OCW RISE PRESENTS: UPRISE 2023

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

MCI CENTER
WASHINGTON DC
Doors 7 PM
Event 8 PM

OPENING CONTEST:
Match One:


Tag Team Match
SOUTHWEST BROTHERHOOD
('American Alpha Wolf' Adam Gatner and 'The Towering Navajo' Apollo Nighthawk)
vs. 
ASYLUM
(Nox von Anna and Zephyr Draven)
1 RP at 2k words EACH w/500 word buffer
OR
1 RP COLLAB at 3500 word, no buffer


UNDERCARD:
Match Two:


Toxicita vs Destiny Michaels
Standard Match, 1 Fall to Finish
Toxicita is making her OCW debut. She takes on the staple of the female division on RISE, who had a bit of a breakdown on the last show. Will Destiny embrace her dark side or will Toxicita steal one on her first show? 
1 RP, 1k word w/500 word buffer

Match Three:


Blake Anderson (w/Sinclair) vs. Valkyrie Venom(c)
OCW RISE ELEVATE TITLE
'Button of Doom' Match
There is a big button (think of the game 'Sorry' or the Staples Easy Button) and when you press the button, it randomly selects the type of match you'll be fighting in. The champion will hit the button at the beginning and the stipulation will pop up on the OCW-tron. Each competitor can CHANGE the type of the match by making their way up the ramp and hitting the button during the match. How many different matches will we see in one?!
2 RP 2500 words


Match Four:


Mika Attano vs. BRADDOCK
Braddock can ONLY win by submission, whereas Mika can win by standard rules.
2 RP 1500 words with 500 word buffer

Match Five: 

Belladonna Anderson vs. Lucy Sixx
Standard Match, 1 Fall to Finish
1 RP, 1k word w/500 word buffer


MAIN EVENT:



TRENT KILLJOY vs. COLOSSUS (c)
ALPHABET MATCH
The ring will be surrounded by various weapons and obscure items (i.e. trash cans, kendo sticks, fire extinguishers, street fight stuff).
Think of it as an extreme rules/no holds barred street fight match, but each superstar is only allowed to use items and weapons beginning with a certain letter, which will be decided before the match begins.
 Before the bell rings, the announcer reveals a bingo cage full of balls with letters on them. Let's say Trent's letter ends up being T. This means he can only use items starting with T (tables, trash cans, toothbrush?).
2 RP 2500 words





RP DEADLINE: SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 16th at 3am EASTERN!

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

Fletcher St. James: Hello everyone and welcome to the MCI Center in Washington DC for this special edition of OCW RISE: UPRISE!

Tyler Hansley: A STACKED card tonight, Fletch. Further proving why we truly are the superior brand. 

Paris London: And the ladies are going to be representing here tonight, and the RISE roster has some of the best up and coming women in the business!







Lonely Train starts to play and Adam and Apollo walk out to the ramp. Adam howls and the fans howl back.

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen at a total combined weight of five hundred seventy five pounds. The American Alpha Wolf Adam Gatner and The Towering Navajo Apollo Nighthawk...Southwest Brotherhood!!!

St. James: These two mammoth men making their tag team debut here against Asylum, and boy do they have their hands full.

Hansley: Asylum has been dominant to say the least. There aren't many teams here in OCW so they've kinda been able to run roughshod. 

London: Kinda?



The arena goes dark as "Savages" begins and smoke rises around the ring. Once the beat drops two bolts of lightening strike either side of the stage causing fire to be lit and stretch across either side of the stage. Nox Vonn Anna and Zephyr Draven step out from the back and walk to the edge of either side of the stage beginning to taunt fans who are already booing. The two meet back up in the middle of the ramp and put their hands over their heads in a X causing blue pyro to shoot from either side.


Marlena Sanchez: And their opponents...............Nox von Anna and Zephyr Draven, ASYLUM!

Nox Vonn Anna and Zephyr Draven walk down to the ring then slide in together under the bottom rope. After a devilish grin toward one another the two jump to their feet and climb two different corners once again putting an X over their heads with their arms. The two drop down and pull each other in for a shoulder bump before focusing on their opponents.

The arena was electrified, a sea of fans roaring as the lights dimmed, and the opening chords of ASYLUM's entrance theme pounded through the speakers. Smoke billowed out, shrouding the entrance ramp in an eerie, otherworldly haze. Emerging from the shadows, Nox von Anna and Zephyr Draven made their way to the ring, their sinister masks hiding their expressions but not the anticipation radiating from their bodies.



On the other side of the arena, The Southwest Brotherhood, Adam Gatner and Apollo Nighthawk, stood ready, their charismatic personas captivating the audience. The crowd was divided, their allegiances split between the eerie ASYLUM and the flamboyant Brotherhood.

The referee checked both teams for any concealed objects, ensuring a fair contest before calling for the bell.

DING DING DING

The match kicked off with Apollo Nighthawk and Zephyr Draven in the ring. They circled each other, eyes locked in a tense standoff. Nighthawk lunged first, attempting a quick takedown, but Draven effortlessly sidestepped and countered with a spinning heel kick that sent Nighthawk sprawling. The crowd was in awe of Draven's agility.

Nighthawk scrambled to his feet, visibly frustrated, and tagged in Gatner. Adam Gatner entered the ring, flashing a cocky grin at Draven. The two locked up, engaged in a test of strength. Gatner's power was evident as he gradually overpowered Draven and slammed him to the mat. Gatner followed up with a quick leg drop, then tagged Nighthawk back in.

Apollo Nighthawk seized control, delivering a series of high-impact moves, including a snap suplex and a vicious clothesline. He then attempted a pinfall, but Draven kicked out at two, showing his resilience. The crowd was firmly behind the brotherhood, rallying them with chants.

Nighthawk, frustrated, attempted another pin, but this time Draven countered into a small package. The referee counted, "One! Two!" but Nighthawk kicked out just in time. The exchange showcased the back-and-forth nature of the match.

St. James: Almost a quick ending to this one!

With Nighthawk still down, Draven made the crucial tag to Nox von Anna. Nox entered the ring with an eerie, measured pace, a stark contrast to the high-flying Nighthawk. Nox used her technical prowess to control the match, wrenching Nighthawk's arm in a painful submission hold. Nighthawk cried out in pain but refused to give up.

Nighthawk finally managed to create separation with a jawbreaker, staggering Nox. He crawled towards his corner, desperate to make the tag, but Nox was relentless. She dragged Nighthawk away from the Brotherhood's corner, preventing the tag and locking in a brutal figure-four leglock.

The crowd was on the edge of their seats as Nighthawk writhed in agony, fingertips brushing the ropes. Gatner cheered his partner on from the apron, urging him to endure the pain. Nighthawk summoned every ounce of strength he had left and managed to reach the ropes, forcing Nox to break the hold.

The audience erupted in applause, appreciating Nighthawk's tenacity. But Nox wasn't done yet. She tagged in Draven, and the two executed a beautifully synchronized double-team move, with Draven launching Nox into the air for a missile dropkick on Nighthawk.

Hansley: His size hasn't been an advantage yet. We thought it might be. 

St. James: He is still very green. Brand new to this. 

Nighthawk was in dire straits, but he finally made the tag to Gatner. Adam Gatner burst into the ring, unleashing a flurry of strikes on both Draven and Nox. His athleticism and raw power were on full display as he suplexed Draven, then delivered a spinebuster to Nox.

With Nox down, Gatner climbed the turnbuckle, preparing for a high-risk move. He soared through the air, attempting a diving elbow drop, but Draven rolled out of the way at the last second. Gatner crashed hard onto the canvas, clutching his elbow in pain.

This was the moment ASYLUM needed. Draven crawled towards Nox, desperately reaching for the tag. The crowd roared their encouragement as Gatner slowly rose to his feet, disoriented. Draven managed to tag Nox, and the audience exploded in cheers.

Nox von Anna entered the ring like a specter of doom, catching Gatner off guard. She executed a jaw-dropping moonsault that left Gatner dazed. Nox went for the pinfall, but Gatner powered out at the last possible moment, leaving the audience in shock.

St. James: I'll tell you what. The experience may not be there for the brotherhood........but you can't discredit their heart. Determination from these two! I love it!

London: It's a feel good story for sure!

With the tension mounting, Nox von Anna signaled the beginning of the end. She hoisted Gatner onto his shoulders, preparing for her finishing move, the "Equal-Nox." The crowd gasped in anticipation. But Gatner had other plans. He wriggled free and, with a burst of strength, lifted Nox onto his shoulders, attempting his own finisher, "Howl At The Moon".

However, Nox countered mid-air, transitioning into a devastating DDT. Gatner's head bounced off the mat, leaving him prone and defenseless. Nox crawled towards Gatner and signaled to the top rope.

Zephyr Draven, perched on the turnbuckle, leaped into the air, executing a jaw-dropping 450 Splash. The crowd watched in awe as Draven's body twisted through the air, crashing onto Gatner. Nox, quick to capitalize, hooked Gatner's leg as the referee counted.

"One! Two! Three!"


St. James: Just like that! It can happen that quickly!!!

Hansley: Bang bang and Asylum racks up another one here in DC!

London: Southwest brotherhood impressed, though. Keep working at it, they have a bright future!

Marlena Sanchez: Here are your winners by pinfall.......Nox and Zephyr, ASYLUM!

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The backstage area of RISE Wrestling is buzzing with energy as the wrestlers prepare for their matches. JOLIE VEXX, the General Manager, stands in her office, which is adorned with posters of past wrestling events. She's dressed in a sleek pantsuit, radiating confidence.

Jolie's desk phone suddenly rings, interrupting her concentration. She reaches for it, her brow furrowing as she picks up.

JOLIE VEXX

(into the phone)

This is Jolie Vexx, RISE General Manager. What's going on?

On the other end of the line, a concerned voice speaks. It's her assistant, SARAH.

SARAH (PHONE)

Jolie, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but there's a problem. The match between Belladonna Anderson and Lucy Sixx may have to be canceled.

Jolie's eyes widen in shock, and she bites her lip anxiously.

JOLIE VEXX

(sighs)

What happened, Sarah?

SARAH (PHONE)

Lucy had a nasty fall during a pre-match warm-up. It looks bad, Jolie, really bad. He's been rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. But here's the thing......I don't think she 'fell.' I think she was attacked.


Jolie takes a deep breath, her mind racing with thoughts of how this could impact the show.

JOLIE VEXX

(on the phone)

Is there any way we can delay the decision until the last minute? I don't want to disappoint the fans.


SARAH (PHONE)

We'll do our best to keep the audience entertained with some alternative matchups, but the doctors say Lucy won't be able to compete tonight. It's a serious injury.



Jolie clenches her fist, her concern evident on her face. She knows she has to make a difficult decision.


JOLIE VEXX

(resigned)

Alright, thank you for letting me know, Sarah. Keep me updated on Lucy's condition. I'll figure something out.


Jolie hangs up the phone, her fingers trembling slightly. She leans back in her chair and stares at the wrestling memorabilia on the walls, her thoughts consumed by the weight of the situation. She snarls, knowing that The Dynasty had something to do with this......she slams her phone down and leaves the office, going to find them.

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The arena goes silent.

You don’t know how hard it is being a woman, how will I ever live up to your expectations, of pretty?

Dirty Pretty blasts over the speakers as Toxicita comes out from the back skipping.

'Mirror Mirror in my hand'

St. James: Here we go! Another debut match! Toxicita comes to DC to face a staple of this roster.

Hansley: Destiny has been losing it.....ever since Ben went down, she hasn't been the same!

Toxicita pulls out a mirror from behind her back and fixes her hair in it before tossing it behind her and the sound of glass shattering overpowers the music. She skips down to the ring and jumps onto the apron before sitting on the ropes.







She smiles for a moment before frowning and fully entering the ring. She prances around for a bit either taunting fans or whoever she's facing before dropping down in the middle of the ring and hitting the mat a few times. She pops back up and yells either at the fans or who she's facing before smiling and twisting her hair.







She goes to the corner of the ring and hops up on the top rope crossing her legs lady like.

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.

The bell rings and Toxicita is quick out of the gate grabbing Destiny from behind by her hair and ripping her away from the camera. She rams Destiny's face into the turn buckle causing her face to bounce off violently. Toxicita pulls Destiny into the corner and begins to deliver kick after kick to the midsection before slapping her across the face. Fans have a mixed reaction due to a dislike for both woman but Toxicita smirks before sending the back of her hand across Destiny's chest not once but twice before being stopped by the ref. She pulls Destiny out of the corner and delivers a running bulldog sending her face first into the mat.

Toxicita holds her arms out with a cocky demeanor before reaching down and grabbing Destiny but Destiny doesn't let her bring her to her feet. Instead, Destiny rams her elbow into the gut of Toxicita causing her to double over. Destiny sends another elbow into her gut before breaking free of Toxicita's hold and pulling her down face first into her knee. Toxicita rolls over on her back holding her face while Destiny yells in her face before coming down hard with a first drop into the chest of Toxicita. Toxicita holds her chest as Destiny pulls her up and sends her flying into the corner but instead of hitting the turn buckle Toxicita jumps up with her legs in the air and comes down sending both feet into Destinys back as she darts for the corner.

St. James: These two are so evenly matched, similar styles....

Hansley: It should be illegal to both be blonde bombshells, I am having trouble telling them apart!

Destiny holds her back leaning on the corner of the ring for support but she's not in the corner long as Toxicita grabs her by the head and sends her back into the mat as hard as possible. Destiny is seen holding the back of her head while Toxicita stands over her. She sends her boot into the mid-section of Destiny while holding the ropes and the fans begin to count as she doesn't stop.



ONE!



TWO!



THREE!



FOUR!



FIVE!

The ref jumps in forcing Toxicita to stop and she does. She pulls Destiny up and sends her into the ropes but is met with thesz press by Destiny sending her back hard into the ground. Destiny begins crazily sending punch after punch to the head and face of Toxicita while she lays on her back trying to block the hits. Destiny is forced to stop by the ref and gains her composure long enough to stand bringing Toxicita up with her. She sends Toxicita into the ropes and delivers a drop kick as she bounces off. Toxicita is shown holding her nose while Destiny gets to her feet taughting the new comer to get up.

St. James: Getting a little cocky here. 

Hansley: Do you blame her?

Toxicita is shown slowly getting up to her feet when Destiny attacks again but is pulled down to the mat into a crippler cross face. Destiny screams out and reaches for the ropes but grabs nothing but air while Toxicita can be heard yelling, "Tap out bitch! TAP OUT!!" Destiny pulls herself closer to the ropes but Toxicita adds more pressure. Just when it seems Destiny is about to tap Toxicita stops her assult and quickly raises to her feet bringing Destiny up with her.

She sets up for an Alley Oop Facebuster and sticks the landing. Destiny is seen laying on the ground her arms and legs flat on the mat. Toxicita pulls herself up and with a wicked smile looks around at the fans in attendance. She pulls Destiny up from the mat and sends a fist to the top of her head but out of nowhere Destiny sends one back at the same spot! Toxicita wastes no time and sends another hit to Destiny's head and she returns the favor again. Once again Toxcita hits Destiny again but before Destiny can return the blow she's met with a knee to the mid-section followed by twist of fate. Toxicita goes for the pin.



ONE...







TWO...













KICKOUT!

The fans are in shock as Destiny lays out in the middle of the ring. Toxicita looks pissed as she looks over at Destiny both woman breathing heavily. She smacks the mat before standing with Destiny. Toxicita goes to send a hit to the face of Destiny but is blocked and Destiny sends Toxicita toward the ropes however she preforms a Asai Moonsault and sends Destiny to the mat. Toxicita quickly pulls Destiny up into a powerbomb and yells out, "STAY DOWN!" before sending Destiny into the mat and going for the cover.


ONE!









TWO!













THREE!

St. James: He did it!

London: Toxicita had a hand full but she pulled it off!



Toxicita rolls off Destiny and out of nowhere Destiny pops up and goes after Toxicita laying on the mat next to her. Toxicita rolls out of the way and even out of the ring dropping down on her feet. Destiny begins screaming to the top of her lungs and pulling at her hair while Toxicita starts to walk back her lips reading the words, "fucking crazy bitch!"

In the ring Destiny is seen having a complete break down screaming and yelling. She drops to her knees and begins to hit at the mat over and over before busting open her hand. She looks down at the damage and lets out another yelling before looking up at the ramp as security begins walking down to the ring.

Similar to a cornered animal, Destiny screams at them and begins to fight against them trying to pull her from the ring. She screams over and over flaying her arms and legs as they pull her from the ring. She's seen being carried away kicking and screaming as Uprise cuts to the back.

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UPRISE cuts to the back where we find BRADDOCK swinging from a plastic cup of beer, one you would get at a concession stand. When he sees the camera he tips his head back in recognition before draining the cup.

BRADDOCK: “In just a matter of a few dozen minutes, I step in the ring with little Mika. Donnie f(bleep!)kin Harris, I don’t know where you are but I do know you will be watchin! Pay close attention, chump, because this is just a small glimpse of what you’re in for. Watch the brutality she experiences. The hopelessness in her eyes right before she’s Cursed. And then the look of dazed pain as she helped from the ring by the medics!

You are in for all of that and more! We are in a ‘Falls Count Anywhere’ match and, brother, the things I plan to do to you… The court in Hague might get involved afterwards. Bur, tonight, I get in the ring with Mika. Just know, Mika, what happens to you isn’t personal. You, unfortunately, are being used as an example. I hope you got Aflac paid up…”

He drops to the floor and begins doing buries as the camera leaves the locker room.

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Camera's cut backstage to Valkyrie Venom holding her championship over her shoulder with a smirk on her face


I know I already addressed your challenge Trent but I have to say the attention whore in you has just awoken the attention giver in me so here's another fifteen minutes of fame. It rubs me the wrong way that you gave me my first loss. You out of the whole Rise roster get to say you beat the Elevated Champion Valkyrie Venom and it just doesn't sit right with me. In fact, it annoys me really badly so I want to counter your challenge and say that regardless of championships I want your ass back in the ring in a one on one match.

Valkyrie smirks into the camera and looks over at her championship.

In fact, regardless of winnings tonight you can try to take this from me. I'll give you a chance to take my championship regardless if you beat Colossus tonight because let's face it, no way in hell Blake Anderson is going to take this from me. I'm going to walk out of here with my championships still around my waist and a big smile on my face.

She smiles wide while shaking her head side to side.



And since I'm in a such a good mood tonight I'm wanting to give a little which is why I'm giving you this opportunity Trent. If you walk out of here with the championship we can put them both on the line and winner takes all, BUT just incase you don't I want you to know you can try again. There's just one little stipulation and that's I get to choose the match type. So, think it over, let it raddle in that little empty dome piece of yours, and get back to me. K? K.

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Both competitors are in the ring when the cameras cut back to the arena. 

St. James: This one's gonna be good!

The OCW arena was filled with an electric buzz of anticipation as fans from all around the world gathered to witness an epic showdown between two of the most dynamic and enigmatic wrestlers in the industry. In one corner, the cunning and unpredictable Blake Anderson, and in the other, the fierce and unyielding Valkyrie Venom. The OCW RISE Elevate Championship hung in the balance, and the fate of these two warriors would be determined by the whims of a mysterious button.

The arena darkened, and the giant OCW-tron flickered to life, displaying the championship belt in all its glory. The reigning champion, Valkyrie Venom, stood confidently in the ring, her intense gaze fixated on the button that rested on a pedestal near the entrance ramp. Blake Anderson, the challenger, paced back and forth, a sly grin playing on his lips. The tension in the arena was palpable.

With a dramatic flourish, Valkyrie Venom watched as Jolie, who wanted to monitor this match personally after the events from earlier, reached for the button. She pressed it, and the OCW-tron flickered once more before revealing the first stipulation of the night.

Hansley: And we start with a bang! Atta girl J-money!

London: Steel cages are always fun!

Match 1: Steel Cage Match

The steel cage descended from the rafters, surrounding the ring, as the bell rang to signal the start of the match. Blake Anderson and Valkyrie Venom wasted no time, locking up in the center of the ring. It was a brutal contest, as both competitors used the unforgiving steel to their advantage. Blake Anderson was quick to display his cunning, attempting to escape the cage multiple times, but Valkyrie Venom thwarted his efforts.

As the match raged on, the crowd was on the edge of their seats. Would Valkyrie retain her title within the steel confines, or would Blake Anderson find a way to escape? The answer was about to be revealed.

Jolie, rather enjoying herself and her power to control others, hit the button again. The cage raised as the tron revealed:

Match 2: Tables, Ladders, and Chairs Match

St. James: OH YEAH! We're cooking with gas now folks!

With a swift move, Blake Anderson managed to hit the button on his way up the ramp, changing the stipulation of the match. The arena was now filled with tables, ladders, and chairs, and the crowd erupted in excitement. The two competitors were no strangers to this kind of carnage, and they wasted no time using the weapons to their advantage.

Valkyrie Venom, known for her resilience, took control of the match, using a ladder to climb to the top and deliver a breathtaking elbow drop onto Blake Anderson, crashing through a table below. The crowd roared in approval, but Blake Anderson wasn't finished yet. He fought back valiantly, introducing even more chaos into the match.

Just as Jolie was about to press it again, a hand reached out and grabbed her hair. It was Belladonna Anderson! She slapped Jolie, sending her down, and smiled as Sinclair walked out with a folding chair. He sat down and with a smug look, pressed the button.

St. James: Belladonna Anderson! Blake's wife! Outta nowhere! She's got the GM by the hair!

Hansley: Ballsy move for BDA here! But strength in numbers is always an advantage!

Match 3: Last Man Standing Match

Blake Anderson managed to hit the button once again, this time changing the match to a Last Man Standing contest. Both competitors were battered and bruised, but the crowd was in awe of their resilience. They continued to beat each other mercilessly, hoping to incapacitate their opponent long enough to secure victory.

The fight spilled out of the ring, with both wrestlers utilizing the arena's surroundings to their advantage. Steel barricades, announce tables, and even the ring steps became weapons in this brutal encounter. The referee's count reached nine, and it seemed as though neither competitor would be able to answer the ten-count.

As Belladonna continued to slap Jolie around, their fight spilled into the back. Sinclair rubbed his hands together and pressed the button just as the ref was about to count to ten.

St. James: JOLIE CAN SCRAP! She's holding her own against Bella here!

Match 4: Submission Match

The crowd gasped as the rules shifted, and now the focus was on technical prowess and pain-inducing holds.

Both competitors showcased their submission skills, attempting to make their opponent tap out. Valkyrie Venom, with her background in Brazilian jiu-jitsu, seemed to have the advantage. However, Blake Anderson displayed his resilience once more, refusing to submit to the excruciating pain.

Match 5: Falls Count Anywhere Match

In a desperate attempt to change the tide, Blake Anderson made his way up the ramp again, pressing the button for the fifth time. The stipulation now favored his chaotic style: it was a Falls Count Anywhere Match. No longer confined to the ring, the two competitors battled all over the arena.

Hansley: Not only are our GM and our challenger's wife battling all throughout the MCI, but now the match is too! This is WILD!

Chairs were thrown, bodies slammed onto concrete, and the crowd followed the action as it spilled into the backstage area. The unpredictability of this stipulation played into Blake Anderson's strengths, but Valkyrie Venom wasn't one to back down from a brawl.

Sinclair pressed the button.

Match 6: Hell in a Cell Match

A massive Hell in a Cell structure lowered around the ring, enclosing them in a steel cage that towered over twenty feet above the canvas.

Inside the unforgiving structure, Blake Anderson and Valkyrie Venom continued their battle. The cell added an extra layer of danger, with both competitors taking daring risks. The audience was treated to breathtaking moments as they climbed the cell and delivered high-flying maneuvers.

Match 8: No Disqualification Match

With the submission battle reaching a stalemate, Blake Anderson managed to hit the button again, this time changing the stipulation to a No Disqualification Match. The crowd roared in anticipation as foreign objects, tables, and even thumbtacks came into play.

In the midst of this brutal contest, both wrestlers showcased their willpower and determination, refusing to stay down despite the relentless onslaught of punishment. The referee's attempts to maintain order were in vain as the chaos escalated.

Match 9: Iron Man Match

With the match spiraling out of control, Jolie made her way back out....limping and bruised. The crowd gasped as security was detaining Belladonna in the back. Metro Police roared onto the scene. She flipped Sinclair out of the chair and smiled through a bloody lip as she hit the buzzer one final time. The crowd watched in amazement as the bell rang, and the two competitors now had a set amount of time to accumulate the most pinfalls or submissions.

The final minutes of the Iron Man Match were a flurry of near-falls and submission attempts. Both Blake Anderson and Valkyrie Venom showed their incredible resilience, fighting through fatigue and pain to score precious points. As the timer counted down, it was clear that this match could go either way.

In the end, with just seconds remaining, Valkyrie Venom managed to secure the decisive pinfall, retaining her OCW Elevate Championship. The exhausted but elated champion collapsed onto the mat as the arena erupted in cheers.

St. James: She did it! By god I don't always agree with her attitude or how she conducts herself, but damnit she showed determination and heart tonight!

The multi-match extravaganza had delivered on its promise of unpredictability, showcasing the incredible talents and determination of both Blake Anderson and Valkyrie Venom. As the two competitors lay in the ring, battered and bruised, they had earned the respect and admiration of the wrestling world. Valkyrie Venom had proven herself once again, but both wrestlers had left an indelible mark on the OCW for years to come.

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In the backstage area, RISE GM Jolie Vexx and Belladonna Anderson are cat fighting, having to be separated by security.

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St James: Here we go! One of the most highly-anticipated matches of the night between two of the RISE brands top stars!



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.

Marlena Sanchez: This match is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, by way of London, England, Mika Attano!


Hansley: Mika is poised and ready here. She shows no fear, even though there is a chance she is going to be forced to tap out in front of a national audience. 

St. James: She is all resolve, all fight. For sure. 



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.

St. James: A scary individual here. Raw power and a don't give a damn attitude. He has no problem hurting her, and hurting her badly. 

Marlena Sanchez: This match is set for one fall. Braddock HAS to win by submission but Mika can win by any means necessary!

The referee signaled for the bell, and the match was underway. Braddock, known for his raw power, lunged forward with a thunderous clothesline, aiming to take Mika down early. However, Mika displayed her agility, ducking under the massive arm and countering with a swift kick to Braddock's knee. The brute staggered but did not fall.



Mika continued his assault, using her speed and cunning to chip away at Braddock's defenses. She unleashed a barrage of strikes, targeting Braddock's legs and torso, trying to weaken the giant. Braddock, though visibly frustrated, managed to catch Mika mid-air during a high-flying maneuver and delivered a spine-shattering powerbomb. The impact shook the ring, and he looked down at her.



St. James: He wants to go for the pin so badly, but he's only allowed submission here!



Hansley: So why isn't he capitalizing and going for a submission move then? What's the strategy?



He lifts her by the hair, laughing as he headbuts her back down.



Paris: His strategy is to be a dick, apparently.



As the match progressed, Mika's strategy became evident—she was trying to outmaneuver Braddock and exploit his agility advantage. Mika began targeting Braddock's limbs, working to wear him down. She came off the ropes for a crossbody but he caght her, scoop-slamming and immediately going for the submission. He locked in a sharpshooter, attempting to make Mika submit early in the match. The crowd roared in encouragement as Mike gritted her teeth and fought through the pain, eventually making it to the ropes to break the hold.



Braddock releases, not wanting to be DQ'd.



St. James: He has an OCW World Title match coming up here. He hasn't looked himself today, maybe his mind is on that?



Hansley: You can never look ahead against Mika.



Braddock's brute strength remained a constant threat. He executed devastating suplexes and power slams, trying to keep Mika grounded. Yet, Mika was resilient, dodging Braddock's attacks and countering with precision strikes. She knew that victory could come through a variety of means, not just a pin or submission. With each passing minute, the intensity of the match reached new heights. Braddock, growing increasingly frustrated, attempted a gorilla press slam, but Mika countered mid-air, transitioning into a tornado DDT. The crowd erupted in applause for Mika's ingenuity.



Braddock, however, was not to be outdone. He managed to hoist Mika high into the air, setting up for a massive powerbomb. Mika, thinking quickly, shifted her weight and converted the move into a hurricanrana, sending Braddock sprawling across the mat. The audience was on their feet, marveling at the seesaw battle between these two incredible athletes.



Hansley: He's wondering what he has to do to put her away. He's at a disadvantage here, he HAS to win by submission.



St. James: She knows this, and she's gonna make it hard for him. But eventually power prevails.



Braddock wasted no time, charging toward Mika with thunderous footsteps. He aimed to use his superior size and strength to overwhelm her early on. Mika, however, had faced such challenges before. She sidestepped Braddock's initial rush and delivered a lightning-fast dropkick to his knee, causing the big man to stumble.



The crowd roared with approval as Mika continued her assault. She knew she couldn't afford to let Braddock gain momentum. Mika utilized her speed and agility, landing quick strikes and keeping Braddock off balance. With a well-placed superkick, she sent him staggering into the corner, buying herself a moment to catch her breath.



As the match progressed, Braddock's frustration grew. He struggled to maintain control against Mika's evasive tactics. In a burst of determination, Braddock managed to catch Mika in a bearhug, squeezing her tightly in his massive arms. The crowd watched in suspense as Mika's face contorted in pain.



Mika's eyes flashed with determination as she fought against the crushing force of Braddock's bearhug. She knew she couldn't afford to let him dictate the pace of the match. Using every ounce of her strength, she began delivering a series of elbow strikes to Braddock's head, forcing him to release his hold.



London: She has to get going though, because he can and will wear her down.



Mika had survived Braddock's bearhug, but she knew she couldn't let her guard down. She continued to target Braddock's legs, trying to weaken his foundation. A well-executed dragon screw leg whip sent Braddock crashing to the mat, and Mika seized the opportunity to apply a submission hold of her own—a crossface.



Braddock, caught off guard, grunted in pain as Mika wrenched his neck and shoulder. The crowd watched in awe as Braddock fought to break free. With a tremendous burst of strength, he managed to crawl towards the ropes, forcing Mika to release the hold. The audience erupted in cheers for both competitors' resilience.



As the match entered its later stages, Braddock began to regain control. He used his immense power to hoist Mika high into the air and deliver a thunderous spinebuster. The impact rattled the ring, and Mika writhed in pain on the mat. Braddock capitalized on this opportunity, relentlessly targeting Mika's back and midsection.



Mika struggled to her feet, her body aching from the punishment she had endured. Braddock, sensing victory within his grasp, locked in a debilitating Boston Crab, bending Mika's body in an agonizing arc. The audience held its collective breath as Mika's face contorted in pain.



Hansley: She's gonna tap here! How much more can she take?!

St. James: Dire straights for Attano here!

Despite the excruciating pain, Mika's determination burned brighter than ever. She clawed her way inch by inch toward the ropes, her fingers stretching out desperately. The crowd erupted in support, their cheers echoing throughout the arena.

With sheer willpower, Mika managed to reach the ropes, forcing Braddock to break the hold. Gasping for breath and visibly shaken, she refused to give in. The crowd was firmly behind her, showering her with encouragement.

With both competitors exhausted and battered, the match reached its climax. Braddock attempted to lock in his signature submission hold, the "Braddock Lock," a brutal variation of the camel clutch. He knew that this was his chance to secure victory.

Mika, however, had other plans. She had been studying Braddock's moves throughout the match, and she knew that this was her moment to counter. With an incredible burst of strength, she managed to shift her weight and reverse the hold, locking Braddock in a submission of her own—a modified armbar.

Braddock roared in pain as Mika torqued his arm and shoulder. The crowd was on its feet, witnessing a remarkable display of heart and skill. Braddock's face twisted in agony, but he refused to submit. His pride and determination were as strong as Mika's.

St. James: Mika giving him a taste of his own medicine!

Minutes turned into what felt like hours as the two competitors battled in the center of the ring. The crowd watched in awe as both Mika and Braddock displayed an unwavering refusal to give up. The atmosphere was electric, with every fan in the arena chanting their support for their chosen wrestler.

But as the pain intensified, Braddock's resolve began to waver. He could feel his arm being pushed to its limit, and the realization that he might have to submit slowly sank in. Sweat poured down his face as he gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain.

Mika's face was a mask of determination as she continued to apply pressure, her strength and resolve unyielding. With one final wrench, she leaned back with all her might, causing Braddock's arm to bend at an unnatural angle.

London: She's gonna do the unthinkable, she's gonna make the big man tap!

Braddock grimaced in pain but refused to tap out. His bulging muscles strained as he clawed his way towards the ropes. The audience held its breath, witnessing a true test of endurance and willpower. Braddock finally reached the ropes, forcing Mika to break the hold, but the damage had been done.

Mika continued to impress with her ring awareness and clever tactics. She knew that Braddock's submission defenses were not his strongest suit, and she exploited that weakness. With a snapmare takedown, she expertly transitioned into a rear-naked choke, cinching her arms around Braddock's throat.

The brute struggled for air as Mika tightened her grip. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he contemplated the unthinkable—tapping out. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, witnessing a power struggle of a different kind. But Braddock's raw power could not be denied. With one mighty burst of strength, he powered out of the chokehold, leaving Mika breathless.

As the match progressed, Braddock's frustration began to show. He unleashed a barrage of power moves, executing bone-jarring suplexes and thunderous power slams. Mika felt her body being punished, but she refused to give in. Her resilience and cunning were her greatest assets.

Braddock attempted his signature move, a devastating piledriver, but Mika managed to counter with a back body drop, sending Braddock crashing to the mat. The crowd erupted in applause as Mika seized the opportunity to lock in a crossface submission, wrenching Braddock's neck and shoulder.

The brute's face contorted in pain, and he desperately tried to crawl towards the ropes. Mika maintained her hold, her determination unwavering. But Braddock, fueled by his unyielding spirit, managed to reach the ropes, forcing Mika to release the hold. The audience showed their appreciation for both competitors' incredible fortitude.

St. James: She is trying to fight power with technical prowess here, and it seems to be working!

Mika is trying to hold on but with a surge of adrenaline, Braddock stands up, with her now on his back like a koala!

With a sudden burst of power, Braddock surged back to his feet, his eyes filled with determination. He grabbed Mika by the wrist and whipped her into the ropes. As she rebounded, Braddock attempted to catch her in a spine-shattering spinebuster, but Mika had other plans.

In a stunning display of athleticism, Mika managed to shift her weight mid-air and flip over Braddock's attempted maneuver, landing gracefully behind him. The audience gasped in amazement at her agility. She then seized the opportunity to lock her arms around Braddock's waist and attempted a German suplex. However, Braddock's immense size made it difficult to lift him, and he blocked her efforts, preventing the suplex.

The two competitors found themselves locked in a fierce struggle, each one pushing their limits. Braddock tried to break free from Mika's grasp, but she clung on like a tenacious predator. The crowd was on their feet, witnessing a titanic clash of strength and determination.

After what seemed like an eternity, Braddock managed to create just enough separation to break free. He spun around to face Mika, his chest heaving with exertion. Mika, undeterred by her failed suplex attempt, smirked and taunted Braddock to bring it on.

Braddock charged at Mika once again, this time with a brutal running knee strike. The impact was bone-crushing, and Mika crumpled to the mat, clutching her chest in pain.

As the match wore on, both Braddock and Mika began to show signs of exhaustion. Sweat poured from their bodies as they delivered and absorbed punishing blows. Mika, known for her resilience, absorbed a devastating powerbomb from Braddock but somehow managed to kick out just in the nick of time.

Likewise, Braddock found himself in dire straits when Mika executed a jaw-dropping springboard moonsault, crashing down onto him with pinpoint accuracy. The crowd erupted in applause, amazed by Mika's incredible athleticism.

But just when it seemed like Mika might have the upper hand, Braddock unleashed his devastating powerbomb. He hoisted Mika high into the air and brought her crashing down to the mat with incredible force. It looked like the end for Mika.

However, as Braddock went for a submission that surely would have ended it, Mika summoned every ounce of her remaining strength and executed a surprise roll-up pin. The referee dropped to the mat and began the count: "One! Two! Three!" The bell rang, and the arena exploded in cheers.

London: She did it! By hell or high water she did it!


Marlena Sanchez: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, BY PINFALL, MIKA ATTANO!

St. James: The unbeaten streak is over! And new-comer Mika Attano is the one to do it! What a match!

Hansley: She really showed she can hang with the top dogs here, and scored an impressive win over what could be the future OCW World Champion!



BRADDOCK, aching from the melee from Mika Attano’s onslaught, fought his way to his knees. He wipes some of the sweat from his brow, barely spotting what comes next.

A man in a tracksuit and baseball cap hops the barricade and slips into the ring, stalking BRADDOCK. The second the big man straightens up his torso, BRADDOCK gets hit with a sudden and swift Shining Wizard; the assailant loses his cap, revealing his identity...

St. James: What the hell is this now?! After a fantastic match......

Hansley: Is that a fan? Did a fan jump the barricade?

London: INSURRECTION! JANUARY 6th!

St. James: Stop it.

The hood comes down and the crowd roars!

St. James: DONNIE HARRIS! THAT'S DONNIE HARRIS! HE'S HERE IN DC!

BRADDOCK goes down, flat on his back from the thunderous blow of Donnie’s knee to his head. Donnie, pacing around BRADDOCK’s body like a jungle cat figuring out how to finish his prey, gets pulled back by the referee. Donnie doesn’t hesitate to deliver the spinning back elbow to the ref, knocking him out! The Anarchy #1 contender grabs BRADDOCK by the man’s large wrist, flips him prone, grapevines the arm and cinches in a painful Crippler Crossface!

St. James: Jesus! He's knocked out officials! He's attacking his opponent. This match is on the Anarchy Show folks, not here! Someone get out here and stop this!

Hansley: If you're an underpaid security guard, would you want to step between these two?

Five or six officials and a couple of the jobbers rush the ring, pulling Donnie off BRADDOCK as hard as they can, locking him into the opposite corner. He tries pushing a few off, but they hang onto the ropes, so Donnie stops resisting, looking at BRADDOCK as he slowly rises to his feet, the big man gripping his muscular neck as Donnie starts laughing. BRADDOCK turns and spots Donnie, who is still laughing, his eyes steeled in his gaze back at his opponent for And Justice For Brawl.

St. James: I'd like the imagine Donnie knows better than this! He is potentially putting his WORLD TITLE match in jeopardy here!

BRADDOCK gets approached by a couple more officials, totalling now nine or ten people trying to keep the wrestlers apart, but BRADDOCK roars like the Hulk! He charges into the pile of people holding Donnie in place, crushing the seven people between him and Donnie in the corner! BRADDOCK starts clearing those in his way in a hard way. One of the dark match jobbers is a victim of a Mansfield’s Curse, the other Greenlit into the canvas. Referees and backstage crew get flattened by BRADDOCK as he tries to get to Donnie Harris, but, in the confusion, when he gets to the corner, the MMA fighter is no longer there. BRADDOCK looks around frantically, finally spotting Donnie halfway up the ramp, taking a power stance and breathing heavily.


St. James: Donnie sure got out of Dodge quickly once the tables turned!

Hansley: Smart decision! He has to protect his investment for the WORLD TITLE match. No sense in getting injured!

St. James: He didn't give a damn if he hurt his opponent. 

Hansley: Like I said, smart.

BRADDOCK can clearly be heard in the ring, roaring at Donnie to get back in the ring, but, with the camera now squarely on Donnie as he backpedals up the ramp, the MMA fighter says, “Wait til the title fight, big man! Just you wait!” Donnie disappears behind the curtain as BRADDOCK, with a great lashing out of frustration, grabs one of the officials and delivers a powerful Cluster Bomb, as if to send the message to Donnie that he will be next!

St. James: This one is FAR from over! ONE OF THESE TWO IS GOING TO BE THE NEXT WORLD CHAMPION!

---

Jolie is in her office, fuming. 

"Thats it. I've had enough with the shenanigans! Enough with the Dynasty and the cross brand hi-jinx! You think you're so big and bad Belladonna? I've been a biker bar bitch a lot longer than you! My sister gave me this position to keep my from taking little c*nts like yours heads off, but I don't even care if I get fired anymore!

It's you versus me next week on Rise and if I win, you can NEVER compete on MY show again!"

She spits blood and wipes her lip.

---

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: This match is an ALAPHABET STREETFIGHT! Introducing first, From Atlantic City, he is the Midnight Massacre, 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. 

St. James: We know how much this means to Trent. He has been chasing this title since Revival, and he has his chance here to finally secure it!



Marlena Sanchez: And his opponent, accompanied by Dick Trickle, he is the OCW RISE WORLD CHAMPION.......COLOSSUS!

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.

The OCW RISE WORLD TITLE match had wrestling fans on the edge of their seats, eagerly anticipating the clash between two titans of the ring: Trent Killjoy and Colossus. The stage was set for a brutal, no-holds-barred street fight, but with a unique twist - the Alphabet Match. The announcer stood in the center of the ring, holding a bingo cage filled with balls, each with a letter written on them. The crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch as the anticipation grew.

"Are you ready for some Alphabet Action?!" The announcer shouted into the microphone, causing the crowd to erupt in cheers. "Let's find out which letter these warriors will be bound by tonight!"

With a dramatic flair, the announcer spun the bingo cage, and the crowd held their collective breath. After a tense moment, he reached in and pulled out a ball. The letter "T" was revealed, and the crowd roared in response. Trent Killjoy's fate was sealed; he could only use items and weapons that started with the letter "T." Colossus, on the other hand, would have his letter revealed later.

As the wrestlers waited in their respective corners, the ring crew scattered weapons and obscure items around the ring, adhering to the rules of the match. Trash cans, tables, tires, and even a toothbrush (for Trent's exclusive use) were among the items prepared for the impending chaos.

The OCW RISE WORLD TITLE match had wrestling fans on the edge of their seats, eagerly anticipating the clash between two titans of the ring: Trent Killjoy and Colossus. The stage was set for a brutal, no-holds-barred street fight, but with a unique twist - the Alphabet Match. The announcer stood in the center of the ring, holding a bingo cage filled with balls, each with a letter written on them. The crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch as the anticipation grew.

"Are you ready for some Alphabet Action?!" The announcer shouted into the microphone, causing the crowd to erupt in cheers. "Let's find out which letter these warriors will be bound by tonight!"

With a dramatic flair, the announcer spun the bingo cage, and the crowd held their collective breath. After a tense moment, he reached in and pulled out a ball. The letter "T" was revealed, and the crowd roared in response. Trent Killjoy's fate was sealed; he could only use items and weapons that started with the letter "T." Colossus, on the other hand, would have his letter revealed later.

As the wrestlers waited in their respective corners, the ring crew scattered weapons and obscure items around the ring, adhering to the rules of the match. Trash cans, tables, tires, and even a toothbrush (for Trent's exclusive use) were among the items prepared for the impending chaos.

The bell rang, and the match was underway. Trent Killjoy immediately lunged for the nearest trash can and swung it at Colossus, catching him off guard. The crowd gasped as the aluminum can crashed against Colossus' massive frame, but the big man shrugged it off.

Trent wasn't done yet. He grabbed a table from the ringside area, intending to set up an early advantage. Colossus, however, had other plans. He grabbed the toothbrush, an unconventional weapon, and jabbed it into Trent's ribs, causing him to wince in pain.

Colossus continued to use the toothbrush's bristles to scrape at Trent's face, drawing blood. Trent managed to kick Colossus away and finally set up the table in the corner of the ring. He saw an old tire nearby and decided to make it a part of his arsenal.

With a roar, Trent charged at Colossus, attempting to drive him through the table. Colossus countered, hoisting Trent into the air. The crowd gasped once more as Colossus held Trent over his head with one arm, displaying his immense strength. But Trent was resourceful; he used the toothbrush to jab Colossus in the eye, forcing him to drop him.

Trent landed on his feet and grabbed a tire, using it to deliver a powerful wheelbarrow facebuster to Colossus. The tire crashed against Colossus's face, and he stumbled back, dazed. Trent was in control.

With Colossus now getting his letter, Dick Trickle reached into the bingo cage and pulled out a ball. The letter "C" was revealed, and the crowd erupted once more. Colossus could only use items and weapons that started with the letter "C."

Colossus wasted no time, lunging for a steel chair conveniently placed near the apron. He swung it at Trent with crushing force, the impact echoing through the arena. Trent's face contorted in pain as he crumpled to the mat.

The "C" letter options gave Colossus a unique advantage, and he made full use of them. He reached under the ring and produced a chain, wrapping it around his massive fists. Trent struggled to his feet as Colossus charged at him like a freight train, delivering a devastating clothesline.

But Trent, despite being battered, showed his resilience. He managed to grab a cookie sheet from the array of items surrounding the ring and used it as a makeshift shield to fend off Colossus' chain-wrapped punches. The cookie sheet bent and dented under the relentless assault, but Trent's determination held firm.

Trent, still clutching the battered cookie sheet, fought back against Colossus' "C" arsenal. He swung the cookie sheet like a frisbee, hitting Colossus square in the chest. The big man stumbled backward, stunned.

Using the momentary advantage, Trent retrieved a traffic cone from the ring apron. He jammed it over Colossus's head, momentarily blinding him. The crowd roared in approval as Trent seized control of the match.

Trent decided to escalate the chaos further by introducing a taser into the mix. He found it hidden under the ring, an obscure item that still fit the "T" criteria. With a wicked grin, Trent activated the taser and shocked Colossus, causing the big man to convulse in agony.

But Colossus, with his sheer strength, powered through the pain and ripped the traffic cone from his head. He lunged at Trent, who narrowly avoided Colossus's charge. The two men exchanged a series of brutal "T" and "C" attacks, with each taking their turn at dominance.

The battle raged on, with both men battered and bruised, but neither willing to give an inch. Colossus had the size and power advantage, but Trent had the creativity of the "T" arsenal on his side.

Trent Killjoy, desperate to turn the tide, spotted a fire extinguisher in the corner of the ring. It was another obscure item but one that began with "F," an acceptable choice due to its phonetic similarity. He grabbed the extinguisher, pointed it at Colossus, and let out a blinding burst of foam, temporarily disorienting the big man.

Seizing the opportunity, Trent executed his signature "Toxic Takedown," driving Colossus headfirst through the table he had set up earlier in the match. The crowd erupted in cheers as the table shattered into splinters, and Colossus lay motionless on the mat.

Trent, going to try to end it, climbs to the top. He signals for the crowd to make some noise, and they do, but right as he is about to jump Dick pushes him, causing him to staddle the ropes. Colossus is up. He grabs the cookie tray. 

WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!

The baking sheet across the head. Colossus signals for it to be over....

COLOSSUS CRUNCH, WITH THE COOKIE TRAY ACROSS TRENTS CHEST.



ONE!














TWO!






















THREE!!!!!!!!


The crowd boos and throws garbage in the ring as Dick enters the ring with the belt. 

Marlena Sanchez: Here is your winner and STILL OCW RISE WORLD CHAMPION......COLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOSSSSSSUUUUUUUUUSS!



As "Angst" by Rammstein plays Valkyrie Venom steps out with her championship on her shoulder. As Colossus makes his way up the ramp she holds out a fist for a fist bump but is met with an angry look and growl from Colossus. Valkyrie fist-bumps herself with a smile and turns her attention to Trent in the ring.

Trent! Trent Trent Trent Trent. Buddy, baby, look at you Mr.Cocky without your jollys. What happened? I'll tell you what happened you got your ass kicked that's what happened.

Valkyrie laughs and the boos come pouring in. Valkyrie frowns and says, "come on" without putting the mic to her mouth.

Alright I get it, everyone has a sour face on tonight expect for big guy back there who's probably stuffing his mouth with a couple of cakes celebrating. As for you Trent you look so down and you know what I'm in such a good mood I thought I'd come out here and try to raise your spirits.

More boos erupt and Valkyrie nods her head.

I know doesn't sound like me but I'm in the giving type of mood. See Trent, you gave me something not long ago that I just can't seem to get rid of. You're right, I do think about you. I dream of you every night and just can't get you're stupid little facial hair out of my head. It haunts me really that out of the whole Rise roster you gave me my first loss.

Valkyrie sticks out her bottom lip in a pouting way.

It really hurt my feelings you know? Kind of like how your feelings are hurt right now because you failed again.

She laughs.

Ok but really I put our match aside last week to get shit done and now that we won the tag team match together and moved on to me being a winner still and you losing the championship again I want to extend a friendly hand since we worked so well together. I want to offer you another shot to be the number one contender. I want to give you a chance to accomplish that dream you keep reaching for but never can seem to grasp. I want to give you a shot at shutting me up and taking my belt.

The fans let out cheers while Valkyrie shrugs.

I'm nice like that but also I need people to know who they're messing with. I need that blemish scrubbed from everyone's memory. I need a little revenge so to speak. So, let that raddle around in your empty dome for a little while and get back to me.

Valkyrie turns to leaves but stops.

Oh wait, there is one stipulation.

She turns on her heel with a smirk.

I get to pick the match type and believe me it won't be a pretty ending for you when I not only retain but also drop you down just one more peg. How's that for your fifteen minutes Trent?

She raises the Elevated Championship over her head as Uprise fades out.