ANARCHY 8-24-2023

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Post by "Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor on Aug 25, 2023 0:34:31 GMT -5

CFG Bank Arena

Baltimore Maryland

Doors 7 pm

Event 8 pm

Stone Highmore: WELCOME LADIES AND GENTLEMAN TO BALTIMORE. THIS. IS. ANARCHY. We are sold out and this crowd is amped and ready as we weave our way towards the brand exclusive Pay Per View on September 21st!

Roland Blaze: We have more of the best action on Television for you, and it starts right now!

Drums pound in synch with grinding guitars as “Bonehead" assaults the fans while the arena is blanketed in darkness while at six seconds in, a saxophone begins squealing a prolonged note. At thirteen seconds, while a spotlight suddenly pierces the darkness, casting its light on the entrance curtain, the vocalist begins whooping and screaming. BRADDOCK explodes through the curtain and marches for the ring.

Lee MASTERS: “Making his way to the ring! Representing the RISE brand, he is five feet, ten inches tall and tips the scales at two hundred and fifty-one pounds and hails from Stockton, California. He! Is! BRADDOCK!!!!

BRADDOCK has ascended the ring steps and is entering the ring halfway down the apron, I’m between the ring posts by dipping under the top rope. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and while secure on the second rope, he raises both fists in the air and bellows.

Stone: This guy is a force to be reckoned with, for sure. Supremely impressive psychically.

Blaze: Amazing athlete but not all there upstairs. Which I love! In fact I've been texting Ms. Baylor all week about bringing his contract to Anarchy. I love the guy!

Stone: You would.

The lights go out in the arena, as a cling sound like coins being tossed in the air is heard. The screen begins to flicker, as a man is showing walking through a forest, tossing three gold coins in the air. He follows a path carrying the coins and a lantern. A woman stands towards the end of his path, as she turns to her. She keeps her head down, as the woman offers her the coins, she inspects them, as she looks down as she begins to kneel. She places her hand on her shoulder as the screen shuts off, and the two appear on the stage, the song begins playing, as Legion turns to the crowd, placing the gold coins in her chest, Ms. J standing behind her.

The sky grows dark

Decay underneath

The ravens in the sky

And kings shall deceive

We have come into the night

Plunder and raise and war are nigh

We have come into the night

Plunder and raise and war are nigh

We will fight (we will fight)

Vikings (vikings)

For Ragnarök

Legion begins her slow walk down from the top of the apron, as she sways with the music her eyes glowing in the dark. She looks up into the ring where there is no one awaiting her, as she makes her way to the bottom, turning slowly as the beat begins to pick up.

I can feel it in my veins

The warrior inside me

Drengr of Ragnarök

Drengr of Ragnarök

Drengr of Ragnarök

Welcome to Valhalla

The sounds of horns

Fierce morality

The nightfall reigns

And the silence bleeds

LEE MASTERS: AND HIS OPPONENT, from TOKYO, JAPAN, LEEEEEEEGIIIIONNNNNNN

As she climbs the stairs, she slowly slides into the ring, with red spotlights on her. She cackles slightly, as she looks around. She then slowly backs into a corner sitting down, staring up the ramp as Ms J makes her way to ringside. The lights come on, as the music cuts out.

Stone: Super talented as well when she actually tries.

Blaze: Truth. You just never know which Legion you're going to get from week to week. Cool entrance, though!

Braddock and Legion circle as the bell rings. He is so much larger than her physically, but she is lightning quick. Braddock extends his massive arm for a lock-up, but Legion wisely darts under it, using her speed and agility to stay one step ahead.

Stone: Legion is going to need to rely on her quickness and martial arts expertise to have any chance against Braddock's raw power.

Blaze: That's right. Braddock has a size and strength advantage that's hard to overcome for anyone, much less someone Legion’s size

Legion continues to evade Braddock's attempts to catch her, frustrating the big man. She uses quick strikes to Braddock's legs, trying to wear him down. But Braddock is unrelenting, swinging his powerful fists like sledgehammers.

Stone: Legion is doing a remarkable job of avoiding Braddock's crushing blows, but how long can she keep this up?

The match goes back and forth, with Legion landing quick strikes and dodging Braddock's attempts to grab her for the bear hug. However, Braddock's sheer power is always lurking, and he manages to catch Legion by the ankle and hoist her into the air for a massive slam.

Blaze: There it is! Braddock's power on full display!

Stone: Legion is going to feel that in the morning! My god, the ring shook!

Legion writhes in pain on the mat, but she refuses to give up. She uses her martial arts skills to execute a swift pele kick to Braddock's head as he goes to pick her up by the hair, which knocks him back a bit, stunning the big man. Legion then climbs the ropes and launches herself, connecting with a diving elbow drop.

Stone: Legion with an incredible display of agility and precision!

Blaze: Not to mention survival!

Legion goes for the cover, but Braddock powers out at two. The match continues with both competitors giving it their all. Legion's speed and martial arts prowess keep Braddock on his toes, but Braddock's brute strength always looms as a threat.

As the match reaches its climax, Legion goes for a series of lightning-fast strikes, rocking Braddock. She attempts a high-flying maneuver, but Braddock catches her in mid-air with a massive bearhug. The air is squeezed out of Legion's lungs as Braddock's powerful arms constrict around her.

Stone: Legion is in trouble now! Braddock's got her in that bearhug, and he's squeezing the life out of her!

Legion struggles, but it looks like she might not escape this devastating hold. However, Legion summons her last reserves of energy and delivers a series of elbow strikes to Braddock's head, forcing him to release the bearhug.

Stone: Legion showing incredible resilience here!

Blaze: She's not giving up without a fight, but that may not be in her best interest!

Legion, still reeling from the bearhug, stumbles to her feet. Braddock, though clearly weakened, charges at him. But Legion, with a burst of speed and agility, sidesteps Braddock and sends him crashing into the turnbuckle.

Legion climbs to the top rope and readies herself. Braddock slowly turns around, dazed and disoriented. Legion leaps from the top rope and connects with a devastating flying missile drop kick kick to Braddock's head.

Stone: Legion might have him here!

Blaze: What a move!

Legion goes for the cover, and the referee counts:

Referee: One! Two!

But just as the referee's hand is about to hit the mat for the third time, Braddock powers out, throwing Legion off him.

Stone: Unbelievable! Braddock kicked out!

The crowd is on its feet, electrified by the action in the ring. Legion, frustrated but determined, rises to her feet once more. She knows he has to dig deep to put Braddock away. Legion attempts to lock in a submission hold, but Braddock's strength proves insurmountable.

Stone: Legion can't quite get that submission locked in. Braddock's power is just too much!

Blaze: It's like trying to hold back a bulldozer!

As Legion struggles to maintain the hold, Braddock begins to rise to his feet, hoisting Legion onto his shoulder. With a thunderous roar, Braddock executes a devastating powerbomb. Legion pops back up from sheer momentum and Braddock quickly puts her back down………..

MANSFIELD’S CURSE!!!!!

The meathook clothesline delivers and Legion crumbles.

He hooks the leg.

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Lee Masters: Here is your winner, by pinfall, BRADDDDDDOOOCKKK

Braddock looks at the fallen Legion, who is trying to get back up. This seems to irritate him as he grabs her again….

Stone: Come on! The match is over damnit, take the win and go home!

Blaze: He is making a point, Stone. He is coming over here from RISE to try and put that program on the map!

Stone: LOOKOUT!

Cluster Bomb!!!!!!

The Steenalizer connects! Legions head/neck hit the turnbuckle hard. She goes limp.

Braddock pops a PBR as if nothing happened and leaves the ring as the refs call for medical personnel to check on the unconscious Legion.

Stone: There was no need for that. Totally uncalled for!

Medical staff swarms the ring as the show cuts to the back.

We see Britlyn Baylor sitting in her office. She folds closed a cream folder, and puts it in a stack with some others.

She has a warm smile on her face.

Across from her is Anarchy General Manager Eric Drake. He, too, has a smile on.

Drake: It’s been a good week, by the looks of it.

Baylor: It has. A huge influx of new talent to both shows. Some really good performers. Just booked us a spot in the PWA Halloween special this fall, as well as a very good partnership going forward with the Velvet Rabbit.

Drake: Ahh, I like that place.

Baylor: Me too. But the biggest news here is the most recent signing.

Drake: Oh yeah?

Baylor: Oh yeah. We have been waiting for someone to come in to really challenge SYNN for that title, and I think I found just the person.

Drake: I think Donnie is doing a pretty good job.

Baylor: He is, but this particular superstar has 20 years experience in the biz. He has a name you recognize. He has a pedigree, we need that right now.

Drake: Who is it?

Britlyn is running a poker chip between her fingers, then closes it in her palm.

Baylor: You’ll find out soon enough.

Stone: Did the boss just sign us a veteran, Ro?

Blaze: Sure sounds like it!

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Stone: We need to make our way over there next time we're in New York or Vegas.

Blaze: Hell yeah.

LEE MASTERS: This next match is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada and accompanied by Blake Anderson and Sinclair.........Belladonna Anderson!

The song Let's Go All The Way by Insane Clown Posse stars to blast over the PA system. When the lead singer starts to sing, Paul Sinclair and Blake Anderson comes out first. About a good 2 minutes later, Belladonna Anderson is seen coming out. She evily smiles and stands in the middle of the 2 gentleman. She gives Blake a kiss and the threesome walk down to the ring ignoring the fans. When they get to the ring, both men hold the ring ropes open for her. She thanks them and go right inside of the ring with both men following right behind her. She starts talking trash about what she wants to do to her opponent while both men evily smile as Blake is seen with his arms wrapped around her. He exits the ring and sits at ringside while she warms up.

The music for Dare by the Gorillaz starts playing and Lylah comes to the ramp and does a little dance. She comes down the ramp and fives the fans.

LEE MASTERS: From New Orleans by way of Athens Greece. she stands five feet eleven inches and weighs in at one hundred fifty pounds she is the Greek Born Lioness, Lylah Lionheart!!!

Lylah then slides in the ring and roars like a lion and smiles at Belladonna, who looks disgusted by her mere presence.

Stone: Two young and up and coming ladies here set to do battle. The future of OCW happens in these matches you know!

Blaze: Well, wake me up when the future arrives, please.

Lylah Lionheart, known for her incredible strength, and Belladonna Anderson, celebrated for her agility and cunning, circled each other warily. They locked up in the center of the ring, their powerful bodies straining against one another. Lylah quickly used her size advantage to shove Belladonna to the ropes, but Belladonna effortlessly countered, slipping behind Lylah and applying a tight waist lock.

The audience watched in anticipation as Belladonna attempted to lift Lylah for a German suplex. However, Lylah's raw power came into play, as she planted her feet firmly and blocked the move. With a sudden burst of energy, Lylah broke Belladonna's grip and spun around to deliver a thunderous clothesline that sent Belladonna sprawling to the mat.

Stone: Impressive display so far for Lylah. She's in the ring with a very game Anderson and so far has held her own!

Belladonna was down but not out. She scrambled to her feet, showcasing her incredible agility as she dodged Lylah's attempted knee drop. Belladonna then launched a series of quick kicks to Lylah's legs, attempting to weaken the big woman's base. Lylah winced but stood her ground.

Lylah swung a massive haymaker, but Belladonna ducked under it and went for a springboard crossbody off the ropes. She collided with Lylah, taking her down to the mat. Belladonna scrambled to her feet, capitalizing on Lylah's momentary disorientation. She executed a picture-perfect standing moonsault, driving her knees into Lylah's abdomen for a near fall.

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Kickout.

Stone: Close call there but Lionheart gets the shoulder up.........

*silence*

Stone: Are you really not commenting on this match? Unbelieveable.

Lylah, feeling the pressure, managed to summon her inner strength. She grabbed Belladonna by the hair and lifted her high into the air, holding her there for a breathtaking delayed vertical suplex. The crowd gasped as Belladonna hung upside down for what seemed like an eternity before crashing down onto the canvas.

With Belladonna on the mat, Lylah locked her massive arms around Belladonna's waist and hoisted her up for a gut-wrench powerbomb. The impact was thunderous, and Belladonna writhed in pain. But she was not one to give up easily. She managed to kick out just in the nick of time, displaying her incredible resilience.

Belladonna, realizing that she couldn't match Lylah's power, resorted to her cunning. She lured Lylah into a corner and then suddenly leaped onto the ropes, springboarding backward into a stunning hurricanrana. Lylah went down, and Belladonna seized the opportunity to climb the turnbuckle.

With the crowd on their feet, Belladonna prepared for her signature move, the "Belladonna's Arrow." She leaped off the top rope, spinning in mid-air, and hooked Lylah's head under her arm. The two women plummeted to the mat in a blur of motion, and Belladonna expertly transitioned the move into a modified underhook DDT, her "Belladonna's Arrow."

Stone: That's the finisher! Belladonna's arrow! This one's over folks!

She looks the leg.

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Sinclair claps at ringside as Blake slides into the ring, hugging her as he throws her hand up.

LEE MASTERS: YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL, BELLADONNA ANNDDDDERRRSONNNN

Brooke Blakely is seen in the back, stretching and getting ready for her match with Donnie Harris. She laces up her wrestling boots and stands up, throwing a towel over her shoulder.

Suddenly, out of seemingly nowhere, SYNN shows up.

“You ready kiddo?”

“Ready as I’m gonna get.”

“Donnie is solid. I would know. Easily my toughest opponent yet. Do not take him lightly out there and if you need anything—-”

Brooke was walking towards the locker room door, and SYNN was following close behind. Brooke stops and turns towards her.

“No. Synn. I appreciate you looking out for me, but I need to do this myself. Prove I can do this.”

“You were Paradigm Champion in the other company I mean I think people know you—”

“I cost us the tag titles. Everyone tells me that I am nothing without you. I need to prove to everyone–but mostly to myself–that I can do this. I know Donnie is tough, but I need to be able to beat him if I want to be considered as one of the top contenders here.”

Synn looks at Brooke, turning her head side to side.

“I get it, I do. You don’t have faith in me, and that’s fine. You’re the World Champion and one of the best I have ever seen in the ring. I need to be on that level and the more I have you there as a fallback the less I can do that.”

Synn puts a finger up and taps her lips, like she is considering Brooke’s words.

“Fine. Go out there and prove it. I’ll be watching back here.” There was a genuine sadness in her voice for the first time.

“Thank you.” Brooke puts a hand on SYNN’s shoulder. “Thank you, but I have to do this, alone.”

She turns and walks out of the dressing room, leaving her friend standing there.

OCW cameras cut back to the arena. DYNASTY is still out there, but this time they have switched places. Belladonna sits in the chair at ringside, and Blake is in the ring warming up. Sinclair is standing ringside, hyping him up.

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Danza Kuduro hits and Hanari spins and dances his way out to the ramp in traditional latin Bachata style. He is carrying the flag of the Dominican Republic on a flag pole over his shoulder. He swings his hips and points at the ladies in the front row, winking and making the gun symbol with his thumb and index finger of his free hand. He spins again and walks his way down to the ring with a cocky head swing and a million dollar smile. Climbing the ring steps he gets into the ring, getting on the top rope and waving the flag a few times before jumping down and preparing for the match.

Stone: This one should be fun! Carnes is a technician in the ring, but to this point he's been beating on women. He has one tough customer in Blake tonight!

Blaze: Dynasty is making a name for themselves on Anarchy, and in OCW. A win over Carnes would be massive here tonight for their rep!

As the referee signaled for the bell to ring, the crowd erupted in cheers. The two competitors locked eyes, their expressions steely and determined. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation as they circled each other in the ring, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The opening moments of the match were a masterclass in technical wrestling. Carnes and Anderson engaged in a series of grapples and holds, each trying to gain the upper hand. Carnes showcased his agility, ducking and dodging Anderson's attempts to overpower him. Meanwhile, Anderson displayed his immense strength, effortlessly lifting Carnes and slamming him to the mat.

The crowd was split, with half of them chanting for Carnes and the other half cheering for Anderson. This was a classic clash of styles – Carnes, the technician, versus Anderson, the powerhouse. The back-and-forth action had the fans on the edge of their seats.

Stone: Well, its a bit slower paced than we anticipated but both of them are showing they have some prowess inside that ring!

Blaze: Anyone can throw a punch, its all the elements you build around it and both of these two can do that in spades!

As the match progressed, Carnes began to gain the upper hand. He used his speed and agility to his advantage, executing a series of lightning-fast strikes that left Anderson reeling. Carnes went for a pinfall attempt, but Anderson kicked out at the last moment, showing his resilience.

Carnes continued to target Anderson's limbs, trying to weaken him for his signature submission move, "Viva la republic" With precision, he locked in the hold, stretching Anderson's arm to its limit. The crowd roared as Anderson struggled to reach the ropes, his face contorted in pain. With a burst of strength, Anderson managed to grab the bottom rope, forcing Carnes to release the hold.

Stone: That's the first time we have seen ANYONE break that hold!

Blaze: Oh yeah, usually when that's locked in its game over!

Frustrated and in pain, Anderson finally found an opening. He caught Carnes off guard with a thunderous clothesline that sent Carnes tumbling to the mat. Anderson followed up with a series of power moves, showcasing his incredible strength. He hoisted Carnes into the air and delivered a devastating spinebuster that left the crowd in awe.

Anderson's comeback was a sight to behold. He climbed to the top turnbuckle and soared through the air, connecting with a massive diving elbow drop. The impact shook the ring, and Anderson went for the pinfall. Carnes kicked out at two and a half.

Stone: THAT was close. A fraction of a second away for Anderson there!

Anderson uses a surge of adreneline to hook Hanari in for a DDT, but Carnes countered one of Anderson's go-to moves into a stunning DDT of his own!!. The crowd erupted as both men lay on the mat, exhausted and battered. Carnes was the first to his feet, his eyes filled with determination. He signaled to the crowd, and they responded with a deafening roar.

Carnes unleashed a flurry of high-impact moves, including a jaw-dropping springboard moonsault that left Anderson stunned. He went for another pinfall attempt, but Anderson managed to kick out just in the nick of time.

From the side of the ring, Belladonna Anderson grabbed the flag that Hanari wears to the ring. She has a blowtorch in her hand.

Stone: Where the hell did she get a damn blowtorch?

Blaze: Does it matter where she got it? It matters what she's about to do with it!

She gets on the ring apron, holding the flag with the torch. Hanari notices this and immediately comes over. She threatens to light it if he takes another step. But when he doesn't stop, she hesitates. He grabs a handful of hair and is going to toss her into the ring when she turns it on. He jumps back.....

Anderson quickly recovered and delivered his devastating finisher, the "Dy-Nasty V-Trigger," a knee strike of unparalleled power. Carnes was laid out cold, and Anderson went for the cover. The referee, despite noticing Belladonna's interference, began the count. One... Two... Three!

The bell rang, and Blake Anderson was declared the winner.

LEE MASTERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER........BLAKE ANDERSON!

Hanari is down in the center of the ring. Belladonna is wearing the Dominican Flag, and Blake twirls her around. Sinclair stands over Hanari, who is wincing and holding his jaw.

He has a mic.

Sinclair: Adios, douche bag!

The three laugh as he drops the mic.

Stone: Are they keeping his flag?

Blaze: It sure looks like it!

The three walk away as Hanari gets to his feet with a fire in his eyes.

Blaze: The Dynasty has spoken, and has been damn near unbeatable! They are gonna be a force!

A purple hue engulfs the arena as the lyrics to "Unholy" blare.

"Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot

At the body shop, doing something unholy

He lucky, lucky, yeah (ooh)

He lucky, lucky, yeah (ye-yeah)

He lucky, lucky, yeah

He lucky, lucky, yeah"

LEE MASTERS: FROM HOUSTON TEXAS...........BROOKE BLAKELY

As the music kicks in, Brooke walks out to some boos with a few cheers mixed in. She slowly makes her way to the ring as a spotlight glares on her. She rolls in the ring and removes her jacket awaiting her opponent.

Stone: Brooke wanted to do this by herself. She needs to prove to herself that she can do it. She may have bitten off more than she can chew here.

Blaze: Oh for sure! But I'm in her corner here, how long does SYNN have to keep holding her hand?! Lets see what she's got!

This line from the chorus blasts over the speakers before the song opens with its opening drumline. As soon as the lyrics start, Donnie slowly emerges from behind the curtain wearing a loosely-tied BJJ gi top and a pair of standard boxing shorts. He stands at the top of the ramp in a pair of amateur wrestling shoes that match the shorts. He slowly starts walking down the ramp halfway into the first verse.

LEE MASTERS: On his way to the ring... standing at 6-foot-3-inches tall, weighing in at 228 pounds...

Donnie moves from the bottom of the ramp to the steel steps, jumping up a couple steps at a time up onto the ring apron, moving through the ropes slowly.

LEE BATES: DONNIE... HARRIS!

Donnie starts to take his gi top and moves to his corner, throwing the shirt up and over the top rope onto the floor for the ring crew to move. He rests against the corner and stretches, breathing deeply and waiting for the bell.

Donnie and Brooke circled each other, tension mounting. Donnie was a force of nature, a hulking mass of muscle and aggression. He lunged at Brooke, attempting to grab her, but she ducked under his outstretched arms and delivered a lightning-quick dropkick to his knee, causing him to stumble.

Brooke capitalized on the opening, launching a flurry of punches at Donnie's midsection. Each blow landed with precision, but it was like hitting a brick wall. Donnie laughed, a sinister grin spreading across his face. With one swift motion, he grabbed Brooke by the hair and whipped her into the ropes.

Stone: Brooke giving it her all here, but Donnie is just so much more powerful.

Blaze: He is an absolute unit. Look what he did to the champ last week!

As Brooke rebounded off the ropes, Donnie attempted a clothesline, but Brooke had other plans. She executed a dazzling mid-air somersault, narrowly avoiding Donnie's massive arm. The crowd gasped in amazement as Brooke landed gracefully behind him. She then delivered a series of kicks to Donnie's legs, trying to take the big man down.

Donnie retaliated with a vicious backhand chop that echoed through the arena, sending Brooke reeling. He followed up with a scoop slam that shook the ring.

Donnie continued to press his advantage, lifting Brooke high into the air for a crushing suplex. The impact reverberated through Brooke's body, and the crowd winced in sympathy. Donnie went for a quick cover, but Brooke kicked out at two.

With the crowd firmly behind her, Brooke fought her way back into the match. She dodged another of Donnie's wild swings and executed a picture-perfect tornado DDT that sent him crashing to the mat. The crowd erupted in cheers as Brooke scrambled to the top rope.

OCW Camera's cut to SYNN, watching anxiously in the back.

Brooke soared through the air, aiming for a high-risk maneuver. She executed a breathtaking corkscrew moonsault, but Donnie rolled out of the way at the last possible moment. Brooke crashed hard, clutching her ribs in pain.

Stone: Brooke in a bad way here. Donnie Harris is doing what he wants out there!

Donnie seized the opportunity and went to work on Brooke's injured midsection. He drove his knee into her gut and followed up with a brutal gut wrench suplex. Brooke's agility had been neutralized, and she was struggling to catch her breath.

Donnie hoisted Brooke onto his shoulders, setting her up for his signature move, the Avalanche drop. The crowd held its collective breath as Donnie launched Brooke into the air with sheer force. But Brooke, displaying her resilience, managed to twist in mid-air and avoid the devastating move.

Brooke landed on her feet and immediately sprang into action. She hit Donnie with a quick superkick, stunning him momentarily. With Donnie dazed, Brooke used her agility to her advantage, hitting him with a flurry of acrobatic maneuvers that left the big man disoriented.

Brooke climbed the ropes again, this time successfully executing a spectacular Shooting Star Press. She hooked Donnie's leg for a pin, and the referee counted – one, two... but Donnie kicked out just in the nick of time. The match would continue.

The crowd was on its feet, caught up in the back-and-forth battle between these two incredible competitors. Donnie, however, had had enough. He roared with fury and powered to his feet, shoving Brooke away. He took a moment to catch his breath before launching a devastating clothesline that turned Brooke inside out.

Donnie wasted no time and hoisted Brooke onto his shoulders once more. This time, he connected with the "Ride the Lightning" Shining Wizard. The impact was thunderous, and Brooke crumpled to the mat, seemingly unconscious.

Stone: My god what a shot! Brooke is out cold!

He grins as he puts a foot on her chest.

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LEE MASTERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER: DONNNNNIEE HARRRISSSSS

Donnie then looks at Brooke, who is getting to her feet slowly, and a sick smile crosses his face. He walks over to her, and locks her in the Crippler Crossface!

Stone: WHY?! The match is over Donnie, you won! She's helpless!

Brooke is screaming in pain and tapping! Donnie locks in harder.

Blaze: You gotta think this is a message to SYNN!

As if on que, SYNN sprints to the ring, and slides in. Donnie lets go of the hold and rolls out of the ring. SYNN has fire in her eyes as she watches Donnie, with a cocky smirk, back up the ramp.

Stone: It's not over between these two!

Blaze: Far from it. Donnie is sending a message to the champion, and I think she received it!

She cradles Brooke as she snarls at Donnie

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Stone: And as we get into the end of the broadcast here, we have seen action, to say the least!

Blaze: SYNN made an early entrance, to save her friend, and now we get to see her again as she takes on another powerhouse this week!

A clip shows SYNN handing Brooke over to the refs to help her to the back, and her nodding with tears in her eyes that shes okay. She also mouthed "I'm sorry" to SYNN before she left with them. The champ is in the ring, as she waited out there for Konstantine to make his debut.

Inside the arena the fans were sitting on the edge of their seats waiting in anticipation for the next bit of action to take place, as the lights throughout the entire Outcast Championship Wrestling arena dim simultaneously out throughout the entire arena as it plunges into darkness as "The Wasteland" - by Chelsea Wolfe blares out of the PA sound system and can be heard at this moment, all spotlights in the building shine down onto the entrance while the crowd begins to stir with distaste as the Outcast-tron comes to life as the words "HATRED", "FEAR", "ANGER" and "AGONY" flash across the screens of the Outcast-tron.

As the words flash across the Outcast-tron, they can be seen being written out in Crimson Red Old English cursive against a black wall drop, as it’s seen flashing across the Outcast-tron the entrance aisle comes to life again revealing that of a rather large figure who can be seen being covered by that of a sleeveless hoodie jacket and a tattered/ripped scarf who can be seen kneeling down on one knee, his head lowered and his arms outstretched like that of the Greek God Atlas, as he soaks in the distaste of the fans, before raising back up as he does he removes his sleeveless black hoodie and tattered/ripped jean jacket, revealing himself to be none other than the bearded monster of a man yours truly ALEXANDER KONSTANTINE..

As the spotlight shines down upon him, Alexander can be seen standing alone, his face covered by black and white corpse-war-paint, before he’s joined shortly afterwards by that of his valet Isabella Grey who stands on the side of him, as the darkness continues to surround him and Isabella. Alexander can be seen with his head held high, well higher than most with his nose in the clouds, one would say-his confidence in his own perfection and abilities, never absent..

A smirk of disdain can be seen as he looks out into the darkness of the mass imperfection that laid in his presence, the crowd grows with distaste towards Alexander as he stands with Isabella by his side, as the single spotlight continues to shine down upon him and his valet Isabella who make their presence known. Alexander can be seen ignoring the boos, jeers of the fans, as the single spotlight continues to shine down on him as Isabella follows closely behind him as he slowly makes his way down the entrance aisle..

Lee Masters: "Ladies and gentlemen being accompanied to the ring tonight by his valet Isabella Grey, he’s hails from Bethlehem, Pennsylvania and weighs in tonight at an astounding Two-hundred and Fifty-Five chiseled pounds of pure muscle and stands approximately Six foot and Three inches in an astounding height.. he is.. "The Harbinger of Suffering" he is the one, and only.. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALEXANDER KOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONSTANTINE!!!!!!!!"

With a look of apathy and a twist of Alexander’s nose as his name is heard broadcasted over the PA system by that of Masters, as he and Isabella make their way down the entrance aisle, he can be seen with his head still held high while he continues to study the incredibly ungrateful fans, as he makes his way towards the squared circle, nothing but a chorus of boos can be heard as they echo throughout that of the arena, the closer he and Isabella get to the squared circle, the louder the chants of disdain can be heard.

Still with his head held high as he walks around towards the steel steps, once at the steel steps, the big man steps up on them, wiping the bottoms of his boots, before he steps inside the squared circle, he signals for the ref to raise the top rope up, allowing him to step through it, leaving Isabella behind at ringside. Once inside the square circle Alexander climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares out at those booing him, and throws his arms straight out, basking in his glory while the fans of the OCW continue to boo him before climbing down from the ring post he had been standing up on and leans up against it as he awaits for his opponent to come on out to do battle with him..

SYNN is ready as she is in slithering position, staring at KON.

Stone: This one is going to be a classic, I have a feeling.

Blaze: Eh, maybe not. KON isn't one for losing, yet, neither is SYNN. Who knows. Lets watch!

The bell rang, and the match was underway. Konstatine wasted no time, charging at SYNN with a thunderous clothesline that sent her crashing to the mat. The impact echoed through the arena as the crowd gasped in shock. Konstatine's raw power was on full display as he effortlessly lifted SYNN off the mat and tossed her across the ring like a ragdoll.

SYNN struggled to her feet, her face contorted in pain, but determination burned in her eyes. She wasn't about to let Konstatine dominate her without a fight. With a burst of energy, she launched herself at him, attempting a series of quick strikes to his midsection. However, her blows seemed to have little effect on the hulking powerhouse. Konstatine responded with a brutal knee to SYNN's gut, causing her to double over in agony.

The crowd watched in awe as Konstatine continued his relentless assault. He lifted SYNN high above his head and paraded around the ring with her, displaying his immense strength. The fans could hardly believe their eyes as he effortlessly tossed her to the mat once more. The impact was bone-jarring, and SYNN lay sprawled out, gasping for breath.

Konstatine circled his fallen opponent, a cruel grin on his face. He seemed to relish in her suffering, savoring each moment of his dominance. He dropped to the mat and pulled SYNN up by her hair, taunting her as she struggled to stand.

Stone: I have NEVER seen the World Champion dominated like this!

Blaze: Neither has she. This one has been one sided to say the very least!

SYNN's resilience was commendable, but she was clearly outmatched. Konstatine hoisted her onto his massive shoulders and walked to the center of the ring, showcasing his dominance to the cheering crowd. With a thunderous crash, he executed a devastating powerbomb that shook the ring to its core. SYNN's body writhed in pain as the impact left her nearly motionless.

The referee counted as Konstatine went for the pin, but SYNN's determination refused to let her stay down. With a last-minute burst of energy, she kicked out, shocking the crowd and frustrating Konstatine. He glared down at her with a mixture of anger and disbelief, unable to fathom how she had managed to escape defeat.

The match continued, with Konstatine mercilessly punishing SYNN at every turn. He threw her against the ropes, sending her bouncing back toward him like a helpless target. Each collision seemed to drain more of SYNN's strength, yet she refused to give in. Her spirit remained unbroken.

As the minutes turned into an eternity for SYNN, the crowd's support grew stronger. They rallied behind their beloved champion, chanting her name and urging her to fight back. SYNN drew strength from their energy, and a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes.

Stone: If SYNN wants any hope in this match, she better get it going soon.

Blaze: Kon is doing something nobody has done to this point....he is making the champ look vulnerable.

In a desperate move, SYNN managed to dodge one of Konstatine's thunderous punches. She seized the opportunity and delivered a swift kick to his knee, causing him to stagger. With adrenaline coursing through her veins, SYNN unleashed a flurry of strikes, targeting Konstatine's vulnerable spots. Her precision and speed caught him off guard, and he stumbled backward.

The crowd erupted in cheers as SYNN continued to mount her comeback. She executed a lightning-fast DDT, driving Konstatine's skull into the canvas. It was a pivotal moment in the match, and the tide seemed to be turning in her favor. SYNN crawled toward her opponent, her body aching and battered, and draped her arm over him for the pin.

Stone: DDT FROM SYNN! OUT OF NOWHERE! PIN HIM! PIN HIMM!!!

Blaze: Relax, you're gonna blow your pacemaker!

The referee's hand came down, "One!" The crowd held its collective breath. "Two!" The anticipation was palpable. But before the referee's hand could reach the mat for the third time, Konstatine unleashed a surge of power, throwing SYNN off him with a herculean effort. The arena shook with the force of his resistance.

Stone: Damn.

SYNN was exhausted, but she refused to give up. She dragged herself up once more, her determination shining brightly in her eyes. With a display of incredible athleticism, she ascended to the top turnbuckle, the crowd roaring in support. She launched herself into the air, executing a breathtaking moonsault that connected with Konstatine.

The impact was devastating, and Konstatine lay sprawled out on the mat, his body wracked with pain. SYNN, however, had also paid a heavy price for her daring move. She struggled to her feet, her movements slow and labored. The champion had given everything she had left in that one moment of glory.

The arena was a cacophony of noise as SYNN crawled toward Konstatine, her body screaming in protest. She draped an arm over him for the pin, and the referee began the count. "One!" The fans held their breath. "Two!"

It felt like an eternity.

KON GETS A SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND.

SYNN ROLLS OFF EXHAUSTED!

Stone: What does the champ have to do to put the big man down?! For god sakes this match has been hopelessly one-sided the entire time!

Blaze: SYNN knows the has to put him away NOW or there is a chance she probably wont!

Just then......the crowd buzzes. Synn is using the ropes to get to her feet, her face paint starting to wear off. Kon is to his feet.

ITS BROOKE BLAKELY. She sprints down the ramp and hops up onto the apron. Kon turns, showing his teeth with a sick grin at the pretty blonde. He walks over to her. SYNN sees his, and tries to tell Brooke to leave but she steps through the ropes and gets in Kon's face!

Stone: What is she doing?! Does she have a death wish?!

Donnie Harris comes through the crowd and hops the barricade.

Blaze: Oh boy!

Kon grabs Brooke by the throat. Synn rushes over to help her, but is cut off by Donnie who clotheslines her damn near out of her shoes. At the same time, Brooke slaps Kon.........

The ref rings the bell.

Stone: You gotta think Donnie wouldn't have come down here if Brooke didn't! Why does Donnie care who wins this match?! He is still the number one contender regardless! He just didn't want Synn to get a cheap win....

Blaze: Well now neither of them will!

The ref is talking to Lee Masters, who brings the mic to his mouth.

Lee Masters: Ladies and Gentleman, as a result of outside interference for both competitors, the referee has ruled this a DOUBLE disqualification......

Stone: WOW

Lee Masters: Therefore, it is a DRAW.

Synn has her hands on her hips as Brooke's eyes go wide.

Blaze: Brooke was just trying to help SYNN after she rejected her help earlier in the night! And it backfired!

Synn looks at Brooke and shakes her head. Brooke tries to plead her case as SYNN shrugs and hauls off and nails Donnie. Brooke hits Kon. The four rumble as the crowd pops and Anarchy goes to commercial.

FINAL COMMERCIAL BREAK

BELLE OF THE BRAWL:

3 FALLS

1st: Submission

2nd: Falls Count Anywhere

3rd: Stretcher Match

Stone: HERE WE GO! The Battle for Bragging Rights!

Blaze: How often do we get a Pay Per View Quality Main Event on Cable TV?!

Stone: That's why we are the best, Roland!

The lights go down and "MINE" by Halestorm starts to play. The arena is filled with Red and lights and fog. The Silhouette of Alexandra can be seen at the top of the ramp. She poses on the top of the ramp and as the beat drops, she starts to make her way down the ramp, towards the ring. Stopping halfway down the ramp, she stops looking out over the crowd, before continuing on. She smirks seeing some of the signs people made, a cocky smirk crosses her face.

Lee Masters: "From DALLAS TEXAS, she is the OCW ANARCHY CHAMPION, ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!!!!"

Finishing her walk down the ramp, she climbs onto the ring apron and up onto the turnbuckle. She slips into the ring and poses on the ropes, leaning forward, sometimes talking shit with people in the front row as she waits for her opponent.

Stone: She looks ready!

Blaze: When does she not?!

Stone: And there is the lying, cheating, stealing so called "Queen".

Blaze: You mean "wrestling royalty?" Then yes. It's her.

Jenny walks to the ring and walks up the steps, posing with her belt in Ally's face. Jenny blows her a kiss and Calaway has to be held back by the ref.

Jenny and Alexandra circled each other, eyes locked in a fierce staredown. They had faced off before, but this was a different kind of battle, a test of who could make the other submit, who could endure the most pain and still emerge victorious.

As the tension in the arena mounted, Jenny made the first move. She lunged forward, attempting to grab Alexandra's arm and apply an early submission hold, but Alexandra was quick to counter, twisting her body to avoid Jenny's grasp. The two champions engaged in a rapid exchange of holds and counters, each trying to gain the upper hand.

Jenny managed to secure a front facelock, attempting to transition it into a guillotine choke. Her arms squeezed tightly around Alexandra's neck, and for a moment, it seemed like she might force a quick submission. But Alexandra's years of training and resilience kicked in. With a burst of strength, she powered out of the hold, sending Jenny sprawling backward.

The crowd roared their approval, impressed by the skill and determination on display. Jenny and Alexandra continued to grapple, each woman showcasing her technical prowess. They executed intricate takedowns, countered holds, and traded painful-looking submissions, but neither was willing to give in.

Stone: What a test of wits by the two strongest women in wrestling!

Blaze: Well, one of those two "strongest" has to submit

As the match progressed, it became a battle of attrition. Jenny targeted Alexandra's legs, trying to weaken them to set up for her signature submission holds. She applied a figure-four leglock, wrenching Alexandra's knee, but the Anarchy Champion refused to tap. Her face contorted with pain, but she fought through it, crawling toward the ropes.

With sheer determination, Alexandra managed to grasp the bottom rope, forcing a rope break. The referee intervened, instructing Jenny to release the hold. Frustration flashed across Jenny's face, but she knew that winning this match would require more than just one submission hold.

The match continued with both champions pushing their bodies to the limit. The crowd watched in awe as Jenny and Alexandra exchanged punishing strikes, with kicks and forearms echoing throughout the arena. Each woman's face showed the toll the match was taking, marked by sweat and determination.

Jenny attempted another submission hold, this time a modified armbar, but Alexandra's incredible flexibility allowed her to twist out of it. With a swift move, Alexandra managed to trap Jenny in a triangle choke, her powerful legs squeezing Jenny's neck. The crowd gasped as it looked like Jenny might be on the brink of tapping out.

Jenny's face turned red as she struggled to breathe. Her hand hovered above the canvas, trembling, but she refused to give in. With a surge of adrenaline, she managed to power out of the triangle choke, rolling Alexandra onto her back.

Now, it was Jenny's turn to go on the offensive. She locked in the "Myst Lock," her patented submission hold, a painful combination of a crossface and a leglock. The crowd erupted in cheers as Alexandra's face contorted in agony.

Alexandra's fingers clawed at the mat as she desperately searched for a way out. She refused to tap, her determination shining through. But Jenny had the hold locked in tight, and it seemed like only a matter of time.

Minutes stretched like hours as Alexandra fought to escape the Myst Lock. Her body quivered with pain, but she wouldn't quit. She dug deep into her reserves of strength and determination, inching her way toward the ropes.

Stone: She's not gonna get there! I don't think she's gonna get there!

Blaze: And when are you ever right?

The crowd watched in awe as Alexandra, with a final burst of energy, managed to stretch her arm out and grab the bottom rope.

Blaze: Told ya.

The referee immediately called for a break, and Jenny had no choice but to release the hold. The Rebellion Champion looked frustrated, but she knew she couldn't afford to make a mistake.

Both women were now exhausted, their bodies battered and bruised. The match had reached a critical juncture. Alexandra, still feeling the effects of the Myst Lock, struggled to her feet. Jenny, ever the opportunist, saw her chance. She charged at Alexandra, attempting a running knee strike, but the Anarchy Champion had other plans.

With lightning speed, Alexandra ducked under the knee strike, catching Jenny's leg. She twisted Jenny's leg, and in one fluid motion, locked in a devastating ankle lock. The crowd erupted as they realized the tables had turned.

Jenny screamed in agony as Alexandra torqued her ankle. The Rebellion Champion desperately tried to crawl toward the ropes, but Alexandra had the hold cinched in tight. Tears welled up in Jenny's eyes as the pain became unbearable.

With the center of the ring too far away, Jenny had no choice. She tapped out.

Stone: She did it! Calaway did it! She made Myst tap out!!

Blaze: It's one stage, relax. Myst was just making sure she had a foot left for the final two!

Lee Masters: WINNER OF THE FIRST FALL...ALEXANDRA CALAWAY! STAGE 2 WILL BE FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE!

Immediately, wasting no time, Calaway picked Jenny up by the hair. The Anarchy Champion, Alexandra, deliverd a sharp knee to Jenny's midsection. She followed up with a devastating snap suplex, sending the Rebellion Champion crashing to the mat. The impact echoed throughout the arena, and Alexandra seized the opportunity to take the early advantage.

Jenny gritted her teeth, battling through the pain, and managed to roll out of the ring to catch a breather. Alexandra, however, had no intention of allowing her respite. She followed Jenny to the outside, where the Falls Count Anywhere stipulation truly came into play.

Stone: This is her territory out here! She's the most dangerous out here!

Alexandra went to clothesline Jenny but she sidestepped and tossed her over the barricade into the roaring crowd.

The action spilled into the sea of cheering fans as Jenny and Alexandra traded fierce punches and kicks. They brawled through the crowd, each blow resonating with intensity. The audience, caught up in the chaos, eagerly followed the champions as they brawled up the arena stairs and into the concession area.

French fries went flying as Jenny smashed Alexandra's head into a popcorn machine. Alexandra retaliated by grabbing a nearby trash can, swinging it like a weapon. The metallic clang reverberated through the arena as it collided with Jenny's head. She walked Jenny back into the arena, and the two fought down the steps.

Stone: These two hate each other, and you can feel it! You saw what Myst did to her brother at Revival.....don't think for a second Alexandra has forgotten! They come back over the barricade and to ringside.

Jenny managed to gain the upper hand momentarily. She Irish whipped Alexandra into the steel guardrail, causing it to shake from the force of impact. The Rebellion Champion, fueled by the adrenaline coursing through her veins, launched herself at Alexandra with a flying clothesline, sending them both crashing into the barricade.

But Alexandra wasn't one to stay down for long. She grabbed a steel chair from under the ring and struck Jenny across the back with a resounding thud. The Rebellion Champion collapsed to the floor, clutching her back in agony. Alexandra, seizing the opportunity, went for the first pinfall attempt of the match.

One!

Two!

Jenny kicked out, showing her resilience. This match was far from over.

Alexandra, not one to be deterred, dragged Jenny toward the entrance ramp. The crowd followed the action on the giant screens, their excitement growing with every step. They were headed toward the elevated platform that housed the announce table, a structure that would soon play a pivotal role in the match.

With a fierce determination, Alexandra delivered a series of punishing strikes, weakening Jenny further. She positioned the Rebellion Champion for a powerbomb but Jenny, summoning her inner strength, countered with a back body drop, sending Alexandra crashing onto the steel ramp.

Seizing the moment, Jenny took control. She hoisted Alexandra onto her shoulders, attempting to execute her signature move, the "Pink Perfection" – a devastating Fireman's Carry into a gutbuster. The crowd held its collective breath as Jenny struggled to lift Alexandra.

With a tremendous effort, Jenny executed the move, and Alexandra's body collided with the steel ramp in a sickening thud. The sound echoed throughout the arena, and the crowd erupted in cheers for the Rebellion Champion's incredible feat of strength and brutality.

Jenny, breathing heavily but with a fiery determination in her eyes, crawled toward Alexandra's prone body. She hooked the leg and the referee dropped to make the count.

One!

Two!

CALAWAY KICKS OUT!

Jenny can't believe it. The crowd roars.

Jenny picks Calaway up and tosses her down the ramp back towards the ring, where she rolls down. Jenny runs up and kicks her in the ribs. She walks Ally around the ring, bouncing her head off of various objects at ringside.

Jenny gets Calaway on top of the announce table.

Stone: LOOK OUT!

PINK PERFECTION THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!!!!!!!

After a few seconds, Jenny manages to crawl to the cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE

Stone: We're knotted at one a piece here! And we don't have a table left!

LEE MASTERS: AND THE WINNER OF THE SECOND FALL.....JENNY MYST! The Third round will be a STRETCHER MATCH!

The crowd was electric with anticipation, knowing that this match would be a test of not only physical strength but also the will to push oneself to the limits.

The first strike came from Jenny, a swift kick to Alexandra's midsection after the two had gotten up from the rubble of the table.

She followed it up with a forearm smash to the Anarchy Champion's face. Alexandra staggered backward but quickly regained her composure. She retaliated with a snap kick to Jenny's chest, followed by a series of rapid punches that had the Rebellion Champion reeling.

The back-and-forth continued as the two champions exchanged strikes and holds. Jenny managed to gain the upper hand with a well-executed suplex that sent Alexandra crashing to the mat. But this was a Stretcher Match; pinfalls and submissions didn't count. The only way to win was to incapacitate your opponent to the point that they needed to be carried out on a stretcher.

Jenny, ever the strategist, realized this and decided to target Alexandra's legs. She locked in a sharpshooter, wrenching Alexandra's lower back and legs. The Anarchy Champion grimaced in pain as her body contorted under the pressure. Her fingers grazed the mat as she tried to crawl toward the ropes, but Jenny had the hold locked in tight.

Stone: It's like we're back in bout 1 again! Jenny trying to rip those legs off!

The crowd held its breath, watching as Alexandra's face twisted in agony. Her fingers inched closer to the ropes, and with a final burst of effort, she managed to grab hold, forcing the referee to intervene and call for a rope break. Jenny released the hold, looking frustrated that she couldn't secure an early victory.

As the match wore on, the action spilled outside the ring. Both champions exchanged brutal strikes on the arena floor, using the steel barricades and ring apron as weapons. The fans were treated to a gritty, hard-hitting brawl that showcased the physicality and determination of both competitors.

Jenny tried to whip Alexandra into the steel steps, but the Anarchy Champion reversed it, sending Jenny crashing into the unforgiving steel with a resounding thud. The crowd winced at the impact as Jenny clutched her shoulder in pain.

Alexandra didn't waste a second. She grabbed a nearby steel chair and mercilessly swung it at Jenny's back, causing a sickening clang that echoed through the arena. The Rebellion Champion collapsed to the floor, writhing in agony. Alexandra wasn't finished; she continued her assault, targeting Jenny's back with a series of chair shots.

Stone: Alexandra showing that brutality she is known for! That pronunced mean streak!

Blaze: Right on that surgically repaired back of Myst, too!

The crowd's reaction was mixed, with some fans cheering for the Anarchy Champion's brutal tactics and others expressing concern for Jenny's well-being. But in a Stretcher Match, there was no room for mercy, and Alexandra knew it.

With Jenny down and seemingly unable to continue, Alexandra retrieved the stretcher from the ringside area. She unfolded it and positioned it beside her fallen rival. The Anarchy Champion's gaze never left Jenny, a mix of determination and malice in her eyes.

Slowly, Alexandra began the process of trying to lift Jenny onto the stretcher. The Rebellion Champion's body was limp, her back clearly injured from the brutal chair shots. The crowd watched in hushed anticipation, unsure if Jenny had anything left to give.

But just as Alexandra was about to slide Jenny onto the stretcher, the Rebellion Champion sprang to life. With an impressive burst of energy, she elbowed Alexandra in the face, causing the Anarchy Champion to stumble backward. Jenny then delivered a swift kick to Alexandra's midsection, doubling her over.

Seizing the opportunity, Jenny executed a perfect DDT, driving Alexandra's head into the arena floor. The impact was devastating, and Alexandra lay motionless, her eyes glazed over. It was a pivotal moment in the match, and the crowd erupted in applause for Jenny's resilience.

The Rebellion Champion, fueled by adrenaline and determination, grabbed the stretcher and began the grueling task of trying to load Alexandra onto it. It was payback time, and Jenny was determined to make her rival pay for the chair shots to her back.

Stone: Now its Jenny getting a little revenge!

With each step toward the stretcher, Jenny's back screamed in pain, a testament to her incredible resolve. She managed to position Alexandra onto the stretcher, but the Anarchy Champion wasn't out of the fight just yet. She lashed out, delivering a surprise kick to Jenny's injured back.

Jenny staggered backward, clutching her back in agony. Alexandra, showing incredible resilience, climbed to her feet. She knew that this was her chance to regain control of the match. With a fierce determination, she grabbed the stretcher and swung it like a weapon, striking Jenny across the chest with a resounding thud.

The Rebellion Champion collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. Alexandra, her eyes ablaze with intensity, wasted no time. She rolled Jenny onto the stretcher, securing her rival in place. The crowd watched in stunned silence as Alexandra began pushing the stretcher toward the ambulance, which was parked at the entrance ramp.

Jenny's body lay prone on the stretcher, her eyes locked onto the ambulance in the distance. She knew that if she didn't act quickly, her championship reign could come to a bitter end. Summoning every ounce of strength she had left, Jenny mustered the energy to kick her legs and wriggle free from the stretcher.

The crowd gasped as Jenny, with sheer determination, rolled off the stretcher and onto the arena floor just inches away from the ambulance. Alexandra, who had been so close to victory, looked on in shock and frustration.

The two champions were now on their feet, battered and bruised, but their desire to win burned hotter than ever. They exchanged fierce strikes and kicks, trading momentum back and forth. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, fully invested in this intense battle.

In a desperate move, Alexandra attempted to whip Jenny into the side of the ambulance, but Jenny reversed it, sending Alexandra crashing into the steel with a bone-jarring impact. The Anarchy Champion slumped to the ground, dazed and disoriented.

Jenny, her back still aching from the chair shots earlier in the match, knew that this was her opportunity. She seized the moment, grabbing Alexandra by the hair and pulling her to her feet. With a determined look in her eyes, Jenny hoisted Alexandra onto her shoulders, preparing to execute her signature move, the "Pink Perfection."

Blaze: It's over here if she hits this, you gotta believe its over if she hits this!

But just as Jenny was about to deliver the devastating maneuver, the unexpected happened. The crowd gasped as the arena's lights went dark, plunging them into near darkness. Confusion reigned as the fans tried to make sense of what was happening.

In the dimly lit arena, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Damien, Alexandra Calaway's brother. He had been conspicuous by his absence throughout the match, but now he made his presence felt.

Stone: ITS DAMIEN CALAWAY! ALLY'S BROTHER! THE ONE JENNY CHEATED OUT OF THE BELT!!!!!! AND THE ONE SHE'S GONNA MEET IN HELL IN A CELL!

Damien was holding Jenny Myst's own Rebellion Championship title belt, a sinister smile on his face. He had clearly chosen this moment to make his move, and the crowd watched in shock as he swung the title belt like a weapon, delivering a brutal shot to Jenny's head.

With Jenny incapacitated, Damien turned his attention to Alexandra. He helped his sister to her feet, and together, they dragged the unconscious Jenny Myst toward the waiting ambulance. The crowd watched in disbelief as the ambulance doors swung open, revealing the cold, sterile interior.

With Jenny Myst laid out on a stretcher, Damien and Alexandra carefully loaded their fallen rival into the ambulance. The crowd's boos and jeers grew louder, but it was clear that Jenny was in no condition to resist.

With a determined shove, Damien and Alexandra pushed Jenny's stretcher into the ambulance and closed the doors, sealing her fate. The bell rang, signaling the end of the match.

The bell rings as Ally hugs her brother.

Lee Masters: AND YOUR WINNER.....THE ANARCHY CHAMPION, ALEXANDRA CALWAY

Stone: She did it! Ally beat Jenny at her own game! Is this foreshadowing?!

Blaze: It's cheating!

Anarchy goes off the air with Damien holding the Rebellion Title over his head as the ambulance pulls away.

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