIN on screen, the updated contribution total on the big board skyrockets into five figures within seconds*

PQ *with a proverbial lightbulb popping over his head*: “We’re now over $25,000 thanks to your generosity, which has moved me to do help in my own way. Nigel. Liam. Wheel Justin over here.”

*THE ROYAL GUARD roll JUSTIN’s bed next to PETE*

PQ: “Justin. I know you can’t speak, so let me be your words. What Jack Quinn did was monstrous and also cowardly. The bravest soul in this room belongs to Justin, and while his voice has been silenced, it doesn’t mean that we cannot be led by his example. So, what I am willing to do is …”

*PETE slips his arm under JUSTIN’s arm and furiously taps out, while an OFFICIAL appears from out of nowhere*

WINNER, BY SUBMISSION! AND NEW DDT IRONPERSON HEAVY METAL CHAMPION, JUSTIN SANE!

*the OFFICIAL attempts to hand the championship to JUSTIN before shrugging and draping it over his chest*

PQ: “It was Justin Sane’s fighting spirit that bested me just now. While I feel the sting of this defeat, I can rest easy that our new KING of OOWF will be a benevolent and fair ruler, but will also crush those who oppose he and his allies with an iron fist.”

*PETE takes off his cape and casually tosses it over JUSTIN’s head while doffing his crown and placing it on one of JUSTIN’s raised feet*

PQ: “ALL HAIL, KING SANE! ALL HAIL, KING SANE!”

*NIGEL and LIAM bow in visual servitude to JUSTIN as the big board is now sailing into the high six figures*

PQ: “Folks, we have raised over $900,000. You truly are the best fans in wrestling, and as a special treat, we’re going to go to break with the musical stylings of Justin’s best friend and tag-team partner, Awesome Bill From Dawsonville.”

*AWESOME BILL FROM DAWSONVILLE stands on stage in a tuxedo t-shirt and his good Georgia Bulldogs trucker hat and belts out a pitch-perfect rendition of ‘Ave Maria’ as the scene fades*

[Jack Quinn]

<we cut to the OOWF Arena during MidWeek Mayhem. Between matches, a man wearing a hoodie comes down the ramp and rolls into the ring>

Razz: Who the hell is this?

<the man pulls back his hood and we see Jack Quinn, the crowd immediately starts booing>

Russ: This man is not scheduled here tonight!
Razz: What is Jack Quinn doing in an OOWF ring Russ?

<Jack stands there and listens to the boos with a sad look on his face. Finally he speaks>

J: Bill.....I know you're back there. I'm asking you, please, come out here.

<Freebird plays, and Bill is in the ring in a hot second and he is not happy>

J: Bill.....listen to me, I didn't do it. I'm telling you, it wasn't me

ABFD: Trustify you, right?

J: I didn't.....

<Bill storms around the ring for a moment then gets in Jack's face>

ABFD: Listen chere Jackie Quinn. I hain't a man a many words, but Pappy Sill From Dawsonville toldified me two thinks that ol Bill hain't never gonna forget.

One: <Bill holds up one finger in Jack's face> "To ill a mockin'bird is a sin cause that ol bird don't do nothin' but sing 'an make us happy" Ol Justin don't do nothin' but make people happy.

Two: <Bill holds a second finger up in Jack's face> "You fight for your friends"

<Bill lowers one finger so he is flipping Jack the bird which gets a huge pop from the crowd>

ABFD: You got a fight comin, son, comin soon

<Bill turns and starts to leave the ring when the Guard attack Jack from behind. As Nigel and Liam put the boots to Jack, Bill watches for a moment, then moves to get back into the ring to help, when Angie Delpetro races down to the ring and grabs Bill by the arm and pulls him off the apron, yelling that he needed to come to the back, Ellie was attacked! Bill turns and races up the ramp, passing King Quick who is just coming from the back with a mic. Liam and Nigel hold Jack so he can't fight>

King Quick: <walking to the ring> WHAT. HAVE. YOU. DONE? What have you done JACK QUINN?

<Quick dramatically turns to the OOWFtron and we see medics working on Ellie May From Elijay, we see Bill get there with Angie right behind him>

ABFD: WHAT DONE HAPPENED?

Medic: we don't know, she was found bloody and unconscious

Angie: Jack Quinn did it AGAIN!

Russ: THAT DAMN NO GOOD SON OF A BITCH!
Razz: Man, how messed up do you have to be to attack Ellie May From Elijay? What is this guy's problem Russ?
Russ: He's a no good lying coward! That's what his problem is Razz!

KQ: What. Have. You. Done. <the crowd is booing Jack and Quick loves it> Ladies and gentlemen, you all see that this man is an absolute DISGRACE! He is not FIT to be working in this COMPANY let alone this BUSINESS! My people, The Quick Association, myself, Mrs. Delpetro and the Guard, Mr. Liam and Mr. Nigel, we only want what's best for YOU, we want justice for Justin,, and now poor Ellie May, <snarling> WE WANT JACK QUINN GONE from the OOWF!

<Quick gives the thumbs down and the Guard pull Jack up for a spike piledriver, but PORK and Katie get to the ring with chairs and chase them off, and receive a surprising number of boos in the process. The Guard join Quick at the top of the ramp where Quick is still sneering>

KQ: Jack Quinn, no one wants you here. Hell Jackie, even YOU don't want to be here. Swallow your pride, tuck your tail between your legs and follow your instinct......run away and hide before another innocent person gets hurt.

<Quick drops the mic and Jack slumps to his knees in the middle of the ring, Katie and PORK help Jack to his feet in a show of support, the crowd still boos as they leave the ring>

[L!zz~]

(Josie is seen in the yard of the Compound. She is sitting with Opus working on some crafts. Opus flaps flips and wiggles)


Josie sighed, before she spoke. "I know. It's just ...you're my best friend. I love you, you know that right.?" Opus patted her hand with his flipper reassuringly. Josie continued, "I wonder what it's like to have friends my age. Everyone is either a talking animal...no offense...or a grown up..than they get mad when I want to be around grown up business. So they've been arguing alot. "

Opus was quiet for a moment. Than he flitted, flapped, dithered and dipped. Josie shook her head. "No they don't want me to go real school but everyone is also really busy.. I think they don't want me around anymore. I'm probably a bother. "

Josie flopped back and laid on a blanket as Opus took her hand in his flippers.

Opus knew he was going to have to talk to someone.

(We fade as Opus fusses)

[DevSop]

**OOWF Arena - MidWeek Mayhem**

As Pete Quick, Liam & Nigel walk backstage through the curtain there is someone waiting just outside the gorilla position and we hear a very slow clap begin. Quick turns but can't see anyone through the darkness until the person takes a step forward and as the Guard step up to protect him, we hear the voice of the clapper.

Alexander Darling: Got to hand it to you, this is a unique way to try and get under his skin.

PQ: *pushing Liam & Nigel aside* I am sure I have no idea what you are talking about, but coming from you, I'll take the compliment.

Alex: *sarcastically laughing* It sure as fuck wasn't a compliment. Just an observation.

PQ: Just because you failed at ridding this business of one Moosehead Jack, doesn't mean I will.

Alex: That's not Moosehead Jack and all you're doing is what I was saying for years. He cares more than he wanted to be seen as caring but that's neither here nor there. I'm not here about him. I'm here about you.

PQ: Oh really? And to what do I owe the honor?

Alex: Quick...can I call you Petey?...

PQ: No you may not.

Alex: Right...so Petey, let me make something clear for you. You can play your games with Quinn. You can try and fight it out with Nuke and Sean as to who the new big bad will be. But the one thing you will not do again while I'm around...is call yourself King. There is only one Royal figure in this company and you are looking at him. And unless I deem you worthy, know your place. And if it continues, well...back when I truly cared, I had a very interesting this or that for people who didn't know their place.

PQ: And what, pray tell, is that?

Alex: If and when the time comes, you will either bend the knee or I'll break it. Or you can do the smart thing and make sure I forget who you are.

PQ: *whispering to Liam & Nigel* Like everyone else has forgotten you.

Alex: *a flicker of something on Alex's face as he steps into The Quick Associations' space* Cute. Just remember something Petey...that's not Moosehead Jack out there, but I sure as fuck am still Alexander Darling. And well, you're just trying to be.

Alex pats Liam & Nigel on the chest as he pushes past them and heads back into the darkness.

PQ: That's a wrinkle...let's find Angie and discuss this.

*Fade*

[Sportsguy]

We fade in and see Jack Quinn sitting alone in Shokan Dojo. He's just poured himself a big drink when he hears a knock on the door.

Jack: Oh what the fuck now? Come in...

The door opens and as you can probably tell from who's writing this promo Matt Folz comes in.

Matt: Hey Jack.

Jack: What in the hell are you doing here?

Matt eyes the glass on Jack's desk and lets out a small laugh.

Matt: You know... people occasionally will ask me what was the toughest challenge of my career. Was it the first Sadistic Games match where I lost roughly 80 percent of the blood in my body? The I Quit match against Carter where he threw me down about 27 flights of stairs and my head hit every single fucking one of them on the way down? The Kewanee Street Fight against Darling where he backdropped me off a car onto a sheet of pure ice and I almost broke my fucking back? No. The toughest challenge of my career was getting you to- however temporarily- stop drinking. I guess it didn't take. Then again considering the week you're having, I can't really blame you.

Jack sighs and takes a big drink before responding.

Jack: I didn't do this, any of it.

Matt: Ah hell... I KNOW that. I'm actually shocked Russ and Razz called you out as severely as they did this afternoon. You'd think that after covering this company from the beginning that they'd know everyone's personalities.

Jack: What do you mean?

Matt: There are 3 things about this that just don't add up to me. 1. Whatever horrible things you did whatever terrible acts of violence you committed, you had reasons. Wilder stealing your Championship, People calling you out in promos...

Jack (Smirking slightly): Young loud mouths trying to break my neck in the parking lot?

Matt: Fair enough. My point is that right or wrong, justified or not, in your mind at least you always had a REASON for whatever you did. What's the reason you'd go after Justin of all people? It just doesn't add up. 2. Even at your very worst you would never go after a woman who couldn't defend herself. Now female wrestlers like Mai, Miranda, or even Fire? Yeah, you did that. But an NPC? (Shakes head) No way. When we were feuding over the World Championship you would call Jaime my weak spot, allude to potentially attacking her, THREATEN to go after her... but that was all to fuck with my head. Ultimately you knew that was a line you wouldn't cross.

Jack: Thanks. What's the third thing?

Matt: Number 3 is simple. If you had done any of this, you never would have denied it. And you would have made damn sure both of these attacks were on camera so everyone in the company could have seen them. I don't know what this Quick asshole has against you but I'd watch your back Jack. First he tried to put a bounty out on you and when that didn't work he moved on to trying to frame you.

Jack: So what am I supposed to do? If I attack Quick- he gets to brag that he brought Moose back and he wins. If I ignore him, I look like an idiot and he wins.

Matt: There is a middle ground. You don't need a barbed wire baseball bat and a scalpel to kick his ass inside the ring.

Jack smiles.

Jack: I guess I don't. You want to get in on this? Be my backup in a few tag matches?

Matt: I'm tempted man, I'm not going to lie I'm really tempted. But you've got great backup already with Katie and Pork. Besides, you'd want the old Matt Folz... Not the Matt Folz who is old.

Jack: You sure? Could be fun.

Matt: I have no doubt it would be. Look, I'm going to be in town for a few weeks helping Lindsay ramp back up before she rejoins the roster. You want me to come by the Dojo and talk to your trainees and maybe show them a few things? You got it. You want another Onslaught match off camera? No problem. But about this- about the tagging- I gotta say no.

Jack: I get it. (Thinking) Christ, you've seen Rounders too many damn times.

Matt laughs.

Matt: I wondered if you'd get the reference or not. And I've seen it as many times as you've seen Tombstone.

Jack: Fair enough. (Both laugh)

Matt: I'm going to go to the hotel and settle in. Give me a call, Jaime and I want to take you and Kali out to dinner sometime while we're here.

Jack: You got it. Have a nice night Matt.

Matt: You too Jack.

FADE

[L!zz~]

(We fade in, to a montage of Beverly. We see her working out. Walking. In the ring. Out of it. Her history with the oowf. Till we see her standing in a random OoWF room. Alone)

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight I stand before you driven by an insatiable hunger, a burning desire that fuels every fiber of my being. I stand here not just as a wrestler, but as a relentless force determined to reclaim what is rightfully mine - the championship!"

"Once, I held that championship high above my head, the embodiment of my dedication, my sacrifice, and my unwavering passion for this sport. But circumstances change, fortunes shift, and that precious title slipped from my grasp when the company closed and by my not being able to focus properly when we restarted."

(Bev paused,.looking into the camera)

"But tonight, I rise from the ashes, stronger, hungrier, and more focused than ever before. I am here to remind the world of my prowess, my resilience, and my unyielding spirit. I am here to reclaim what was once mine!"

"The path to the championship is not an easy one. It is paved with sweat, pain, and sacrifices. It demands every ounce of strength, skill, and heart that a wrestler possesses. But I have stared into the abyss, tasted defeat, and I refuse to let it define me!"

"To the current champion, I say this: cherish that title while it's still in your possession. Savor every moment, for the storm that is coming will be unlike anything you have ever faced. I will step into this ring with a fire burning within me, and I will stop at nothing until that championship is once again wrapped around my waist!"

"So, mark my words, tonight marks the beginning of my journey, the first step on the path to redemption. Every victory, every obstacle overcome, will bring me closer to that ultimate goal. I will leave no doubt in anyone's mind that I am the true champion!"

"Prepare yourselves, for the rise of a relentless force ready to reclaim what is rightfully mine!"


(The scene fades as she walks off)

[Fire-Babe]

Tony Khan has assembled Saraya, Toni Storm, Ruby Soho, and Chris Jericho in what looks like a rented office.

TK: Ladies, that was great. They didn't know what hit 'em.

Saraya: I bet they're watching the tape now though.

Storm: Yeah, they'll be ready next time.

Ruby: Will they? It's been a week and NOTHING has happened.

Khan: For all her bluster, Firewoman is nothing now. She's not even a smouldering ember... she's.... ash in the fire grate.

Everyone laughs except Jericho.

Y2J: I think you underestimate her.

Khan: You're kidding...Why, because she's your protege, she couldn't possibly be a has-been?

Y2J: *batistalaughs* You're talking about a woman who blew up a building just because the host made her uncomfortable.

Ruby: How long ago was that?

Toni: She's a happy wife and mother now, sitting in her mountain cabin talking to ghosts. She's crazy.

Y2J: Exactly. You all didn't know her when she came back to the States...

Saraya: I wasn't even born.

Again everyone laughs except Y2J.

Y2J: I am just saying--

Jericho is interrupted by the smoke alarms going off.

Khan: I knew I should have splurged for the more expensive building.

Suddenly the sprinklers start. The women scream and cover their hair. Khan attempts to put papers inside the desk to keep them dry. Jericho has a knowing smile and shakes his head.

Y2J: We should go.

The women run out of the door first, file folider as umbrellas. Khan finishes trying to protect whatever he cans and dashes out. Jericho walks slowly after them. He hears the women scream when they get to the exit door.

Perspective change, and we see the building from the outside. It's smallish, made of brick and probably no more than two to three offices. The important thing though is that is surrounded by a ring of fire all around the building. Khan and Jericho join the other wrestlers.

Khan: What???? What the hell?

Y2J: Yep. Pretty much.

There's a break in the fireline with a sign on plywood, with letters in blood-red paint:

GAME
ON

Khan: Bring it? What the hell?

Y2J: That, my friend, is your answer.

Khan seethes as the sound of fire trucks can be heard in the distance.

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene and INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA finds SEAN FRANKLIN standing at a pinball machine at the newly opened MacCade Retro Gaming Center. While SEAN is waiting impatiently for assistance, MAC FLASHER strolls over to see what’s wrong*

SEAN: “Finally some service, even if it’s you.”

MAC *while rolling his eyes*: “Glad to see you, too. What’s going on here?”

SF: “Fucking machine ate my quarter.”

MF: “Oh … Well. Here’s where you actually staying in line and not bursting through the stanchions would have saved you that quarter. This facility is all card-based …” *MAC pulls out a card* “… And even for folks who I don’t agree with, OOWF employees game for free as long as they have a card such as this one to swipe.”

*MAC hands a card to SEAN*

MF: “Now you can play …” *MAC peeks at the machine behind SEAN* “… The Berenstain Bears pinball machine as long as you want, as many times as you want.”

SF: “Thanks. Also, tell your boy Zed that he’s cooked on Saturday.”

MF: “I’ll get right on that. Ummmm … Where on the card is your match, by the way?”

SF: “Main event, not that you’ll ever see it again.”

MF: “Oh … I was afraid of that.”

SF: “That I called you a has-been inside your joke of an arcade?”

MF: “Oh no. Just where you two are in the card.”

SF: “What? So I embarrass him like I did the last time and leave him laying as the show ends?”

MF: “Sean, to quote Zed, ‘Bless your heart.’ You see, the Zed you’ve encountered in the past is far different than the one you’ll see Saturday. While I’ll guess that he’s been cooking at a medium heat since coming back into this business, the Zed you’ll see in the main event is a totally different experience.”

SF: “Didn’t you see how I picked him apart on ‘Saturday Slam?’ I’ll end his career this Saturday.”

MF: “The Zed you faced last time was a capable wrestler and you did things to him that few have done. You haven’t seen ‘Main Event’ Zed. That Zed is going to stop at nothing to get the win and show you what he can do when he’s on his Z-game, so to speak. The fact that it’s no-DQ is really just putting you in more peril than if you had known Moosehead Jack.”

SF: “I don’t think you understand me, Flasher. I will end his career. The last images of Zed in a ring will be with me celebrating a win I should have had twice over him already. The fact that OOWF is giving me the ability to do this however I choose is bonus.”

MF: “Zed gets the same courtesies, buddy. Main Event Zed will make your life a living hell from bell to bell and maybe a few minutes afterward if you truly piss him off. Don’t let the Zed you’ve seen since March be your guide, otherwise the scars that he’ll leave on you will tell the story that I’m trying to tell you. You’re in for a war, Sean. Prepare yourself for the night that will make you famous for all the wrong reasons. Come ready or stay home.”

*MAC pats SEAN on the shoulder and heads to the prize table where JOSIE is waiting with a wheelbarrow full of tickets as the scene fades*

[Jack Quinn]

<we cut to the OOWF media room where King Quick is sitting at the middle of the table wearing a perfectly tailored suit, while Angie Delpetro sits next to him also dressed in her finest power outfit, while Mr. Liam and Mr. Nigel stand behind them. An assembled wrestling press is eager to begin>

Quick: Before I take any questions, please allow me to address some statements made by a Mr. Alexander Darling.Mr. Darling, I certainly have no issues with you, and quite honestly hold you, and the work you've done in your career in high regard. I think you misunderstand my "King" moniker. See, yes, at first, I adorned myself with the royal garb to make a point, that I was the new force to be reckoned with in the OOWF, however, my nickname means that I am more the Kingmaker of the OOWF, and while, I do understand that that is still contradictory to how you view yourself, I assure you, there is no ill-intentions on my part.

Now, let's take some questions

Reporter: How is Ellie May From Elijay?

Quick: Recovering in a private medical facility.

Reporter: What were her injuries?

Quick: I am afraid doctor-patient privacy issues would prevent me from listing the specific injuries, but let's just say they were numerous and significant

Reporter: Is there a timetable for her recovery?

Quick: I am afraid it could be years for Ellie May to recover, perhaps she may never fully recover from this heinous attack. Which is why, I am sad to say, that due to the recent attacks on both Ellie May From Elijay and the dastardly attack on Justin Sane, the OOWF Board of Directors has informed me that the Nowhere Bar, Grille & PCPL Repository will be closed until further notice as it has become an unsafe workplace environment.

<lots of murmurning and note taking>

Reporter: Are you the manager of Awesome Bill From Dawsonville?

Quick: There is no formal agreement between Mr. Dawsonville and I, but suffice it to say, when I see a poor unfortunate soul who has lost his way, cast into life alone by the acts of a depraved madman, I have the utmost sympathy. I am here to console and council Mr. Dawsonville as he works through this truly tragic time.

Reporter: Can you tell us about the upcoming wrestlers court trial of Jack Quinn?

Delpetro: I will be acting as council for Mr. Sane and Mrs. Elijay. The evidence against Mr. Quinn is absolutely overwhelming, given his actions in the past, there is no question he is guilty of these heinous crimes

Reporter: Matt Folz has spoken up and says the allegations are absolutely untrue

Delpetro: Mr. Folz is entitled to his opinion, however, in court, opinion counts for nothing

Reporter: Mr. Quick, you continue to pressure Mr. Quinn to sign over the rights to the name Moosehead Jack, why?

Quick: To prove a point. Jack Quinn claims he is not Moosehead Jack, but Jack Quinn is certainly content to rake in the royalties from his decades of debauchery. Mr. Quinn is quite happy to continue to rake in a profit from Moosehead Jack t-shirt sales. If Jack Quinn were an honorable man, and his disgusting attacks on Mr. Sane and Mrs. Elijay prove the man has no honor, he would give up those rights and rely on the t-shirt sales he makes as Jack Quinn to earn a living

<both laugh>

Reporter: Why do you hate Mr. Quinn so much?

Quick: <his demeanor changes> I despise Jack Quinn, and I am not the only one. For years, the man was the most unspeakably evil wrestler on this planet, and not only did he get away with it, he profited from it. His reign of pain, misery, blood, violence and broken bones are enough to make a person sick, and no he claims that was never him, HE didn't do it. Mr. Quinn, you are a liar. You are a con man. You knew when the OOWF came back that you could no longer be Moosehead Jack, not just because you didn't have it in you anymore, but because Alexander Darling destroyed Moosehead Jack.

<more murmuring from the crowd>

Quick: That's right Jackie, Alex defeated you. Alex destroyed the mystique of Moosehead Jack. From that moment on, you were a shell of your former self, and you damn well know it. You should never have come back and you damn well know it. No one, NO ONE! Gives a DAMMN about Jack Quinn! NO ONE! You.......<getting angrier> YOU ARE EVERYTHING THAT IS WRONG WITH THIS BUSINESS! YOU ARE A HAS BEEN THAT WON'T LET GO!

<jumping to his feet>

If it weren't for the restraining order, Jack Quinn, I would get you in that ring and beat you to the point that you had no choice, and I would force you to sign that paperwork with your own blood. Oh, and do not for a second think that that bounty has gone away! No sir. You see, Mr. Dawsonville is not pleased with you Jackie Quinn, and Mr. Dawsonville just might be in the mood to set up his family for a good long time.

<Angie gets Quick to sit back down and compose himself>

Reporter: This week, you team with Mrs. Delpetro against Shokan Dojo, Katie and PORK, what are your thoughts on that match?

Angie: I think Mrs. Bardoor and Mr. PORK have been led down a very unfortunate road by Mr. Quinn

Reporter: What do you mean by that?

Angie: I mean, it is clear that Mr. Quinn is no teacher. He is no mentor. Mr. Folz has done the bulk of the training. What is Mr. Quinn's training method? Take them to a barn in the middle of nowhere and let them fight it out with local hillbillies? Mr. Quinn is no manager, no trainer, no mentor, he is a selfish man who is using Mr. PORK and Mrs. Bardoor for his own gain. They should be facing the Woodsmen, instead, he has them doing his bidding, fighting his fights. It is the ultimate act of cowardice.

Reporter: I assume The Guard would be going after the tag titles?

Quick: The Guard could have those titles tomorrow should they choose, right now, they are being paid to do something else

Reporter: What is that?

Quick: <smirking> protect the Kingmaker. Thank you, no more questions.

<they get up to leave amid more questions. The camera fades to the Shokan Dojo where Jack and Folz are watching>

Folz: <turning off the television> No one believes them

Jack: People do

Folz: Not everyone

Jack:; <pouring a drink> in the court of public opinion, I am guilty until proven innocent. Russ and Razz did me no favors

Folz: True, but you know you didn't do it, so what do you do?

Jack: <taking a drink> I could give him what he wants

Folz: Give up Moose?

Jack: No. Just give it all up. Walk away from it and retire back to the cabin.

Folz: Then he wins

Jack: <finishing his drink and slamming the glass on the table> THEN LET HIM FUCKING WIN. I am DONE fighting endless fights of hate and anger. He wants mindgames, then fine, he wins. If he doesn't want to settle this in the ring, and he is clearly not interested, then fine, maybe I should just give him what HE and every fucking body else in this goddamn company wants, maybe I SHOULD just walk the fuck away.

<Jack grabs the glass and smashes it against the wall and storms out the office leaving Folz alone as we fade>

[Fire-Babe]

Firewoman is WALKING~! down the hallway with HDB3. She passes through the automatic doors that are, for now, propped open, and one covered in particle board where she went through it earlier. She is heading towards the OOWF Media Room, when she is intercepted by Jack Quinn coming out of the Shokan Dojo.

JQ: Where are you going?

FW: Huh? Oh, nowhere.

JQ: Uh-huh.

FW: (*with not even a little bit of sarcasm*) Is there a problem with the room? Do you need me to fix the juice bar?

JQ: No, I need to know what THAT is for (*points to HDB3*)

FW: Oh, that.

JQ: Yes that.

FW: I've just gotten off the phone with the hospital checking on EllieMay so now I'm going to take care of Mr. Quick's third strike.

JQ: *moves to intercept* No, no, no.

FW: MOVE!

JQ: Fire, I can fight my own battles.

FW: JESUS, Mary, and Joseph, not everything is about you. I warned him twice that I wouldn't tolerate any extracurricular bullshit that impacted the health of the roster, and he didn't listen. He didn't even ACKNOWLEDGE it.

JQ: If he acknowledges it, he has to say I didn't do it, and he's not going to do that.

FW: Right, so now he gets something he has to acknowl- ... what are you laughing at?

JQ: For someone that doesn't want to wrestle, you are sure dancing close to it.

FW: What do you mean?

JQ: *gestures at HDB3* This.... the ring of fire around AEW's office.

FW: Couldn't have been me.  We have a clear 'No Fire' rule.

JQ: Uh huh.

FW: Besides, it's not that I don't want to wrestle.

JQ: Oh?

FW: I've moved on. Training, management, promotion... I enjoy it. And it's the next logical step in my career.

JQ: Uh huh.

FW: Get out of my way.

JQ: No.

FW: Why?

JQ: Because first of all, you're better than this, and will likely come up with something even better than a smashed in skull to get your point across if you sat down and thought about it.

FW: And second?

JQ: The stitches in your arm are bleeding and you won't get as good a swing as you want.

FW: Huh? Oh.

Fire looks at her arm and indeed blood is seeping through the bandage.

FW: Fine....

Fire changes direction and heads toward medical. Jack looks at her curiously, as he tries to figure out what's really going on.

[Sportsguy]

We fade in and see Matt Folz walking down the hallway while talking on his cell phone.

Matt: Okay, getting swept happens, I understand that. Happens to every team. But getting swept- at motherfucking home mind you- BY THE WORST GODDAMN BASEBALL TEAM in at least the last 50 years???!!! A team that had not completed a 3 game sweep in a calendar YEAR?? The offense getting stonewalled by guys with fucking double digit E.R.As?!!! Seriously, what the fuck??

(Screaming from the other end of the phone)

Matt: I agree Dad, I haven't heard of any of those guys either. And I'm with you on Counsell, remember I wanted him fired at the end of last season when he gagged up a playoff berth.

Matt then sees Awesome Bill From Dawsonville about to leave the facility.

Matt: Dad, I gotta run. I'll see you on Sunday. (Laughs) Tough talk. Just don't be upset when I take your money playing cards on Father's Day. Alright... love ya, bye.

Matt hangs up and catches up with Bill just before he's about to leave.

Matt: Hey Bill, hold up a second.

Bill turns.

Bill: Ol' Manifold. How the hell are you?

Matt: Good, thanks. First of all- congratulations on your Championship.

Bill: Thank you.

Matt: Second... you know goddamn well Jack had nothing to do with these attacks.

Bill: Oh hold on here. I knowify what you're trying to do here. You know who I'm facing on Saturday and you're trying to get me to take it easy on him. Well Hell Nah son! Dat there Jack Quinn is gonna pay for every drop of blood he made Justin and poor Ellie May spill. And you ain't going to stand there and messify with my head trying to get me to take it easy on him.

Matt: Bill, I'm not trying to do anything of the sort. If you don't defend that Championship to the best of your ability every fucking time you get in that ring then you don't deserve to have the damn thing in the first place. All I'm saying is that you and I both know Jack had nothing to do with this.

Bill: How do you know that? That Quick King fella said he's got a PCPL factory's worth of evidence.

Matt: Have you seen it?

Bill: What?

Matt: This supposed evidence he claims to have... have you seen it?

Bill: Well no.

Matt: Why not? It was your partner and your manager- and more importantly your friends who got attacked. If Quick has "The utmost sympathy" for you and wants to council you, then surely he'd show you the evidence he has. There's no reason for him not to. And let me ask you this: If he has so much evidence, why hasn't he gone to Fire or to the executive board? If he wants Jack fired, if he wants Jack's legacy tarnished so badly, evidence of Jack attacking an innocent woman would certainly do the trick right?

Bill: Well, uh, I I'm sure he has some legal type reason he can't show me.

Matt: Bill, I swear I'm not playing with your head. If you genuinely believe that Jack is responsible for these attacks then by all means do whatever you have to do. I absolutely understand the urge to get vengeance, I've had that feeling more than a few times during my career. But I'd advise you to ask yourself just one question. For what reason would Jack go after Justin and Ellie May just out of the blue like this? Think about that.

FADE

[Fire-Babe]

We join the weekly OOWF Staff and Talent meeting already in progress. Everyone is assembled, even Alexander Darling is there, although he's sitting in the back with his hood up and eyes half open, being all emo apathetic.

FW: ... so that should take care of the credits issue in the MacCade Retro Gaming Center. Happy...geeking out?

Mac, Zed, and Josie all nod appreciatively.

FW: So, that brings us to the latest and hopefully the last AEW/OOWF cross over. Beverly, Lexie, and Lindsay, you'll definitely be getting your pound of flesh back and...

Fire takes a deep breath

Look.... I hope you all know that there is very little that I take more seriously than disrespect of our company. It's what brought a lot of us back here. It's what, I hope, attracted a lot of you to join on for the first time. I learned from a very young age that you don't let someone disrespect the family--

PQ: *under his breath* That's not all she learned...

FW: --without responding, and that applies to business too. That's why I decided to tell Juni to approve the crossover so we can shut the door on these AEW fucks once and for all.

Many nod appreciatively, especially Beverly, Lexie, and Lindsay, who look at each other and fistbump and do whatever other "Let's go" body language there is.

Nuke: So, is everyone going to be on the card?

FW: I certainly hope that I can fit everyone on who wants to be on, so if you have a thought about that and who you'd like to wrestle, let me, Lucky, or Shizuru know and we'll get into it with Tony--

Nuke: No...I mean.... EVERYONE.

There's a general murmer.

FW: I'm....not sure what you--

PQ: Allow me to assist, Madam General Manager....

Pete Quick stands as if he's arguing a case in court.

PQ: I see that you are all too eager to put your employees' asses on the line for this bubbling blood feud that, let's face it, is really just an extension of a lover's spat--

FW: Huh?

PQ: Between you and Chris Jericho who you JILTED at the altar--

Alexander Darling's eyes open JUST a bit more, but not much. Jack Quinn and Lucky sit up and take notice.

FW: That was like... a decade ago. I think we've both moved on.

PQ: I am sure that you have...twice at least.

Firewoman glares daggers.

FW: Regardless...it's ancient history.

PQ: So while you are asking all of us to put our butts on the line, risking life and limb...you're just going to sit safely in your office, behind a non-functioning wooden door?  Nah...I don't think so.

SMM-C: It opens for me?

PQ:  You want us to fight your battles, you get in the ring too.

General murmurs erupt, with some discussion heard along the lines of 'yeah, that's right' and others refuting it.

Nuke: Is it that you don't want to wrestle? Or that you can't?

Angie: Maybe she's lost her ... <df>fire</df>

Sean Franklin: or maybe she's just ... chicken.

Firewoman goes to stand up. Jack Quinn and a few others are now on high alert. Shizuru stands and steps in front of Fire, facing Pete, Nuke, Angie, and the others. His brother Jeff positions to be at his side, if needed.

SMM-C: Now, now...I think we can all agree from what we've seen on that other promotion over the years that having the GM in a match is just stupid. We won't be making that mistake here.

Angie: Well.... I never thought Firewoman would need someone to fight her battles for--

At that moment Fire flips over the table they had been sitting behind and uses HDB3, which no one had previously seen, to yeet a chair across the room. That brings all the murmuring to halt.

FW: ENOUGH! Shizz... move.

Shizz does, and Fire somewhat aggressively shoves Lucky away from her. She steps over the broken table and uses HDB3 to point and otherwise gesture...broadly.

FW: The last FUCKING thing we need right now is a civil war or a mutiny. We have been there and done that, and if you want this promotion to not even last a year, that's a good way to do it. YOU....*at Pete Quick*... are already on your third strike, and it's only the cooler heads around me that's keeping me from swinging this at your head. As far as the rest of you....anytime, anyplace, anywhere, you wanna fuck around and find out, you just let me know. AFTER the AEW show. Meeting fucking over.

Firewoman STORMS out of the room with Lucky appearing to try and talk some sense into her. Everyone else takes a beat and then begins talking all at once.

[Jack Quinn]

<We cut to the OOWF Media Room for another AEW-inspired media scrum. The press is assembled and Jack Quinn walks into the room and the crowd murmurs. As soon as Jack steps behind the podium questions start flying. Jack holds his hand up and gets them to stop.

J: Given that there is an ongoing investigation and pending court case regarding the incidents involving Justin Sane and Ellie May From Elijay, I am prevented from commenting on anything regarding the case. I would like to say, I had nothing to do with the attacks and I feel one hundred percent certain that I will be vindicated at the coming trial. I would like to wish both Justin and Ellie May a speedy recovery.

Now, if you have any other questions......

Reporter: You recently made it seem like you were ready to walk away from the OOWF, care to comment on that?

J: <somewhat sheepishly> yeah, uh, cooler heads prevailed and I will work out my contract

Reporter: You recently said that winning the tag team titles with your sister was your favorite moment in wrestling, what were some others?

J: The formation of the Five. <thinking> I've taken a few shots to the head <tries to laugh, none of the reporters join in> I'm sure there's more

Reporter: Mr. Quinn, my name is Allison Localworker from HNN.....

J: HNN?

AL: Heel News Network

J: Oh boy

AL: Given your recent dastardly attacks against poor innocent souls Justin Sane and Ellie May From Elijay, would you not agree that GM the Fire should do something to improve the safety of the workers?

J: I mean, it's......

AL: And given that YOU are that threat, and SHE is your sister, it seems quite obvious that you are using your relationship with Firewoman to further your reign of terror backstage

J: Reign of terror?

AL: Sources have said that morale is down, and there is a sense of fear among the workers, they know this is no longer a safe work environment, and since Firewoman will not do her job and suspend you indefinitely, it seems like justice must be found elsewhere

J: What are you saying?

AL: Are you concerned that your reckless, diabolical actions have put those whose very careers are entrusted to you, at great risk?

<The door opens and King Quick, Angie Delpetro and The Guard walk in>

KQ: Yes, let's ask Jackie Quinn, Mr. Quinn, what ARE you doing to protect those who have put their trust in you?

J: Quick.......

<Quick smirks and the OOTron drops from the ceiling and we see MOMENTS AGO and see two large masked men beating down PORK and Katie. After being thrown into numerous items and hit with anything not nailed down, Katie and PORK lie motionless on the floor. The masked men walk away and the camera fades>

KQ: Wow. Jackie Quinn. Looks like MORE senseless violence done ALL BECAUSE OF YOU <Quick dramatically points at Jack, causing the crowd to gasp>

Ladies and Gentlemen, it is clear to all, this man is a menace to this company. This......man, is nothing more than a coward. Jack Quinn, running from a fight against Awesome Bill, attacking innocent people, unable to protect those who trust him the most. Face it Jackie, at one time you were the enforcer of this company, no one would dare cross your path, children would cry when you walked down the streets, adults would cross the road to avoid you. Now? Now.......let's face it, Moosehead Jack was a menace, Jack Quinn is a joke. You couldn't protect Katie, you couldn't protect PORK, you couldn't protect Patrick......

<Jack's head snaps up and he glares at Quick>

.... and I have a feeling, Jackie, that when push comes to shove, you won't be able to protect Kali either

<the words were barely out of his mouth when Jack jumps over the table and pins Quick against the wall with the scalpel pressed against his throat, with a crazed look in his eyes, to his credit, Quick shows no fear>

KQ: Theeeeeeeeeeeere he is.......there's Moosehead Jack. Do it Moose. DO IT. Cut my fucking throat. DO IT!

<Jack presses the blade against Quick's throat even harder drawing a small trickle of blood, Jack suddenly snaps to and takes a step back and drops the scalpel and stares at Quick wide eyed. Before Jack can do anything The Guard and Angie attack from behind. Jack lands a couple of shots and manages to drop the trio, when he turns around to confront Quick, Delpetro grabs Jack from behind, spins him around and KILLS him with a chair shot to the head. As Jack slumps to his knees, the Guard grabs him by the throat, lifts him in the air and CHOKESLAMS him through a table!>

KQ: <getting right in a barely conscious Jack's face> I own you. I know how to get him whenever I want. I'll break you one way or another Jackie. I'll see you and your pretty wife soon.

<Quick, Delpetro and the Guard turn and leave the scene as medical arrives and checks on Jack and we fade>

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene and INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA finds SANDRA FALLON standing in front of the OOWF interview banner, while holding a microphone*

SANDRA: “Mac Flasher. I honestly have nothing against you, brah. You’ve actually been one of the most helpful veterans in this company while I’d wait out these long periods between matches on ‘Saturday Slam.’ But we’re paired against each other in two days. While I respect you, I’m coming with the heat of the midday sun and the fury of 1,000 big waves. Once the bell rings, the smiling stops and I will introduce you and everyone watching ‘Saturday Slam’ to Malibrutality. After my hand is raised in victory, we’ll be cool again.”

*SANDRA smiles and places the microphone on a nearby stool as the scene fades*

[DrMcAwesome]

*the scene and INVISIBLE NINJA CAMERA finds BRIDGET O’MALLEY walking to her usual booth at the OOWF Bladejob Cafe when she spots a visibly frustrated RORY THOMAS. Instead of taking residence at Booth 37, she pops in across from RORY*

BRIDGET: “What’s got you down, Rory?”

RORY: “I just don’t know what I have to do to get a match on the ‘Saturday Slam’ cards. I’m getting regular wins on the house shows. I’ve been trainee of the week every week since OOWF started back up. All I have to show for it is a battle royal and a tag match where I didn’t get to do a whole bunch. I’m the first one in to help set up the ring and usually the last to leave when we tear it down. Why am I not getting noticed?”

BO’M: “Yeah, you have been kind of scarce when the cameras start rolling … Ummmm … Judging by some of the trainees and rookies that have been on regularly, they’ve all found their voices and are not to be mistaken in what they’re here to do. Nuke wants to humiliate Mac Flasher. Sean Franklin wants to retire Zed. Pete Quick wants the rights to Moosehead Jack and also wants to see Jack Quinn out of wrestling. The Woodsmen just want us all to know more about nature, even if it’s horribly inaccurate. Figure out what you want and make it known to the world.”

RT: “That’s really not who I am. I’m not exactly a squeaky wheel nor am I a violent one.”

BO’M: “I get you. I’m not saying that you have to get violent, but I am saying that you need to get vocal to get noticed around here. You don’t have to tell me what you want. In fact, don’t tell me what you want. Tell the world on Saturday.”

RT: “You think that’ll get me noticed?”

BO’M: “When the whole world is watching on OOWF.tv – free for just $6.66 per month – you’ll be a household name if you do it right.”

RT: “Awesome. Thanks!”

*BRIDGET and RORY move on to small talk as the scene fades*