Post by "Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor on Jun 18, 2023 15:36:19 GMT -5
Outcast TV picks up the end of the never aired ACESS DENIED Pay Per View, the final in the illustrious history of the original OCW.
Copyright wording shows up as the screen cuts to a panning overhead view of a raucous Flint, Michigan crowd.
Belvedere: “Your winner and STILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL OCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION………..SYNN”
SYNN, who looks rather worse for wear, most of her facepaint worn off, grips the title to her chest as she lays above the now-covered hole in the dirt where Easton lay. She breathes heavy as her best friend Brooke Blakely comes out to help her to her feet. SYNN can barely stand as Brooke helps her up.
Hood: She did it! SYNN remains the World Champ in arguably her toughest test to date!
Smith: That she did! Easton Alexander brought everything at the champ tonight, and he almost got it done! Except for the shenanigans near the end, he had this match mostly in hand!
Cara: Broski’s, look at the ring, it looks like we have company.
Everyone in attendance was staring at the champ and her blonde friend. They all seem to notice at the same time and a collective gasp fills the air in Flint as standing in the center of the ring is a tall brunette in a shin-length skirt, blouse and blazer. She has a microphone in her hand, but it isn’t an OCW mic….it is….all black.
“Hello everyone. My name is Britlyn Baylor, and I am the CEO of EightPrime Entertainment LLC based out of Tampa Bay, Florida. You probably wonder why I am here, standing in this ring, during an OCW event, after arguably the biggest match of the year. Well, I am here to tell you. EightPrime has been in touch with Ms. Strader over the past few weeks, and discussions have been had about the future of OCW after a slew of recent events that have rendered the company nearly bankrupt.”
The crowd stands in stunned silence.
Smith: Is she saying what I think she is saying?
“OCW is going on hiatus, and Ms. Strader is taking some time off to catch her bearings. It has all been a whirlwind since Mr. Welsh left abruptly, leaving her to clean up the mess that was created many moons before. It has been very hard on Ms. Strader, but she is a true warrior who never showed the pain on her face, in the public, to all of you. To us, she showed us the true strife of being shoved into a top tier business roll far too early.
That being said, EightPrime from this point forward has purchased the majority share of OCW and all OCW programming and records, and will be transitioning the balance of power for the foreseeable future.”
Hood: It is EXACTLY what she said, Smith! What the hell does this mean? Are we out of a job?!"
“You are probably asking yourselves what all of this means. What will happen to the current roster, the current champions, shows, live events, merchandise, all of it. Well, I am here to tell you all of that as well.”
The crowd is still stunned, they are as silent as they have ever been.
“Let's start with the most relevant thing in our collective memories, mmm? Your OCW World Champion, SYNN.”
Brooke is sitting next to SYNN, her head on her shoulder, and she picks it up to scowl at the woman in the ring. SYNN has a blank look on her face.
“You are the OCW World Champion, and that is no easy feat. You defended it successfully here tonight, but, I regret to inform you, that tonight was your final defense of that very title.”
Smith: WHAT?!
HOOD: WHAT??!!!
“There will be all new belts being introduced, including a new world title. Now……I am not sitting here and stripping you of that belt you earned, but I am rather making you a deal. You can hold onto that belt until the final fate of OCW is decided, being the last OCW champion in the foreseeable future, and can have that be your legacy. OR, if you would like to continue to blaze a path through the wrestling world, you can come to the ring and hand me that world title right now…..”
The crowd boos.
“.....and you will be eligible to compete for the new world title being introduced. OR you have a third option.”
SYNN tilts her head, her lip snarling.
“You are welcomed to continue your career elsewhere, calling yourself the OCW champion if you so choose, but you will not be welcomed back into the company we are creating. It is nothing personal, SYNN, it is simply business and business is all we do.”
Synn goes to get up, seeming like she is going to charge the ring, but Brooke holds her back.
“That goes for all of the champions. The new tag champs, APEX–Jenny Myst and Mandii Rider. Same deal. The Paradigm, Craze and Piledriver. All the same offer. There will be new belts to replace them all, and it is only fair to give them a clean slate to be earned.”
The crowd is booing more now, this is huge news.
“I assure you, that whether OCW ever opens its doors again under those letters, WE here at EightPrime in fact do see the future, and the future is bright. We WILL rise from the ashes like a phoenix, and will will be bigger and better than ever. You all were abandoned by the man you worship as a god, left to fend for yourselves in this brutal landscape. You are all the Outcats, and we are now your corral to the chaos. OCW, Proud and Strong, welcome to the new era of this storied company….welcome, to OCW. Outcast Championship Wrestling.”
Cara strader takes off her headset and walks off the set, not saying a word, but leaving in protest. Synn and Brooke stare at the ring in shock.
Smith: What does this mean for us, Hood?
Hood: I guess we will find out soon.
Smith: Ladies and Gentlemen, we don’t know the future of this great company, or if we will even have jobs in the new one. If this is goodbye, it has been an honor to call OCW--ORIGINAL OCW-- programming for you all this time. This has been Access Denied 2, and as always, thank you for being you.”
The feed cuts just as he finishes his sentence, as the last reminisce of the original OCW washes out with static fuzz.
Copyright wording shows up as the screen cuts to a panning overhead view of a raucous Flint, Michigan crowd.
Belvedere: “Your winner and STILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL OCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION………..SYNN”
SYNN, who looks rather worse for wear, most of her facepaint worn off, grips the title to her chest as she lays above the now-covered hole in the dirt where Easton lay. She breathes heavy as her best friend Brooke Blakely comes out to help her to her feet. SYNN can barely stand as Brooke helps her up.
Hood: She did it! SYNN remains the World Champ in arguably her toughest test to date!
Smith: That she did! Easton Alexander brought everything at the champ tonight, and he almost got it done! Except for the shenanigans near the end, he had this match mostly in hand!
Cara: Broski’s, look at the ring, it looks like we have company.
Everyone in attendance was staring at the champ and her blonde friend. They all seem to notice at the same time and a collective gasp fills the air in Flint as standing in the center of the ring is a tall brunette in a shin-length skirt, blouse and blazer. She has a microphone in her hand, but it isn’t an OCW mic….it is….all black.
“Hello everyone. My name is Britlyn Baylor, and I am the CEO of EightPrime Entertainment LLC based out of Tampa Bay, Florida. You probably wonder why I am here, standing in this ring, during an OCW event, after arguably the biggest match of the year. Well, I am here to tell you. EightPrime has been in touch with Ms. Strader over the past few weeks, and discussions have been had about the future of OCW after a slew of recent events that have rendered the company nearly bankrupt.”
The crowd stands in stunned silence.
Smith: Is she saying what I think she is saying?
“OCW is going on hiatus, and Ms. Strader is taking some time off to catch her bearings. It has all been a whirlwind since Mr. Welsh left abruptly, leaving her to clean up the mess that was created many moons before. It has been very hard on Ms. Strader, but she is a true warrior who never showed the pain on her face, in the public, to all of you. To us, she showed us the true strife of being shoved into a top tier business roll far too early.
That being said, EightPrime from this point forward has purchased the majority share of OCW and all OCW programming and records, and will be transitioning the balance of power for the foreseeable future.”
Hood: It is EXACTLY what she said, Smith! What the hell does this mean? Are we out of a job?!"
“You are probably asking yourselves what all of this means. What will happen to the current roster, the current champions, shows, live events, merchandise, all of it. Well, I am here to tell you all of that as well.”
The crowd is still stunned, they are as silent as they have ever been.
“Let's start with the most relevant thing in our collective memories, mmm? Your OCW World Champion, SYNN.”
Brooke is sitting next to SYNN, her head on her shoulder, and she picks it up to scowl at the woman in the ring. SYNN has a blank look on her face.
“You are the OCW World Champion, and that is no easy feat. You defended it successfully here tonight, but, I regret to inform you, that tonight was your final defense of that very title.”
Smith: WHAT?!
HOOD: WHAT??!!!
“There will be all new belts being introduced, including a new world title. Now……I am not sitting here and stripping you of that belt you earned, but I am rather making you a deal. You can hold onto that belt until the final fate of OCW is decided, being the last OCW champion in the foreseeable future, and can have that be your legacy. OR, if you would like to continue to blaze a path through the wrestling world, you can come to the ring and hand me that world title right now…..”
The crowd boos.
“.....and you will be eligible to compete for the new world title being introduced. OR you have a third option.”
SYNN tilts her head, her lip snarling.
“You are welcomed to continue your career elsewhere, calling yourself the OCW champion if you so choose, but you will not be welcomed back into the company we are creating. It is nothing personal, SYNN, it is simply business and business is all we do.”
Synn goes to get up, seeming like she is going to charge the ring, but Brooke holds her back.
“That goes for all of the champions. The new tag champs, APEX–Jenny Myst and Mandii Rider. Same deal. The Paradigm, Craze and Piledriver. All the same offer. There will be new belts to replace them all, and it is only fair to give them a clean slate to be earned.”
The crowd is booing more now, this is huge news.
“I assure you, that whether OCW ever opens its doors again under those letters, WE here at EightPrime in fact do see the future, and the future is bright. We WILL rise from the ashes like a phoenix, and will will be bigger and better than ever. You all were abandoned by the man you worship as a god, left to fend for yourselves in this brutal landscape. You are all the Outcats, and we are now your corral to the chaos. OCW, Proud and Strong, welcome to the new era of this storied company….welcome, to OCW. Outcast Championship Wrestling.”
Cara strader takes off her headset and walks off the set, not saying a word, but leaving in protest. Synn and Brooke stare at the ring in shock.
Smith: What does this mean for us, Hood?
Hood: I guess we will find out soon.
Smith: Ladies and Gentlemen, we don’t know the future of this great company, or if we will even have jobs in the new one. If this is goodbye, it has been an honor to call OCW--ORIGINAL OCW-- programming for you all this time. This has been Access Denied 2, and as always, thank you for being you.”
The feed cuts just as he finishes his sentence, as the last reminisce of the original OCW washes out with static fuzz.