ANARCHY 9-7-2023

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

John Paul Jones Arena

Charlottesville, Virginia
Doors 7pm 
Event 8pm


OPENING CONTEST:

LYLAH LIONHEART vs. AXIS
Standard Match
Lylah lost her debut match, and Axis hard arguably the match of the year against Jenny Myst in a losing effort. Can he stop the losing skid and right the ship, or will the "Greek Born Goddess" get one over on the savvy vet?
1 rp 1k word


UNDERCARD:

Naddie THE Baddie vs. Le Bord de Dieu
Standard Match
Both are making their OCW Debut.
2 Rp 2k limit, 500 word buffer

Belladonna Anderson vs. Hanari Carnes
Submission Match
Belladonna distracted Hanari, costing him the victory versus her husband. She then took his beloved Dominican Flag. Now he's out for revenge and wants to break her arm. Will he be vindicated or will the Dynasty numbers game prove too much again?
2 Rp 2k limit, 500 word buffer

Zella O'Mega vs. Blake Anderson
Standard Match
Blake and Bella have been running roughshod over the OCW roster. Can he get another big win over a new comer or will Zella stop the momentum of Dynasty in its tracks?
2 Rp 2k limit


JENNY MYST has the week off after her brutal match with Alexandra Calaway last week. She prepares for her match against Damien Calaway for her Rebellion Title, but she has decided to bring her hit talk show back to the airwaves. Her first interview: Well, that's for management to decide.



Mandii Rider vs. Johnny
No Rules, Just Right. 
2 Rp 3k limit, 500 word buffer



DONNIE HARRIS/KONSTANTINE vs. B.o.B (SYNN/BROOKE BLAKELY)
Tag Match
Their matches turned into chaos last week, mostly due to each other. Donnie just wants to prove he truly is #1 contender, and Kon doesn't care about anything. SYNN and Brooke have a rift, though. Can they coexist and get back on track before the PPV?
2 per character solo
OR
2 collab pieces w/ partner
The solo RP per is 3000/500 buffer
The collabs are 4000/500 buffer


RP DEADLINE: Wednesday September 6th, Midnight Eastern

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

John Paul Jones Arena
Charlottesville, Virginia

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PRE SHOW DARK MATCH: LYLAH LIONHEART DEFEATED AXIS WITH A BACKSLIDE PIN

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OCW CAMERA'S CUT TO THE OCW OFFICE'S AT EIGHT PRIME in TAMPA, WHERE BRITLYN BAYLOR, THE CEO, IS ON SCREEN

Britlyn: "Ladies and Gentlemen......

We made it! Our first ever brand-exclusive Pay Per Views for Rise and Anarchy are here! Ashes to Ashes, our Big, cross-branded, Pay Per View already has a venue booked for the end of October! Here we are in our second month of existence as a legitimate company, and a new face in the wrestling landscape. There have been some trying times and murky waters to start, but overall, I am very pleased with my Outcasts and everything we have accomplished thus far! I love every single one of you who have stuck around to see this out, and for all of our new signees, thank you and I am going to do everything in my power to make OCW the best place it can be for you to compete.



"That being said, I have had to make some business decisions as of late. Stars have come and gone. Some on their own accord, some by way of termination, and some on medical leave. Through these trying times, I have been distracted from the business at hand, and haven't been able to fully control all that I have needed to. I wanted to get the company up and running, established, before I addressed these. Things have calmed down, business is rolling along, and now I can finally get caught up. 

I plan to do that, among other things, tonight. Love them or hate them, my decisions are ALWAYS going to be best for business. 

Onward and upward. Godspeed."






Stone Highmore: HELLO AND WELCOME TO BEAUTIFUL CHARLOTTESVILLE AS WE INCH EVER CLOSER TO THE FIRST ANARCHY BRAND PAY PER VIEW!

Blaze: Hell yeah, I am excited, as should you be. But, I have to question, what "business" is boss lady talking about? What hasn't she done that she was supposed to? The way her mind works you never know!

Stone: We are gonna kick things off with some action here! Two OCW newcomers with HUGE upside and bright futures!






Stone: And here we go. An OCW newcomer who is, to put it mildly, eccentric. 

Blaze: Be real, Stone. She's a weirdo. No need to sugarcoat.

Lee Masters: This match is set for one fall, with a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Merovingian, France; now fighting out of Maine, USA........LE BORD de DIEUUUUUUUUU!

The lights of the arena go dark and a purple spotlight finds the ramp. Ava walks down the ramp, dragging a large sledgehammer behind her on the ground, ignoring everyone to the left and right. Once in the ring, she rests in a corner and waits for the bell.

Ayo

You don't have to love me

You don't even have to like me

But you will respect me

You know why? 'Cause I'm a boss



LEE MASTERS: And here opponent, from Detroit, Michigan...........Naddie THEEEEEE BADDDDIEEE!


 BOSS in large blond print covers the whole screen of the tron in golden lettering bouncing back and forth. Naddie the Baddie walks out dressed slightly clad with sparkly boy short length pants and a matching top that only covered her chest. She stands up straight with one leg slightly bent and her hands up in the air in a sexual manner before making her way to the ring.

Stone: Whattya think of this newcomer? 

Blaze: She's got pizzaz, that's for sure. All piss and vinegar, but she's got a hell of a task tonight in front of this sold out crowd! 

Naddie jumps up onto the apron of the ring into the splits showing off more of her ASSsets before bending over and sliding into the ring. She pulls herself up and walks over to the corner climbing up and putting her hands over her head in a winning pose before running her hands down her body and jumping down then repeating the same thing in a different corner.

The bell rings.

The two competitors circled each other cautiously, each trying to gauge the other's intentions. Naddie lunged first, attempting a quick takedown, but Le Bord de Dieu sidestepped effortlessly. She countered with a lightning-fast arm drag, sending Naddie crashing to the mat. The crowd gasped at the display of Le Bord de Dieu's uncanny agility for her tough-as-nails nature.

Stone: So she CAN do SOME wrestling moves?

Blaze: This chick is one sandwich short of a picnic basket, but she was hired for a reason. This is OCW, not UFC.

Naddie, determined to regain control, rose to her feet. She charged at Le Bord de Dieu, but she continued to evade her attacks with supernatural grace. Naddie attempted a series of powerful strikes, but Le Bord de Dieu countered with well placed rights and left, putting her brawling style on full display. With her anger mounting, Naddie THE Baddie managed to catch Le Bord de Dieu off guard with a thunderous clothesline. The crowd erupted in cheers as Naddie finally gained the upper hand. She followed up with a series of punishing kicks and stomps, forcing Le Bord de Dieu to retreat to the ropes. Le Bord de Dieu, still reeling from Naddie's onslaught, suddenly sprang to life with a deafening screech.

Stone: She isn’t gonna do that more than once, is she?!

With an eerie calmness, she stared at Naddie. The new comer came off the ropes for another clothesline, but using her flexibility, she contorted her body to evade Naddie's attacks, leaving her bewildered. Naddie is able to deliver a swift kick, buckling the leg of de Dieu, before hitting a dazzling standing moonsault, crashing onto de Dieu with precision.

Le Bord de Dieu was back up quickly, however, as if the acrobatic move didn't even phase her. Naddie, with her acrobatic agility, had tried to create some distance but was met with relentless aggression from Le Bord de Dieu. Le Bord de Dieu charged forward, launching a barrage of vicious punches and kicks, catching Naddie off guard. The crowd gasped as Naddie was driven into the corner, where Le Bord de Dieu continued her assault. As Le Bord de Dieu attempted to grapple with Naddie, the high-flyer's agility came into play. Naddie used her nimbleness to slip out of Le Bord de Dieu's clutches, executing a breathtaking series of flips and rolls to escape the corner. She then struck back with a dazzling dropkick, sending Le Bord de Dieu reeling.

Stone: Naddie is going to have to use her pure athleticicm and agility to her advantage, because if de Dieu gets those claws on her, its over.

Blaze: She has no problem ripping that pretty face off, Stone, best believe. She's just getting warmed up!

Naddie seized the momentum, using the ropes to catapult herself into a soaring crossbody that sent Le Bord de Dieu crashing to the mat. The crowd erupted in cheers as Naddie went for the cover, but Le Bord de Dieu kicked out at two.

Naddie picks her up by the hair and tosses her into the corner. She runs toward de Dieu, going for a running knee strike in the corner. Le Bord de Dieu begins to channel her aggression into her strikes, and lands a slap with those razor sharp claws against the face of Naddie. She lands a brutal knee to Naddie's midsection, followed by a spine-rattling DDT. Le Bord de Dieu relentlessly pounds Naddie into the canvas with a flury of fists and knees, showcasing her ruthless brawling skills.

Naddie, now bruised and battered, had to rely on her aerial abilities to regain control. De Dieu picks her up by the hair and Naddie is able to elbow out, creating some sepatation. With a springboard maneuver, she caught Le Bord de Dieu off guard, executing a breathtaking moonsault that connected perfectly.

Stone: That's what she has to do! Out-quick de Dieu here, because we've seen she can't out-fight her.

Blaze: I'm not sure anyone can, that chick is crazy!

The moonsault results in a cover. She hooks the leg.

One

Two

Again de Dieu powers out.

Le Bord de Dieu, not one to be outdone, roared back to her feet. She countered Naddie's next high-flying move with a spine-tingling powerbomb, after catching her in mid air off the ropes. Le Bord de Dieu, fueled by pure aggression, went for the pin.

"RISE UP AND BE COUNTED" she yells, putting her arms in the air with a big smile.

Stone: Is she going to go for a pin here?

Blaze: Who the hell knows.

While Le Bord is doing this, Naddie is able to sneak under her for a roll up.

Stone: Small package! Small package pin!

One!









Two!











Three---NO!



de Dieu kicks out at the last second!

Naddie slaps the ring, frustrated she couldn’t put the French woman away.

She picks up de Dieu, and whips her into the ropes. On the rebound de Dieu goes for a clothesline, Naddie ducks and comes off the ropes with a flying cross body.

de DIEU CATCHES HER IN MID AIR

SIDEWALK SLAM!


COVER


ONE




TWO



THREE!

Stone: What a turn of events that was!

Blaze: Blink of an eye. It happens like that sometimes!

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STAY TUNED

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"I have Damien stalking me. Ally Calaway thinking she's Queen Shit because she won last week because her freak brother decided he wanted his balls to finally drop---now this Johnny guy is back.....you remember what happened in RLF.....why would Britlyn sign that FREAK?! And I have a Queen's court tonight and I can't even choose my guest and I just KNOW she has some fuckery planned and I just need you here. I know you're 'retired' Chris but I need you here I don't feel safe-----"

Click.

"Hello?!

UGH!"

Stone: Sounds like Jenny is on her own tonight.....

Blaze: Hate to say it but she brought this on herself.

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Submission Match



Stone: This one is gonna be a barn-burner. The undefeated Anderson against the dangerous, and motivated, Hanari Carnes!

Blaze: Oh yeah, he's out for blood after they pulled on him last week!

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.

Stone: These three together are the X-factor. It's strength in numbers here that makes the Dynasty dangerous.



The normal, jublient nature of Carnes is nowhere to be seen. No flag this time, he explodes down to the ring and slides in, popping up in a fighting stance as all three stand there. Sinclair and Blake stare at each other then grin, rolling out of the ring and leaving Belladonna to face her foe.

The tension was palpable as the two competitors stood on opposite sides of the ring, their eyes locked in a fierce stare-down. Hanari Carnes, known for his technical prowess and ruthless submission holds, exuded confidence. His chiseled physique glistened with sweat, a testament to the rigorous training he had undergone for this very moment. On the other side, Belladonna Anderson, a striking beauty with an enigmatic aura, displayed an air of arrogance, her wrestling attire shimmering in the spotlights.

The bell rang, and the match was underway. Hanari and Belladonna cautiously circled each other, their minds calculating every move. The crowd's cheers filled the arena as they locked up in a grueling collar-and-elbow tie-up. Hanari, utilizing his superior strength, pushed Belladonna back into the ropes. She rebounded, attempting a quick arm drag, but Hanari's instincts kicked in as he countered with a wristlock.

Belladonna winced in pain as Hanari twisted her wrist mercilessly, but she quickly found a way to use her flexibility to escape, transitioning into a headlock. Her legs wrapped around his waist, attempting to weaken him with a tight body scissors. The crowd roared in approval as Hanari struggled to break free, his face etched with determination.

He was able to get to his feet, and lifted her by the hips, aiming for a quick takedown. Belladonna, however, was prepared, countering with a lightning-fast arm drag that sent Hanari sprawling across the canvas. She wasted no time, launching herself onto him with a swift series of elbow strikes to his chest.

Blaze: There is that pronounced mean streak in Mrs. Anderson!

Hanari, displaying his resilience, managed to create some distance, using his agility to evade further strikes. He quickly transitioned into a ground game, attempting a leg lock. Belladonna, equally skilled on the mat, expertly countered, turning the situation into a precarious standoff. Belladonna showcased her agility, executing a breathtaking hurricanrana that sent Hanari sprawling across the ring. She followed it up with a dazzling springboard moonsault, but Hanari narrowly rolled out of the way, leaving Belladonna crashing painfully into the canvas.

Seizing the opportunity, Hanari Carnes pounced, locking Belladonna in a deep camel clutch. He pulled back with all his might, straining her spine and neck. Belladonna's screams of pain filled the arena, but her resilience was admirable. Inch by inch, she managed to claw her way to the ropes, forcing Hanari to break the hold.

The match continued with both competitors executing a breathtaking array of submissions and counters. Belladonna attempted to apply her signature Cobra Clutch, but Hanari expertly maneuvered out of it, leaving her grasping at air. Conversely, Hanari's attempts at his dreaded "Viva la Republic" armbar were thwarted by Belladonna's agile escape techniques.

Stone: Both of these two are real technicians in the ring. A wide array of moves, and neither is afraid to get physical!

As Hanari approached, Belladonna darted forward, attempting a quick leg sweep to take him down. But Hanari anticipated the move, jumping over her sweeping leg and landing behind her. He seized her in a tight waist lock, attempting to wear her down early with a German suplex. Belladonna, however, used her nimbleness to her advantage, rolling forward to break free. She bounced off the ropes and charged at Hanari, but he caught her mid-air with a dropkick that sent her sprawling.

With Belladonna dazed, Hanari saw an opportunity and grabbed her by the arm, wrenching it in a painful armbar attempt. Belladonna winced in pain but managed to twist and turn her way out of the hold. She capitalized on Hanari's momentarily stunned state, locking her legs around his neck and applying a triangle choke. Hanari's face reddened as he struggled to break free, but he managed to power out by hoisting Belladonna up and slamming her to the mat with a raw display of strength.

Stone: Whenever Belladonna gets something going, Carnes has an answer.

Blaze: He is highly motivated, Stone. You saw the mockery they made of him last week!

Sensing things getting out of hand, Sinclair steps up onto the ring apron. This distracts the ref. A coordinated attack, Blake storms the ring, brandishing a steel chair. The referee was busy trying to get Sinclair off the apron as Blake struck Hanari across the back with a vicious chair shot, causing the crowd to erupt in boos. Hanari stands up and Blake drops him with a superkick to the jaw. Yet, Hanari Carnes, battered and bloodied, refused to submit to the odds stacked against him. With sheer willpower, he fought back against the Anderson duo. Despite the pain coursing through his body, Hanari finally managed to execute a breathtaking double DDT that left both Belladonna and Blake sprawled on the mat.

Hanari writhed in pain on the mat after, clutching his injured back, while Belladonna was catching her bearings.

Blake rolled out of the ring as soon as he saw she was up, and Sinclair jumped down.

Stone: A well-placed chair shot there......they knew what they were doing! Do damage and don't cost Belladonna the match!

Sinclair and Blake, proud of their actions, stand smugly outside the ring. Hanari, knowing that as long as they are upright they pose a threat, run and bounces off the ropes. He hits a baseball slide, knocking Sinclair into Blake and the two tumble over.

He pops back up, and Belladonna, who is now up, swings. He ducks, hitting a scoop slam. Immediately, like a viper striking its prey, he locks her into his signature armbar submission hold, "Viva la Republic." The crowd erupted in anticipation as Belladonna fought desperately to break free. Her fingers grazed the ropes, but she was too far away.

Stone: She's in the middle of the ring! She's trapped like a rat!

Blaze: Hanari has no problem snapping that arm! She has a decision to make!

Belladonna fought valiantly, clawing at the mat and trying to crawl toward the ropes, but Hanari had her locked in the center of the ring.

The pain in Belladonna's arm became unbearable, and with no escape in sight, she reluctantly tapped out, signaling her submission. The referee called for the bell, and the crowd exploded into cheers as Hanari Carnes was declared the winner.

LEE MASTERS: Here is your winner by submission.........HANARI CARNES!

Stone: He did it! He gets some vindication for his homeland!

Blaze: And he just pissed off three dangerous people, whats his prize?

Hanari backs up the ramp, holding his midsection. He has a grin on his face as Sinclair and Blake check on a wincing Belladonna.

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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OCW comes back from commercial, and the Dynasty is still in the ring area from the previous match. They are huddled up, going over strategy when Zella's music hits.



"wings" by Little Mix starts Zella O-Mega's entrance. A bright pink glittery background takes up the tron screen while Wings plays. Zella O-Mega prances out with a big smile on her face and stops at the edge of the stage holding her arms out while butterfly wings show up behind her on the tron. She flicks the back of her floor length coat before skipping down the ramp grabbing fans hands as she makes her way to the ring.


Lee Masters: Making her way to the ring from Springfield Pennsylvania Zella O-MEEEEEEEEEGAAAAAAAAA!!


Zella jumps up onto the edge of the ring then enters through the ropes. She stands in the middle of the ring as bright pink sparks rain down behind her. She smiles largely then blows a kiss to the fans.





Zella O'Mega and Blake Anderson circled each other in the center of the ring, both competitors eyeing each other with a mixture of determination and disdain. Blake's muscular frame and menacing demeanor contrasted starkly with Zella's agile, yet powerful build. The tension was palpable as the two locked up, their strength and wills clashing.

Blake, the brawling brute, wasted no time showcasing his raw power. He powered Zella into the corner, unleashing a barrage of thunderous punches and stomps that rattled her. But Zella was no stranger to adversity. She used her speed and agility to slip out from the corner, ducking under a clothesline and delivering a lightning-quick dropkick that sent Blake reeling.

Zella continued to use her speed to her advantage, dodging Blake's heavy-handed strikes and delivering precise kicks and chops that left their mark.

Blake, however, was relentless. He caught Zella mid-air during a crossbody attempt and delivered a crushing backbreaker that elicited gasps from the crowd. With Zella writhing in pain, Blake capitalized, locking her in a bone-crushing bearhug, squeezing the air from her lungs.

Zella's face contorted in pain as the relentless Blake squeezed tighter, but she refused to submit. With the crowd fervently behind her, Zella summoned every ounce of her strength and managed to break free by repeatedly elbowing Blake's head until he released his hold.

Blaze: Zella is fast, but needs to be physical to have a shot tonight!

Zella lunged at Blake, but he met her with a brutal clothesline that turned her inside out. Blake continued to use his strength advantage, pummeling Zella with clubbing blows and power moves that sent shockwaves through the mat. Zella's resilience was admirable, as she refused to stay down despite the relentless punishment.

Just when it seemed like Blake had the upper hand, Zella dug deep into her reserves. She kipped up to her feet with astonishing agility, stunning Blake, who momentarily let his guard down. Zella seized the opportunity and delivered a series of lightning-fast strikes, catching Blake off balance.

A spinning heel kick sent Blake staggering into the ropes, and Zella followed up with a flying forearm smash that sent him crashing to the mat. The crowd roared as Zella ascended to the top rope. She leaps off, nailing Blake in the chest with a missile drop kick.

Zella O'Mega and Blake Anderson circled each other in the center of the ring, both competitors eyeing each other with a mixture of determination and disdain. Blake's muscular frame and menacing demeanor contrasted starkly with Zella's agile, yet powerful build. The tension was palpable as the two locked up, their strength and wills clashing.

Blake, the brawling brute, wasted no time showcasing his raw power. He powered Zella into the corner, unleashing a barrage of thunderous punches and stomps that rattled her. But Zella was no stranger to adversity. She used her speed and agility to slip out from the corner, ducking under a clothesline and delivering a lightning-quick dropkick that sent Blake reeling.

Stone: Speed game working so far for Zella.

Zella continued to use her speed to her advantage, dodging Blake's heavy-handed strikes and delivering precise kicks and chops that left their mark.

Blake, however, was relentless. He caught Zella mid-air during a crossbody attempt and delivered a crushing backbreaker that elicited gasps from the crowd. With Zella writhing in pain, Blake capitalized, locking her in a bone-crushing bearhug, squeezing the air from her lungs.

Zella's face contorted in pain as the relentless Blake squeezed tighter, but she refused to submit. With the crowd fervently behind her, Zella summoned every ounce of her strength and managed to break free by repeatedly elbowing Blake's head until he released his hold.

Zella lunged at Blake, but he met her with a brutal clothesline that turned her inside out. Blake continued to use his strength advantage, pummeling Zella with clubbing blows and power moves that sent shockwaves through the mat. Zella's resilience was admirable, as she refused to stay down despite the relentless punishment.

Just when it seemed like Blake had the upper hand, Zella dug deep into her reserves. She kipped up to her feet with astonishing agility, stunning Blake, who momentarily let his guard down. Zella seized the opportunity and delivered a series of lightning-fast strikes, catching Blake off balance.

A spinning heel kick sent Blake staggering into the ropes, and Zella followed up with a flying forearm smash that sent him crashing to the mat. The crowd roared as Zella ascended to the top rope. She leaps off, nailing blake in the chest with a missle drop kick. Blake got back to his feet on the rebound and blindly threw a haymaker.

Stone: Back and forth we go here. Blake, impressive as usual, but Zella is holding her own!

Blaze: We have one of the best young rosters in the business, and they have shown that the last few weeks!

Zella staggered but retaliated with a barrage of quick jabs, showcasing her agility. Blake absorbed the strikes. Zella unleashed a series of lightning-fast strikes, each one landing with precision. Blake responded in kind, battering Zella with powerful hard right hands that echoed throughout the arena.

The momentum swung back and forth like a pendulum, each competitor refusing to yield. Zella attempted a suplex, but Blake's sheer size and strength thwarted her efforts. He countered with a spine-rattling DDT, leaving Zella momentarily dazed.

Zella, aware of Blake's formidable resilience, shifted her strategy. She began to utilize her speed, darting around the ring and peppering Blake with rapid strikes. The brute tried to grapple with her, but she slipped through his fingers like a wisp of smoke.

Seizing an opening, Zella executed a breathtaking hurricanrana, sending Blake sprawling across the canvas. The crowd erupted in applause, recognizing the tactical brilliance of the maneuver. Zella pressed her advantage, pouncing on Blake with a jaw-rattling dropkick.

As the match progressed, Zella's agility began to shine. She danced around Blake, ducking under his wild swings and delivering precise kicks to his midsection. Blake growled with frustration, his brute force unable to pin down the nimble O'Mega.

Blake, recognizing that he needed to adapt, decided to slow the pace down. He locked Zella into a tight headlock, wrenching her neck and cutting off her oxygen supply. Zella grimaced in pain, but she was not one to give up easily. She fought back, using her speed to wriggle out of Blake's grasp.

Stone: Staying one step ahead of this powerhouse is paramount for Zella's survival here tonight.

Blaze: Absolutely. With Blake Anderson all you need is one punch and you're out!

With a sudden burst of energy, Zella applied an inventive submission maneuver, torquing Blake's arm in an unnatural angle. The brute howled in agony, his face contorted with pain. The crowd marveled at Zella's versatility, switching seamlessly between power moves and technical finesse.

Just as Blake seemed on the verge of tapping out, he managed to roll away from Zella's grasp. He staggered to his feet, gasping for breath. Sensing an opportunity, Zella climbed to the top rope. The audience collectively held their breath as she leaped off, executing a picture-perfect moonsault.

However, Blake, driven by sheer instinct, managed to roll out of harm's way at the last possible moment. Zella crashed hard into the mat. Blake seized the chance, pouncing on her with a brutal elbow drop.

Stone: Jeez!

Blaze: Gritty move there. Drives all the air out of your body.

With Zella reeling, Blake took control of the match. He unleashed a barrage of power moves, including a devastating spinebuster that shook the ring.

Sinclair looked pleased on the outside, and Belladonna attempted to clap with her injured arm.

But Zella, known for her resilience, refused to submit to Blake's onslaught. She absorbed the punishment and summoned her inner strength, mounting a comeback. With a thunderous clothesline, she shows her power as well.

As the match reached its climax, both competitors were visibly fatigued, their bodies battered and bruised. Zella, drawing from her well of resilience, executed a breathtaking German suplex that left the crowd in awe. She followed it up with a devastating superkick, knocking Blake to the mat.

With the crowd firmly behind her, Zella climbed the ropes once more. This time, she hit her target flawlessly, connecting with a shooting star press. Blake lay motionless on the canvas as Zella draped an arm over his chest. The referee's hand slapped the mat - one...two...

Just as the referee's hand was about to descend for the third time, Blake's hand shot up, breaking the count. The crowd gasped in disbelief, but Zella remained focused. She dragged Blake to his feet, determined to seal her victory. With Blake still on one knee, Zella saw her opportunity to strike. She sprinted to the ropes, leaping onto the top turnbuckle with agility that defied her size. The audience held their breath as Zella soared through the air, attempting a diving crossbody.

Stone: Heads up!

But Blake had other plans. In a display of his brute strength, he caught Zella mid-air, staggering slightly under her weight. The crowd gasped as Blake transitioned into a crushing powerslam, slamming Zella to the mat.

Blake, capitalizing on his momentum, unleashed a relentless barrage of strikes, targeting Zella's torso. He drove his fists into her midsection repeatedly, each blow knocking the wind out of her. The crowd's cheers for Zella grew quieter with each brutal punch.

Blake hoisted Zella onto his shoulder, showcasing his remarkable strength, and slammed her down with a spine-tingling powerslam. He went for the cover once again, and the referee's hand hit the mat - one...two...Zella kicked out.

Bruised and battered, Zella showed her indomitable spirit by refusing to give in. She fought back with fierce determination, retaliating with a flurry of punches and kicks. Blake stumbled backward, dazed by the sudden reversal of fortune.

With a surge of adrenaline, Zella executed a snap suplex, sending Blake crashing to the mat. She scaled the turnbuckles once more, this time successfully connecting with a breathtaking moonsault. The crowd roared in approval as she hooked Blake's leg for a pinfall attempt, but it was a near fall as Blake kicked out at two and a half.

Stone: So close!

Blaze: Since when has close counted for anything!

Belladonna, who is growing more and more irritated at the length of the match, walks up the steps and onto the apron. Zella sees this and walks over to Belladonna. The two share words. Zella slaps Bella. She gets into the ring to attack her, but Sinclair is quickly into the ring to grab her around the waist, pulling her back. He doesn't want to see Blake get disqualified.

Bella, however, breaks away from Sinclair. She gets in Zella's face. Blake is up behind her. Sinclair is still in the ring.

Blaze: Zella is surrounded, and I have a feeling the Anderson's don't care if they are DQ'd, Stone. They wanna cause more mayhem!

As they close in, the crowd roars as Hanari runs down to the ring! He slides into the sing and Belladonna and Sinclair scatter. He chases them up the ramp. Blake is irritated that they are not at ringside anyone and is yelling at them.

Zella is up behind him.

Stone: Turn around, big man!

He does, into Beat Drop.

She covers.




One





















Two















Three!


DING DING DING!


LEE MASTERS: Here is your winner, ZELLA OOOOOOOOOO MEEEEEEEEGGGGAAAA




Stone: She did it! Zella O'Mega used their own distraction against them to steal one here!

Blaze: And it may cost her!

Sinclair and Belladonna are in the ring behind her. And it appears Belladonna has a pair of handcuffs!

Stone: And what exactly does she think she's doing with those?!

Blaze: I always knew she was kinky!

Blake is back up.

The three surround an exhausted Zella. The ref calls for the bell, like that's gonna matter, as a frustrated Blake clubs her in the back of the head. She falls into the arms of Sinclair and Belladonna, who proceed to try to handcuff her to the middle rope.

Stone: I can only imagine what sort of sick debouchary they have planned here!



Just as they have wrestled her to the rope and are about to cuff her, the crowd explodes as Hanari Carnes hits the ring. He drop kicks Blake and sends him rolling out of the ring. Belladonna and Sinclair scatter.

He helps Zella up and holds her arm up as the three Dynasty Members back up the ramp. Hanari is begging them to come back in the ring.

Stone: Carnes just saved Zella from a bad situation there. And all this time we thought he was a bad guy!

Blaze: He picks and chooses, but they messed with his flag! You never mess with a man's flag!

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The camera's cut backstage as we see a large, white stretch limousine pull up to the arena.

Stone: We've seen that limo before! 

Blaze: Yes we have! I think I can guess whose inside! 

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PRESENTS:

LIVE FROM PHILADELPHIA, THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 21st!

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"Hello.



As many of you know, my name is Jenny Myst. Current OCW Rebellion Champion and one half of the Tag Team Champions. For those of you who DON'T know, this is a talk show I created while in XWF. Throughout the time on The Queen's Court, I have had some of the hottest champions, storylines, angles, and breaking news. I wasn't going to bring it here, as I am pretty sure it is an XWF copyright, but I was forced to tonight. Britlyn told me I would be suspended for 60 days without pay if I didn't do it, and if SHE didn't choose the guest. So, normally I have a monologue, I shoot my shot, I introduce whats going on in OCW or wherever, but tonight......tonight is different. Tonight I do this show under protest.

So, enough of the small talk. Let's see what she has for me!"

There are two chairs set in the ring, but only one would be used. Britlyn comes on the video screen.

Britlyn: Thank you Jen, but I think I am close enough you right here. We all know how you wheel and deal. We all saw what happened to your opponent at the Pay Per View, Damien Calaway, when he underestimated your cunning. Chris Chaos could be lying in wait anywhere, and that is just something I cannot risk.

I did, however, ask you to do the show because I wanted to make sure I had you in the ring, had your undivided attention, and you couldn't weasel your way out of it."

Stone: She outsmarted the Queen here!

Blaze: Shhh.....

Jenny: "Well, I am here. So....what do you have to say that could possibly be of any interest to me, other than an apology for allowing that freakshow to attack me last week and cost me the match?"

Britlyn smirks.

Britlyn: I am glad you brought him up. You don't listen very well, do you? If you would stop being so self-absorbed for two minutes you would have caught it. Originally, the match for your belt was scheduled at ASHES to ASHES, our big double-branded Pay Per View in October.......but Damien has recovered ahead of schedule. He feels much better."

Jenny's eyes go wide.

"SOOOOOOOO, that being said.....what is best for business is to give him a chance to win the belt you STOLE from him at Revival. The belt you are wearing under false pretenses. The belt you weaseled your way into, like everything else you do. I COULD....and honestly, SHOULD.....strip you of that title and award it to Damien. BUT, I spoke to him.....and he wants to earn it. He wants his revenge. So.....I am here to announce that at the Pay Per View at And Justice for Brawl on September 21st.....it will be Damien Calaway versus you Jenny......for the Rebellion Title..........HELL IN A CELL!"

Jenny nearly falls off her chair.

Jenny: "YOU CANT DO THAT!"

Britlyn: I can, and I am. Now, Queen's Court is over. Security, get that crap out of my ring......but the chairs can stay."

The screen shuts off as Jenny has a concerned look on her face in the ring and bites her lip.

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A PICTURE OF SYNN'S WORLD TITLE WITH A RED X ACROSS IT SHOWS UP ON THE SCREEN AS OCW COMES BACK

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"Limits" by Bad Omens plays over a darken arena as smoke rises and blue lights flash in a rhythmic pattern. Cameras zoom into the entrance just before the lights shift to red and Mandii Rider walks out from the back. She stops just before the ramp and begins to head bang while red pyro shoots from either side of the stage and fans begin to cheer. Mandii begins her walk to the ring, a smirk on her face. After stopping for a beat mid way to the ring she sprints before sliding under the bottom rope, cameras zoomed on a smirk as soon as she's in the ring. Quickly she's on her feet and on the top turnbuckle with fists in the air before doing a bit of taunting. She jumps from the turnbuckle and runs to the opposite corner, jumping onto the top turnbuckle. Again, she taunts a bit before hitting her chest a few times then jumps down to the mat as her music fades and she begins to pace the corner waiting for the match/opponent.

Stone: Our first ever REVIVAL champion, and one half of the tag champs with Myst, but I feel like the legendary Mandii Rider may have her hands full here. 

Blaze: Absolutely.



A spot light beams down on a single red balloon as it bounces just above the ground at the entrance to the ring. The lights elsewhere in arena are dim as camera flashes go off and a laughing track begins.

"HERE'S JOHNNY"

A males deep deranged voice screams out in the arena just before Johnny's Revenge" by Crown The Empire hits and more balloons are released from the sides of the entrance. White lights flash at the entrance to the arena as Johnny walks out with a red balloon in his hand while his other hand stays behind his back. As he walks down the ramp he looks around before finding the perfect victim to slither up to. Once he finds a victim he hands over the balloon with a smile on his face but just before handing the balloon over he pulls a large hatchet from his back and uses it to pop the balloon.

HA HA HA HA

The same deranged voice can be heard laughing while Johnny holds his mouth open wide mimicking the laughter. Johnny turns his attention to the ring and his opponent in it and shakes his finger and hand left to right before smiling wide. Red liquid drips down either side of Johnny's mouth as he begins to walk zombie like toward the ring with blood dripping down his mouth. He rolls in the ring and cameras show an aerial view of him laughing on his back before he stands up and waves at Mandii. 

Stone: This guy freaks me out. 

Blaze: That's his MO, Stone.

The two wrestlers circled each other warily before locking up in a fierce collar-and-elbow tie-up. Mandii used her superior strength to force Johnny into the corner, but Johnny, quick on his feet, slipped out and countered with a sharp kick to Mandii's thigh. Mandii winced in pain but retaliated with a thunderous clothesline that nearly took Johnny's head off.

Johnny struggled to his feet, blood trickling from his nose, but his determination was unwavering. He fired back with a series of kicks to Mandii's legs, trying to weaken her. Mandii's face contorted with rage as she grabbed Johnny by the throat and lifted him into the air, only for Johnny to slip behind her and lock in a sleeper hold. Mandii fought desperately to break free, but Johnny's grip was ironclad.

Stone: Once this dude gets ahold of ya, its curtains! Mandii is fading here!

Blaze: This one may be quicker than even we anticipated!

Mandii's face turned purple as Johnny's sleeper hold tightened, but she wasn't ready to give up. She rammed Johnny into the turnbuckle, breaking the hold. The two wrestlers exchanged wild punches, and the mat soon became stained with their blood. Mandii seized Johnny's wrist and whipped him into the ropes, setting him up for a spine-shattering spinebuster. But Johnny managed to counter with a jaw-dropping DDT out of nowhere leaving Mandii stunned.

Mandii popped back up, though. Johnny laughed again, motioning her to bring more. Mandii unleashed a barrage of lightning-fast kicks, snapping into Johnny's torso, but he absorbed the punishment, retaliating with thunderous haymakers that rattled Mandii's senses.

Blood began to trickle from Mandii's nose, a testament to Johnny's unrelenting power. Undeterred, she fought back with renewed vigor, countering Johnny's strikes with evasive maneuvers and launching herself into the air with breathtaking aerial assaults.

The crowd was on their feet, the noise reverberating through the arena. Mandii hurled herself off the ropes, aiming for a jaw-dropping moonsault, but Johnny caught her mid-air, his massive arms encircling her slender frame. With a guttural roar, he executed a spine-shaking powerbomb that sent shockwaves through the ring.

Stone: It's not often I can say that Mandii Rider is overmatched, but physically, she's being punished by Johnny right now!

Mandii's body writhed in pain, but her determination blazed in her eyes. She staggered to her feet, summoning her last reserves of strength. With a primal scream, she launched herself at Johnny, executing a series of acrobatic maneuvers that left him off-balance and reeling.

In a final, desperate surge of energy, Mandii locked Johnny into a devastating arm-bar submission hold, wrenching his arm back at a grotesque angle. The audience held its collective breath, but Johnny's face contorted with sheer determination. With a Herculean effort, he managed to power out of the hold, leaving Mandii sprawled on the mat, exhausted.

Blaze: She may have spent the rest of her reserves, there.

Stone: We have seen Mandii pull one out of the fire on numerous occasions, however! I still have faith!

Summoning every ounce of strength left in his own battered body, Johnny hoisted Mandii onto his shoulders, his face a mask of grim determination. With a gut-wrenching twist, he executed his signature move, the Brain Basher (Gory Bomb), sending Mandii crashing into the canvas.

He covers.

One

Two

Three------NO!!!!!!!

Mandii kicked out of the Brain Basher! Mandii kicked out!!!!!!

Johnny smiled a bloody smile. This meant he got to inflict even more pain.

Stone: I think, as weird as it sounds, that Johnny is HAPPY that she kicked out!

He picked her up by the hair. Mandii swing blindly. Johnny managed to counter a wild haymaker from Mandii, grabbing her by the head and dropping her with a DDT. Mandii clutched her skull in pain as Johnny continued to press the attack. He delivered a flurry of technical maneuvers, targeting Mandii's arm and leg, trying to wear her even further down.

Mandii, fueled by his own determination and the energy of the crowd, fought back. He reversed an Irish whip and sent Johnny crashing into the turnbuckle. Mandii charged, attempting to crush Johnny with a massive clothesline, but Johnny ducked at the last second, leaving Mandii to crash shoulder-first into the turnbuckle.

Blood now streamed from Mandii's forehead, mixing with the sweat on his face. Johnny saw his opportunity, applying a vicious armbar, trying to hyperextend Mandii's already damaged shoulder. The pain etched across Mandii's face was palpable, but he refused to tap out. With sheer determination, he powered his way to the ropes, forcing Johnny to break the hold.

The match continued to escalate in brutality, with both competitors using steel chairs and foreign objects from under the ring. The referee had lost all control, and it was clear that only one would emerge victorious.

Stone: Ring the bell! This isn't a hardcore match! Damnit someone is going to get seriously hurt out here!

Blaze: I think, as messed up as it sounds, thats what they both want!

Mandii hoisted Johnny onto her shoulders for what appeared to be the set up for a powerbomb, but Johnny wriggled free, landing behind Mandii and hoisting him onto his shoulders in return.

Stone: Look at the strength from Mandii! Even after all of this!

Blaze: She is running on pure adreneline!

Stone: COUNTER! COUNTER FROM JOHNNY!

With a deafening roar, Johnny executed his finisher, the "Brain Basher" (Gory Bomb), AGAIN! Mandii Rider's body was sent crashing down to the canvas with incredible force. The impact shook the ring, and Mandii's body lay limp, a crimson mask covering her face.

Johnny laughed, sticking his tongue out as he covered the Revival and Tag Team Champion.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Stone: What a performance from these two. Mandii suffers her first loss since joining OCW and she appears to be a bit worse for wear!

Blaze: Johnny is a problem for this entire roster, Stone!

Johnny looks at Mandii's belts sitting at ringside and grins again, making the title-waist motion as he rolls out of the ring. EMT's roll in to check on Mandii.

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FINAL COMMERCIAL BREAK

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AND JUSTICE FOR BRAWL, SEPTEMBER 21st!

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As OCW programming comes back on air after the final commercial, SYNN and Brooke are already in the ring.

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..


Donnie walks out behind him.


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 and partner Donnie Harris, 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..

The bell rang, and the match was underway. SYNN and Konstantine stepped into the ring first, both exuding an aura of confidence. They locked up in the center, muscles straining as they jockeyed for position. SYNN used her agility to gain the upper hand, slipping behind Konstantine and applying a tight waistlock. She tried to take him down with a German suplex, but Konstantine countered with a back elbow, sending SYNN staggering back.

Stone: And the power begins. We all saw what Kon did to Synn last time these two stepped into the ring.....if shes not careful she won't make it to the Pay Per View. He charged at her with a ferocious intensity, catching her off guard and sending her sprawling to the mat with a thunderous clothesline. The impact echoed throughout the arena, and the crowd winced in sympathy for the champion.

SYNN struggled to get back to her feet, but Konstatine was relentless. He grabbed her by the hair and hoisted her up with ease, showcasing his incredible strength. With a swift motion, he tossed her across the ring, and SYNN crashed into the turnbuckles with a cry of pain. Konstatine wasted no time and charged at her once again, crushing her against the turnbuckles with his massive frame.

Blaze: SYNN is one of the most ring-aware and saavy wrestlers I have EVER seen. And against Konstantine, its almost like she is rendered helpless. The demon that powers her aggression looks like a chiwawa against a pitbull in there with Konstantine. I don't get it.

He picked SYNN up and executed a bone-crushing suplex that shook the entire ring. SYNN writhed in agony on the mat, but her resilience was undeniable. As Konstatine attempted to pin her for the first time, she kicked out with a burst of energy, much to the surprise of the audience.

Konstatine's frustration grew with each failed pin attempt. He couldn't believe that SYNN was still in the fight. He pulled her up by the hair once more and whipped her into the ropes, setting her up for a devastating spinebuster. The impact was earth-shattering, and SYNN's body seemed to bounce off the mat upon impact. Konstatine covered her for another pin, but once again, SYNN kicked out, her determination shining through.

Stone: That's one thing about SYNN, she's resiliant as hell. You have to damn near kill her to beat her!

The crowd was torn between admiration for SYNN's resilience and concern for her well-being. Konstatine, on the other hand, was becoming increasingly enraged. He dragged SYNN to her feet and taunted her with a sadistic grin before attempting another powerful move. This time, he went for a thunderous powerbomb, lifting SYNN high into the air before driving her down to the canvas.

He grinned as he tagged in a now extremely confident Donnie Harris.

The impact of the powerbomb left SYNN gasping for air, her body wracked with pain. Konstatine was certain that this would be the end and told Donnie to just pin her, but SYNN still had fight left in her. With a last-ditch effort, she kicked out yet again, refusing to give up without a fight.

The crowd erupted into applause for SYNN's incredible resilience. It was clear that she was the underdog in this match, but she refused to back down. Konstatine, now seething with anger, began to grow frustrated. He couldn't understand how SYNN continued to defy him. He slapped the turnbuckle.

Donnie picks her up by the hair, and tosses her into the corner.

On the apron, Brooke Blakely was itching to get into the action. She reached out, tagging her partner's hand, and SYNN made the exchange smoothly. Brooke entered the ring, her fiery determination evident as she locked up with Konstantine once more. The two powerhouse competitors grappled in the center of the ring, neither one willing to give an inch.

Meanwhile, Konstantine watched from his corner, flexing his immense muscles as he eagerly anticipated his chance to enter the fray. His partner, Donnie, managed to gain the upper hand on Brooke, whipping her into the ropes. But Brooke rebounded with incredible speed, surprising him with a flying clothesline that sent him sprawling.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Brooke stood tall, feeding off their energy. She attempted to lift Donnie onto her shoulders for a finishing maneuver, but he was just too heavy. He countered with a thunderous DDT that drove Brooke into the mat. Donnie quickly tagged in Kon, and the two behemoths began to take control of the match.

Donnie Harris entered the ring, towering over Brooke like a mountain. He wasted no time in unleashing a barrage of devastating strikes and power moves. Brooke valiantly fought back, managing to land a few hard-hitting kicks and punches, but Donnie's sheer strength was overwhelming.

SYNN watched anxiously from the apron, desperately wanting to help her partner. But the referee was doing his job, making sure she stayed out of the ring until a legal tag was made.

Brooke, however, was determined to show off her high-flying skills. She climbed to the top rope, the crowd's excitement building to a fever pitch. The audience knew that Brooke had a reputation for her incredible aerial maneuvers. She leaped off the top rope, aiming for a jaw-dropping diving elbow drop.

But in a shocking turn of events, Konstantine displayed his extraordinary power and agility. He caught Brooke in mid-air, hoisting her onto his massive shoulders with ease. The crowd gasped in amazement and anticipation.

With Brooke perched precariously on Kon's shoulders, the brute made his move. He executed a massive powerbomb that shook the entire ring, sending shockwaves through the audience. Brooke's body crashed onto the canvas with brutal force, leaving her dazed and motionless.

Stone: Brooke again trying to do too much. They haven't broken the armor enough yet for the high-risk maneuvers.

Blaze: Brooke hasn't moved, Stone.

SYNN steps into the ring. The ref tries to keep her out. As he is distracted with her, Brooke comes alive and low-blows the celebrating Konstantine. This takes the big man to his knees.

Brooke dives and tags in SYNN as the crowd roars.

SYNN charged the downed Kon. As the match continued, Konstatine's dominance only intensified. He pummeled SYNN with brutal strikes and tossed her around the ring like a ragdoll. SYNN's body was covered in bruises, and she could barely stand on her own. But despite the odds, she never once surrendered.

With each near fall, the crowd's support for SYNN grew stronger. They chanted her name and cheered her on, hoping against hope that she would find a way to turn the tide. And finally, as Konstatine prepared for another attempt at a pin, SYNN summoned every ounce of her remaining strength.

As Konstatine bent down to grab her, SYNN mustered all her energy and executed a jaw-dropping swinging neck breaker in the center of the ring. The crowd exploded with excitement as Konstatine crashed to the mat, his monstrous frame finally brought down. SYNN, exhausted and battered, crawled towards him, desperation in her eyes.

Stone: Cover him! Cover him champ!

With the last of her energy, SYNN draped an arm over Konstatine's massive chest, and the referee dropped to make the count. The crowd held its breath as the referee's hand hit the mat for the first time—ONE! The arena seemed to shake as the referee's hand came down for the second count—TWO!

THREE-----KONSTANTINE KICKS OUT. Synn rolls off, exhausted.

Brooke is reaching for a tag again.

Synn rolls into the tag. Kon tags Donnie at the same time.

Brooke, with renewed vigor, charges the ring.

He lunged at Brooke like a force of nature, catching her off-guard with a bone-crushing clothesline that sent her sprawling to the canvas. The impact reverberated through the arena, and a hush fell over the crowd as they watched in awe at Donnie's dominance.

Brooke struggled to her feet, but Donnie was relentless. He grabbed her by the hair and hoisted her up with ease, showcasing his incredible strength. With a swift motion, he tossed her across the ring, causing Brooke to crash into the turnbuckles with a painful thud. Donnie charged at her, smashing his shoulder into her midsection, further winding her.

The crowd winced in sympathy for Brooke as Donnie continued his onslaught. He pulled her out of the corner and executed a punishing suplex that shook the entire ring. Brooke's body seemed to bounce off the mat upon impact, and she groaned in agony. Donnie covered her for the first pin on her of the match, but Brooke kicked out with a burst of determination that surprised everyone.

Stone: Brooke completely overmatched physically here, but if she has learned anything from SYNN its that no-quit attitude!

Donnie's frustration grew with each failed pin attempt. He couldn't believe that Brooke was still hanging on. He dragged her up by the hair once more and sent her hurtling into the ropes, setting her up for a devastating powerbomb. The crowd gasped as Donnie hoisted Brooke high into the air, but just when it seemed like the end was near, Brooke managed to wriggle free and land on her feet.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Brooke capitalized on this moment of respite. She sprang into action, unleashing a flurry of quick strikes and kicks that took Donnie by surprise. With a series of lightning-fast moves, she managed to weaken Donnie's legs, causing him to drop to one knee. The crowd was on their feet, rallying behind Brooke as she continued her assault.

Brooke's newfound momentum was electrifying, but Donnie's sheer size and power still posed a formidable challenge. He fought back, landing a devastating clothesline that sent Brooke tumbling to the mat once more. The crowd groaned in sympathy as Brooke writhed in pain, but she refused to give in.

Donnie seized the opportunity to showcase his strength once again. He lifted Brooke high into the air, demonstrating his raw power to the crowd, before slamming her down with a spine-crushing powerbomb. The impact left Brooke gasping for air, her body contorted in pain. Donnie covered her for another pin, but Brooke kicked out once more, her resilience shining through.

Stone: BROOKE SHOWING NO QUIT! IT'S ALL FIGHT FOR THE BLONDE BOMBSHELL HERE!

Blaze: But how much more can the human anatomy withstand?! She needs to make a tag here!

The crowd's admiration for Brooke's tenacity grew with each near fall. They chanted her name and urged her to keep fighting. Donnie, now seething with anger, was determined to put an end to this battle. He grabbed Brooke by the hair and dragged her to her feet, taunting her with a sinister grin before attempting another powerful move.

This time, he hoisted Brooke onto his shoulders, preparing for a devastating fireman's carry slam. As he lifted her high into the air, it seemed as though there was no escape. But Brooke had other plans. With an incredible display of athleticism, she managed to shift her weight, wriggling free from Donnie's grasp and landing behind him.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Brooke seized the opportunity. She hooked Donnie's head and executed a breathtaking tornado DDT, driving his skull into the canvas with incredible force. Donnie sprawled on the mat, dazed and disoriented, while Brooke struggled to catch her breath.

Brooke knew that this was her chance to turn the tide of the match. With sheer determination, she crawled towards Donnie, her body aching and exhausted.

Stone: Blakely with her first real offense here! Now she just needs to make the cover!

Just before she is about to make the cover, her eyes light up. Is she going to tag Synn in to make the cover on her rival?

No, she crawls over to the corner.

Stone: What is she doing?!

Kon pulls SYNN off the apron. Those two battle on the outside. Brooke, wanting to save her friend, looks back and forth between Donnie and the two battling on the outside. She then takes a deep breath and leaps.......

DONNIE CATCHES HER IN MID AIR!!!!!!

F5!!!!

DONNIE HITS THE F5!

He covers Brooke!

Stone: A MISTAKE FROM BLAKELY THERE! ITS GONNA COST THEM!

ONE

TWO

SYNN RACES BACK UP THE ISLE AFTER TOSSING KON INTO THE BARRICADE AND SLIDES INTO THE RING FOR THE SAVE

BUT SHES TOO LATE.

THREE!!!!!!!!

The bell rings as Synn pops up, standing face to face with Donnie, whose back on his feet.

Lee Masters: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS...........KONSTANTINE AND DONNIE HARRIS!

Donnie rolls out of the ring, a smug look on his face.

Just then, the crowd pops as Britlyn Baylor steps out onto the ramp, a mic in hand.

Britlyn: I really wanted to make this announcement after a different outcome, I truly did. I was pulling for you guys back there. However, I said earlier, I have to make some decisions that are best for business, popular or not.

Synn looks up at the ramp, snarling. Brooke is coming to. Donnie and Kon stand on the ramp between the boss and the ring.

Britlyn: This looks familiar, doesn't it? This scene.......in case you forgot, please turn your attention to the tron.....

She turns, as footage from the unaired portion of ACESS DENIED, the last Pay Per View ever in the old OCW ran.

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

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Outcast TV picks up the end of the never aired ACESS DENIED Pay Per View, the final in the illustrious history of the original OCW.

Copyright wording shows up as the screen cuts to a panning overhead view of a raucous Flint, Michigan crowd.

Belvedere: “Your winner and STILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL OCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION………..SYNN”

SYNN, who looks rather worse for wear, most of her facepaint worn off, grips the title to her chest as she lays above the now-covered hole in the dirt where Easton lay. She breathes heavy as her best friend Brooke Blakely comes out to help her to her feet. SYNN can barely stand as Brooke helps her up.

Hood: She did it! SYNN remains the World Champ in arguably her toughest test to date!

Smith: That she did! Easton Alexander brought everything at the champ tonight, and he almost got it done! Except for the shenanigans near the end, he had this match mostly in hand!

Cara: Broski’s, look at the ring, it looks like we have company.

Everyone in attendance was staring at the champ and her blonde friend. They all seem to notice at the same time and a collective gasp fills the air in Flint as standing in the center of the ring is a tall brunette in a shin-length skirt, blouse and blazer. She has a microphone in her hand, but it isn’t an OCW mic….it is….all black.

“Hello everyone. My name is Britlyn Baylor, and I am the CEO of EightPrime Entertainment LLC based out of Tampa Bay, Florida. You probably wonder why I am here, standing in this ring, during an OCW event, after arguably the biggest match of the year. Well, I am here to tell you. EightPrime has been in touch with Ms. Strader over the past few weeks, and discussions have been had about the future of OCW after a slew of recent events that have rendered the company nearly bankrupt.”

The crowd stands in stunned silence.

Smith: Is she saying what I think she is saying?

“OCW is going on hiatus, and Ms. Strader is taking some time off to catch her bearings. It has all been a whirlwind since Mr. Welsh left abruptly, leaving her to clean up the mess that was created many moons before. It has been very hard on Ms. Strader, but she is a true warrior who never showed the pain on her face, in the public, to all of you. To us, she showed us the true strife of being shoved into a top tier business roll far too early.

That being said, EightPrime from this point forward has purchased the majority share of OCW and all OCW programming and records, and will be transitioning the balance of power for the foreseeable future.”

Hood: It is EXACTLY what she said, Smith! What the hell does this mean? Are we out of a job?!"

“You are probably asking yourselves what all of this means. What will happen to the current roster, the current champions, shows, live events, merchandise, all of it. Well, I am here to tell you all of that as well.”

The crowd is still stunned, they are as silent as they have ever been.

“Let's start with the most relevant thing in our collective memories, mmm? Your OCW World Champion, SYNN.”

Brooke is sitting next to SYNN, her head on her shoulder, and she picks it up to scowl at the woman in the ring. SYNN has a blank look on her face.

“You are the OCW World Champion, and that is no easy feat. You defended it successfully here tonight, but, I regret to inform you, that tonight was your final defense of that very title.”

Smith: WHAT?!

HOOD: WHAT??!!!

“There will be all new belts being introduced, including a new world title. Now……I am not sitting here and stripping you of that belt you earned, but I am rather making you a deal. You can hold onto that belt until the final fate of OCW is decided, being the last OCW champion in the foreseeable future, and can have that be your legacy. OR, if you would like to continue to blaze a path through the wrestling world, you can come to the ring and hand me that world title right now…..”

The crowd boos.

“.....and you will be eligible to compete for the new world title being introduced. OR you have a third option.”

SYNN tilts her head, her lip snarling.

“You are welcomed to continue your career elsewhere, calling yourself the OCW champion if you so choose, but you will not be welcomed back into the company we are creating. It is nothing personal, SYNN, it is simply business and business is all we do.”

Synn goes to get up, seeming like she is going to charge the ring, but Brooke holds her back.

“That goes for all of the champions. The new tag champs, APEX–Jenny Myst and Mandii Rider. Same deal. The Paradigm, Craze and Piledriver. All the same offer. There will be new belts to replace them all, and it is only fair to give them a clean slate to be earned.”

The crowd is booing more now, this is huge news.

“I assure you, that whether OCW ever opens its doors again under those letters, WE here at EightPrime in fact do see the future, and the future is bright. We WILL rise from the ashes like a phoenix, and will will be bigger and better than ever. You all were abandoned by the man you worship as a god, left to fend for yourselves in this brutal landscape. You are all the Outcats, and we are now your corral to the chaos. OCW, Proud and Strong, welcome to the new era of this storied company….welcome, to OCW. Outcast Championship Wrestling.”

Cara strader takes off her headset and walks off the set, not saying a word, but leaving in protest. Synn and Brooke stare at the ring in shock.

Smith: What does this mean for us, Hood?

Hood: I guess we will find out soon.

Smith: Ladies and Gentlemen, we don’t know the future of this great company, or if we will even have jobs in the new one. If this is goodbye, it has been an honor to call OCW--ORIGINAL OCW-- programming for you all this time. This has been Access Denied 2, and as always, thank you for being you.”

The feed cuts just as he finishes his sentence, as the last reminisce of the original OCW washes out with static fuzz.

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The crowd boos as she brings the mic to her lips again.

Britlyn: Mandii and Jenny, they ended OCW OG as tag champs, they competed for theirs. Ally Calaway, she did what she was asked to do. Your friend there, Brooke, she threw the Paradigm belt away. She did what she was asked to do.

The only one who hasn't done what they have been asked to do, SYNN, is you. You had the choice to carry over the ORIGINAL title belt, not just assume yourself the champion of this one. You broke in, you stole the belt, and you carried it around like it was your own. I took the liberty of paying off Mr. Easton to get the original, YOUR belt, back......

Two OCW officials come out and hand her SYNN's old title belt.

Britlyn: But that belt, that is MY belt. You won it under false pretenses, and I have been too busy building a company to realize it. So, as far as I am concerned, you are not OCW World Heavyweight Champion.......you're a liar.

Synn curls her lip again as Brooke tries to exit the ring to get at Britlyn, but Synn holds her back.

Britlyn: So that Main Event at the Pay Per View.......it will not be featuring SYNN. Oh no.....because as of this moment Synn is NO LONGER OUTCAST World Heavy Weight Champion.

The crowd boos.

Britlyn: You want this belt? You're welcomed to carry it around, as you have earned it. That belt, MY belt, you have not earned. However, I believe there is a man who has.

Eric Drake steps out onto the ramp.

Britlyn: Mr. Drake, go retrieve my belt.

Eric walks down the ramp, grabs the belt from the side officials, and walks back up the ramp with it.

Britlyn: As for the Main Event at And Justice For Brawl........for the VACANT OCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP...........it will feature the man whose lit the wrestling world on fire in recent weeks, and has been, in my humble opinion, the number one contender.............DONNIE HARRIS!

Donnie jumps up and down, celebrating on the ramp.

Britlyn: And his opponent.......for the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP, is a man who is UNDEFEATED so far, and has give RISE the ratings it has gotten..........this man.

His music hits and BRADDOCK steps out onto the ramp, flexing and yelling.

Stone: Oh my god......

Britlyn: So there you have it. You probably wonder where that leaves you, Synn? Well, how could I forget you? You will be at the Pay Per View as well.........against......

KONSTANTINE!

The crowd boos as Synn and Kon stare each other down.......Brooke has a tear run down her eye as an OCW official slides the old belt into the ring at SYNN's feet as Anarchy goes off the air.