OCW ANARCHY PRESENTS: AND JUSTICE FOR BRAWL 2023

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

Thursday, September 21st
Wells Fargo Center
Philadelphia, PA
Doors 630 pm
Event 8 pm

Special Guest Commentary for the evening: ANARCHY CHAMPION, ALEXANDRA CALAWAY

OPENING CONTEST:
Match 1:

Hanari Carnes and Zella Omega vs. Blake and Belladonna Anderson
The Anderson's have been running roughshod over the Anarchy roster. They have been a menace to those they have come in contact with, and two weeks ago crossed the line with Hanari Carnes when they disgraced his country's flag. After being saved from what would have been horrendous treatment at the hands of the "Dynasty" by Hanari, Zella has a chance to get her own slice of revenge as well.
Tag Team Match
Set for One Fall
 2 RP per character solo
OR
2 collab pieces w/ partner
The solo RP per is 2000/500 buffer
The collabs are 3000/500 buffer


UNDERCARD:
Match 2


Naddie THE Baddie vs. Brooke Blakely vs. Clyde Newton
Naddie THE Baddie looked very good despite her debut loss to Le Bord de Dieu. She has a lot of potential. Clyde is a newcomer to OCW who has wrestled in some of the most prestigious companies around. Brooke has been aiming for the Anarchy Title, but has been on a bit of a skid lately. Can she overcome this and win a shot at the Rebellion?
Triple Threat Match
Winner becomes number one contender for Rebellion Title on next Anarchy
Set for One Fall

2 RP 2k word with 500 word buffer.

Match 3


"Dangerous" Dunkken Duvall vs. Casus
ANARCHY TITLE QUALIFER
These two OCW newcomers certainly aren't strangers to a wrestling ring. They are both ultra-physical brawlers who love to cause pain. Now, they get a chance to. These two will battle at a local Philadelphia bar and are assured to tear the place up. Whoever survives moves on to Anarchy for the second match of the qualifier and a shot at the OCW World Title at Ashes to Ashes in October. 
Bar Fight
2 rps, 3k words with 500 word buffer.

Match 4


SYNN vs KONSTANTINE
Former OCW World Heavyweight Champion had her entire world turned upside down at the end of the last Anarchy. Now, she doesn't have the pressure of being World Champion and doesn't have to be the face of the company. She can now, however, try to defeat a man she's never beaten who has dominated her like nobody ever has.
Monsters Ball Match
2 rp, 3k words with 500 word buffer.

Match 5


Johnny vs. Le Bord de Dieu
ANARCHY TITLE QUALIFER
Le Bord de Dieu won her debut in impressive fashion, and Johnny scored a massive win over the legendary (and current REVIVAL champion) Mandii Rider. They are both ultra-physical and a bit...well....strange. These two will do battle  Whoever survives moves on to Anarchy for the second match of the qualifier and a shot at the OCW World Title at Ashes to Ashes in October.
First Blood Match
2 RP 3k word with 500 word buffer.

Match 6



JENNY MYST (c) vs. DAMIEN CALAWAY
Jenny stole the title at REVIVAL after setting Damien up for a brutal attack from her hired gun and ex-boyfriend, Chris Chaos. Since then she has carried and defended the belt, but Damien was promised a shot when he got healthy. Well, he's healthy. Jenny has nowhere to run. Will she reap what she sowed or prove she truly is wrestling's Queen?
HELL IN A CELL
2 RP 3k word with 500 word buffer.


MAIN EVENT:
Match 7



DONNIE HARRIS vs. BRADDOCK
Inter-branded match for the OCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE
Both of these men have EARNED this right through their dedication to OCW and their performance in the ring. With SYNN out of the way, will Donnie finally reach the promise land or will undefeated newcomer Braddock bring the companies richest prize to Sunday Nights? This rivalry has been brewing for weeks, and it finally comes to a head at the brand's first Pay Per View.
Last Man Standing
3,000 word limit with a 500 word buffer.




RP DEADLINE, WEDNESDAY SEPTEMBER 20th, 3 AM EASTERN

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

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Stone Highmore: HELLO EVERYONE AND WELCOME TO PHILADELPHIA! THE CITY OF BROTHERLY LOVE AND THE LIBERTY BELL, WHERE THEY SIGNED THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE AND THE CONSTITUTION! WE USHER IN A NEW ERA OF OCW HERE TONIGHT ROLAND!

Roland Blaze: Yessir. We are going to have a NEW OCW World Heavyweight Champion! That’s guaranteed! We also have the Rebellion Title up for grabs in Hell in a Cell, as well as several title match qualifiers!

Stone Highmore: Anarchy’s first brand exclusive Pay Per View is LIVE! And Justice for Brawl!






The fans roar as Alexandra Calaway’s music hits.

Stone: And it looks like we are going to be joined by the Anarchy Champion!

Blaze: The undefeated Anarchy Champion, Stone. Get it right!





Alexandra walks down the ramp and around the ring to a thunderous ovation, the crowd in Philadelphia showing the utmost respect for the Anarchy Champion.

She walks to the announce table and grabs a headset, setting her Anarchy title on the table like a trophy in a case. She slips on a headset.

Calaway: Hello boys!

Stone: Ms. Calaway! Ladies and Gentleman, your Anarchy Champion has joined us for commentary here tonight.

Blaze: We already know she is a superstar in the ring, now she has the chance to show us what she can do on a headset as well!

Calaway: I’ll try not to embarrass you two that badly.

Stone: Well, we are starting the night off here with a tag team match! A deep rooted story, and it's personal. Check it out!

OCW TV plays a promo package as they highlight the last few weeks with the altercations between Hanari, Blake, Zella and Belladonna.




LEE MASTERS: This match is a tag team match, set for one fall. Introducing first, from Springfield, Pennsylvania, Zella O-Mega! 

"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.

Stone: Zella is a unique blend of power and speed. She won her debut match against Blake on Anarchy last week, but it didn’t come easy! And after the match, things weren’t looking up for her until Hanari made the save.

Blaze: He saved her from a terrible situation, for sure, but why? Hanari has been known to enjoy hurting people. Remember the Chaotic Inc. days? I sure hope he isn’t going soft.

Calaway: Chivalry isn’t dead Roland…….speaking of that aren’t you divorced?



LEE MASTERS: AND HER PARTNER, FROM SANTO DOMINGO, DOMINICAN REPUBLIC, HANARI CARNES! 

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

Stone: Looks like he got his flag back! Its’ Hispanic Heritage month, and he is taking full advantage here!

Blaze: They sell them on Amazon, Stone. He probably has several of them.

Calaway: Never knock someone for being passionate about something. He’s passionate about his nation like I am passionate about winning. We all have our thing.





Around the [0:03] mark, Paul Sinclair walks out onto the entrance stage to a mixture of cheers and boos. As he stands at the top of the ramp, at the [0:21] mark, Blake and wife Belladonna Anderson step through the curtain to join Paul. They stop at the top of the entrance ramp and look out over the crowd. With no attention to the crowd's cheers or boos, Blake twirls and dips Belladonna to give her a kiss. As they're walking, they are introduced.

LEE MASTERS: "Making his way to the ring accompanied by Belladonna Anderson and Paul Sinclair, from Cleveland, Ohio..."

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

[Sinclair] "Whoa, hold it. (The crowd boos). Ladies and jealous-men, this Cleveland, Ohio native but now living in beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada (by now they're at the ring) he is a brawler, he is a fighter, he is simply Bad Ass Blake Anderson"!

At the ring, with Belladonna's arm around his waist, Blake turns around looking at the crowd and then she let's go as if something snapped in Blake, he turns to the ring and quickly slides under the bottom rope.

Quickly to his feet, Blake steps up onto the third rope with another foot on the second rope and points toward the hard cam. He flips off the camera and some fans in the front row before stepping down onto the mat.

Stone: They sure like to show off! 

Blaze: They have every reason to. Name a group more dominant and influence than them right now! 

Calaway: I haven't had the pleasure of facing either of them yet. Belladonna has been smart and steered clear of me, and Blake has been busy bouncing between both shows. They have been causing quite a ruckus however, on MY show. I am sure we will cross paths eventually.

The bell rang, and Blake Anderson stepped into the ring for his team, while Zella O-Mega took the reins for her side. They locked eyes briefly before circling each other, tension thick in the air. Zella made the first move, lunging forward with a quick jab, but Blake swiftly dodged, displaying his agility. The crowd erupted in cheers at the display of skill.

Blake countered with a series of rapid strikes, sending Zella stumbling back into her corner. He seized the opportunity to tag in his partner, Belladonna Anderson, who entered the ring with a sinister grin. Belladonna and Blake, known for their devious tactics, wasted no time in working together to isolate Zella.

Stone: Veterans here. They know what they're doing and they know their best chance is to make the a 2-on-1

Blaze: The Dynasty is cooking recently, and a hot start here could spell trouble for Hanari and Zella.

Calaway: It's nice to see such a deep roster on Anarchy. A Queen always wants to rule over a large kingdom.

Belladonna began by targeting Zella's arm, wrenching it with a brutal armbar. The pain etched across Zella's face as she desperately tried to reach her partner. Belladonna continued her relentless assault, applying pressure to Zella's arm with precision.

Meanwhile, Hanari Carnes paced restlessly in his corner, waiting for his chance to enter the fray. The crowd rallied behind Zella, chanting her name, urging her to break free. After enduring the agony of Belladonna's submission hold, Zella finally managed to twist her body and kick Belladonna away. Gasping for breath, she crawled toward her partner.

Stone: She needs to make this tag.

Blaze: Dynasty is starting to take this match over, it is imperative she makes a tag here.

The tension in the arena reached a boiling point as Zella stretched out her hand, fingertips inches away from Hanari's outstretched hand. Belladonna scrambled to her feet and lunged, grabbing Zella's ankle, but it was too late. Zella made the tag, and Hanari burst into the ring like a hurricane of fury.

Hanari unleashed a barrage of strikes, sending Belladonna reeling. He showed off his incredible strength with a spine-tingling suplex, causing the crowd to erupt in cheers. The tide had turned, and Hanari was in control.

Hanari continued to dominate, showcasing his technical prowess with a punishing series of submission holds and suplexes. But Belladonna was no pushover. She used her cunning to outmaneuver Hanari, dodging his high-impact moves and targeting his legs, attempting to weaken his base.

The Andersons managed to regain control momentarily, using quick tags to keep Hanari off balance. Blake knocked him down with a stiff right and Belladonna executed a breathtaking springboard moonsault that left Hanari gasping for air. The fans marveled at the athleticism on display, but Hanari kicked out just in time, refusing to give up.

Stone: That was close.

Calaway: Close doesn't cut it! It's a three count or nothing in this business, Stone.

Blaze: Blink of an eye this one could be over. Both teams gotta keep their heads on a swivel here.

As the match reached its climax, Hanari managed to tag in Zella once again, and the crowd went wild. Zella brought her unique blend of agility and power into the mix, taking down both Blake and Belladonna with a dazzling display of acrobatics and strikes.

In a heart-stopping moment, Blake and Belladonna synchronized their efforts, attempting to double-team Zella with a devastating double suplex. But Hanari sprang into action, rushing to Zella's aid. With incredible teamwork, Hanari and Zella countered the double suplex attempt, sending Blake and Belladonna crashing to the mat with a double suplex of their own.

The ref gets both of the non-legal competitors to their corners as Sinclair chirps from the outside.

Stone: Blake just had a match a few nights ago on the other brand, as we mentioned, so he can't be close to 100 percent here.

Blaze: His 70 percent is better than most people's 100 percent.

Calaway: So far, both of these teams have been impressive.

Hanari and Blake locked eyes, a palpable tension coursing between them. They circled, each waiting for the perfect moment to strike. With a sudden burst of speed, Hanari lunged forward, attempting a clothesline, but Blake expertly ducked and countered with a thunderous spinebuster, shaking the ring to its core.

Zella, a master of timing, seized the opportunity. She sprang into action, delivering a precise dropkick that sent Blake reeling towards his corner. Belladonna, like a shadow, seamlessly tagged in, slipping through the ropes. Zella and Belladonna locked eyes, two skilled combatants sizing each other up.

Stone: These two women are electric. Two contrasting styles and they have stolen the show so far.

Blaze: I think this will come down to which of the two men makes the final move, but the nuts and bolts of this match will come from them for sure.

Calaway: The ladies are going to set the tone for this roster, Blaze. Get used to it.

The dance began, a whirlwind of strikes, dodges, and counters. Zella's agility was on full display, her movements fluid and graceful. Belladonna, however, was no slouch. Her strikes were precise, each one a calculated assault. The crowd was treated to a display of technical mastery, as the two women traded holds and escapes, neither one willing to give an inch.

With a sudden burst of energy, Zella executed a breathtaking tornado DDT, driving Belladonna's head into the canvas. The crowd erupted in applause, the impact resonating through the arena. Zella quickly capitalized, transitioning into a submission hold, applying pressure to Belladonna's neck and shoulders. The audience held its breath, watching in awe as Belladonna fought to free herself.

Stone: Belladonna needs to make a tag here!

Blake, his eyes burning with determination, pounded the turnbuckle, willing his partner to break free. With a final surge of strength, Belladonna managed to twist her body, breaking free from Zella's grasp. Gasps filled the air, the near fall a testament to Belladonna's resilience.

The match raged on, each team showcasing their unique synergy. Hanari and Blake clashed once more, a titanic collision of power and will. The ring shook as they traded blows, neither one yielding an inch. In a show of sheer force, Hanari hoisted Blake onto his shoulders, preparing for his signature move, the Punta Cana kick.

But Belladonna, ever vigilant, sensed the impending danger. With a burst of speed, she lunged forward, delivering a devastating enzuigiri that rocked Hanari. The impact disrupted his balance, sending Blake crashing to the mat, narrowly escaping the Punta Cana kick.

Seizing the opportunity, Belladonna tagged in, her eyes locked on Hanari. She unleashed a barrage of lightning-fast strikes, a flurry of blows that left Hanari reeling. With a sudden surge of adrenaline, Hanari fought back, summoning his reserves of strength. He retaliated with a thunderous spinebuster, the arena vibrating with the impact.

Stone: Power move from the technition! That could have shifted the entire landscape here!

Blaze: He has such ring awareness!

Blake steps back into the ring to assault Hanari while Bella recovers, holding her back. Zella, who sees this, climbs to the top rope and hits a missle drop kick as the crowd roars, sending Blake rolling under the ropes to the mat outside. Sinclair comes over to check on him, snarling at Zella as Hanari looks at Belladonna, whose now standing in the corner, wobbly.

The crowd held its breath as Hanari unleashed the Punta Cana kick, a move of unmatched precision and power.

The impact reverberated through Belladonna's frame, her body crumpling to the mat.

Stone: BOOM! Punta Cana Kick! The step-up enziguri connects, and he got all of it!

Blaze: Belladonna is a ragdoll here!

Calaway: He made her tap last week, now he has the chance to pin her here!

Hanari, his chest heaving with exertion, dropped to his knees, hooking Belladonna's leg for the pinfall. The referee's hand struck the canvas, "One! Two! Three!"

DING DING DING!

Zella enters the ring and Hanari, breathing heavy, holds her arm up as she smiles.

Lee Masters: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS, HANARI CARNES AND ZELLA OOOOOOOOO-MEGA!

Belladonna is being rolled out of the ring by Sinclair and Blake, holding her jaw and wincing. She shoots a dagger look at Hanari as they get her to her feet.



Stone: I have a feeling this rivalry is far from over! 

Blaze: Oh yeah The Dynasty won't take this lightly! 

Calaway: I'd watch a match with them again. Entertaining way to kick off the show. 

---

OCW cameras cut to the backstage area where Brooke is lacing up her shoes, preparing for the match. In a dark corner of the room there is a figure sitting, barely able to be made out by the human eye.

Brooke: I am still in shock about what they did to you. I can’t believe you didn’t listen to me and just toss that old title out so you could have kept this one! There is nobody on this roster that can beat you and now you have nothing to show for it.

The figure sat there, not responding.

Brooke: I threw that Paradigm Belt in the garbage. Leave the old OCW behind. WE are OCW now. Nobody even remembers them!

Brooke finishes tying her shoe and looks to the corner.

Brooke: Well, I know you are going to kill it out there tonight! But I wanted to tell you that I don’t need your help tonight. I can win this triple threat, I need to win it. I need it more than you know. So please, stay here, relax, get ready for your match tonight and let me go out there and make you proud.

Brooke gets up, keeping an eye on the figure in the corner. A few seconds pass before she turns and walks out the door. 

Camera's show who the figure is in the corner. 

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Winner becomes number one contender for Rebellion Title

Stone: This one is gonna be good! A triple threat and the winner faces either Jenny Myst or your brother for that Rebellion Strap! 

Calaway: You know how I feel about Brooke. I don't know much about the other two, but Brooke has a habit of choking when it matters most. I am actually curious to see if she can actually do something for once.




There I sat awaiting on my turn to walk out from the back when my theme song "Look In My Eyes" hit on the sound system hyping me up to make my way down towards the ring side area. I pulled the black curtain from out of my way and walked to the top of the stage and hit my signature dance to entertain the crowd before I made my way down the ramp. I rolled myself into the ring under the bottom rope and made myself at home inside the ring awaiting for my opponent.

LEE MASTERS: This contest is a triple threat match, set for one fall! The winner will become number one contender to the Rebellion Championship! Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York, Clyde Newton! 

Stone: A mainstay in WGWF, lets see what he brings to the table here in OCW! 

Blaze: We do things a little differently here.





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


Plays as BOSS is 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.


Lee Masters: Making her way to the ring from Detroit Michigan NAAAAAAAAADIE THHHHHHHEEEEEEEE BAAAAAAADIE!

Stone: Naddie looked impressive last week, despite her loss to Le Bord de Dieu. She showed what she's all about, and I have to say, I like it! 

Blaze: Wins and losses matter, though, Stone. She has to be able to show us she can win those matches to compete at this level! 

Calaway: Oh come on guys. I think she has a bright future here! You get em girl! 




Stone: Here is someone you're quite familiar with. 

Calaway: Don't remind me.


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



"Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot

At the body shop, doing something unholy

He lucky, lucky, yeah (ooh)

He lucky, lucky, yeah (ye-yeah)

He lucky, lucky, yeah

He lucky, lucky, yeah"



As the music kicks in, Brooke walks out to some boos with a few cheers mixed in. She slowly makes her way to the ring as a spotlight glares on her. She rolls in the ring and removes her jacket, staring a hole through Ally. The Anarchy Champ stands up and the two stare at each other. 

Brooke makes a belt symbol and smiles as the bell rings. 

Calaway: Ungrateful tramp. 

Stone: Ungrateful for what? 

Calaway: That I allow her to still compete on this roster after all she talked. She wants this belt, lets see if she can get her head out of her ass and qualify for the one under me first. Levels, stone, levels. 

Blaze: Winning hasn't been her strong suit lately. And Ally, I must say, I am LOVING you on commentary! You should join us full time! 

Calaway: We'll see. 

The match started with Naddie and Clyde forming a reluctant alliance against Brooke, as they knew she was the reigning champion and the biggest threat. They double-teamed Brooke, but she fought back valiantly, using her agility and striking prowess to hold her own. Naddie and Clyde's alliance quickly crumbled as they both attempted to pin Brooke simultaneously. Each time, Brooke narrowly kicked out, leaving the audience on the edge of their seats.



As the match progressed, Clyde and Naddie's rivalry flared up, and they started trading blows with increasing ferocity. Clyde, the powerhouse of the trio, hoisted Naddie high overhead for a thunderous suplex, causing the crowd to gasp in awe. Naddie, however, showed her resilience by countering with a jaw-dropping DDT that left Clyde stunned. Just when Naddie thought she had the upper hand, Brooke sprang into action, executing a perfectly timed missile dropkick that sent Naddie sprawling out of the ring.

Stone: Back and forth we go! A see-saw match so far!

Blaze: I expected it to be action packed!

Now it was a one-on-one showdown between Brooke and Clyde. The two exchanged high-impact moves, with Brooke showing incredible agility and technical prowess, while Clyde demonstrated her brute strength. They took each other to the limit, but neither could secure the victory. Just when it seemed like Clyde was about to finish Brooke off with her signature "Fetal Ending" Stunner, Naddie re-entered the ring, breaking up the pin with a basement drop kick on Clyde.

Stone: That close to a new contender!

Blaze: I didn't hear a bell ring!

Calaway: Good, you're learning. Close doesn't matter.

Naddie grabbed Clyde and whipped him into the corner. She ran towards him for a splash but he got a boot up, knocking her flat.

Brooke, though momentarily stunned, quickly regained her composure. With a burst of agility, she executed a dazzling sequence of acrobatic flips, evading Clyde's attempts to catch her. She connected with a precision dropkick that sent him stumbling back into the turnbuckle. Meanwhile, Naddie, fueled by the crowd's energy, lifted herself from the canvas and charged back into the fray.

Brooke tries to side step Naddie, and stepped awkwardly. Her knee buckled a bit. She grimaced and went to one knee. Naddie came off the ropes with a drop kick. She turns around into a lariat from Clyde.

Stone: That didn't look good for Brooke. She may have sustained an injury here.

Blaze: She has to power through it---think about it, SYNN would.

Calaway: She will. She's too stubborn not to, even if she is truly hurt.

The match ebbed and flowed, with each wrestler showcasing their unique arsenal of moves. Naddie displayed her raw power, hoisting both opponents for a double suplex that left the audience in awe. Clyde, never one to be outdone in mind games, strategically targeted Brooke's knee, hoping to weaken her arsenal of high-flying attacks.

As the minutes ticked by, exhaustion began to set in. Brooke's face contorted in pain as she fought through the nagging injury to deliver a breathtaking sequence of lightning-fast strikes. Clyde, sensing an opportunity, executed a devastating DDT, leaving both opponents dazed on the canvas.

Just when it seemed like Clyde was moments away from victory, Naddie, clawed her way back into the fight. She pulled off a jaw-dropping "Broke Baddie" — a top-rope hurricanrana to Clyde. All three competitors were now down, and the crowd could hardly contain their excitement.

Stone: This match is here for the taking for any of them. What a match its been, too!

Blaze: We expected action and we got it! Only on Anarchy! Eat your heart out RISE!

All three used the ropes to get to their feet.

Brooke, with a determined glint in her eye, hits a superkick to Clyde.


SHUT UP!


And another to Naddie.


SHUT UP!

Stone: Stereo superkicks! Naddie and Clyde are down!

Brooke began to ascend the ropes, the crowd chanting her name. She balanced herself precariously on the top turnbuckle, preparing for her finisher. Then, in a breathtaking twist, Brooke executed her "Frenzied Spirit" finisher—a 630-degree splash!

Stone: There it is! Frenzied Spirit!

Brooke hooks the leg!



ONE









TWO







THREE!



Stone: She did it! Brooke Blakely did it!



Lee Masters: Here is your winner, and NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE REBELLION TITLE, BROOOOOOKE BLAKEEEELLYYYY





The ref holds her arm up as Brooke winces, favoring that knee. She rips her hand down and looks at Calaway, blowing a kiss.

Blaze: A message from Brooke here! She's not to be taken lightly, champ!

Calaway: She'll go back to being SYNN's sock puppet soon enough. Let her enjoy this one, because its the closest she's getting to a title!

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We go backstage where BRADDOCK is working over a heavy bag. Right hook, left hook followed by a quick left jab, all before delivering an impressive overhand right which sets the bag swinging. He turns to the camera while ripping of the gloves he was wearing. His chest heaves, his eyes are bulging, and sweat dots his brow.

BRADDOCK: “Donnie, I am more than ready for you. Tonight, you and I are goin toe-to-toe in a Last Man Standing match for the OCW World Heavyweight Championship! It’s just down to minutes, now, before we clash. They have medics on standby in preparation of the War we are going to engage in.

Do you have it in you, Donnie, to put it all on the line to get a win? Would you die to claim that belt? I am ready to check out, Donnie. Not a day goes by where I’m not pissed when I wake up in the morning. But you, you gotta wake up each and every morning knowing you couldn’t cut it in M.M.A. And tomorrow morning, when you wake up hurting from hundreds of spots on your body, all at once, knowing the Strap was within your grasp…

But you couldn’t get it done. What then, Donnie? Will you pop a couple Tylenol and proceed like it’s any other Friday? Or will you wallow in sadness knowing you didn’t get it done? I’m betting on the latter…”

He drops to the floor and begins busting out push-ups and we cut back to the ring.

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'And Justice for Brawl' returns with 'Dangerous' Dunkken DuVall sitting at the bar and Casus entering. Dunkken stands up and motions for Casus to throw the first punch and he does, making Dunkken stumble back. Dunkken holds his jaw then is attacked out of nowhere by Ruddy Casus's manager.

Dunkken throws Ruddy off and Casus kicks him in the mid-section. Casus bashes Dunkken's head on the bar but it doesn't phase a laughing Dunkken. He elbows Casus then bashes his head on the counter before dragging it into a few shot glasses. At the end of the bar Casus gets sent down by a DDT. Dunkken pops up puckering his lips then pointing to his junk while he's looking at Ruddy.

Ruddy puts up the middle finger and Casus comes up from behind with a liquor bottle full of whiskey. Glass shatters and Dunkken drops to the ground holding his head. He's not down for long when Casus pulls him up with a chokeslam and sends him through a table. Ruddy starts booting him in the face when Casus tells her to stop and she does. Casus picks up Dunkken to fling him into a window but Dunkken grabs him first and sends him flying through the bar window onto the sidewalk outside.

Dunkken steps out of the window, pulls Casus up and tosses him back into the bar. He picks him up into a Pumphandle Gutbuster then sits on the ground next to Casus taunting him. Ruddy tries to come out of nowhere with a dropkick to the back of the head but Dunkken makes her just barely miss his head and takes it to the shoulder. Dunkken pulls Ruddy up as he gets back up by her throat but gets a kick to the mid-section and she drops down to the ground. Casus snaps up and pulls Dunkken into a stunner both laying on the glass covered ground.

Casus fights to get back up to his feet first but Dunkken is evenly matched with him. They start trading blows back and forth until Dunkken grabs a chair and slings it into Casus and they both fall back down to the ground. Dunkken is the first one up to his feet and he grabs Casus dragging him behind the bar. Ruddy starts yelling and charging but Dunkken drops Casus then slams Ruddy's face into the bar then knocks her out with a Styles suplex special. Dunkken picks Casus backup and slams his face into the shelves that have bottles. The top shelf comes crashing down on Casus's head splitting his head open.

Dunkken grabs a bottle of boos and starts pouring it on the open wound while Casus starts grabbing randomly at the air around Dunkken. He gets a lucky grab in and pulls Dunkken down to the ground and starts to pummel him still not seeing through the alcohol in his eyes. Both guys smell terrible and look even worse when Casus gets a good knuckle punch to Dunkken's nose. Blood gushes but Casus keeps going hit after hit. He stops and holds onto Dunkken's ripped shirt about to hit an unconscious Dunkken when a hand stops him on his shoulder. Casus turns around to Ruddy pointing up at the T.V. in the bar. Tonks is on the screen Gemini's valet.

Tonks: Casus, I'm glad you received our messages.

Tonks speaks sarcastically with a hand on her delicate hip. Her smirk means she knows something others don't but she's ready to tell a secret.

Tonks: You should have listened to Ruddy and not come back but you just can't give up a chance for some pay back. When you see a way for revenge you itch to take it which is exactly what we wanted you to do.

Tanks draws out the word 'exactly'. She pauses again and looks around at the crowd in front of her with a smile still even with the loud boos.

Tonks: Actually, we were betting on you winning tonight. Dunkken is very 'Dangerous' but we had a feeling you could take him. Now you can move on and possibly even get back some of that glory if you can make it to the end of the Anarchy Qualifiers and face the new World Champion at Ashes to Ashes. Maybe you'll even be able to carry gold again.

Tonks places a finger on her chin with a devious smirk and a look in her eyes that says there's something more she isn't saying.

Tonks: Or maybe you won't. Ashes to Ashes; as though a phoenix is going to engulf itself in flames and rise once again fresh and new. Isn't that what you think of when you hear the word 'Ashes' because it's what I think of. It's obvious who's going to return to the wrestling world to shake things up so there's no need in keeping it a secret any longer. At Ashes to Ashes the iconic Anti-Hero himself returns to the ring, GEMINI!

Tonk's voice yells in a growled tone. A mixed reaction is received as Tanks nods her head with a bright toothed smile seemingly proud at her announcement. Camera's cut back to the bar where Casus is seen with hands on hips and a scowl on his face, blood still rolling down his face. Ruddy is holding her head while looking off at the T.V. with a passionately angry frown.

Tonks: You should feel very special Casus because all those previews were for you. His build up to return was all for you in hopes to catch your attention because it’s time Casus. It’s time to finish things once and for all and why not in a place where the freaks, the weirdos, the Outcasts come to play? It’ll be a battle for the ages and the ground in which the misfits play will be the battleground.

Each one of Tonk's 'you' is meant to sound more seductive. She proudly smiles taking in each cheer from the crowd a long awaited return.

Tonks: It’ll be painful, bloody, and above all entertaining but it will all be worth it. Who knows what truth will make itself known and who’s side everyone will choose? I suggest you still watch your back Casus’s because you never know who might join in on the fun.









The feed cuts back to Casus and Ruddy angrily staring down the screen before cutting to a break.

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The camera's cut to SYNN, looking emotionless, before the cameras go back to the Wells Fargo Center mainstage.

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Camera's immediately cut backstage where Mandii Rider is being assulted by a black cloaked figure. They throw Rider into the wall of the backstage hallway and she slides down now resting on the floor looking up at the towering figure. The figure goes for a cheap shot to the top of the head and Rider blocks and rolls under the figures feet knocking them over. Rider grabs a steel chair from near by and SLAM! Hits the figure over the head twice. The figure grabs at their head and Rider picks them up slamming them into an equipment trunk near by then aims to slam them face first into the wall. Their face connects and they slide down and Rider goes to pull off the Scream mask on the figures face but is met with a head butt and a loud cackle.


Stone: What the hell is going on here?! First the bar fight and now this?! Someone get back there! Mandii Rider is in a lot of trouble!

Blaze: Where is her tag partner, that's the better question. MYST should be rushing to her aid.

Stone. She's got a huge match tonight, she's probably focused on that. 

Blaze: So she's not a good friend or partner then, is what you're saying?

Rider stumbles back and the figure is quick to get back up to their feet. They ram Rider into the trunk with a spear before grabbing her by the hair and dragging her down the hall. She kicks and claws at the figures hand but can't break free.

Stone: Where the hell is he taking her? 

Blaze: The hell if I know!

The figure disappears with Rider at the end of the hallway before cameras catch glimpse of Britlyn and security running down the hall. Cameras cut to the commentary team.

Stone: Oh, NOW they want to get involved?! 

Blaze: Something is fishy here. It's not adding up. It certainly doesn't pass the sniff test.

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BIG 4 PAY PER VIEW: November 19th, LIVE from Las Vegas

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OCW camera's cut to SYNN and Brooke in the back. Brooke is elated about her win earlier in the night, and she is insisting on being out there to help her friend and mentor.



SYNN takes a few sharp breaths through grit teeth. 

"Sorry kiddo.....but I have to do this........alone. Just stay here, and no matter how bad it gets, no matter how terrible it may seem.....DO NOT get involved." 

"But"

"DO NOT."

"SYNN, come on---" 

"PROMISE ME....." 

"I......I promise." 

Synn looks at her for a few seconds before turning and walking out, leaving Brooke looking nervous.

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"Thousand Eyes" - by Of Monsters And Men

Ring Entrance: 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 "Thousand Eyes" - by Of Monsters And Men blares out of the PA sound system and can be heard at this moment, all spotlights in the building shine down onto the entrance while the crowd begins to stir with distaste as the Outcast-tron comes to life as the words "HATRED", "FEAR", "ANGER" and "AGONY" flash across the screens of the Outcast-tron.



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



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

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

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

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

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



"Yen" by Splipknot hits. The arena goes dark and a mist begins to engulf the landscape.



"You're the sin that I've been waitin' for



The hands around my throat



It's all I can think about



The smell of sweat and blood"



Stone: THERE SHE IS........THE DEMON HAS ARRIVED IN PHILADELPHIA!

Blaze: Look what she's carrying, Stone. The ORIGINAL OCW WORLD TITLE, the title she never lost.

Stone: She's making a statement here. A rebellion against the establishment!

SYNN walks out onto the ramp, a deadpan expression as she stares at the ring, tilting her head side to side. She slowly walks to the ring like impending death, before sliding into the ring under the ropes and slithering to the middle.




The arena buzzed with anticipation as the ominous tone of the bell signaled the beginning of the Monsters Ball match. In this brutal contest, there were no rules, no formalities—just carnage and chaos. Konstatine, the brutish powerhouse, and SYNN, the former World Champion, stood across the ring from each other, the air thick with tension and violence.

Without wasting a second, Konstatine charged at SYNN like a runaway freight train. His hulking frame crashed into her smaller one, sending her tumbling to the canvas. The audience winced as they watched the female warrior being thrown around the ring with terrifying force. Konstatine's brutality was on full display as he battered SYNN mercilessly.

SYNN's resilience was astonishing. Every time Konstatine attempted a pinfall, she summoned the strength to kick out, defying the odds. Her body was a canvas of pain, but her spirit remained unbroken. The crowd roared with every kickout, cheering for the underdog who refused to surrender.

Stone: SYNN refusing to quit here, but did we expect anything different?

Konstatine, frustrated by SYNN's tenacity, reached under the ring and pulled out a steel chair. The crowd erupted in anticipation as he raised it high above his head, ready to bring it crashing down on SYNN. But as the chair descended, SYNN rolled out of the way with lightning speed. The steel chair slammed into the mat with a deafening clang.

Seizing the opportunity, SYNN scrambled to her feet and launched herself at Konstatine. She drove her knee into his midsection, temporarily staggering the powerhouse. With a burst of adrenaline, SYNN grabbed the steel chair and struck Konstatine across the back, leaving a wicked imprint on his flesh.

The crowd's cheers grew even louder as SYNN unleashed a flurry of chair shots, each one echoing through the arena. Konstatine roared in pain, his towering stature seemingly crumbling. SYNN had turned the tide, and for the first time in the match, it was she who was in control.

Blaze: She has turned the tables here. She may very well have Kon's number. 

Calaway: She's unpredictable. Just when you think she's down, she pulls out the stops.

But Konstatine's resilience matched SYNN's, and he fought through the pain. He snatched the chair from her hands and swung it wildly, catching SYNN in the ribs. She crumpled to the mat, gasping for air, as Konstatine discarded the mangled chair.

With SYNN down, Konstatine reached under the ring once more, this time pulling out a table. He unfolded it with a malicious grin, knowing that he could use it to inflict even more damage on his opponent. He positioned the table near one corner of the ring, his intentions clear.

SYNN, however, refused to give in. She climbed to her feet, battered and bruised but unbowed. With a determined glint in her eye, she charged at Konstatine. But the powerhouse caught her and hoisted her onto his shoulder, looking to drive her through the table.

Stone: Good lord.

In a desperate bid to escape, SYNN raked her nails across Konstatine's face. He howled in pain, momentarily blinded, and she slipped off his shoulder. SYNN swiftly turned the tables, literally, as she pushed Konstatine towards the table. 

BRAM STOKER!!!!!

Shattering it to pieces with a spine-crushing impact.

The crowd erupted in shock and awe as both competitors lay amidst the wreckage of the broken table. SYNN crawled toward Konstatine, her body aching from the punishment she had endured. With a Herculean effort, she draped an arm over Konstatine's chest, going for the pinfall.

Stone: She did it! She's gonna do it! Pin him!

Blaze: BRAM STOKER OUT OF NOWHERE!

Calaway: I hate that move.....



ONE







TWO











KONSTANTINE KICKS OUT.

Stone: DAMNIT!

Synn grins, not wanting it to be over quite yet. She goes to lift Kon out of the table. He lunged at SYNN with frightening speed, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her into the turnbuckle. The impact sent shockwaves through the ring, and SYNN gasped for breath as Konstatine's colossal hands squeezed her windpipe.

With a brutal roar, Konstatine released his grip and grabbed a steel chair from the corner. Without hesitation, he swung it with all his might, connecting with SYNN's back. The chair bent under the force of the blow, and SYNN crumpled to the mat, writhing in agony.

The crowd winced as Konstatine continued his relentless assault. He swung the chair again and again, each strike a devastating reminder of his power. SYNN's body bore the brunt of the punishment, her flesh marked by crimson welts and bruises.

Stone: This is getting out of hand now.

The audience watched in horror as Konstatine reached under the ring and pulled out a barbed wire baseball bat. The weapon gleamed ominously under the arena lights as he advanced on SYNN. With a sadistic grin, he pressed the barbed wire against her face, drawing crimson lines across her painted skin.

SYNN screamed in pain as the barbed wire bit into her flesh. Her face was a mask of anguish, but she refused to give up. With sheer determination, she managed to kick Konstatine away and crawl to the ropes, using them to pull herself up.

Blaze: This is BRUTAL

Stone: Synn may never be the same again after this.

Blood trickled down SYNN's face as she staggered to her feet, and the crowd couldn't help but admire her resilience. But Konstatine was far from finished. He snatched the barbed wire baseball bat and swung it like a baseball player going for a home run, striking SYNN across the midsection. She doubled over in agony, gasping for air.

The brutality of the match showed no signs of relenting as Konstatine reached for another weapon, one that sent shivers down the spines of everyone in attendance—a blowtorch. The crowd's gasps turned to horrified silence as Konstatine ignited the blowtorch and approached the fallen SYNN.

Stone: No! NO NO NO! He's going to give her third degree burns with that thing! STOP THIS! HE IS TRYING TO END HER CAREER!

Blaze: I think he's trying to end more than that. 

Calaway: I feel sick.

With cruel precision, Konstatine brought the roaring flame dangerously close to SYNN's face. Her eyes widened with terror as the searing heat scorched the air around her. The crowd watched in morbid fascination as Konstatine played a dangerous game of chicken with the former World Champion.

But SYNN was not about to be consumed by fear. Summoning every ounce of her willpower, she managed to wait until he was close enough---------MIST. SYNN SPIT A BLACK MIST INTO HIS EYES.......He cries out, grabbing his face. The sudden blinding burst of white powder caused Konstatine to stumble back, dropping the blowtorch in the process.

SYNN seized the opportunity and scrambled to her feet, her now only half painted face marked by burns but still determined. She grabbed the discarded blowtorch and pointed it at Konstatine, who was struggling to clear his vision. The crowd erupted as SYNN unleashed a stream of fire, forcing Konstatine to retreat in agony.

Stone: My god......when does it end. 

Blaze: When one can no longer continue.

The balance of power had shifted, and the crowd rallied behind SYNN, cheering for the woman who had endured unspeakable punishment and fought back with everything she had. But the match was far from over.

Konstatine, seething with anger and pain, reached under the ring and produced a bag of thumbtacks. He spread them across the canvas with sadistic glee, creating a deadly minefield in the center of the ring. The audience gasped as they realized the horrors that awaited SYNN.

With grim determination, Konstatine lifted SYNN into the air and attempted to slam her onto the thumbtacks. But SYNN fought back with all her might, twisting her body and countering with a DDT that sent Konstatine's skull crashing onto the unforgiving tacks.

Both competitors lay on the mat, bloodied and battered, as the crowd's cheers reached a fever pitch. SYNN mustered the strength to crawl over to Konstatine and drape an arm across his chest.

Stone: YES! PIN HIM! PIN HIM SYNN!


One...



Two...



Thr—Konstatine kicked out, his will to win matching SYNN's tenacity. The match had reached a level of brutality that few could have imagined, and both warriors were willing to push themselves to the absolute limit.

But Konstatine was not satisfied with mere pain; he sought to break SYNN's spirit. With a cruel grin, he reached under the ring and produced a pair of handcuffs. He clamped one cuff around SYNN's wrist and the other around the bottom rope, rendering her helpless.

The crowd watched in shock as Konstatine pulled out a taser, its electric crackle filling the air. He pressed the device against SYNN's side, sending volts of searing pain coursing through her body. SYNN convulsed in agony, her screams echoing through the arena.

Stone: This is hard to watch. 

Blaze: Silence in the arena. The fans cant believe it. I can't believe it. 

Calaway: I'll watch for you.....pansies.

The referee, torn between his duty and the brutality of the match, contemplated stopping the contest. But SYNN, her body twitching from the relentless shocks, shook her head vehemently, refusing to give up.

Stone: She's handcuffed, damnit! She's helpless against this monster! 

Minutes felt like hours as Konstatine continued to torture SYNN with the taser. Her body was a quivering wreck, but her spirit remained unbroken. The crowd watched in horrified fascination, unsure of how much more SYNN could endure.

Finally, with a last surge of energy, SYNN managed to break free from the handcuffs, ripping the bottom rope from its moorings. She collapsed to the mat, gasping for air, her body covered in burns, welts, and taser marks. 

Konstantine is under the ring again, and this time pulls out a bag of fluorescent light tubes. He smiles as he throws it into the ring and holds the other. SYNN, with a shaky hand, reaches out and grabs one as he rolls into the ring. 

Konstatine, with his immense size and strength, had been dominating the match from the beginning. He had thrown SYNN around the ring like a ragdoll, punishing her physically and pushing her to the brink of surrender. 

SYNN and Konstatine stood facing each other, each wielding a fluorescent bulb like a makeshift weapon. With a shared grim determination, they swung the bulbs at the same time, colliding in a shower of shattered glass and sparks. The audience winced as the shards cut through the air with deadly precision.

The impact left both competitors reeling, their bodies covered in superficial cuts from the broken glass.

Stone: Dear god.....

With adrenaline coursing through their veins, they continued to exchange blows using the fluorescent bulbs as weapons. Each strike was a testament to their unyielding resolve, as they fought through the pain and exhaustion, the arena filled with the sounds of glass shattering and the crowd's frenzied cheers.


The relentless back-and-forth continued until Konstatine managed to land a brutal shot to SYNN's midsection, causing her to drop her fluorescent bulb. He took advantage of her momentary vulnerability, grabbing her by the throat and lifting her high into the air.

The crowd gasped as Konstatine prepared to deliver a bone-crushing chokeslam onto the remaining fluorescent bulb. But SYNN, ever the survivor, wriggled free from his grasp, landing on her feet behind him. Before Konstatine could react, she unleashed a swift kick to the back of his knee, causing him to drop to one knee.

With lightning speed, SYNN grabbed Konstatine by the back of his head and drove his face into the sharp remnants of the shattered fluorescent bulb. The crowd erupted in a mix of shock and awe as Konstatine's face was lacerated by the glass, blood pouring from the wounds.

SYNN didn't waste a moment. She seized the opportunity to apply a painful submission hold, wrapping her arms around Konstatine's massive neck and squeezing with all her might. He stands up, her on his back, but his legs wobbly. He is going to back body drop her onto the broken glass. She pulls brass knuckles out of her tights and slips them on. 

WHAM!

She nails him in the side of the head. He falls. 

Synn, on shaky legs, falls on top of him backwards, passing out from the blood loss. The ref looks at them, shrugs, and counts. 



ONE 



TWO





THREE!



He rings the bell and walks over to Lee, whose at ring side. The ref has a few words.....and Lee brings the mic to his mouth. 

LEE MASTERS: BOTH COMPETITORS SHOULDERS WERE ON AT THE MAT AT THE TIME OF THE THREE COUNT, THEREFORE THE OFFICIAL HAS CALLED THIS MATCH A DRAW!



Stone: WHAT?! After ALL THAT?!

Blaze: Neither one is moving, Stone.

As the medical team rushed to tend to the wounded competitors, the audience was left in awe of the spectacle they had witnessed. The Monsters Ball match had lived up to its reputation as one of the most brutal and unforgiving contests in professional wrestling. Brooke runs to the ring and tries to see her friend and mentor, but the medical staff is applying oxygen to her. Brooke has tears in her eyes as AJFB cuts away.

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Cameras cut outside in the parking lot. There's a lot of yelling and scream while the camera bobs up and down from the running the cameras man is doing. When the view pans up atop a semi truck there's the black figure and Rider with a bag over her head. The figure pulls the bag off and Rider swings at the figure. It barely dodges the hit and sends Rider off the back of the Semi into a near by dumpster

The figure looks down then directly at the camera before Jenny Myst and Chris Chaos run past. The figure waves then disappears from the back of the semi.

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The referee signaled for the match to begin, and the bell rang out, signaling the start of what would be a one-sided affair for Johnny. Right from the opening bell, Johnny wasted no time in taking control. He lunged at Le Bord de Dieu with a vicious clothesline, sending her sprawling to the mat. The crowd erupted in cheers as Johnny began to assert his dominance.

Johnny's strategy was clear: he intended to wear down his opponent with a relentless assault. He unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, each one landing with precision. Le Bord de Dieu tried to fight back, but Johnny's relentless aggression left her struggling to mount any offense.

As the match wore on, Johnny continued to punish his opponent. He hoisted Le Bord de Dieu into the air and delivered a devastating backbreaker, eliciting gasps from the crowd. With a sadistic grin, he followed it up with a spine-shattering powerbomb that left Le Bord de Dieu writhing in agony.

The crowd was firmly behind Johnny, showering him with cheers and applause as he continued his assault. It was clear that he was on a mission to prove his dominance in the wrestling world, and he was leaving no stone unturned in his quest to do so.

Despite the one-sided nature of the match, Le Bord de Dieu showed incredible resilience. She refused to stay down, fighting through the pain and trying to mount a comeback. But Johnny was relentless, blocking her every attempt and countering with devastating moves of his own.

With each passing minute, it became increasingly evident that Johnny was in complete control. He toyed with Le Bord de Dieu, taunting her and drawing the ire of the crowd. But he was a master of mind games, and he knew exactly how to get under his opponent's skin.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of punishment, Johnny signaled for the end. He hoisted Le Bord de Dieu onto his shoulders, her body limp and battered. The crowd held its breath in anticipation as Johnny executed his signature move, the "Brain Basher" – a Gory Bomb of unparalleled brutality.

Le Bord de Dieu's body arched in agony as Johnny drove her into the canvas with bone-jarring force. The impact resonated throughout the arena, and the crowd erupted in a deafening roar. Johnny quickly covered his fallen opponent, and the referee dropped to the mat for the count.

One... Two... Three!

The bell rang, signaling the end of the match. Johnny had emerged victorious, his dominance over Le Bord de Dieu undeniable. He rose to his feet, his hand raised in triumph. 

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OCTOBER 5th from the DCU Center in WORCESTER, MA.

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Jenny Myst is in Britlyn Balor's office Jenny complaining about the tag team partner needing to be MIA for awhile. 

Jenny: I am sick of this! You're incompetence has been humorous to this point but now its getting out of control. MANDII did NOTHING wrong, and now she's on the shelf. We are the TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS. We have to defend at Ashes to Ashes, what are we---what am I--going to do now? 

Britlyn: I am deeply disturbed by what has transpired here tonight, and trust me when I say, I am looking into it. You need not look into the future, as you have your hands full tonight with Mr. Calaway.

BUT, since you are SO concerned..... if you want to keep your half of the tag team championships you'll need a partner. and since Chris hasn't wanted to be an active roster member-


Johnny walks into view with his hands behind his back and a big smile on his face.


Britlyn: You either forfeit the championships or he takes Mandii's place.


Johnny waves with his figures at Jenny then taps the tag team championship on her shoulder. She pulls away looking disgusted and concerned at the clown in front of her.


Johnny: It's me or nothing sweet cheeks, common give me a shot.


Johnny opens his arms in a tada manner and does some jazz hands.

Jenny: Ugh.









"Say The Phrase" sounds from the system, the arena lights go dark, pitch black. When a blue light lands on the ramp, Damien Calaway is standing in the middle of the top of the ramp. He poses there for a few moments, before he starts to slow walk down the ramp towards the ring, taking his time.



LEE MASTERS: "This match is a HELL IN A CELL.......it is for the OCW Rebellion Championship! Introducing first, the challenger from Dallas, Texas. The Angel of Death, DAMIEN CALAWAY!!!"



He makes his way down the ramp and slipping under the bottom rope. He poses in the center of the ring, before smirking and then moving to his corner and waiting for his opponent. Slipping down onto the mat and watching up the ramp from where he sat. 





Stone: Jenny isn't having a good night. Or a good week, for that matter. 

Blaze: It's all crashing down around her, and she knows it. She's the most vulnerable she's ever been.

Calaway: Oh boo hoo. 

The atmosphere inside the Hell in a Cell structure was suffocating, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, eager to witness the battle between two of the fiercest competitors in the Rebellion Wrestling Federation. Jenny Myst, the reigning Rebellion Champion, stood in one corner, her steely gaze fixed on the steel mesh that surrounded them. On the opposite side of the ring, Damien Calaway, hungry for victory, exuded a palpable intensity.

Stone: You ready for this one?


Blaze: As ready as I can be after the brutality we've already witnessed here tonight.

Calaway: I'll tell you who is ready.....Damien. He has been waiting for this moment since he woke up in the hospital and I assure you, he's going to tear that little wench apart.

As the bell tolled, signaling the start of this brutal encounter, both competitors surged forward, meeting in the center of the ring with a thunderous collision. They locked up in a fierce struggle for control, each trying to assert their dominance. Damien's strength and Jenny's technical prowess clashed in a tumultuous exchange, neither willing to yield an inch.

Jenny managed to slip out of Damien's grasp, expertly transitioning into a lightning-fast arm drag that sent him sprawling across the canvas. She seized the opportunity, mounting him and raining down a series of rapid-fire punches.

Stone: She knows she can't win with power....she is going to have to rely on speed here.

Damien, however, was no stranger to adversity. With a surge of determination, he fought his way back to his feet, countering with a devastating knee strike that caught Jenny off guard. The impact reverberated through her body, leaving her momentarily stunned. Seizing the opportunity, Damien unleashed a barrage of strikes, targeting Jenny's midsection and leaving her gasping for air.

The ebb and flow of the match continued. Jenny relied on her technical acumen, executing precise holds and maneuvers, while Damien's raw power and striking ability proved to be formidable weapons. The canvas became a canvas of struggle, a testament to their unyielding will.

As the match progressed, the steel structure itself seemed to come alive, bearing witness to the brutal contest within its confines. Both competitors took full advantage of their unforgiving surroundings, using the cell walls to their advantage. Jenny slammed Damien's head into the steel, leaving a crimson smear as a testament to the brutality of their encounter.

The crowd was on the edge of their seats. It was a back-and-forth battle, neither competitor willing to back down. The stakes were high, and the Rebellion Championship hung in the balance.



Stone: Back and forth so far. Neither one has a clear advantage here so far.

Blaze: I am surprised they haven't used the cage more. Both seem to be trying to "out-wrestle" the other. Its a Hell in a Cell for god sakes, use it!

Calaway: Damien doesn't NEED to use it. He's better than her inside and outside that ring, and he will prove it in due time.

Damien seized the upper hand by Irish whipping Jenny into the cage, causing her to crumple to the mat in pain. Her forehead collided with the steel, opening a nasty gash that immediately began to bleed.

The sight of Jenny's blood seemed to ignite something in Damien. He unleashed a sadistic grin, reveling in the violence of the Hell in a Cell match. He continued to punish Jenny, throwing her into the cage again and again. Her body bounced off the steel like a ragdoll, leaving her a bloody mess.

Despite the relentless assault, Jenny refused to stay down.

Blaze: Sometimes, it's just better to stay down!

Stone: Like her or hate her, she's a champion for a reason.

Calaway: She stole the belt, Stone. Let's be honest here.

Stone: She is a champion in multiple companies. She knows what she is doing.

Blaze: This isn't a game of cat and mouse. It's a game of a five foot nothing 100 pound woman in there against one of the biggest men on our roster. And she has nowhere to run!

With a burst of adrenaline, she managed to reverse one of Damien's attacks, sending him crashing into the steel cage. It was a pivotal moment that swung the momentum back in her favor.

Jenny's offense became relentless as she unleashed a barrage of strikes and high-impact moves on Damien. She hit him with a thunderous DDT that left him dazed, and then followed it up with a picture-perfect moonsault from the top rope.

Just as it seemed Jenny had gained the upper hand, executing a jaw-dropping swinging neck breaker that left Damien sprawled on the mat, the unexpected occurred. The raucous cheers turned to shocked gasps as the arena was plunged into chaos.

From the shadows emerged Chris Chaos, Chris Chaos, Jenny's henchman and ex-boyfriend, couldn't resist getting involved. He began to fiddle with the lock on the door, a pair of bolt cutters in his hand, a sinister grin etched across his face. The referee, recognizing the impending mayhem, pleaded with Chaos to think twice, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.

Jenny smiled too, knowing it was soon going to be 2-on-1 and they could ravage Damien again.

Stone: It's Chris Chaos! Chaos is in Philadelphia!

Blaze: I could have sworn I saw him earlier. That hooded figure who took out Mandii.....do you think......no.....why?

Calaway: Hold on.

Chaos gets the lock off. He opens the door just as Damien gets to his feet. Chaos is perched in the corner, ready to strike.

The crowd roars as Alexandra leaves the commentary table and walks to the door!

Stone: Where does she think she's going?!

Blaze: When you gotta go you gotta go.

She enters the cage, and Jenny tries to cut her off. The crowd cheers as Ally drops her with a hard right hand. Chaos snarls and turns his attention to Ally.

Stone: He's gonna spear Ally here! Look out champ!

In a shocking display of athleticism and timing, Alexandra intercepted Chaos mid-spear! She nails a DDT, and he rolls out of the ring. The impact sent shockwaves through the arena as both competitors crashed to the mat. The crowd erupted into a frenzy, witnessing the sibling rivalry play out in the most spectacular fashion.

Stone: She was ready. She had that scouted to a T!

Blaze: She has seen him spear her brother how many times now?!

Ally rolls Chaos out of the ring and nods to her brother, who now has the devil in his eyes.

As Ally gets Chaos out of the ring, and security rushes down to separate him from her, she brushes off her shoulders and returns to the announce table.

Calaway: Sorry fellas, I just had to take out the trash real quick.


With Chaos incapacitated, Damien and Jenny were left to continue their battle inside the Hell in a Cell. Damien, his determination fueled by the presence of his sister, began to take full advantage of the chaos. He unleashed a relentless assault on the bloodied and battered Jenny, throwing her with reckless abandon into the steel cage.


Each impact reverberated through the arena, leaving the fans in shock at the brutality of the contest. The steel mesh was stained with Jenny's blood, a grim reminder of the price she was paying to retain her championship.

Despite the overwhelming punishment, Jenny showed incredible heart and resilience. She kicked out of pin attempt after pin attempt, refusing to surrender her championship without a fight.

Stone: Jenny just WILL NOT stay down!

Damien was in control. He targeted Jenny's weakened body with precision, focusing on her injured head and midsection. The fans watched in awe as he executed high-impact moves, including a spine-rattling powerbomb that left Jenny gasping for breath.

In a final, desperate bid to turn the tide, Jenny summoned every ounce of strength left in her battered body. With an incredible display of heart, she executed a Code Red , flipping Damien onto his back and pinning his shoulders to the mat.

The referee dropped to the canvas, his hand slapping the mat for the count.

One... Two...

But before the third count could fall, Damien managed to kick out, breaking the pin attempt. The crowd erupted in disbelief, the match continuing with an air of uncertainty.

Both competitors were now running on fumes, their bodies pushed to the absolute limit. The cell was a canvas of pain and suffering, a testament to their unyielding wills. But in the end, there could only be one victor.

As the match neared its climax, Damien found himself with a golden opportunity. Jenny, weakened and disoriented, stumbled into his path. With a burst of energy, he executed his signature move, the "Laid to Rest," a spinning heel kick that connected with devastating precision.

The impact was thunderous, the force behind the kick sending Jenny sprawling to the mat. The crowd watched in stunned silence as Damien made the cover, hooking her leg.

Stone: LAID TO REST! THE KICK NEARLY TOOK HER HEAD OFF!

Blaze: That HAS TO BE IT

Calaway: It is.

One... Two... Three!



Stone: He did it! The journey is over! The pain and anguish he has felt for three months is over! Jenny STOLE that title from him, and he just got it back!

Lee Masters: Here is your winner......and NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW OCW REBELLION CHAMPION......DAMIEN CALAWAY!

The cage raises and he drops to his knees as the ref hands him the belt. He brings it to his face as the crowd roars!

Alexandra stands up at the booth and claps for him, along with the crowd.

Stone: The Calaway siblings are both champions!

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Stone: Here we go! We are about to crown a NEW World Heavyweight Champion!

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



Lee Masters: This match is our MAIN EVENT for the evening, for the VACANT OCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! It is a LAST MAN STANDING MATCH. Introducing first, and om his way to the ring... standing at 6-foot-3-inches tall, weighing in at 228 pounds...

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

Lee Masters:  DONNIE... HARRIS!

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

We cut to the back where the constant “beep-beep-beep" of a vehicle backing up is heard while a garage door rolls up. We are in the back delivery area of the arena and the camera is there in time to see what looks like an armored car backing in through the open door.

Roland: What is going on here?

Stone: Does that say ‘State Prison?’

Indeed, on the side of the vehicle it reads “Pennsylvania Department of Corrections" over the silhouette of the state of Pennsylvania. When it stops, the beeping stops and the brakes issue a loud hiss. The drivers side door opens and out steps a man dressed like a Pennsylvania State Trooper. He approaches the door at the back of the vehicle just as another officer comes around from the passenger side.

The driver knocks three times in quick succession before inserting a key into a lock just below a handle built into the door. He gives the door a yank and steps back as two more officers exit the vehicle. The two officers whom just exited the back each hold a length of chain which stretch back inside the vehicle.

Stone: What in the Hell is going on here?

Roland: Good question! The way tonight has gone, who the hell knows. 

Calaway: This is certainly a way to make a statement

The two officers pull on their chains and, finally, BRADDOCK emerges from within the vehicle. The officer who exited the passenger side has his taker drawn and aimed at BRADDOCK.

Roland: The Anti-Icon is HERE!!

Stone: I do not envy Donnie Harris!

BRADDOCK is clad in an orange jumpsuit with the sleeves cut off and black boots. The troopers lead BRADDOCK off camera, pulling him along with the chains while he cackles like a loon.

Roland: This guy should have a psychiatric evaluation before he was hired.

Stone: He could be the next Outcast World Champion!

Braddock steps into the ring. 

Calaway: A for effort. Style points are a thing, Stone. I would know.

As the bell rang, the two colossal brutes locked eyes, and the match kicked off in a chaotic flurry of fists and power moves. Braddock unleashed a thunderous clothesline that sent Donnie Harris sprawling to the canvas. But Harris quickly rose, fueled by his determination to become the champion. He retaliated with a bone-crushing suplex, shaking the ring with its impact.

The brawl raged on, both men taking turns punishing each other with brutal strikes and spine-jarring slams. The audience winced with each collision, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the arena. It was a battle of attrition, a contest to see who could endure the most punishment and rise to their feet before the count of ten.

The brutality escalated when Braddock, the cunning strategist, slid out of the ring and reached underneath it. He pulled out a steel chair, a devilish grin spreading across his face as the crowd's anticipation reached a fever pitch. Braddock re-entered the ring, chair in hand, and raised it high, ready to deliver a crushing blow to Harris.


Stone: Jeezus, these two behemoths are going to tear each other apart. 

Blaze: Good?


But Harris, showing an incredible display of strength, leaped to his feet and caught the chair mid-swing. The crowd erupted in cheers as he wrenched the weapon from Braddock's grasp and, with a thunderous roar, bent it in half with his bare hands. The steel chair, now rendered useless, was discarded with a clatter, a testament to Harris's immense power.

With the steel chair out of the equation, the two brutes continued their war of attrition. Harris unleashed a barrage of punches that rocked Braddock, backing him into the corner. Braddock fought back with stiff kicks to Harris's midsection, but the big man shrugged them off and delivered a brutal headbutt that sent Braddock reeling.

Braddock, ever resourceful, suddenly lunged at Harris, attempting a belly-to-belly suplex. But Harris was having none of it. He blocked the move, locked his arms around Braddock's waist, and executed a picture-perfect suplex of his own. The impact was earth-shattering, and the ring seemed to bounce upon impact.

As the match wore on, it was Braddock who found himself on the receiving end of relentless punishment. Harris, driven by the desire to claim the championship, seemed unstoppable. He hoisted Braddock onto his shoulders, looking to deliver his signature finishing move.

But Braddock, desperate to turn the tide, began to rain elbows down onto Harris's head. The blows disoriented Harris, causing him to stumble and drop Braddock to the canvas. It was the opening Braddock needed. He sprang to his feet and, with a burst of adrenaline, executed a stunning spear that drove Harris through the ropes and out of the ring.

Stone: Neither one can really get a leg up on the other. They are so evenly matched with raw power. 

Blaze: I've never hoped for a match to end so quickly in my life. 

Calaway: I happen to be enjoying it. 

Stone/Blaze: You would. 

Braddock didn't waste a moment. He followed Harris outside the ring, where he grabbed a steel chair that had been discarded earlier. With a malicious gleam in his eye, Braddock swung the chair like a weapon, striking Harris across the back with a resounding clang.

Harris howled in pain and dropped to his knees, struggling to regain his footing. Braddock continued his relentless assault, targeting Harris's legs with vicious chair shots. The audience watched in awe as the once-dominant Harris was brought to his knees, his strength seemingly drained.

Despite the brutal punishment, Harris refused to stay down. He clawed his way up the barricade, using it for support, his face a mask of agony. Braddock, sensing victory within his grasp, stalked his wounded prey, ready to deliver the final blow.

But Harris, summoning every ounce of his willpower, suddenly lunged at Braddock, tackling him over the crowd barricade. The arena erupted in shock and awe as both men crashed into the sea of stunned spectators, chairs and bodies scattering in all directions.

Stone: Okay, its getting dangerous for the fans now. 

Calaway: They pay money to see brutality. They signed up for it!

Blaze: You're cold.

With both Braddock and Harris down and out among the audience, the referee began the ten-count. "One... Two... Three..." The crowd was on edge, collectively holding their breath as the referee continued the count. The two colossal brutes lay tangled amidst the debris, barely stirring.

"Seven... Eight..."

It was an agonizingly tense moment. The audience erupted into a frenzy, torn between their loyalty to Braddock and their admiration for the resilience of Harris.

Both men, somehow, make it to their feet.

But the chaos was far from over. Asylum, Nox, and Zephyr, allies of Braddock, couldn't resist the allure of the championship. They stormed the ring, assaulting Donnie Harris with steel chairs and ruthless stomps. The referee was powerless to stop them, and the crowd erupted in boos.


Stone: What the hell is this now.......these two degenerates are interrupting a perfectly good match!

Just when it seemed like all hope was lost for Donnie Harris, two valiant figures emerged from the backstage area. SYNN and Brooke Blakely charged down the ramp to confront Asylum. The arena roared in approval as the two women fought valiantly to protect Donnie Harris.

Stone: SYNN! Good lord, SYNN is still standing! How in the hell is she even out here after what she went through!

Blaze: She's tougher than a two dollar steak, Stone. 

Calaway: I can attest to that...........uh oh.


But the chaos escalated to an unprecedented level when KONSTANTINE, a colossal force of nature, made his presence known. With a thunderous roar, he plowed through the barricade, sending debris flying in all directions. SYNN bore the brunt of his wrath, as he threw her through the barricade with frightening force, leaving her motionless on the arena floor. Brooke Blakely suffered a similar fate as she was knocked out cold.

Stone: OH MY LORD IN HEAVEN! SYNN JUST WENT THROUGH THE BARRICADE. NOT OVER, THROUGH. She has to be broken damn near in half now!

Blaze: After her match tonight, and now this....the human anatomy can only take so much!

With the ring now cleared of interference, Braddock and Donnie Harris were left battered and broken, struggling to rise to their feet.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the moment arrived. Braddock, with a final Herculean effort, sent Donnie hurtling into the ropes. As Donnie rebounded, Braddock unleashed a cataclysmic lariat that seemed to defy the laws of physics. Donnie's body arched backward, his feet lifting from the mat, before crashing down in a heap.

The arena fell into stunned silence. The referee began the count, his voice echoing through the hushed arena. "One... Two... Three..."

Donnie lay motionless, his body a testament to the brutal war he had waged. The count continued, each number hanging in the air like a death knell. "Four... Five..."

But as the count neared its zenith, it was Braddock who found the strength to rise. His body, battered and bruised, seemed to defy the odds. With a primal roar, he clawed his way upright, his eyes burning with a fierce determination.

"Nine..."

And then, with an explosive burst of energy, Braddock surged to his feet, defying the odds and silencing any doubt. The crowd erupted in a deafening roar, the arena trembling with their thunderous applause.

Stone: BRADDOCK DID IT! BRADDOCK IS UP!

The bell rings.

Lee Masters: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWW OCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.......BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAADDDDDDOOOOOCCCCCKKKKKKKK

Braddock had done it. He had answered the ten count, emerging victorious in one of the most grueling battles in OCW history. The championship belt gleamed in the harsh arena lights as it was presented to him, a symbol of his triumph over insurmountable odds.

Bodies lay strewn everywhere. SYNN still hadn't moved. Brooke was stirring. Nox and Zepyhr were laid out.

His celebration was short lived.

Britlyn Baylor shows up on the screen.

BRIT: CONGRATULATIONS BRADDOCK. You and Donnie had one hell of a match. So good, in fact, that I want to see it again. Ms. Strader and I have come to a business agreement. She is opening up her PWA again, and OCW is going to participate. On Halloween Night, at the Strader estate, OCW/PWA presents TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE.

I have been tasked with putting together four matches for the card, and you two have earned your spot.

That being said, at TCM on October 31st, it will be BRADDOCK defending his OCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP against DONNIE HARRIS........

In the same match where the original OCW DIED.........."

The crowd holds their breath......

"............BURIED ALIVE."

Stone: OH MY GOD! The way these two men are.......one of them may not walk out of there alive!

Blaze: I think thats the point, Stone.

The crowd is stunned as the screen goes blank, and Braddock stands in the center of the ring around a sea of human carnage, his world title over his shoulder.

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The cameras cut to the parking lot where Jenny, looking worse for wear, limps to her car. She opens the back door and tosses her bag in. The driver, wearing a hat, is looking straight ahead. 

Jenny: "I've had the night from hell. I lost my tag partner, I lost my title, I lost my leverage. I just want to go home. Drive." 

The driver sits put. 

Jenny: "You heard what I said.....fucking DRIVE!" 

The drive turns his head around. 

IT'S JOHNNY! 

Jenny's eyes go wide as the door locks click. 

Jenny: "HELP!"

Johnny: Oh we're going home, blondie. We're going home, indeed.

A cackle is heard as the vehicle peels out and the show fades to black.

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OOC: BRADDOCK AND DONNIE. This was by far the hardest the match we've had to judge since OCW opened in July. Hats off to both of you, and you earned it. It was so close that the show ended up being a tad bit delayed because we had to re-read and analyze everything. You two are going to anchor our title picture for a long time to come. Thank you for efforts this week. 

TO MY OUTCASTS: I LOVE YOU ALL. This show was amazing and everyone's input was amazing. I am so proud to have you all on my team! It's only up from here!
MUAH!