OCW: RISE 9-3-2023

OCW: RISE 9-3-2023 Sept 4, 2023 0:13:14 GMT -5 BRADDOCK likes this

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Post by "Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor on Sept 4, 2023 0:13:14 GMT -5

BOK Center

Tulsa, Oklahoma

St. James: HELLO AND WELCOME TO TULSA OKLAHOMA!! This is RISE and as we get ready to roll into the brand -exclusive Pay Per View next week we have a lot to hash out here!

Hansley: Yes sir and what a Pay Per View its gonna be. UPRISE, live from DC baby!

London: And what an opening match! Girl Power!

The song Sex Action by LA Guns starts to blast over the PA system. When the lead singer starts to sing, Destiny Michaels is seen walking down to the ring. She passes by the fans and gives them the evil smile. She gets inside of the ring, goes to stand in her corner and Trash Talking into the nearest camera as what she wants to do to her opponent.

Marlena Sanchez: Tonight's opening contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, from New York City.........Destiny Michaels!

Marlena Sanchez: And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California........making her OCW Debut, Mika Attano!

The music starts and flashes of blue, green and white fill the arena. Mika heads out to the top of the ramp and jumps around before running to the ring and sliding in from under the bottom rope. Mika gets to her feet and runs to the corner, climbing up on the second turnbuckle and raises her arms.

St. James: A lotta potential here with this one. Mika is supremely talented but Destiny is no slouch either.

The bell rang, and the match was underway. Destiny Michaels and Mika Attano circled each other in the ring, eyeing their opponent's movements. Destiny, the taller but smaller of the two, aimed to use her agility and technical skills to her advantage. She darted in, attempting to go for a quick takedown, but Mika's raw power proved too much. Mika caught Destiny mid-air and slammed her to the mat with a bone-rattling thud.

St. James: Well that's a way to start for Attano. The new comer is looking to make waves against an Outcast Original, and that's a statement right there.

London: Destiny got a little overzealous there.

Destiny grimaced in pain but refused to stay down. She rolled away from Mika and got back to her feet, showcasing her resilience. Destiny attempted a series of quick strikes, targeting Mika's legs and torso, hoping to weaken her powerhouse opponent. Mika, however, absorbed the blows and retaliated with a massive clothesline that sent Destiny sprawling across the ring.

Hansley: Now THAT was a statement.

As the round continued, Destiny's strategy became clear. She needed to stay on the move, using her speed and technical prowess to keep Mika off balance. Destiny executed a series of dazzling flips and acrobatic maneuvers, trying to disorient her opponent. Mika struggled to keep up, but her determination and brute strength allowed her to land a few power moves of her own.

Destiny Michaels changed tactics when her approach didn't seem to be working. She climbed to the top rope, her eyes locked on Mika Attano. With a breathtaking leap, Destiny soared through the air, aiming for a diving crossbody. But Mika was prepared. She caught Destiny in mid-air and transitioned it into a spine-rattling powerbomb that left the crowd in awe.

St. James: Mika has been watching film, apparently! She is prepared for everything Destiny has to throw at her!

Hansley: Do you blame her? Destiny has been a staple on this show and on TV every week......hell I know whats coming before it comes and I don't have to counter it!

Destiny clutched her back in pain but refused to give up. She continued to use her speed, evading Mika's power moves by ducking and weaving. Destiny performed a spectacular springboard maneuver, crashing into Mika with a hurricanrana that sent her tumbling out of the ring. The crowd erupted in applause at the display of Destiny's agility.

London: That one worked!

Outside the ring, Destiny didn't waste any time. She seized the opportunity to use her surroundings, bouncing off the ropes and launching herself into a breathtaking suicide dive, taking Mika down. Destiny's fearless high-flying assault left Mika dazed, and Destiny quickly rolled her back into the ring.

She covers.

ONE!

TWO!

Mika gets a shoulder up!

Destiny picks her up by the hair, her mean streak starting to show. She slaps Mika, and throws her into the ropes, connecting with an elbow on the rebound. Mike stumbles away and Destiny hits a drop kick. Mika stumbles back into the turnbuckle, and Destiny charges, but Mika moves, executing a drop toe hold that bounces the blonde's head off the turnbuckle. She rolls her up.

ONE

TWO

Destiny powers out.

AND REVERSES

ONE

TWO

This time Mika powered out of the pinfall attempt.

The two ladies get to their feet again and lock up. The strength of the new-comer was still very much on display.

Mika roared with determination and hoisted Destiny onto her shoulders, preparing for her signature move, the Double Eagle (Forward fireman's carry slam). Destiny fought valiantly, wriggling out of Mika's grip and landing on her feet behind her opponent. Destiny unleashed a series of strikes, targeting Mika's legs and trying to bring the powerhouse down to her level.

St. James: Back and forth we go!

London: Heck of a way to start the go-home show before Uprise!

The crowd was on the edge of their seats. Destiny Michaels and Mika Attano were both visibly exhausted, but neither was willing to give up. They exchanged brutal strikes and counter-maneuvers, each trying to outwit and overpower the other.

Destiny managed to lock in a sleeper hold, trying to cut off Mika's oxygen supply. Mika staggered around the ring, her strength waning. The crowd rallied behind her, chanting her name. Destiny got her to her knees, then applied a submission hold, wrenching Mika's arm behind her back, attempting to weaken her. Mika grunted in pain but refused to submit.

With one final surge of energy, Mika muscled her way out of the sleeper hold, lifting Destiny high into the air and driving her down with a thunderous suplex.

Destiny lay motionless in the center of the ring, and Mika capitalized on the opportunity. She ascended to the top rope.

London: She has this in the arsenal! Was wondering when we would see it!

The crowd erupted in excitement, knowing that Mika was about to attempt something incredible. With a fearless leap, Mika soared through the air, executing a picture-perfect diving splash that left Destiny gasping for air.

The cover!

ONE

TWO

THREE-------DESTINY GETS A SHOULDER UP!

St. James: My god these two women are giving it everything here!

Hansley: Neither one wants to go back to the hotel with the L here!

Destiny Michaels, battered and bruised, refused to give in. She mustered all her remaining strength and attempted a last-ditch effort at a flying cross body after breaking out of Mika's grip, but Mika caught her in mid-air, hoisting her onto her shoulders.

St. James: Here we go!

The crowd roared in anticipation..........but then.......

London: That's Skittlez music!

Hansley: Uh oh!

Cameras pan over to the audience where Zephyr Draven is seen coming through the crowd.

St. James: That's Skittlez music alright, but Zephyr is the one coming to the ring?

Hansley: What the hell is this?!

In the ring, Destiny slides off her shoulders and lands behind her. She shoves Mika into the ref!

Zephyr jumps the barrier before heading right for the ring. He pulls on Destiny's foot not enough to trip her but enough to make her look back and point her finger in his direction yelling.

St. James: Zephyr Draven!

Hansley: He's interfering with this match, make the call ref!

London: I don't think the ref saw!

Zephyr smirks sadistically and twirls his finger to indicate Destiny should turn around. She turns right into Reality Check (Stone cold stunner) and falls flat on the mat. Mika goes for the pin keeping her eyes on Zephyr the whole time.

St. James: Mika with Reality Check! The stunner connects!

One

Two!

Hansley: Zephyr distracted Destiny for a split second!

THREE!

London: And it's over! Mike has won her debut here at OCW!

Mika drops Destiny's leg and stands up making direct eye contact with Zephyr.

London: This doesn't look like both of them planned what just happened.

St James: Mika looks downright confused.

Hansley: For good reason, what does Zephyr have to gain from Mika winning and Destiny losing?

Zephyr drops his smirk and nods his head before jumping back into the crowd and disappearing.

Mika slides out of the ring and walks up the ramp as her music plays.

In the ring, Destiny runs a hand through her hair. Tears run down her face as she begins to pull her hair hard in clenched fists.

Hansley: I think blondie is having a meltdown!

St. James: Its been a tough couple of weeks for her, and now a loss to a new-comer! She took her eye off the prize and she's paying for it.

This Thursday, September 7th. 8 Pm Eastern!

"RISE has their FIRST brand exclusive Pay Per View event on Sunday, September 17th! Yes, I know we will be competing with football, but wrestling has been doing that for YEARS. I'd like to think we are putting on a show worth missing a few overpaid men running and kicking and rolling around.......

Anyway.

I have some GIANT matches lined up for you!

As you all know......TRENT KILLJOY will be squaring off against COLOSSUS for the RISE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! Not only will they be comepting for the richest prize on our show, but it will be EXTREME RULES.

Another match on the card is Benjamin Maddox taking on Valkyrie Venom as he defends the Elevate Title! Champion chooses the stipulation!

ASYLUM will be in action, as will BRADDOCK, Destiny Michaels, Mika Attano and many others. Do you want to be part of the fastest RISING wrestling show on television?

Tune in in two weeks and realize that RISE is the real deal!"

CROSS-PROMOTIONAL STREET FIGHT

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 entrace curtain, the vocalist begins whooping and screaming. BRADDOCK explodes through the curtain and marches for the ring.

Marlena Sanchez: “Making his way to the ring! 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.

Around the [0:03] mark, Paul Sinclair walks out onto the entrance stage to a mixture of cheers and boos. As he stands at the top of the ramp, at the [0:21] mark, Blake steps through the curtain to join Paul as Paul's face has a grin. They stop at the top of the entrance ramp and look out over the crowd. With no attention to the crowd's cheers or boos, Blake and Paul turn to each other and shake hands before Blake walks to the ring as Paul follows behind. As they're walking, they are introduced.

Marlena Sanchez: "Making his way to the ring accompanied by Paul Sinclair, from Cleveland, Ohio..."

With a microphone in his hand, Paul quickly interrupts the announcer as the music begins to fade. Sinclair then begins to speak.

[Sinclair] "Hey, hey, shut up. (The announcer stops as the crowd also reacts but he continues). Ladies and the rest of you, born in Cleveland, Ohio but now living in beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada (by now they're at the ring) this isn't that Anderson but he is "B A" Blake Anderson"!

At the ring, Blake turns around looking at the crowd and then as if something snapped, he turns to the ring and quickly slides under the bottom rope.

Standing up in the ring, Paul has made his way up the ring steps at this time and enters the ring and the two stand near each other talking as Blake wrings the top rope with his hands as he's swaying side-to-side as he's ready. Paul makes his way to the floor as Blake waits for the match to start.

Hansley: True legends right here. The future of this business.

St. James: Arrogant jerks, if you ask me.

The bell rang, signaling the start of the match, and the crowd erupted in excitement once more. Blake Anderson circled BRADDOCK cautiously, sizing up his opponent. The size difference between the two wasn't too steep.

The first few minutes of the match were a showcase of Blake's agility as he darted in and out, attempting to land quick strikes and kicks on BRADDOCK. The big man swatted at him like an annoying fly, but Blake managed to avoid most of his attacks. Blake's strategy was clear: wear down his opponent and keep him off balance.

BRADDOCK, on the other hand, was biding his time. He absorbed Blake's blows with stoic indifference, showing little sign of pain. The crowd could sense the impending storm, and they waited in tense anticipation for BRADDOCK to make his move.

And make his move he did. As Blake attempted a shoulder block off the ropes, BRADDOCK caught him. He then effortlessly slammed Blake to the mat with a bone-jarring sidewalk slam. The impact echoed throughout the arena, and Blake lay writhing in pain.

St. James: Blake is a good sized dude. The power of Braddock is otherworldly.

London: He scares me.

BRADDOCK wasted no time and started delivering a series of brutal stomps to Blake's body. Each stomp sent shockwaves of pain through Blake's frame, but he refused to give up. With the crowd firmly behind him, Blake managed to roll away from BRADDOCK's assault, creating some much-needed separation.

Braddock picks Blake up, yelling. He chops Blake hard.

The impact was brutal, and Blake clutched his chest in agony. BRADDOCK seized the opportunity of his opponent stumbling back, grabbing Blake by the throat and lifting him effortlessly into the air. The crowd gasped as BRADDOCK prepared to deliver his devastating choke slam. But Blake had other plans. Using every ounce of strength left in him, he rained down punches on BRADDOCK's head, forcing him to release his grip.

Blake landed on his feet, staggered but still in the fight. He grabbed BRADDOCK's head and executed a perfect tornado DDT, driving the massive man's skull into the mat. The crowd exploded with cheers, as this was the opening Blake needed.

With newfound energy, Blake Anderson bounces off the ropes and delivers a leg drop. He comes crashing onto BRADDOCK and covering him for the pin. The referee dropped to the mat, and the crowd counted along, "One! Two!" But at the last moment, BRADDOCK powered out, throwing Blake off of him.

The audience was on the edge of their seats, the match hanging in the balance. Both wrestlers were visibly exhausted, but they dug deep, drawing from the energy of the crowd. Blake Anderson signaled for the end, and the fans roared in approval.

He hoisted BRADDOCK onto his shoulders, attempting a fallaway slam..... But BRADDOCK had other plans. With a sudden burst of strength, he slipped out of Blake's grasp and delivered a devastating spinebuster that shook the ring.

St. James: Good lord the impact. These two behemoths are causing earthquakes with every move!

Braddock looks at Sinclair with a sick grin, and the manager backs away from the ring apron he had come up to.

Hansley: Sinclair should stick to the mic, he isn't fit for the up-close-and personal action.

BRADDOCK pulled himself up, his eyes locked onto Blake. He grabbed Blake by the hair and hoisted him up, setting him up for his own big move—a thunderous powerbomb. The crowd fell silent, sensing that this could be the end for Blake Anderson.

But Blake had one last trick up his sleeve. With a burst of adrenaline, he slipped out of BRADDOCK's grip and delivered a jaw-dropping superkick that sent BRADDOCK reeling into the ropes. Seizing the opportunity, Blake bounced off the opposite ropes and charged at his opponent, executing a stunning running knee strike that finally brought the giant BRADDOCK to his knees.

London: Here comes Anderson!

The crowd was on its feet, a deafening roar filling the arena. Blake Anderson wasn't finished yet. He climbed to the top rope---a rarity for him, and this time, there was no escape for BRADDOCK.

St. James: THE BIG GUY GOING UPSTAIRS

Hansley: What the hell is he doing?! And isn't this supposed to be a street fight?!

With unparalleled grace and precision, Blake soared through the air, executing a picture-perfect 450 Splash that connected with BRADDOCK's chest.

The impact was thunderous, and the referee counted the pinfall as the crowd counted along, "One! Two!"

BRADDOCK kicks out.

The two men get to their feet as the Tulsa crowd roars. Sinclair tosses a lead pipe into the ring.......

London: There you go Hansley!

St. James: Uh oh.....

BRADDOCK steps in front of Blake, grabbing the pipe with one hand. Sinclairs eyes go wide as he rubs it up and down.......a sick smile on his face.

He rolls out of the ring and steps towards Sinclair. The man is backing up. Blake rolls out of the ring to help Sinclair.

BRADDOCK turns and lunges forward, as if he was expecting Blake, swinging the lead pipe like a sledgehammer, but Blake managed to evade the blow with a quick sidestep. The pipe struck the ring post with a deafening clang. Blake seized the opportunity and drove his knee into BRADDOCK's midsection, causing the big man to double over.

But BRADDOCK was no pushover. With a guttural roar, he grabbed Blake by the collar and threw him bodily against the barricade. The impact rattled Blake's bones, and he slumped to the ground, gasping for breath.

As Blake struggled to get back to his feet, BRADDOCK continued his relentless assault. He kicked Blake in the ribs, his steel-toed boot connecting with a sickening thud. The crowd winced at the brutality of the attack, but this was the nature of a street fight - no rules, no mercy.

Blake managed to block a follow-up punch from BRADDOCK and countered with a desperation low blow that temporarily halted the big man's advance. Gasping for breath and nursing his injuries, Blake searched the immediate area for a weapon of his own. His eyes landed on a discarded wooden crate nearby, Belladonna had pulled it out from under the ring, and he wasted no time in grabbing a piece of it, breaking it into a makeshift club.

St. James: Forget OPENING the crate. He is gonna break a piece off and try to stab Blake here!

He swings, and misses again.

The two battle up the rampway and into the backstage area, trading hard right hands.

Blake runs Braddock head first into the concrete wall back stage and he hits the deck.

Hansley: These two lunatics backstage....this is about to get ugly!

BRADDOCK recovered just in time to see Blake charging at him with a chair raised high. The impact of the strike echoed through the alley as the club connected with BRADDOCK's back, causing him to stumble forward. Blake followed up with a relentless flurry of clubbing blows to BRADDOCK's shoulders and back, trying to weaken the big man.

But BRADDOCK was not one to stay down for long. With a roar of anger, he spun around, snatching the chair out of Blake's hands and delivering a bone-jarring headbutt that sent Blake sprawling to the ground. The crowd winced in sympathy as Blake clutched his head in pain.

The battle raged on, with both men trading brutal blows and utilizing their surroundings as weapons. Blake Anderson managed to grab a broken bottle, using it to slice open BRADDOCK's forearm in a desperate attempt to gain the upper hand. Blood oozed from the wound, but BRADDOCK's determination remained unshaken.

BRADDOCK retaliated with a vengeance, throwing Blake into a stack of wooden pallets with a thunderous crash. The impact sent splinters flying, and Blake cried out in agony as he lay trapped amidst the debris. BRADDOCK closed in, stalking his prey like a predator. He grabbed a length of chain from the ground and wrapped it around his massive fist, preparing to deliver a devastating punch.

Just as BRADDOCK swung the chain-clad fist downward, Blake managed to roll out of the way at the last second, narrowly avoiding the deadly blow. The chain struck the ground with a resounding thud, and Blake seized the opportunity to grab a piece of broken wood, using it to bash BRADDOCK in the back.

The big man roared in pain as the wood splintered against his spine. Blake didn't relent, driving the jagged edge of the wood into BRADDOCK's exposed shoulder, causing a fresh gush of blood to stain his shirt. BRADDOCK stumbled backward, disoriented and weakened.

Sensing an opportunity, Blake Anderson climbed onto a nearby dumpster and launched himself at BRADDOCK with a flying crossbody. The impact sent both men crashing to the ground, and the crowd erupted in cheers at the high-risk maneuver. Blake quickly scrambled to his feet, driven by the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

He grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher and sprayed it directly into BRADDOCK's face, temporarily blinding the big man and sending him stumbling backward. With BRADDOCK temporarily incapacitated, Blake seized the moment and scaled a nearby ladder, perched precariously on top of a stack of crates.

The crowd watched in awe as Blake prepared to dive off the ladder, aiming to crush BRADDOCK beneath his weight. With a fearless leap, Blake descended from the heavens, executing a breathtaking elbow drop that connected squarely with BRADDOCK's chest. The alley resounded with the impact, and both men lay sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath.

The referee, who had been largely relegated to a spectator in this brutal contest, began the count as the crowd chanted along, "One! Two!" But as the count reached two, BRADDOCK mustered a last ounce of strength and kicked out, shocking everyone in attendance.

Bloodied, battered, and bruised, BRADDOCK staggered to his feet, his face a mask of rage and determination. He knew he had to finish the fight. With a guttural roar, he grabbed Blake by the throat, lifting him off the ground with one hand. Blake gasped for air, his eyes wide with panic.

BRADDOCK's grip tightened, and it seemed like Blake's fate was sealed. But with a surge of adrenaline, Blake managed to reach into his pocket and pull out a small canister of pepper spray. He sprayed it directly into BRADDOCK's face, causing the big man to release his grip and stumble backward, clutching his burning eyes.

Seizing the moment, Blake Anderson grabbed a steel pipe that had been discarded earlier in the match. With a mighty swing, he struck BRADDOCK across the back, causing the big man to crumple to the ground in agony. Blake wasn't finished; he delivered several more punishing blows, focusing on BRADDOCK's legs, trying to incapacitate the giant.

Finally, with a deafening thud, Blake brought the pipe down across BRADDOCK's chest, knocking the wind out of him.

Blake drops the pipe, panting, and falls into the cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE-------NO!!!!!!

Braddock kicks out!

Blake rolls off and reaches for the pipe he dropped. He grabs it but a hand reaches out and grabs it as well. Belladonna grabs the pipe!

Hansley: What the hell is she doing?! That man is a lunatic!

They wrestle for the pipe and Braddock, using his vastly superior strength, and shoves Belladonna off. She crashes into the wall and slumps. Blake charges, but Braddock ducks. When he turns around Braddock lays the pipe across his face.

Blake is out.

Braddock sticks his tongue out as he covers, looking at Belladonna.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Braddock rolls off just as Belladonna gets her bearings. The ref calls for the bell.

St. James: The hot streak continues, but boy was it close! One of the most physical matches we've seen here and these two certainly have earned all their accolades!

Braddock gets up and stumbles away, looking back at Blake as the show cuts to commercial.

SEPTEMBER 17th, 2023.
Washington DC's MCI CENTER
8 pm Eastern.

The cameras cut to the back, where SYNN is walking to the ring, her OCW World Title around her waist and the ORIGINAL OCW World Title over her shoulder.

St. James: The world champ is here, and we are about to be graced by her presence....who is going to answer the open challenge?!

As SYNN turned to head towards the curtain, Nox and Zephyr struck with ruthless precision. Nox lunged forward, wrapping her leather-clad arms around SYNN's neck, attempting to choke the life out of the champion. Zephyr, with his long, dark hair flowing, targeted SYNN's legs, sweeping them out from under her, causing her to crash to the concrete floor.

SYNN, however, was no pushover. She fought back valiantly, summoning her inner strength and resilience. Gasping for breath, she elbowed Nox in the ribs and drove her heel into Zephyr's gut. The two attackers staggered back, momentarily stunned.

Just when it seemed SYNN might fend them off, the tides turned against her once more. Nox, her eyes gleaming with malice, grabbed a steel chair leaning against the wall and swung it with unbridled fury. SYNN barely managed to duck in time, the chair crashing into a stack of crates behind her.

Zephyr, undeterred, reached into his jacket and pulled out a pair of brass knuckles. He charged at SYNN, aiming to end the champion's resistance with a single, devastating blow. But as he swung, SYNN grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher and used it as an improvised shield, deflecting the punch and disarming Zephyr.

Desperation filled the air as SYNN continued to fend off her attackers, using every ounce of her strength and cunning. She finally gained the upper hand, sending Nox crashing into a nearby equipment crate with a spine-jarring thud.

Just as SYNN looked like she might turn the tables completely, the arena's backstage door swung open. A sinister grin stretched across the face of Braddock, the devious mastermind behind this ambush. In his hands, he held SYNN's own World Championship title belt, a symbol of her hard-fought success.

Without a moment's hesitation, Braddock lifted the title high and brought it crashing down onto SYNN's face. The impact was brutal, and the champion crumpled to the ground, dazed and bloodied.

Braddock stood over the fallen champion, his grin never fading, as Nox and Zephyr regained their composure, joining him.

"Challenge Accepted" he said with a smirk. He looked at the World Title in his hands for a moment and rubbed it.....then dropped it on the champion.

"Lets go."

The three of them walk away, leaving the world champion sputtering and gasping on the concrete floor.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

"He he hoo hooo

Mr. Shouts-a-lot. Mr. Capital Letters.......

Mr. AngryTextMessage......

Braddock, you wanted my attention, you got it. You and your cronies. You brought your beef with my opponent at And Justice for Brawl to RISE, and you took it out on me. Clearly.....hheeee hoooo haa.....clearly you're as dumb as you look. That's hard to do.

You want this belt so badly.....forget Jolie, forget Drake, hell....forget Brit.

I AM MAKING THE MATCH.

If you decide you want to be man enough and leave your luggage in the car and your shoes at the door......you can come have a shot at this title. You can come to MY show, just like I came to yours.......only I can assure you there won't be any sneak attacks.

Are you man enough to be World Champion? Or are you just another fart in the win with steriod rage and bad tattooes?

The choice is yours........"

CHALLENGERS vs. CHAMPIONS

The lights go down in the arena, before blue light floods the room, at the top of the entrance stands Trent Killjoy. The first cords of "Welcome to the Chaos" fills the arena with sound and fog rolls onto the stage at Trent's feet.

Marlena Sanchez: From Atlantic City, he is the Midnight Massacre and the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER for the RISE WORLD TITLE, TRENT KILLJOY!!!"

Trent makes his way down the ramp, not at a super slow pace, but taking his time. He slides under the bottom rope, pausing for a moment before running across the ring and posing on the turnbuckle, before jumping down and sliding down into the corner, staring up the ramp.

Venom by Eminem blares in the area as steam fills the entrance. Valkyrie Venom enters through a mix of steam and sparks to a chorus of boos from attending wrestling fans. Sarcastically she pretends to wipe a tear from her eye before flicking it and showing off her middle finger with a smile. She begins walking down the ramp with a cocky strut while chewing obnoxiously on a piece of gum. Once she reaches the ring she jumps onto the apron and pulls herself into the ring using the ropes. After entering the ring she jumps on the top rope kissing both her middle fingers before holding them high with a smile on her face. She jumps down and walks over to her corner of the ring before laying across the ropes like a hammock until the match begins.

Marlena Sanchez: And his partner........from Los Angeles, California.......she is the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE ELEVATE TITLE.............VALKYRIE VENOM!

Everybody's Fool blasts over the PA systems As Benjamin Maddox walks out on stage and looks at the fans and then looks up at the sky and Shakes it off as many emotions run through his body he walks down the ramp receiving a mixed reaction. He then does a running front flip into the ring and then runs over to the nearest turnbuckle and panders to the crowd before awaiting the start of the matchup in his corner.

Marlena Sanchez: And their opponents, the champions, introducing first.........from Booklyn New York..........BENJAMIN MADDOX!

The drumline for ANGST hits, and Colossus makes his way out to the ramp. He roars, pounding in his chest like a silverback gorilla as he eyes his next meal. He walks slowly down to the ring like impending room, like the executioner going to the gallows with his prisoner, and walks up the steps and into the ring. If he is out first, he grabs the ropes and shakes them, making the ring shake. If he is out second, he rubs his belly while looking at his next victim.

Marlena Sanchez: And finally......making his way to the ring weighing 450 pounds....from Van Meter, Iowa.......he is 'the Van Meter Monster', and the RISE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION..................COLOSSUS!

Colossus and Trent Killjoy started things off for their respective teams. Colossus, with his imposing size, tried to assert his dominance early, charging at Killjoy with a thunderous clothesline. But Killjoy's agility came into play as he ducked under Colossus' arm and countered with a dropkick to the big man's knee, sending him to the mat. The crowd erupted in cheers for Killjoy's quick thinking.

Maddox tagged himself in my slapping the big man on the shoulder, and the dynamic of the match changed immediately.

St. James: Ballsy move there for the Elevate Champ!

Hansley: He's chomping at the bit to get in there, but I am not he has fully processed just whose back he slapped!

Maddox was a master technician, and he wasted no time in targeting Killjoy's knee. He locked in a figure-four leglock, wrenching Killjoy's leg with precision. Killjoy writhed in pain, desperately trying to reach the ropes. The audience watched in suspense as Killjoy's fingers grazed the bottom rope, forcing Maddox to release the hold.

Killjoy, now favoring his injured leg, crawled towards his corner, desperately needing to make a tag. Valkyrie Venom extended her hand, and Killjoy made the tag just in time.

Valkyrie Venom entered the ring with a fiery determination in her eyes. She squared off against Benjamin Maddox, both competitors circling each other, trying to gauge the other's strategy. Venom was a powerhouse, and she proved it by delivering a thunderous suplex that shook the ring. Maddox, however, was resilient, and he countered with a jaw-jacking uppercut that stunned Venom momentarily.

St. James: These two facing each other at Uprise for the Elevate belt. There has been bad blood brewing here for weeks!

Colossus tagged back in by slapping (and unnecessarily forcefully) Maddox between the shoulders, and the crowd roared as the two giants collided. Colossus used his brute strength to gain the upper hand, driving Venom into the corner with a series of crushing body blows. Venom, however, was not one to be underestimated, and she fought back with a barrage of knee strikes that left Colossus reeling.

The action spilled outside the ring as Colossus and Venom brawled on the arena floor. Colossus attempted to powerbomb Venom onto the unforgiving concrete, but she countered with a hurricanrana that sent Colossus crashing into the steel barricade. The crowd gasped at the impact.

London: And the first one to take Colossus off his feet is a woman, let that be known!

Back in the ring, Maddox and Killjoy continued their battle. Killjoy, still nursing his injured knee, showed tremendous heart as he fought through the pain. He unleashed a flurry of strikes and aerial maneuvers, using the ropes to his advantage. Maddox, however, managed to catch Killjoy mid-air and planted him with a devastating spinebuster. The impact rattled the ring, and the audience erupted in applause for Maddox's sheer power.

Valkyrie Venom had recovered from her brawl with Colossus and was back in action. She and Maddox locked up in the center of the ring, trading powerful strikes. Venom gained the upper hand with a brutal knee to Maddox's midsection, followed by a thunderous powerbomb that shook the ring. She went for the pin, but Maddox kicked out at the last possible moment, showing his resilience.

She rolls her eyes and tags in Killjoy.

Colossus finally makes his way back to the apron, and the crowd roared as Killjoy goads him to enter the ring. He tags in and Colossus and Trent stand face-to-face in the center of the ring.

St. James: There is our world title match right there! Soak it in folks, because these two go to war in two weeks at Uprise!

Hansley: But they are about to do battle now! The bad blood is real here, and you can feel it in the air!

The atmosphere was electric as they exchanged thunderous punches and chops, each strike echoing throughout the arena.

Killjoy managed to gain the upper hand with a low blow that went unnoticed by the referee, followed by a facebuster that left Colossus stunned. He climbed to the top rope, preparing for a high-risk maneuver. As he soared through the air, attempting a moonsault, Colossus rolled out of the way at the last second, causing Trent to crash and burn.

Colossus crawled towards his corner, desperately needing to make a tag to Maddox. Killjoy, however, was relentless and managed to grab Colossus' leg, preventing him from reaching his partner. He dragged Colossus back to the center of the ring and locked in a vicious submission hold, a modified version of the sharpshooter.

St. James: DETERMINATION FROM KILLJOY! He's got a nearly 500 pound man bent like C! Killjoy is doing something to the big man we've never seen before!

Colossus grimaced in pain as Killjoy torqued his back and legs. The crowd rallied behind him, urging him to reach the ropes. With sheer determination, Colossus began crawling inch by inch, the agony etched on his face. The audience's cheers grew louder with each agonizing moment, and just when it seemed like he couldn't take any more, Colossus reached the ropes, forcing Killjoy to release the hold.

London: The bully getting a taste of his own medicine! He likes to cause pain, well he looks like he is darn sure in some himself here!

Hansley: Colossus almost looks.........human.

With newfound energy, Colossus finally made the tag to Benjamin Maddox. Maddox entered the ring like a whirlwind, taking down Killjoy with a series of well-executed suplexes and submission holds. Maddox targeted his arm, weakening his appendage.

He goes to work on the knee of Killjoy, torquing it,

Trent is able to kick him off, and tag in Valkyrie.

Killjoy, still nursing his injured knee, watched from the apron, unable to help his partner as she was instantly put into a crossface by Maddox, who is like a rabid animal. The crowd was on the edge of their seats as Maddox applied the Maddox Lock, wrenching Venom's neck. She screamed in pain, but her resilience shone through as she refused to tap out.

With all her strength, Venom managed to roll through, pinning Maddox's shoulders to the mat for a surprising near fall. The crowd gasped, and Maddox looked shocked at the sudden turn of events. He quickly regained his composure and unleashed a fury of strikes on Venom, determined to put her away.

Both teams had given their all, and the match had reached its climax. The audience was on its feet, caught in the intensity of the moment. Maddox had managed to weaken Venom's back, but she refused to give up. With a burst of adrenaline, Venom fought back, countering Maddox's attacks with a well-placed knee strike to his jaw.

Killjoy, still waiting on the apron, extended his hand, desperately wanting to make the tag. Venom crawled toward him, inch by painful inch. Maddox, sensing the danger, tried to pull her back, but Venom's determination prevailed, and she made the tag to Killjoy.

Trent Killjoy entered the ring like a house on fire, his knee injury seemingly forgotten. He unleashed a flurry of high-impact moves, leaving Maddox reeling. Killjoy climbed to the top rope and soared through the air, connecting with a picture-perfect Shooting Star Press. The crowd erupted as Killjoy went for the pin, but Maddox managed to kick out just in the nick of time.

The match had taken its toll on both teams, but they refused to give in. Maddox and Killjoy exchanged strikes and near falls, showcasing their incredible resilience. It was a battle of wills as they traded submission holds and finisher attempts. The crowd was in a frenzy, unable to predict the outcome.

Maddox then went for a springboard, attempting to land on Killjoy in the corner. When his foot came down his knee buckled. Pain shot through his face and he grabbed his knee, going to the mat.

Killjoy noticed this and went out to the center of the ring to check in him. The ref also checks on him.

St. James: Not good. Looks like Maddox may be legitimately injured here.

Hansley: Yeah, that knee buckled. Didn't look good. Could be a number of things.

Just then Colossus enters the ring, he grabs Killjoy and tosses him off. He shoves the ref away.

St. James: Oh no! Come on! He is injured! What are you doing?!

Dick Trickle is on the outside, encouraging the big man to power-slam him. The ref is trying to tell him not to.

Killjoy comes off the ropes, and hits a basement dropkick which takes the big man to one knee. Dick Trickle gets on the apron. This takes up a majority of the refs attention. As the two of them argue, Killjoy knocks Venom off the apron. He rolls out of the ring, and grabs the RISE World Title. He stares at it for a moment, as if imagining it being his. He then enters the ring. Just as Colossus is getting himself to his feet using the ropes Killjoy blasts him with the belt! Colossus falls and rolls under the ropes. Dick hops down off the mat, and goes to attend to his client.

Hansley: So brass kucks and a title belt, can we establish for fact that Trent is a dirty cheater?

St. James: Stop it. You know damn well Colossus was about to attempt to possible end the career of his own damn partner!

He climbs the ropes, and shares words with Colossus who is backing up the ramp. He then looks back at Maddox, crumpled in the ring holding his leg. Trent sighs.

He jumps down and asks the ref is he is ok. The ref shakes his head.

Trent helps Maddox to his feet, and he can put no pressure on the one leg.

St. James: Well, I think this one is over folks.

Hansley: Not so fast!

Venom slides into the ring and grabs Maddox, hitting a codebreaker.

St. James: Damnit!!

She covers.

One

Two

THREE!

The ref calls for the bell as Venom slides out of the ring, a sick smirk on her face.

Marlena Sanchez: Here.........*sighs*......are your winners......the Challengers Valkyrie Venom and Trent Killjoy.

She slides out of the ring and Trent shoots her a devilish look. She smiles.

Trent shakes his head and goes back to check on/help Maddox up. Destiny runs down to the ring and slides in, comforting him as medical staff enters to put an immobilizer on his leg.

Jolie Vexx steps out onto the rampway, she has a sad look on her face and a mic in her hand.

Jolie: Ben! Congrats on the win tonight and another masterful performance. However, it has come to my attention that you have sustained a serious leg injury out there this evening. I feel terrible, and it looks as though you are going to miss some time. That being said, I do need to conduct business and do what is best for the RISE brand.

St. James: No, she isn't going to do what I think she is?!

Jolie: Due to your inability to compete at UPRISE due to medical, I cannot get around this. The Elevate belt, contractually, is defended EVERY show. Since you are not going to be able to compete or defend that title for the foreseeable future, I have no choice......

London: No! She isn't gonna.......

Jolie: I have no choice but to strip you of the Elevate World Title and award it, as much as it pains me to do it, to the number one contender.....Valkyrie Venom!

St. James: NO!

Valkyrie rips the belt away from the timekeeper on the outside and hugs it close.

Jolie: I am sorry Ben. You are a valued member and it is nothing personal, its just business.

St. James: This is a damn travesty!

Ben snarls a bit, then winces in pain as they go to move him out of the ring. Killjoy and Destiny help him out of the ring as Valkyrie sits against the ring steps holding the belt and Colossus and Dick stand at the entrance ramp, pointing and laughing.

RISE FADES OUT

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