OCW: RISE 10-1-2023

OCW: RISE 10-1-2023 Oct 2, 2023 3:13:54 GMT -5 BRADDOCK likes this

Quote

Post by "Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor on Oct 2, 2023 3:13:54 GMT -5

DARK MATCH:

'THE PERFS' vs QUEEN E and Bad BB

In a high-stakes wrestling match that left fans on the edge of their seats, The Perfs clashed with the formidable duo of Queen E and Bad BB in an intense battle of athleticism and aggression. The Perfs, known for their ruthless tactics and flashy personas, came out victorious in this brutal showdown. However, what unfolded after the match was a shocking and disturbing display of violence that left Queen E with a concussion and Bad BB with a crushed ankle.

The atmosphere inside the packed arena was electric as the crowd eagerly anticipated this epic clash. The Perfs, consisting of two cunning and ruthless individuals, had their eyes set on proving their dominance. On the other side, Queen E and Bad BB, both accomplished wrestlers in their own right, were determined to stand up against The Perfs' tyranny.

The match began with Queen E and Bad BB displaying their incredible chemistry as a tag team. They executed a series of well-coordinated moves that had The Perfs reeling. The crowd roared with excitement as Queen E and Bad BB demonstrated their impressive skills, keeping The Perfs at bay.

However, The Perfs' underhanded tactics soon came into play. As the referee's back was turned, they used every trick in the book to gain an unfair advantage. Low blows, eye gouges, and illegal holds were all part of their strategy, infuriating the fans in attendance. It was clear that The Perfs were willing to do whatever it took to secure the win.

Despite The Perfs' devious actions, Queen E and Bad BB fought valiantly. They managed to regain control of the match, thrilling the audience with their resilience and determination. But just when it seemed like victory might be within their grasp, The Perfs resorted to their most dangerous weapon – steel chairs.

With chairs in hand, The Perfs launched a vicious and horrifying attack on Queen E and Bad BB after the match had ended. The crowd watched in shock as the chairs came crashing down on their defenseless opponents, with sickening thuds filling the air. Queen E was struck on the head, resulting in a concussion that would have long-lasting repercussions for her health and career.

The brutality didn't end there. Bad BB suffered a devastating injury as one of The Perfs mercilessly crushed her ankle between a steel chair, causing excruciating pain and ending her ability to compete in the match. The audience gasped in horror as the referee and medical personnel rushed to the ring to attend to the injured competitors.

The Perfs, with sinister smiles on their faces, left the ring as the victors of the match, but they also left behind a trail of destruction and despair. The wrestling world was left in shock, and the incident sparked a heated debate about the need for stricter rules and consequences for such violent behavior in the sport.

The CURE Insurance Arena

Trenton, New Jersey

Fletcher St. James: On the heels of our first brand exclusive Pay Per View, we're LIVE in Trenton, New Jersey! This is Sunday Night, this is the number one show on cable television, this is RISE!

Tyler Hansley: Eat your heart out Taylor Swift, this is the real Sunday Night Programming. And we have some BIG matches on the docket tonight.

Paris London: But first, gentlemen, a message from The Boss!

Britlyn: Trent, New Jersey! Welcome to OCW RISE, and thank you for attending this evening. We have a great show for all of you, but first I would like to announce a huge event that I have just signed us up for. As you all know, I bought the rights to OCW from Tamika Strader and the Strader estate. When the parent company split into two, I took my outcasts and voila! Now, I am pleased to announce that Strader has actually gotten over the rather tense business deal, and actually reached out to me and Eric. She is re-opening PWA and possibly holding shows again under the original OCW banner down the road. She has put together an event, co-branded with OCW and PWA, called Texas Chainsaw Massacre. She has invited us and that.......other......OCW to compete on night one. This is going to get a lot of eyes on us, and as a new company it may help to propel us to where we desire to be going forward. On Halloween Night, PWA/OCW presents: Texas Chainsaw Massacre!

The event will be aired here on OCW TV, but you can find it on their network as well. I have put together four matches, two from Anarchy and two from RISE. Two OCW members, SYNN and current Anarchy Champion Alexandra Calaway, are competing on night two under the PWA Banner for their United States Championship!

As for our matches:

You will see JOHNNY take on KONSTANTINE! You will see Toxcita try to make history as she takes in COLOSSUS for the RISE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! To put the icing on the cake, you will see a re-match. OCW in its original state, DIED at ACCESS DENIED 2, and THEIR OCW World Title, still held by SYNN, was defended in a buried alive match. So why not, to pay homage to a company DEAD and GONE on Halloween.........I give you a REMATCH for the OCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! How about I give you Donnie Harris versus Braddock..........BURIED ALIVE!

The crowd pops for this.

Britlyn: That is only three matches though, is it not?

Here in New Jersey, you all are highly educated and can count. So I will tell you........BLAKE ANDERSON of the DYNASTY will open the show. They have fought nearly everyone here, and I just couldn't find an opponent that would capture the magnitude of this show. Then, I went through the contracts, I made some phone calls........and I found BLAKE an an opponent. At Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Blake Anderson will be facing this man..................."

St. James: Oh............my..............god.......

London: Is it him, is it really him?!

The fans in the Cure Insurance Arena erupt as the tron video for Justin York plays and The Only by Static X rings through the sound system to accompany it. The fans look to the top of the stage in anticipation of York appearing for the very first time.

Hansley: There's no way.......Brit could never sign someone of this magnitude........not yet.

Pyrotechnics shoot across the stage alternating from right to left leaving a thick cloud of white smoke when they pause. A figure that can only be Justin York is standing in the slowly clearing smoke with a hood pulled over his face with his head down. York flips the hood up and flails his arms all the way out soaking up the love from the fans in Trenton New Jersey. He blows some of the smoke out that he inhaled while standing in the cloud of it.

London: IT IS! It is HIM!

St. James: JUSTIN YORK IS HERE!

Hansley: This is the best thing to happen im Trenton since.........well, its the best thing ever to happen in Trenton!

St. James: One of the biggest antagonists in the business, and these people are eating it up!

Hansley: Love him or hate him, Fletch, you gotta respect him. This is HUGE for OCW.

Justin takes a stroll from side to side at the top of the stage with a microphone in his hand until he finally stops at the very center and screams the words.

JY: TRENTON, NEWFUCKINJERSEY!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd goes wild as he smirks like an arrogant prick and makes his slow jaunt down the stage reaching the point where the fans and reach their hands over the barrier and he is able to clap their hands. He skips a few fans and stops at a young man wearing a casino kid shirt holding his free hand out. Justin pauses and looks at him with admiration.

JY: DID YOU ALL MISS ME?!

Justin soaks up the crowd reaction once again. York sticks his hand out the shake the young man’s hand and then quickly retracts and runs his hand through his hair like the god he is and the fans reaction quickly turns from love to hatred within a minute and York smiles as wide as you’ve ever seen anybody do so. York walks to back up to the top of the ramp and gives the fans a middle finger which receives even more of a negative reaction.

St. James: Ask many around the business, they'll say they missed him like they missed getting the clap in college.

Hansley: I kinda do....those were the days.

JY: I certainly didn’t come here for your approval and you look awfully goddamn stupid to believe otherwise. I came here to cement my legacy in yet another company that not only doesn’t deserve but needs it like a man dying of thirst stranded in the desert.

The fans continue to boo and begin to throw garbage.

JY: I mean it’s quite obvious with a champion of this RISE brand like that fat sweaty slob, Colossus that this place needs some sprucing up, some added flavor and spice if you will…. OCW…. You’re going to find out why they call me the original bad boy, you’re going to find out why I am regarded as a legend in this jaded ass business! You’re going to find out why I AM FUCKIN BETTER THAN YOU and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it! BANK ON IT!!

JY gives the one finger salute to the crowd again as he drops the mic on the stage causing a loud thud and then exits back behind the curtain to his music.

St. James: And he means it folks. He means every egotistical word of it.

Hansley: You're damn right he does!

St. James: The entire landscape of OCW just changed in 5 minutes.

Hansley: The bad guy is back!

COMMERCIAL BREAK

OCW programming cuts back from commerical and EGO is already in the ring.

St. James: Coming off that MASSIVE announcement from our CEO, we have a singles match to kick off Rise. Here we go. We get to see what "The Towering Navajo" can do in singles action.

Hansley: He is a huge man, Fletch. Massive. And according to Gatner, he's not just big but he's mean, too. Could be a long night for EGO.

Birds of Prey Plays as Apollo comes down to the ring with his nighthawk Shadow on his shoulder and the fans cheer for him.

Marlena Sanchez: Ladies and gentlemen from the Navajo Nation of Window Rock Arizona he stands seven feet tall and weighs in at three hundred pounds. He is the Towering Navajo, Apollo Nighthawk!

He steps over the ropes and then hands Shadow over to the handler and stands and waits for his opponent.

London: I haven't seen someone this size live in the flesh before! He's HUGE!

As the bell rang, Apollo lunged forward with astounding speed for a man of his size. EGO attempted to duck under his massive arms but was met with an unforgiving boot to the chest, sending him sprawling across the canvas. The crowd erupted as Apollo flexed his bulging muscles, a menacing grin on his face.

EGO rose to his feet, his determination unshaken. He circled Apollo cautiously, trying to find an opening. Apollo, however, was relentless. He grabbed EGO by the wrist and whipped him into the ropes with brute force. EGO rebounded, his body flying back towards Apollo, who greeted him with a thunderous clothesline that sent EGO crashing to the mat.

Apollo's power was undeniable, and he was in complete control of the match. He grabbed EGO by the hair and pulled him up to his feet, showcasing his dominance. With a mighty roar, Apollo hoisted EGO overhead and held him up for a few heart-stopping seconds before slamming him down with a devastating body slam.

St. James: The big man firmly in control here. He was originally signed as strictly a tag team wrestler as part of the "Southwestern Brotherhood", but our GM Jolie wanted to see what he can do mano-e-mano.

EGO groaned in pain as he writhed on the mat. Apollo's overwhelming strength had left him battered and bruised. Slowly, he pushed himself up, his resolve unwavering. He knew he had to find a way to counter Apollo's power.

As Apollo advanced, EGO used his agility to his advantage, sidestepping Apollo's charge and sending him crashing into the turnbuckle. The impact reverberated through the ring, and EGO seized the opportunity. He climbed the ropes and unleashed a series of rapid-fire punches, driving Apollo into a daze.

EGO attempted to capitalize on his newfound momentum, but it was short-lived. Apollo's sheer size and strength came into play once more as he grabbed EGO by the throat, lifting him high into the air with one hand. EGO gasped for air as Apollo's grip tightened, and then he was thrown across the ring like a ragdoll, crashing into the opposite corner.

Apollo wasn't about to let up. He closed in on EGO, who was struggling to regain his bearings. He grabbed EGO by the arm and flung him into the ropes again, but this time, as EGO rebounded, he ducked under Apollo's attempted clothesline and countered with a dropkick to Apollo's knee.

The giant wobbled but didn't go down. EGO persisted, repeatedly targeting Apollo's legs, trying to take away his base. With each blow, Apollo's stability faltered. Finally, EGO managed to bring the behemoth down to one knee, drawing cheers from the crowd.

EGO saw his chance and sprinted to the ropes, looking to build momentum for a powerful move. But Apollo, driven by sheer instinct, lunged forward and caught EGO mid-air. The audience gasped in disbelief. Apollo used his incredible strength to hoist EGO high above his head, holding him there for an agonizing moment before slamming him to the mat with a bone-shattering chokeslam.

Hansley: Have to say we didn't expect much from the gym rat EGO, but you have to be impressed with this performance. Apollo is looking like a monster out there.

St. James: Impressive, to say the least.

EGO lay sprawled on the canvas, dazed and in pain. Apollo's dominance was undeniable, and the crowd couldn't help but admire the sheer power he possessed. Apollo stalked over to EGO, a sinister grin on his face.

With a deliberate, menacing pace, Apollo reached down and grabbed EGO by the hair, forcing him to his feet. EGO's legs wobbled, and his vision blurred from the punishment he had endured. Apollo, seemingly unfazed, clamped his massive hand around EGO's throat, lifting him off the ground with ease.

The Nighthawk Naptime, Apollo's signature Khali Vice Grip, was locked in. EGO gasped for air, his face contorted in pain. The crowd watched in awe and suspense as EGO's resistance dwindled. His body went limp, and his eyes rolled back into his head.

St James: It's Navajo Naptime!

Hansley: This one's over.

London: My god he's going to crush his skull!

The referee checked EGO's arm, raising it and letting it fall. Once, twice, and on the third drop, it remained motionless. The bell rang, signaling the end of the match. EGO had passed out from the excruciating hold, and Apollo Nighthawk stood victorious in the center of the ring, his dominance unchallenged.

Marlena Sanchez: Here is your winner................"The Towering Navajo", Apollo Nighthawk!

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. The vocalist begins whooping and screaming and our World Champion steps out from the back. He is in a pair if cut-off black jeans and a “Thrasher" hoodie with the belt slung over his left shoulder.

St. James: Our World Champion, BRADDOCK!

Hansley: He and Donnie Harris had a brutal match at And Justice for…Brawl.

London: He faces Valkyrie Venom tonight in what should be a good match!.

St. James: Champion versus Champion!

BRADDOCK has made it into the ring and the house lights brighten and the music quiets down. He pulls a mic out from the pocket on the front of his hoodie.

BRADDOCK: Who would have thunk it?! Me, the World Champion?!

He shakes his head in disbelief and scoffs.

BRADDOCK: For most of my life I have been counted out. Even before the tattoos and Mohawk I was looked over and looked down on. Donnie Harris thought all of his training and experience meant he was better than me and he thought he had it in the bag.

BRADDOCK eyes shift down to the belt on his shoulder and a smile creeps across his lips.

BRADDOCK: But I won. I am the World Champion and, even though holdin this belt wasn’t my goal, I ain’t lettin it go now that I have it. Tonight I face another Champ, Valkyrie Venom!

London: She isn’t going to be a pushover by any means.

Hansley: There isn’t one person on our roster who I would call a pushover.

BRADDOCK: She’s a Champ for a reason, but, she isn’t the Champ! I am. And tonight I will beat the Elevate Champion in the Main Event before goin on to Anarchy where I will face the big man, Konstantine! I will show you all, and everyone in the back, that I am the real deal!

He drops the mic and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. He hoists the belt above his head in both hands and let’s out a scream.

London: Our World Champion has quite the chip on his shoulder.

St. James: All I know is I wouldn’t want to be the one to face our World Champion.

Jolie gets out of the car in front of Broadway Bar in South Trenton, making sure to lock her car with the audible beep.

She walks towards the opening of the establishment when her phone goes off. It's her sister.

UGH.

"What?"

"You don't have to to do this, Jo."

"I do, though. I am tired of being disrespected on my own show. Everyone looks up to you, they just look at me. I gotta go...."

"Nobody disrespects you....."

"Brit.....look.....if I am going to be taken seriously around here I need to earn my respect. I need to teach these little bitches some manners."

"There are plenty of new talents you could be introducing......"

"And I will, but----"

"But you're being difficult, as usual."

She hangs up on her sister and walks in the front door.

St. James: This one, is gonna be a good one.

London: Love these ladies!

"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.

Marlena Sanchez: Making her way to the ring from Springfield Pennsylvania Zella O-MEEEEEEEEEGAAAAAAAAA!!

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

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'

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.

DING DING DING

Zella, known for her agility and speed, wasted no time taking control of the match. She darted around the ring, landing quick kicks and snapmares, keeping Toxicita on her toes. Zella's athleticism was on full display as she executed impressive acrobatics, leaving the crowd in awe.

Toxicita, however, was no pushover. She used her wits to avoid some of Zella's high-flying moves, narrowly escaping being hit by a diving crossbody. Despite Zella's early dominance, Toxicita refused to give in, relying on her resilience and cunning to weather the storm.

St. James: Both of these women have speed in the arsenal, with Toxicita being a tad bit more powerful. Power seems to win matches these days.

Hansley: Just look at our world champ.

St. James: Exactly.

As the match wore on, Toxicita found her rhythm. She seized an opportunity when Zella attempted a springboard maneuver from the ropes. Toxicita countered with a brutal mid-air dropkick, sending Zella crashing to the mat. The momentum shifted, and Toxicita took control with a series of calculated strikes and holds.

Toxicita locked Zella in a tight submission hold, stretching her limbs to the limit. Zella grimaced in pain but refused to submit. She clawed her way to the ropes, forcing the break and showing her own determination.

Despite the mounting pressure from Toxicita, Zella displayed remarkable resilience. She fought back with fiery determination, countering Toxicita's moves with agility and creativity. Zella executed a breathtaking hurricanrana that sent Toxicita tumbling out of the ring.

Zella, seizing the opportunity to capitalize, climbed the turnbuckle. The crowd roared as she launched herself off the top rope with a stunning moonsault, connecting with Toxicita on the outside. The impact left both wrestlers down on the floor, gasping for air as the referee began the count.

St. James: Gotta be careful here.......

As the referee reached a count of eight, Toxicita managed to roll back into the ring, narrowly avoiding a double count-out. Zella followed, but Toxicita was waiting with a well-timed kick to the midsection, stunning her opponent. Toxicita then whipped Zella into the ropes and executed a flawless springboard DDT, planting her opponent headfirst into the mat.

With the crowd firmly behind her, Toxicita climbed to the top rope, her eyes locked onto Zella. She took a moment to steady herself before leaping into the air with precision. The R.B.T.L, Toxicita's version of Rey Mysterio's 6-1-9, connected with Zella, leaving her dazed and disoriented.

Hansley: Here it comes!

Toxicita, sensing victory within her grasp, wasted no time. She rolled Zella onto her back and hooked the leg, pinning her to the mat. The referee dropped to count: "One... Two... Three!" The bell rang, and the arena erupted in cheers as Toxicita secured the hard-fought victory.

The two competitors lay on the mat, exhausted but with mutual respect for each other's skills and determination. It was a nail-biter of a match that showcased the heart and talent of both wrestlers. Toxicita had pulled off a stunning comeback, hitting the R.B.T.L for the pin and the win, leaving the crowd in awe of her tenacity and skill.

Hardcore Rules

2 of 3 falls

St. James: This one, ladies and Gentlemen, is going to be a war.

Hansley: I don't understand why this was booked. Both of these guys are ANARCHY stars and here they are taking up air time on our show!

St. James: Well, for the record, Blake floats. He is all over OCW programming, and Donnie, well.....he does what he wants.

London: Anarchy or not, its a great match!

Hansley: We have a lot of great new signings that have to debut next show because these two camera hogs can't keep their noses out of the limelight and our general manager is so worried about her sister being upset with her to even care!

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.

Marlena Sanchez: "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.

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.

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

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

SANCHEZ: 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.

The match began with neither man wasting any time. Blake and Donnie exchanged a flurry of punches and kicks, showcasing their raw aggression and disdain for one another. Chairs, kendo sticks, and trash cans came into play as the two warriors sought to assert dominance in the unforgiving environment.

St. James: Both of these two brutes, so evenly matched.

Hansley: Look for the hardcore element to come into play, its going to be the deciding factor, watch.

Donnie struck first, swinging a steel chair with thunderous force, crashing it into Blake's back. The audience winced as the impact reverberated throughout the arena. Blake gritted his teeth and retaliated by smashing a trash can lid across Donnie's skull, causing him to stagger back.

The brutality continued as they took turns using the environment to their advantage. Blake threw Donnie into the steel guardrail, leaving a dent in its unforgiving surface. Donnie responded by suplexing Blake onto a pile of thumbtacks, causing them to embed themselves in Blake's flesh.

As the first fall seemed to hang in the balance, Donnie spotted a table at ringside, and a sinister smile crept across his face. He set it up just outside the ring, positioning it for maximum destruction. Blake, still recovering from the thumbtack assault, found himself on the receiving end of Donnie's relentless attack.

St. James: God I hate thumbtacks!

London: Chills, Fletch, chills.

Donnie dragged Blake to the apron and attempted to powerbomb him through the table. However, Blake countered with a desperation back body drop, sending Donnie crashing onto the unforgiving wood instead. The crowd roared in approval as Blake seized the moment.

With newfound determination, Blake grabbed Donnie by the hair and pulled him up. He executed a devastating DDT onto the steel chair, causing Donnie's head to collide with the unforgiving surface. The referee counted the pinfall, "One... Two... Three!" The first fall went to Blake Anderson.

MARLENA SANCHEZ: WINNER OF THE FIRST FALL, BLAKE ANDERSON!

With one fall in his favor, Blake Anderson looked to continue his momentum into the second round. He grabbed a steel chain from under the ring, wrapping it around his fist, ready to deliver more punishment to Donnie. However, Donnie, though dazed from the DDT, was far from out of the fight.

St. James: Anderson took the first fall but never count Donnie out. He has been on a roll lately.

Donnie scrambled to his feet and grabbed a steel chair, swinging it wildly at Blake. Blake ducked, narrowly avoiding the chair, and retaliated with a chain-assisted punch that sent Donnie sprawling to the mat. With each strike, the crowd winced, feeling the intensity of the match.

Blake maintained control, using the chain to his advantage to deliver brutal shots to Donnie's midsection and back. He whipped Donnie into the corner, following up with a devastating corner clothesline that left Donnie slumped in the corner, gasping for air.

With the crowd firmly behind him, Blake decided to bring a ladder into the mix. He propped it up in the corner and Irish whipped Donnie into it. Donnie's back collided with the ladder, causing it to teeter dangerously. Blake capitalized, hitting a snap DDT onto the ladder. The impact echoed throughout the arena.

Blake, driven by adrenaline and the desire to secure the second fall, climbed to the top rope. He leaped off, attempting a high-risk maneuver, but Donnie rolled out of the way just in time, and Blake crashed onto the ladder. The crowd gasped in shock as both men lay writhing in pain.

Hansley: Holy hell....

With both competitors battered and bruised, Donnie Harris slowly crawled toward Blake Anderson. He draped his arm over Blake's chest, and the referee began the count. "One... Two... Three!" The second fall went to Donnie Harris.

MARLENA SANCHEZ: WINNER OF THE SECOND FALL, DONNIE HARRIS!

The third and decisive fall began with both men barely able to stand. Bloodied and battered, they exchanged vicious strikes and kicks, fueled by an unrelenting desire to win. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, watching in awe as the two warriors continued to push the limits of hardcore wrestling.

Donnie managed to gain the upper hand by using a steel chair to block Blake's attempted spear, sending him crashing to the mat. Donnie then unfolded a barbed wire baseball bat from under the ring, a weapon that sent a chill down the spines of the audience.

With a sadistic grin, Donnie approached the downed Blake, ready to deliver a potentially career-ending blow. However, Blake summoned a last-ditch burst of energy, managing to roll out of harm's way just in the nick of time. The barbed wire bat struck the mat with a sickening thud.

Seizing the opportunity, Blake grabbed the barbed wire bat and swung it at Donnie, connecting with a brutal shot to his midsection. Donnie howled in agony as the barbed wire tore at his flesh. Blake didn't let up, delivering a series of relentless strikes, each one more brutal than the last.

St. James: Blake Anderson punishing Harris. Just punishing.

Hansley: He's beating him like he stole something, Fletch. And it's all legal!

With Donnie weakened and covered in blood, Blake saw his chance to end the match. He positioned Donnie for a devastating powerbomb, looking to drive him through a table set up in the corner. The crowd held its breath as Blake lifted Donnie into the air, but at the last moment, Donnie countered, lifting Blake up and sending him crashing face first through the table!

The arena erupted as Donnie seized the moment. He rolled Blake onto his back and hooked the leg for the pinfall. The referee counted, "One... Two... Three!" Donnie Harris had secured the final fall, winning the brutal 2 out of 3 falls hardcore match.

St. James: He did it! Donnie Harris with the counter! Just when we thought it was all over Donnie pulls one out of the fire!

Hansley: Donnie isn't out of a fight unless he's dead, Fletch.

Marlena Sanchez: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, 2 falls to 1, DONNIE HARRIS!

COMMERICAL BREAK

BAR FIGHT BETWEEN BELLADONNA ANDERSON AND JOLIE VEXX

In the dimly lit, smoky atmosphere of a local bar, the tension was palpable as Jolie Vexx was awaiting Belladonna Anderson. She had been tried to be talked out of this match by her sister earlier in the night but she wasn't having it.

Belladonna walks into the bar.

"Whats up, bitch?! Were you looking for me?"

With a fiery glint in her eye, Jolie approached Belladonna, who was sitting alone, her husband and manager conspicuously absent. The two locked eyes, and without a word, the battle began. Jolie lunged forward, fists flying, and Belladonna swiftly blocked the initial onslaught.

Belladonna, known for her ferocity in the ring, displayed her dominance from the start. She countered Jolie's punches with a devastating right hook that sent her stumbling backward. The bar's patrons gasped as Belladonna grabbed Jolie by the hair and slammed her face-first onto the bar counter.

Jolie, however, was far from a pushover. She kicked Belladonna in the midsection and followed up with a jaw-rattling uppercut. Belladonna staggered backward, momentarily stunned. Jolie seized the opportunity and charged, but Belladonna responded with a perfectly timed dropkick that sent Jolie crashing into a row of barstools.

With chaos erupting around them, the two women engaged in a fierce back-and-forth brawl. Bottles and glasses shattered as they grappled, their determination to outmatch one another driving them to new heights of aggression. Belladonna managed to grab a pool cue, snapping it in half and brandishing it as a weapon.

She swung the broken cue at Jolie, who narrowly ducked, but the cue hit a nearby table, splintering it. Jolie retaliated by grabbing a barstool and swinging it at Belladonna, who sidestepped the attack. The barstool crashed into a jukebox, causing it to short-circuit and play an eerie tune that underscored the mayhem.

Despite the odds stacked against her, Jolie displayed remarkable resilience. She managed to trip Belladonna, sending her sprawling to the floor. With a defiant roar, Jolie mounted her opponent and unleashed a barrage of punches. The bar's patrons cheered her on, reveling in the intense battle.

Belladonna, her face bloodied and bruised, summoned her strength and pushed Jolie off her. She kicked Jolie in the midsection and sent her crashing into a table filled with drinks. Bottles exploded, and liquid splashed everywhere as the two combatants continued to wage their war.

As the brawl raged on, Belladonna noticed a beer bottle lying on the bar. With a wicked grin, she grabbed it and smashed it on the edge of the counter, leaving the jagged remains in her hand. She stalked toward Jolie, who was slowly getting to her feet.

With a vicious swing, Belladonna brought the jagged bottle down on Jolie's head, and the impact was brutal. Jolie cried out in agony, blood streaming from the wound. The bar fell silent for a moment as the patrons realized the fight was taking a dangerous turn.

Belladonna wasted no time and swiftly covered Jolie, hooking her leg. The referee, who had been observing from a distance, slid into position and began the count, "One... Two... Three!" The bar erupted into cheers and applause as Belladonna secured the victory.

As the dust settled, the two women lay battered and bruised on the bar's floor. Belladonna, victorious but not unscathed, pushed herself up with a look of grim determination.

"Now you know, Jolie. Now you know. The DYNASTY is here to stay, and I'll come on your show whenever I want."

She reaches down and grabs the RISE General Manager by the hair, bringing her face close.

"And next time, give me some damn competition."

She throws her back down onto the hard floor of the bar.

She cast a glance at Jolie, acknowledging her opponent's resilience, before making her exit from the bar, leaving behind a trail of destruction.

LIVE! Thursday, October 5th from the DCU Center in Worcester, Massachusetts.

Hansley: We should go after the show!

St. James: Stop it, you know I'm a married man.

Hansley: Divorced.

St. James: Separated.

Hansley: That's basically divorced.

London: He's right.

NON-TITLE
ANYTHING GOES.

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

"HERE'S JOHNNY"

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

HA HA HA HA

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

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.

In a chaotic arena pulsating with energy, Johnny and Colossus stepped into the ring for an "Anything Goes" match, ready to unleash mayhem upon each other. The crowd's anticipation was palpable as the two competitors locked eyes, each knowing that this match could go in any direction.

The match began with a brutal exchange of strikes and grapples, neither competitor holding back. Johnny, the agile high-flyer, used his speed to his advantage, peppering Colossus with rapid kicks and acrobatic maneuvers. Colossus, on the other hand, relied on his immense power, launching Johnny across the ring with thunderous throws.

Colossus grabbed a steel chair from under the ring and swung it at Johnny, who narrowly dodged the blow. The chair crashed into the ring post, sending a jolt through the arena. Johnny retaliated by leaping off the top rope with a missile dropkick, sending Colossus sprawling to the mat.

St. James: It's not often you see someone take the big man off his feet.

Hansley: Johnny isn't just someone, he's a freaking lunatic.

With the match taking an increasingly violent turn, Johnny reached under the ring and pulled out a kendo stick. He unleashed a flurry of punishing strikes on Colossus, leaving red welts on his back. Colossus, undeterred, grabbed Johnny and slammed him onto the steel steps at ringside.

As the action spilled outside the ring, Johnny grabbed a nearby trash can, hurling it at Colossus with pinpoint accuracy. The impact sent Colossus crashing over the guardrail and into the front row of the audience. The fans scattered as chaos erupted.

Inside the ring, Johnny set up a ladder, clearly with high-risk intentions in mind. He began to climb, inching his way toward the top. Colossus, however, recovered quickly and rushed into the ring, grabbing the ladder and shaking it violently. Johnny teetered precariously but managed to leap off the ladder with a crossbody, taking Colossus down.

London: Look out below!

Hansley: Is there anything this dude won't do?!

St. James: I haven't seen Colossus get manhandled like this, ever. Impressed with Johnny here, so far.

Colossus responded by getting up quickly. Johnny stays on the assault but Colossus delivers his massive headbutt, that sends the clown stumbling. Setting up a table in the corner of the ring, the champ eager to use it as a weapon. He grabbed Johnny and attempted a powerbomb, looking to drive him through the table. Johnny, displaying his resourcefulness, countered mid-air with a tilt-a-whirl DDT, sending Colossus crashing into the table instead. The wood splintered as Colossus lay in a heap. Johnny had hit the table hard, too, hip first. Both were down on the mat.

CROWD: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT

Just as it seemed that Johnny might secure the victory, the arena's lights dimmed, and an eerie silence fell upon the crowd. The audience turned their attention toward the entrance ramp, where a figure in a dark hooded cloak emerged. It was Toxicita, who has made it her mission to take down the entire RISE roster before switching shows.

St. James: She said she was gunning to take down this whole roster, and she's got a match with the champion at Texas Chainsaw Massacre. That's GOTTA be why she's out here!

Hansley: That, or she's dying and her final wish is to be in the ring with these two psychopaths.

Toxicita slid into the ring with a steel chair in hand. She approached Johnny, who was still recovering from his high-risk maneuver, and struck him across the back with the chair. The deafening sound of metal on flesh echoed through the arena as Johnny crumpled to the mat.

St. James: WHAT?!!

Hansley: She just hit Johnny! What the hell!

Colossus, now on his feet, exchanged a knowing glance with Toxicita, and the two began to pummel Johnny mercilessly with chair shots and stomps. The crowd's boos and jeers filled the arena as the assault continued.

St. James: They're working together! Why the hell are they working together?!

Hansley: Is there something we don't know here?!

London: She's baiting him, guys. Getting his walls to come down......

As Johnny lay beaten and battered, Toxicita grabbed a microphone. She taunted the crowd, proclaiming that RISE was weak and that she would destroy anyone who crossed her path. She then issued a chilling ultimatum to the RISE roster, warning them that they would all face the same fate as Johnny if they didn't "rise" to the occasion and challenge her. "You like to kidnap blondes? See if you can handle this one."

Dick Trickle has a huge grin on his face as she takes the big mans hand. She holds it up in the air with hers as they stand over the fallen clown.

St. James: That is her OPPONENT in 30 days and she's celebrating with him like they just won the damn Superbowl together!

Just as she was about to leave, and Colossus was rubbing his hands together and walking towards Johnny, Toxicita dropped to her knees. She low blows Colossus from behind. The big man winces and grabs his junk, stumbling forward as he falls torso first between the top and middle rope.

London: What did I tell ya?!

With a wicked grin, Toxicita delivered her finishing move, a devastating version of Rey Mysterio's 6-1-9, called the "R.B.T.L," to Colossus. The impact was brutal, and the big man lay motionless in the center of the ring.

Toxicita was going to say something else but instead dropped the mic and made her exit, disappearing into the darkness as quickly as she had arrived. The crowd erupted in a chorus of boos and anger, but Toxicita had made her statement loud and clear.

Johnny, who some how, some way, was back on his feet, grabbed a steel chair that lay in the corner of the ring. A wobbly Colossus is back to his feet and Johnny brings the chair over his head.

WHAM!

The referee, who had been momentarily distracted by Toxicita's interference, turned his attention back to the match and counted, "One... Two... Three!" The crowd erupted in jubilation as Johnny secured the victory, thanks in part to Toxicita's shocking interference.

St. James: Good lord! It's over! Colossus has been beaten. He's finally tasted defeat and I'll tell you what, he's not going to be happy when he wakes up!

Hansley: For not having balls, Tox has to be one of it not the balliest person on this roster. At her size, to step into the ring with those monsters, its crazy!

London: She showed no fear! She has a chance to be the RISE World Champion on Halloween and for her, from here on out, its Carpe Omnia, seize everything!

COMMERCIAL BREAK

CHAMPION VS. CHAMPION

The roar of the crowd filled the arena as anticipation hung in the air. The OCW World Champion, Braddock, stood in one corner, towering over his opponent, the OCW RISE Elevate Champion, Valkyrie Venom, who exuded confidence and determination in the opposite corner. The atmosphere was electric as the bell rang, signaling the start of what promised to be an epic clash.

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

Marlena Sanchez: This match is set for One Fall, and is CHAMPION versus CHAMPION. Introducing first, and in the ring already, from Los Angeles, California.....she is the ELEVATE CHAMPION.....VALKYRIEEE VENOMMMM."

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. A spotlight suddenly pierces the darkness, casting its beam of light on the entrance curtain while the vocalist begins whooping and screaming. BRADDOCK explodes through the curtain and marches for the ring with the OCW World Championship in his hand.

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 the OCW World Heavyweight Champion! He! Is! BRADDOCK!!!!

BRADDOCK has ascended the ring steps and is entering the ring halfway down the apron, in between the ring posts by dipping under the top rope. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and while secure on the second rope, he raises belt in the air above his head and roars.

St. James: What a way to end this chaotic night.

Hansley: This match has been flexed to Prime Time baybay! Champ vs. Champ, the way it outta be!

London: Yes, this match had a different place on the card to start the week!

The two champions locked eyes and circled the ring cautiously. Braddock, known for his raw power and brawling style, attempted to intimidate Valkyrie with his imposing presence. But Valkyrie was no stranger to adversity; she had faced giants before and thrived on proving her doubters wrong.

Braddock moved in with a thunderous clothesline, but Valkyrie ducked and countered with a quick dropkick to Braddock's knee, causing him to stumble. The crowd erupted in cheers as Valkyrie followed up with a series of lightning-fast kicks and strikes, targeting Braddock's legs to weaken his base.

St. James: Smart strategy here from Val.

Valkyrie maintained her momentum, keeping Braddock off balance with a dazzling array of high-flying maneuvers. She climbed to the top rope and soared through the air, executing a picture-perfect crossbody that sent both competitors crashing to the mat. The crowd roared in approval as the near-fall added to the suspense.

Braddock, however, was not one to stay down for long. He fought back to his feet, using his immense strength to lift Valkyrie overhead and slam her down with a spine-rattling powerbomb. The canvas shook as Braddock went for the pin, but Valkyrie kicked out just in time, showing incredible resilience.

Hansley: That was close! Braddock almost had a record time win here.

St. James: She may be an addict, but its going to take a LOT more than that to keep her down!

The match was a seesaw battle, with each champion taking turns dominating the other. Valkyrie managed to lock Braddock in a painful submission hold, wrenching his arm back as he grimaced in pain. The crowd rallied behind Braddock, urging him to break free.

Summoning every ounce of his brute strength, Braddock fought through the pain, slowly rising to his feet with Valkyrie still attached. He powered out of the hold, hoisting Valkyrie onto his shoulders and executing a thunderous Samoan Drop.

As the match reached its climax, both champions were visibly fatigued but continued to push the limits of their endurance. Braddock set up for his signature move, the "Mansfield's Curse" clothesline, but Valkyrie dodged at the last second, leaving Braddock swinging at thin air.

She points and laughs at him before.........

Suddenly, the arena plunged into darkness, and the crowd's cheers turned into murmurs of confusion. A spotlight focused on the entrance ramp, where the ominous figure of Konstantine emerged. The audience erupted in a mix of boos and cheers as Konstantine slowly made his way to the ring.

St. James: WHAT THE HELL! What is he doing here?! Haven't we had enough run-ins tonight!

Hansley: That's Braddocks opponent on Anarchy!

St. James: I know who it is.

London: He knows no constraint. He walks where he wants!

Konstantine entered the ring, and the tension in the arena reached its peak. He and Braddock locked eyes, and a heated exchange of words quickly escalated into a physical confrontation. The referee, trying to maintain order, found himself caught in the crossfire and was knocked down, leaving the match without an official.

Val, pissed about the interference, shoves Kon. With a quick strike he damn near takes her head off with a big kick, then immediately turns his attention back to Braddock.

Braddock and Konstantine exchanged brutal blows, with neither giving an inch. The audience was divided, some cheering for Braddock, while others were firmly in Konstantine's corner. The chaotic brawl continued, with no one to enforce the rules.

St. James: And here they go! Rights and lefts! We've got a fight on our hands, folks!

Just when it seemed like the situation couldn't get more chaotic, Braddock's group, The Asylum, stormed the ring.

Hansley: And here comes re-enforcements! Braddock has aligned himself with Asylum and now they are paying back his loyalty!

The crowd gasped as they assumed The Asylum was coming to their leader's aid. But as they surrounded Braddock and Konstantine, it became clear that something was amiss.

Nox Von Anna, a member of The Asylum, suddenly swung a steel chair. The crowd collectively held their breath as they expected it to collide with Konstantine. But in a shocking turn of events, Nox Von Anna struck Braddock with the chair instead. The arena erupted in shock and disbelief as The Asylum turned on their leader.

St. James: What the hell! What the hell is this! Nox just nailed Braddock with that chair! Asylum has seemingly turned on the champion here!

With Braddock down and The Asylum mercilessly stomping on him, it seemed like the end was near. Valkyrie, still recovering from her previous encounters, tried to intervene but was overpowered by the sheer numbers. The audience was in a state of shock and confusion, not knowing who to root for.

Hansley: Total chaos! All hell has broken loose here. We have no referee, our general manager is in Urgent Care, and we have a pack of wild dogs tearing apart our world champion!

St. James: Brit if you're watching this at home, call security, call someone!

Just when it seemed all hope was lost for Braddock, the arena was engulfed in the sound of sirens. The crowd erupted in cheers as Donnie Harris, a rival of Braddock and a fierce competitor, sprinted down the ramp to make the save. He waded through the chaos, delivering powerful strikes to members of The Asylum.

Donnie Harris cleared the ring of The Asylum and Konstantine.

Hansley: That was fast!

St. James: Donnie Harris! Donnie Harris has just leveled the playing field!

As Braddock slowly regained his composure. Donnie is outside the ring beating on Zephyr. With a collective roar from the crowd, Braddock hoisted Valkyrie onto his shoulders and delivered a thunderous powerbomb.

The referee, still dazed from earlier, finally regained his senses and counted the pinfall. The crowd counted along, "One! Two! Three!" The bell rang, declaring Braddock the winner. He rolls off as the crowd roars.

Marlena Sanchez: Here is your winner.......The OCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION..........BRADDDOCK!

As Braddock celebrated his hard-fought victory, the crowd was left in awe of the shocking turn of events involving The Asylum.

Donnie Harris lays out Konstantine with a chair shot, then slides back into the ring.

Braddock and Donnie Harris stood nose to nose in the center of the ring with unresolved tension between them.

St. James: You can feel it! You can feel the tension!

Hansley: One of these two men gets Buried Alive on Halloween, the other is World Champion!

The show ended with the promise of an epic rematch between the two on Halloween, leaving fans eagerly anticipating their next encounter.

FADE OUT.

oCT 31sT

Post by "Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor on Sept 19, 2023 21:45:50 GMT -5

Post by "Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor on Oct 2, 2023 3:13:54 GMT -5

Quick Reply