OUTCAST CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING PRESENTS: REVIVAL 2023

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

SUNDAY, JULY 9th
RP DEADLINE Saturday July 8th at 3 a.m Eastern Time
LIVE! From The Tampa Theatre in Downtown Tampa Bay, Florida!
Sponsored by: C4 Energy Products
PRE-SHOW LIVE AT 6:00 PM EASTERN
REVIVAL LIVE AT 8:00 PM EASTERN
POST-SHOW/ANARCHY PREVIEW 11 PM Eastern
RISE CARD POSTED 10:30 PM EASTERN
ANARCHY CARD POSTED 11 PM EASTERN

PRE-SHOW Matches:


Constance Amendola vs. Jenna Delight vs. Ash Quinn
Triple Threat Standard 1 Fall to Finish.
Winner secures spot in Revival Title Match later in night!
1 RP each at 1k words with 500 word buffer

Ariana Decker and Carly Black vs. Destiny Michaels and Benjamin Finn Maddox
Tag Team Match
Standard 1 Fall to Finish
Winning team secures spot for each of them in Revival Title Match later in night!
1 RP each competitor at 1k words with 500 word buffer

Lucy Sixx vs. Leon Dread
Number 1 Contender's Match for the RISE World Championship
First Blood Match
1 RP each at 1k words with 500 word buffer.

Cage Eames vs. Colossus 
Strong Man Competition
Suplex Match
Each Competitor MUST Hit a Suplex of any sort in order to pin opponent.
Pin attempts without a suplex preceding will not be counted.
3 pin attempts without a suplex and competitor is DQ’d
Winner secures spot in Revival Title Match later in night!
1 RP each at 1k words with 500 word buffer.

Ciela Luiz vs. Diamond Rose
OCW: RISE Elevate World Championship
Falls Count Anywhere.
Winner by Pinfall or Submission 
2 rp each at 1500 words, 500 word buffer


REVIVAL LIVE FROM TAMPA

Undercard:

Hanari Carnes vs. Kyleigh Everhart
Strikes Only.
Submission Specialist Hanari Carnes lethal arm bar BANNED.
Winner secures spot in Revival Title Match later in night!
2 RP 2k word limit with 500 word buffer
First RP MUST be a Cold Open

Lilith vs. Jennifer Enigma
Lilith’s Tea Party
The ring will be set up like a child’s tea party with teddy bears and plastic tables and sippy cups.
The winner is the first to put their opponent THROUGH a tea party table.
Winner secures spot in Revival Title Match later in night!
SPECIAL: 1 RP 1k word limit with 500 word buffer

Michael Maddox vs. Moxie Monarch
Cross Branded
1 Fall to Finish
Winner secures spot in Revival Title Match later in night!
2 RP 2k word limit with 500 word buffer
First RP MUST be a Cold Open

Mandii Rider* vs. Axis
Ladder Match for REVIVAL Final Spot
Winner will grab the OCW logo hanging on a chain from the rafters. Whoever grabs it and pulls it down first, wins.
Winner secures spot in Revival Title Match later in night!
2 RP 2k word limit with 500 word buffer
First RP MUST be a Cold Open

Presentation of the NEW OCW WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES: Britlyn Baylor and Eric Drake highlight the new titles, and introduce the new tournament upcoming on Anarchy to win them.

WINNERS OF REVIVAL QUALIFYING MATCHES
REVIVAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
8 Competitor Single Elimination. BOTH BRANDS
Pin Falls or Submissions.
Winner will receive OCW Revival Title Belt that may be either held until the next Revival (with a chance for a second, third, so on) or cashed in for a title match at ANY show for ANY title they choose on either brand.

RISE BRAND TITLE MATCH
Spencer Adams vs. Trent Killjoy
OCW RISE WORLD TITLE
2 out of 3 Falls
2 rp each at 1500 words with 500 word buffer.

“Angel of Death” Damien Calaway vs. Chris Chaos*
OCW Rebellion Championship
Standard 1 Fall to Finish
2 RP 2k word limit with 500 word buffer
First RP MUST be a Cold Open



Alexandra Calaway vs. Brooke Blakely
Last Woman Standing
Outcast Anarchy Championship
2 RP 2k word limit with 500 word buffer
First RP MUST be a Cold Open


SYNN © vs Easton Alexander
Access Denied REMATCH
SYNN is the reigning OCW World Champion......but that's the previous belt from the previous company. 
Can the champ win and carry TWO belts with the OCW name? Or will Easton Alexander spoil the party and kick of the new OCW as their WORLD CHAMPION?
1 Fall to Finish
Outcast World Heavyweight Championship
2 RP 2k word limit with 500 word buffer
First RP MUST be a Cold Open





RP DEADLINE SATURDAY JULY 8th at 3 am eastern time. That is 2 weeks to get those RP's UP!

* =Subject to change. 

For those confused about a cold open. What that means is that your first RP cannot mention anything said by your opponent about you during this RP cycle. So if your opponent posts first, your first RP cannot reply to anything they said. Post your first as if you're posting first and they haven't responded yet, even if that is not the case. If it is a multiple RP match, after you've both posted 1, well, then its fair game. Any questions inbox me here or the discord and I'll be more than happy to explain further.

REVIVAL TITLE MATCH: If your match is a qualifier for the REVIVAL title match all you need to do is mention it in your RP for assigned match. 
How its judged: Since there aren't individual RP's FOR it, it is based off body of work. Whoever the competitors are, their best RP (if multiple) or their RP (if 1) wull be weighed against the other competitors in said match, and the best overall RP wins it. 

This show is our Wrestlemania every year, and we're starting with it! I have faith in all of you that this can be a fantastic show! Show up, show out and show them all why WE. ARE. OUTCASTS! 

---Britlyn

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

Marlena Sanchez From Peoria, Illinois, please welcome “The Sorceress of Sin” Constance Amendola!!!!!



Constance is in the middle of the ring, waving around at the audience. The ring announcer raises the microphone to introduce the next competitor who is also already standing in the ring.


Marlena Sanchez: From Dayton, Ohio, please welcome Ash Quinn!!!!!!!!



[Jenna Delight appears on stage bouncing and dancing along to her entrance music as the live crowd gives her a loud positive reaction. She stands with a lollipop in her mouth for a few seconds before getting ready to head down to the ring.]



Marlena Sanchez: Making her way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California … weighing in at 110 pounds ….. Jenna Delight!

She takes a moment to take it all in before sprinting down the aisle and sliding effortlessly into the ring under the bottom rope. From here, she runs to the far corner and scales the turnbuckle without breaking her stride, where a fist thrown into the air is greeted with yet more cheers. She jumps backwards, spinning as she goes, so she lands facing the opposite direction and then runs to that turnbuckle to repeat the process. With her crowd baiting shenanigans over, she picks a spot in the ring and bounces on it, psyched up for the upcoming battle.

St. James: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's highly anticipated match featuring three of the most talented women in the ring: Constance Amendola, Jenna Delight, and Ash Quinn!



Hansley: The crowd is electric with anticipation as these fierce competitors prepare to showcase their skills.





The bell rings, and the match is underway! Constance, known for her technical prowess, quickly takes control of the match, engaging Jenna Delight in a grappling exchange. Constance demonstrates her mastery of submission holds, maneuvering Jenna into a hammerlock and executing a flawless transition into her devastating finisher, the Diamond Crusher (Hammerlock DDT)! The impact echoes through the arena as Jenna crashes to the mat, dazed and in pain.




St. James "What an incredible display of technique from Constance! That Hammerlock DDT was executed with surgical precision. She's definitely staking her claim as the dominant force in this matchup."





Hansley: "Absolutely, Constance is showing why she's considered one of the best in the business. But wait, here comes Ash Quinn, looking to capitalize on Jenna's vulnerable state!"


Ash Quinn, a powerhouse with a reputation for her raw strength, charges towards Constance with a thunderous clothesline. But Constance anticipates the attack and evades just in time, causing Ash to crash into the turnbuckle. Seizing the opportunity, Constance delivers a lightning-fast combination of strikes, stunning Ash and leaving her reeling.


London: "Constance is proving to be one step ahead tonight! She's displaying an impressive mix of technical skill and agility, leaving Ash struggling to regain her composure."





St. James: "Constance is firing on all cylinders, but Ash is not one to be underestimated. She's got the heart of a lion and the power to match. Let's see if she can mount a comeback!"





Ash, determined not to be defeated easily, summons her strength and fights back with a barrage of powerful strikes. She manages to regain control temporarily, but Constance's resilience and ring awareness shine through. With a well-timed counter, Constance seizes the moment, locks in the hammerlock, and executes the Diamond Crusher (Hammerlock DDT) once again, this time on Ash Quinn!




Hansley: "Unbelievable! Constance is a force to be reckoned with tonight. She's just pinned Ash Quinn after hitting her signature move for the second time! The impact of that Hammerlock DDT is jaw-dropping."


London: "Constance's precision and execution are unparalleled. She's truly making a statement here tonight, showing that she can handle not just one, but two opponents at once!"


The referee counts the pinfall, and Constance Amendola emerges victorious, pinning both Jenna Delight and Ash Quinn after delivering the Diamond Crusher (Hammerlock DDT) with incredible finesse. The crowd erupts in applause, acknowledging the skill and dominance displayed by Constance in this impressive triple threat match.

---

Britlyn is on the phone with who is assumed to be her attorney's. She seemed pleased, but skeptical.



Britlyn: "okay, okay."



She rolls her eyes.



Britlyn: "I get it. I'll send it over right now. I don't have time to mess around, we have a show to produce! Whatever it takes to get him here--fine....we'll give it to him. Just get him here."



She hangs up as a fax comes through. She picks it up, looking at it.



Britlyn: "Jolie, I need you to shoot down to Clearwater and deliver Mr. Chaos his contract. It's urgent...."



Jolie: "But this is my RISE roster pre-show....I....I...."



Britlyn gives her that big sister look and Jolie sighs, grabbing the contract and walking out, shutting the door hard behind her.

---

Seven Nation Army by the White Stripes plays as Carley and Ariana come out waving their pom poms. The fans cheer loudly as the duo skip down the ramp. They hand their pom poms to some fans before sliding in the ring and awaiting their opponents.



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



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



Ding. Ding.



The bell rings as Maddox and Carley exit the ring leaving Destiny and Ariana to begin the contest. The two women lock up and Ariana shows her quickness as she whips behind Destiny. Ariana locks in a hammerlock. Destiny quickly fights out as she sends Ariana into the ropes. Ariana bounces back and attempts a clothesline. Destiny ducks under it. As Ariana recoiled Destiny catches her with a big kick. Ariana falls to the ground as Destiny begins taunting her a bit. Destiny leans down to keep trash talking as Ariana rolls her up in a small package.





1…

2..

No!



Destiny fights out as Ariana indicates how close she was on her fingers. Destiny runs and attempts a curb stomp. Ariana quickly rolls to her corner and tags in Carley. The duo is showing their teamwork and chemistry early. Carley smirks as she points to Benjamin. The fans cheer as Destiny makes the tag to her partner. Benjamin slowly enters but Carley starts on the off with a Dropkick to Benjamin's knee rocking him off his feet. She runs and attempts a shining wizard but he catches her. He makes it to a vertical base and runs, catapulting the much smaller Carley over the ropes with a thunderous power bomb. Destiny hops off the apron and rolls Carley back inside. Ariana hops down and gets in Destiny's face.



Back inside the ring, Benjamin is watching the action at ring side, as is the referee. Carley sneaks up behind him and rolls him up. He breaks out immediately but is met with a superkick from Carley. As Benjamin stumbles backward, Carley quickly climbs to the top rope, positioning herself for a high-risk maneuver. The crowd erupts with anticipation as Carley takes flight, executing a picture-perfect Shooting Star Press. The impact of the move echoes throughout the arena as she hooks Benjamin's leg for the pin.





1...

2…





But Destiny springs into action, breaking up the pin just in the nick of time. The referee admonishes her, trying to restore order in the ring. Meanwhile, Ariana rushes over to assist Carley, encouraging her to stay focused and keep fighting. Carley, fueled by the support of her partner and the roaring crowd, rises to her feet. She and Benjamin engage in a fierce back-and-forth exchange of strikes and counters. The intensity builds with each blow, as they both display their unwavering determination to come out on top. As Carley struggles to get back on her feet after the devastating move, Benjamin seizes the opportunity and quickly capitalizes. He delivers a powerful spinebuster, shaking the ring, and goes for the cover.





1...

2…





But at the last moment, Ariana lunges forward, breaking up the pin with a diving elbow drop. The crowd gasps in disbelief as the match continues. Ariana drags Carley towards their corner and encourages her partner to tag her in.





Carley, summoning her remaining strength, reaches out and tags Ariana, who enters the ring like a firecracker. She unleashes a barrage of lightning-fast strikes and high-flying maneuvers, temporarily turning the tide in their favor. The crowd rallies behind the underdog duo, sensing a potential comeback.





However, Destiny, fueled by frustration and her desire to secure victory, digs deep and fights back. She counters one of Ariana's high-risk moves with a thunderous powerbomb, leaving Ariana writhing in pain on the mat. Destiny smirks at her fallen opponent, confident in her impending triumph. Meanwhile, Benjamin recovers and positions himself for his signature move. He hoists Carley onto his shoulders, ready to deliver the Maddox's Wrath. The crowd gasps, fearing the worst for Carley.





But just as Benjamin is about to execute his devastating finisher, Ariana, refusing to let her partner be defeated, musters the last of her strength and charges forward. With lightning speed, she executes a spectacular springboard dropkick, stunning Benjamin and causing him to release Carley.



The audience erupts with excitement as the tables turn once again. Ariana crawls towards Carley, urging her to make the tag. With a surge of adrenaline, Carley stretches out her hand, and Ariana finally makes the tag, stepping back into the ring. Ariana unleashes a flurry of strikes, leaving Destiny reeling. She climbs to the top rope and leaps off, hitting a breathtaking Shooting Star Press. DESTINY ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY. 

Ariana crashes hard on her mid-section, and Destiny quickly covers, pinning both legs behind her ears.

The impact reverberated through the arena as the referee counts.



1...

2...

3!





The bell rings, signifying Destiny and Benjamin's victory. The crowd is stunned into silence as the realization sets in. Destiny and Benjamin, though bruised and exhausted, celebrate their hard-fought win, raising their arms in triumph. Carley and Ariana, disappointed but gracious in defeat, slowly exit the ring, acknowledging their opponents' superior performance. The crowd, appreciating the incredible display of athleticism and skill from both teams, applauds them all for their efforts.



Ring Announcer: Your winner by Pinfall DESTINY MICHALES AND BENJAMIN MADDOX!!!!!



Destiny and Benjamin, with their heads held high, soak in the cheers from the audience. They exit the ring, determined to continue their path of dominance in the wrestling world, while Carley and Ariana vow to regroup, train harder, and return stronger in their pursuit of victory.

---

The camera cuts to Jenny Myst, sitting on the couch in her dressing room. She is texting with someone on her iPhone when there is a knock at her door. She ignores it. They knock again. She sets her phone down with an eye roll and walks over to the door. She opens it.



“What?”



Standing there is a UPS delivery person. They have a box and an envelope in their hand. “Is this Ms. Jennifer Samb–” Jenny hushes him, as to not say her real government name on television.



“Yes, yes, give me that and go.” She snatches the package, signs the digital signature pad, and shuts the door. Setting the package down she looks at the card.



JENNY


She shudders as she opens it. There is glitter all over the outside. Ugh.



As she opened the card, something fell out. She picks it up. It was a gift card for Build-A-Bear.



The card was signed by “Your Admirer”. She huffed, tossing the card away. She opened the box, because, why not?



Her eyes went wide as she gasped. Reaching into the box, she pulled out a bear wearing a blonde wig and HER RING GEAR.



“What the hell?!”

---

The camera zooms in on Alexandra Calaway, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she confidently takes her seat. The room almost seems to go cold and you can see Lindy shiver a bit. Alexandra’s wicked smile gets bigger and Lindy starts to speak.



Interviewer (Lindy LeRoux): Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Lindy LeRoux, and today I have the privilege of sitting down with the cunning and controversial Alexandra Calaway. Alexandra, thank you for gracing us with your presence. You have a highly anticipated Outcast Anarchy Championship match coming up against Brooke Blakely. How are you feeling about this opportunity to prove your dominance?





Alexandra Calaway: Lindy, thank you for acknowledging my greatness. As for the upcoming match, it's merely a formality. Brooke Blakely is just another pawn in my quest for total control. While some may doubt my abilities, I relish the opportunity to expose her weaknesses and assert my dominance over her and the entire wrestling world, like I’ve been doing my whole career.


Lindy nods as Alexandra sits back, lightly tapping her fingers on the chair arm, her eyes never leaving Lindy, which seems to cause the woman’s shiver to get worse. This again, tugs at the corners of Alexandra’s mouth, bringing out a wicked smile.



Lindy LeRoux: Brooke Blakely is known for her fierce and relentless style in the ring. How do you plan on using her aggression against her to secure a victory?



Suddenly, the screen behind them shows a montage of Brooke Blakely's most intense matches, with Alexandra studying each move with a calculating gaze.



Alexandra Calaway: Ah, Brooke Blakely, the so-called epitome of aggression. Little does she know, her ferocity plays right into my hands. I thrive on chaos and unpredictability. I have studied Brooke's every move, and I've identified her weaknesses. I will use her own aggression against her, exploiting her reckless tendencies and turning them into her downfall. When she realizes that her aggression is futile against my calculated brilliance, it will be too late. She seems to believe that I am beyond my prime, but you see, like a fine wine, I only get better with age.



Alexandra leans forward, her eyes gleaming with malice. Lindy clearly is more than a little bit intimidated with Alexandra as she tries to continue her interview. The camera cuts to a close-up of Alexandra's hand, her fingers flexing, as if eagerly anticipating the opportunity to strike.



Lindy LeRoux: It's no secret that you have a loyal following of fans who revel in your unapologetic villainy. How do you plan on manipulating their energy to your advantage in the upcoming match?



Alexandra's expression turns sinister, and a montage of her manipulating the crowd with her words and actions flashes across the screen. Alexandra's icy blue eyes lock with the camera, her voice dripping with venomous confidence.



Alexandra Calaway: My loyal followers, the ones who truly understand the art of manipulation, are my secret weapon. They revel in my wickedness, and their adoration empowers me. I will harness their energy, stoking the flames of chaos and discord in the arena. Those who don’t their boos will fuel my aggression, and their jeers will only make me stronger. I am the puppeteer, and they are the marionettes dancing to my tune. Together, we will drown out any support Brooke Blakely may have and ensure that victory is mine.



The crowd's boos grow louder, mixing with chants of disapproval as Alexandra smirks, reveling in their animosity.



Lindy LeRoux: It seems that Outcast Championship Wrestling is a proving ground for chaotic natured competitors. How do you plan on exploiting the chaotic nature of this company and emerging as it’s Anarchy Champion?



Alexandra's eyes gleam with excitement as she leans forward, her voice laced with anticipation. Her fingers tap rhythmically on the chair arm, reflecting her mind's calculations.



Alexandra Calaway: Ah, chaos, my dearest ally. The Outcast Anarchy Championship was tailor-made for my brilliance. In the midst of pandemonium, others will falter, but I will thrive. I am no stranger to the unpredictability of this environment, and I have spent countless hours studying past matches to master its intricacies. When the dust settles and the chaos consumes all, I will be the one left standing, victorious and untouchable.


Suddenly, the screen behind them displays images of Alexandra engaging in brutal and chaotic brawls, showcasing her adaptability and ruthlessness. Her barbed wire matches, her steel cage matches, her Clockwork House of Fun match, and even those hardcore matches where she walked out with any of her nineteen hardcore championships.



Lindy LeRoux: Lastly, Alexandra, do you have any final words for Brooke Blakely ahead of your match?



Alexandra leaned forward looking into the camera at this point, as if she was looking directly into the eyes of her opponent Brooke, that wicked smirk, now a cold straight line, matching the coldness in her eyes.



Alexandra Calaway: Brooke, my dear, you are but a pawn in my grand design. While you may think you stand a chance, understand that I am no ordinary opponent. Your aggression, your relentless pursuit, it means nothing in the face of my cunning and manipulation. Prepare yourself for a lesson in humility. Prepare yourself for the cold reality that in this ring, there is no escape from the clutches of Alexandra Calaway. Your destiny is sealed, and it will be my pleasure to ensure your downfall.



Alexandra stands and so does Lindy at that time. Alexandra starts to remove her pack for the microphone as Lindy speaks. Alexandra grabs Lindy’s collar and smirks, pulling her in close, using the other woman's microphone to speak.



Lindy LeRoux: Well, there you have it, folks. Alexandra Calaway, fueled by her devious nature, is poised to showcase her dominance in the upcoming Outcast Anarchy Championship match against Brooke Blakely. Thank you for joining us, Alexandra, and may chaos reign in your favor.



Alexandra Calaway: Lindy, your feeble attempt at understanding my brilliance is amusing. Chaos is my playground, and victory is inevitable. Remember my name, for it will be etched in the annals of wrestling history.





The scene fades out with Alexandra shoving the woman back and walking off the screen, Lindy’s chest heaving from fear.

---

Marlena Sanchez: The following is a first-blood match for a number one contender ship for the Rise World Championship!




"Eye of Chaos" by Once Human hits as Lucy Sixx steps out and makes her way down to the ring.



Marlena Sanchez: Introducing first, from Hell, Michigan LUCY SIXX!



St. James: Later tonight we will crown our first-ever Rise World Champion on Revival so this match will be just a small taste of what's to come.



London: Such a brutal match lined up, both of these competitors are going to really have to give it their all and pray they have thick skin to make it out of this match the winner.



Hansley: One thing is for sure, Lucy Sixx looks like she's ready to get her hands bloody.



Sixx stands in the corner of the ring and looks down the ramp at the entrance. "Eye of Chaos" by Once Human is replaced by "Slip to The Void" by Alter Bridge “Hell’s Soldier” Leon Dread begins to make his way to the ring not taking his eyes off Sixx.





Marlena Sanchez: And her opponent from Salem, Massachusetts…….. “Hell’s Soldier” LEON DREAD!



London: Is it just me or does Leon look like he could rip Lucy's face off with his teeth.



St. James: Lucy will definitely have her work cut out for her if Leon's bite is anything like his bark.



Hansley: Leon's teeth and biting aside, the look Lucy is giving in the ring says a lot about how prepared for this match she seems to be. With the difference in height and weight, she's going to have to come up with some alternative ways to win this match.



The two exchange a look in the ring before the bell



Ding Ding Ding



Sixx and Dread lock up in the middle of the ring, Dread quickly gaining an upper hand on Sixx and sending her back into the ropes. After a couple of hits to the top of the head Dread flings her to the opposite side of the ring causing Sixx to bounce off the ropes and run into an elbow by Dread. Sixx hits the mat while Dread stands over her but only for a moment. Dread goes to pull Sixx up from the mat before Sixx digs her nails into the Hell's Soldier's face causing him to stumble back. Sixx runs back to the ropes using them as momentum and sends Dread back into the opposite ropes with a drop kick to the chest. Dread bounces off the ropes and goes to pull Sixx to her feet but is tripped up by Sixx causing him to fall to the mat next to her. Once again, Sixx digs her nails into the face of Dread, blinding him just long enough to roll out of the ring and begin digging under neither.



St. James: It looks like Lucy is looking for a weapon to even the playing field!



Hansley: She's doing a pretty impressive job keeping up with Leon Dread so far, I have to admit I didn't have much hope in her being able to be on top at all this match.



London: As long as you are resourceful in this type of match you can gain the upper hand at any time.



After a few moments of digging, Sixx pulls out a baseball bat from under the rip. She's just about to toss it to the side when her face is met with a big boot from Dread. Sixx goes down holding the side of her head while Dread stands over her then begins pulling her up to her feet. Sixx is on her feet but before Dread can send a hard right hook to her temple she ducks and manages to reach the bat she originally wasn't planning to use. Turning around quickly, she goes to swing on Dread but Dread grabs the bat and pulls it from Sixx's hands. Dread goes to swing on Sixx with the bat but she ducks just in time but sadly doesn't see the blow to her back coming causing her to hit the ground.



St. James: Leon Dread getting back on top of this match by overpowering Sixx for that baseball bat.



London: That smack to the back looked like it hurt and Dread is a pretty powerful looking guy, I can't imagine what her spine feels like right now.



Hansley: It took her too long to find that one weapon and she didn't end up using it when she should have. More moves like that will definitely put her at a loss if she doesn't watch it.



Dread drops the bat and pulls Sixx up to her feet before flinging her into the ring post. Sixx uses the post to aid her in standing and slowly turns around into a Spine Buster from Dread. Sixx hits the ground hard holding the back of her head as Dread stands to his feet. He pulls Sixx back to their feet and rolls her into the ring. Sixx lays out in the ring while Dread searches under the ring for a different weapon. Taking only seconds, he pulls a chair from under the ring and slides in next to Sixx. Dread stands to his feet and goes to slam the Chair into Sixx's face but halfway down Sixx puts her feet up and manages to stop the attack on her face. Dread, taken off guard, stumbles back only slightly while Sixx holds her knees. Dread bends down and pulls Sixx up by her hair, chair in his other hand, and sends her into the ropes. Sixx bounces off the ropes while Dread holds the chair over his head ready to nail Sixx in the head. Dread comes down with the chair but is met with a dropkick to the chest causing him to stumble back doubled over. Sixx takes this chance to perform a superkick to the chair causing the chair to bounce off Dread's skull. Dread falls to the mat, dropping the chair to his side and holding his head.



St. James: Sixx with a comeback superkick! Impressive moveset and use of the chair against Hell's Soldier!



London: And that's how a woman does it!



Hansley: I'm not gonna lie, if Sixx wins this match I'll be pretty impressed. Leon Dread is a whole foot taller than her and more than double her body weight. It's going to take a miracle to win this match.



London: Or just strategic moves.



Hansley: Even being strategic will only take her so far in this match if she isn't careful. But if she does win I'd say she has a decent chance at whoever wins the Rise World Championship.



Sixx quickly grabs the chair off the mat and begins slamming it into the skull of Dread over and over until the inner part of the chair is bent. Sixx sends the tip of the chair into Dread's gut before flinging it out of the ring. Sixx looks down at Dread who is holding his cut and now turned over on his chest. She takes this opportunity to climb the corner of the ring and goes for Metal Inquisition (Coffin Drop) successfully causing Dread to lay flat on the mat.



St. James: Metal Inquisition by Lucy Sixx! It seems like her game plan right now is wearing Leon Dread down as much as she can while she can.



Hansley: Wearing him down is a smart plan but if she wastes too much time doing that she is always going to wear herself down in the process. The faster she can get him to bleed the better chances she has to win.



After getting to her feet, Sixx sends the tip of her foot into the face of Dread causing him to hold his nose and roll over onto his back. She then rubs the bottom of her foot on Dread's face. Dread suddenly grabs Sixx's ankle and attempts to pull her to the mat. Struggling, Sixx drops to a knee and begins hammering at Dread's head but to no avail. Dread manages to get an upper hand and pulls Sixx into Blizzard of Dread (Hangman's Arm Bar). Quickly, the hold is broken up by the ref but allows time for Dread to get back on his feet before Sixx. Dread pulls Sixx up into a Sidewalk Slam sending Sixx hard onto the mat. Sixx holds her lower back and Dread wastes no time to get back up to his feet. Dread walks over to the corner of the ring and begins pulling the padding off before walking back over to Sixx. Dread grabs Sixx by the back of the head and rams her face into the corner then quickly picks her up and drops her face first onto the corner.



Hansley: How is Sixx NOT bleeding?!?



St. James: Dread seems to have gotten serious about this match now. He is really focusing on Sixx's face!



London: Talk about some thick skin!



Sixx manages to pull herself to the ropes as Dread exits the ring and once again pulls another weapon from under the ring. Dread holds up a bat wrapped in barbed wire with a smile. He rolls the bat into the ring and follows in behind. Sixx manages to pull herself up to the middle rope just as Dread enters the ring and notices the bat. Dread picks himself up but leaves the bat on the mat as he walks over to Sixx. Dread goes for a blow to the skull but is met with only air. Sixx moves just in time and is quick to gain her footing. Quickly, Sixx rams her foot into the back of Dread's knee causing him to fall down onto one knee. She sends a kick to the back of Dread's head causing him to fall forward before practically stomping on the back of his neck. Dread falls to the mat and Sixx runs to the bat wrapped in barbed wire.



St. James: This match may be over soon! If Sixx gets her hands on that bat she could win!



Hansley: I wouldn't count Dread out just yet, he doesn't look like he's going to be down long. He knows that bat is in the ring and you can tell his guard is up even if his body is down.



London: Oh my god! Look out!



Suddenly, a hooded person slides out from under the ring, a black mask covering their face. They quickly slide into the ring and nail Sixx in the head with a chair. They rip the bat from Sixx's hand and drop it outside of the ring before turning toward Dread who is not looking on at what just happened using the ropes to stand.



Hansley: Who the hell is that?



St. James: It seems as though Leon Dread has a dark guardian angel watching over him.



Dread darts at the hooded person but is met with the same blow that was just delivered to Sixx.



London: Or maybe not! Chair shots for everyone!!



The hooded figure drops the chair outside of the ring before looking over the two bodies laying in the ring. They reach into their pocket and pull out a pair of brass knuckles with something sharp and shiny at the end before dropping them between Sixx and Dread. Quickly, the figure exits the ring and begins walking toward the back not looking back at the ring.



St. James: Did they just even the playing fields of this match?



London: And who are they?



Hansley: Whoever can get up first and grab that pair of spiked brass knuckles is going to win this match!


They both crawl towards the knucks, but Lucy gets her hands on them first. She pops up. Leon is on his knees. He looks at her at blows a kiss. 

Lucy has the knucks. 

BANG!

St. James: Right between the eyes............I don't care who you are, that's knocking you out!

Lucy rolls away. Leon is bleeding like a stuck pig. 

The ref calls for the bell

MARLENA SANCHEZ: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND NUMBER ONE CONTENDER.........LUCY SIXXXXX!

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We see Britlyn’s desk in her office in Tampa. It is quiet, the lights are off, and the screensaver on the computer is a bouncing OCW logo. The phone in her office rings, and after a couple of rings it goes to voicemail. A little red light comes on.



“Hey Brit….it’s uh—Cashe…. Jason Cashe. Damn, I have always wanted to do that! Anyways…..Yeah……uh, so I really enjoyed the visit down there and the catering was fantastic, but I just couldn’t wrap my head around it, ya feel me? I just had a company close cuz of funding and such and I wanted to go to a place that is rollin’ ya know? Stability. Not sayin’ you guys won’t totally slay it but uh…..yeah. I’m going with TPW. I could be soooo wrong and if so, I will gladly be back at your doorstep apologizing and asking for dark matches!!! But until then….uh….yeah….stay classy San Diego!”

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THE WAR.......IS........NOW
Anarchy.
Be Ready.

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DICK TRICKLE SHOOT ON EAMES

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St. James: This next one is gonna be a doozy, folks. We have already seen so much action tonight and now these two big bell-cows are gonna go to war.



London: A suplex match, at that. I’ve never seen one of those. Should be fun!



Hanley: If you consider a car crash to be ‘fun’, sure.



Marlena Sanchez: “This next contest is a suplex match! In order to pin their opponent, a competitor MUST hit a suplex first. Pin attempts without a suplex will not be counted!”



The crowd buzzes.



Marlena Sanchez: “Introducing first, weighing in at 330 pounds……. from New Orleans, Louisiana…….’The Beast of the Bayou, CAGEEEEE EEEAMMMMMMSSS.”





"The Man Without Fear" by Drowning Pool hits the PA system. The lights go off as a red light floods the arena, smoke engulfs the entrance and figures emerge from behind the smoke to reveal Cage Eames who walks towards the ringside area, never stopping. He circles the ring and climbs stairs, entering the ring and saluting the fans with his signature right hand forming a fist and crossing his left forearm in an X to symbolize he is going to go extreme.



Hanley: He is an extremely extreme big man, for sure, but he’s about to have 400 lbs of pure evil standing across from him…….



The drumline for "ANGST" by Rammstein 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.





Marlena Sanchez: “And his opponent, weighing 450 pounds and hailing from Van Meter, Iowa……..”The Van Meter Monster”.........COLLLLLLOOSSSSSUUUSSSSS”



Dick Trickle is walking behind him, hyping up his monster and yelling at heckling fans as they make their way down the long ramp. He doesn’t say a word but continues to walk, staring straight ahead.



Hanley: Why do I get the feeling that this isn’t gonna be to the faint of heart.



London: Because it’s probably not.



St James: They may need a backup ring after this one!



Colossus walks slowly down to the ring and up the steps.. He shakes the ropes while yelling and staring at Eames in the eyes, before stepping through and the two big men come face to face.



St. James: They are nose-to-nose here, folks, and I don’t think either one is backing down!



Colossus shoves Cage, and Cage shoves him back. Colossus swings for a giant haymaker, Cage ducks underneath, wrapping his arms around the giant's waist. He goes for a belly to back suplex to start things off, but Colossus plants, and elbows Cage in the face, forcing him to release the hold. Colossus leans back and comes off the ropes, going for a clothesline, but Cage ducks this and chops the big man in the center of the ring. Another chop, then another, then a kick to the gut. The big man bends down and Cage delivers a knee to the face, making him stagger, before coming off the ropes with a shoulder block. This takes the big man down!



London: The big man hit the deck! Cage is standing toe-to-toe with the monster here!



Colossus gets back up, a snarl on his face.



MATCH TO BE FINISHED TONIGHT.

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Applause filters in through to the backstage area as Spencer Adams stands next to OCW interviewer Chaz Theophel.



Chaz Theophel: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m joined at this time by Rise World Title challenger, Spencer Adams.



Badmon raises a brow and looks towards the camera with his mouth forming a “not bad” facial expression.





Spencer Adams: I’m not about to try to say that name, but you got yourselves a good one. Sharp, man, real sharp.



Chaz Theophel: Spencer, what is the mindset coming into tonight’s match?



Adams throws an arm over Chaz’ shoulder and leans in towards the mic.



Spencer Adams: You know, it’s funny to hear that word “challenger” get used. I’ve played the “challenger” for so long in so many people’s eyes and at a certain point, it starts to worm its way into your head and stay there uninvited. For five years, I’ve been the challenge itself. So much so that there always manages to be somebody in the mix to spoil the ending. Rarely “fair” or as clear cut as the way I’ve managed on my own, but that’s life, right? What if I told you..that Charlie Brown is tired of trying to kick that football? How do you think Lucy will respond if Charlie Brown pushes her aside and just…takes it?



Theophel looks around a bit, clearly caught off guard as Spencer removes his own arm and gently fixes Chaz’ collar.



Spencer Adams: You want to know how I feel? I feel a lot of things, but I’d rather show you who I am..who I’m about to be.



Adams turns his body angle towards Chaz more before pivoting completely and walking away after a contemplative glance.

Hansley: Why isn't he wearing a shirt, Fletch? 

St. James: Why does he do a lot of what he does? I just roll with it.

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The OCW cameras come back to the venue, which is packed with enthusiastic fans who are almost rabid, eagerly awaiting the highly anticipated match between Ciela Luiz and Diamond Rose for the OCW: RISE Elevate Championship. The atmosphere is charged with excitement as the commentators prepare to call the action. When we return to action both ladies have already entered and are standing in their respective corners.



Marlena Sanchez : Joining me in the ring at my left is DIAMOND ROSE!!! And her opponent “The Time Jumper” CIELA LUIZ!!!!!!


St. James: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for a brutal showdown! Ciela Luiz and Diamond Rose are about to battle it out for the coveted RISE Elevate Championship in a Falls Count Anywhere match!


Hansley: That's right, Falls Count Anywhere means there are no boundaries. These competitors can take the fight anywhere in the arena, and believe me, they will!


The bell rings, and the match begins. Ciela and Diamond lock eyes, each knowing what's at stake. They waste no time and engage in a fierce exchange of strikes. Ciela gains the upper hand and unleashes a series of brutal strikes, driving Diamond back into the corner. She follows up with a running knee strike, but Diamond counters with a desperation headbutt, stunning Ciela.


London: Diamond Rose with a desperate headbutt! She needed to create some separation there.



Hansley: That headbutt might have bought her some time, but Ciela is not one to back down easily. She's relentless in her pursuit of victory.


As the match continues, the competitors take advantage of the Falls Count Anywhere stipulation. They brawl their way through the ringside area, utilizing everything within reach as weapons. Ciela gains the upper hand once again and delivers a devastating suplex onto a steel chair. The impact echoes throughout the arena.


St. James: My god! Ciela just planted Diamond onto that steel chair!



London: Ciela is showing her ruthless side tonight. She's determined to walk out of here as the RISE Elevate Champion. Usually its Diamond who is the brutality extraordinaire but Ceila is playing ball at her level tonight!


Diamond refuses to stay down, displaying her resilience and fighting spirit. She fights back with a burst of energy, countering Ciela's strikes and executing high-impact maneuvers. The match reaches its climax as the competitors find themselves back inside the ring. Diamond mounts a comeback, delivering a series of high-flying maneuvers.


London: Here she comes, right on cue!



St. James: Diamond Rose is on fire! She's soaring through the air with those high-risk moves, aiming to put Ciela away.


Hansley: Ciela needs to find a way to weather this storm. Diamond is pulling out all the stops right now!



The match takes an even more brutal turn as they introduce steel chairs, kendo sticks, and even tables into the mix. The match nears its conclusion as both competitors exchange powerful strikes, each refusing to back down.


St. James: This is getting out of control! Chairs, kendo sticks, and now a table! They're turning this ring into a battleground.


Hansley: It's a warzone in there! Neither competitor is holding back. They're fighting with everything they've got.


London: The intensity is off the charts! Ciela and Diamond are throwing everything they have at each other.


St. James: This is what championship wrestling is all about—two warriors battling it out for supremacy.


Ciela catches Diamond off the ropes

LUIZ BREAKER!


St. James: Ciela with a devastating twist of fate maneuvor! Diamond Rose is down, and this could be it!


London: The referee is counting. One... two…


St. James: Wait! Diamond Rose kicks out! She refuses to surrender! The fight marches on!


Hansley: Unbelievable resilience from Diamond! She's not giving up without a fight Fletch!


The match continues, with both competitors showing signs of exhaustion. They dig deep, summoning every ounce of strength for a final push.



St. James: These two warriors are running on fumes! They've given everything, but who will come out on top?


Hansley: It's a battle of attrition. The championship hangs in the balance, and neither competitor wants to leave empty-handed.


London: We can't believe what we're witnessing! The championship is within reach for one of these competitors.



St. James: This is it, folks. The climax of an incredible battle for the RISE Elevate World Championship. Who will emerge victorious?



The crowd is on the edge of their seats, cheering and gasping with every near fall and devastating strike. The match reaches its thrilling conclusion as Ciela Luiz and Diamond Rose unleash their final reserves of strength and determination. The audience is on the edge of their seats, fully invested in the battle for the RISE Elevate World Championship. In a display of unwavering determination, Ciela launches a blistering combination of strikes, overwhelming Diamond Rose. The eclectic one staggers, barely able to defend herself.


St. James: The intensity of this match is reaching its peak! Both Ciela Luiz and Diamond Rose have given it their all, but there can only be one winner. Ciela Luiz is on fire! She's unloading a barrage of strikes on Diamond Rose, pushing her to the brink.


Hansley: That's right! The championship hangs in the balance, and Ciela Luiz is showing incredible resilience and skill. Can she pull off the victory? It's a relentless assault from Ciela, and Diamond is struggling to keep up. The championship is slipping away from her grasp.


Ciela seizes the opportunity and delivers a thunderous superkick, connecting flush with Diamond's jaw. The impact sends the champion crashing to the mat, the crowd erupting with excitement.


St. James: Superkick! Superkick! Ciela Luiz connects with a devastating superkick! Diamond Rose is down!


London: This could be it! Ciela has the chance to secure the victory and claim the RISE Elevate World Championship!


Hanley: The referee's counting! One... two…


St. James: No! Diamond Rose kicks out! She REFUSES to give up here!



The referee slides into position, counting the pinfall as the audience holds its breath. Ciela, fueled by determination, rises to her feet, her eyes fixed on Diamond Rose. She knows she needs to dig even deeper to secure the victory.


London: Ciela Luiz can't believe it! Diamond Rose has somehow found the strength to kick out. This match is far from over!


Hansley: The resilience of Diamond is truly remarkable. Ciela needs to stay focused and find a way to put her opponent away for good.



St. James: Easier said than done!


Ciela's confidence remains unwavering as she delivers a series of devastating strikes, wearing down Diamond Rose. Ciela set the barbed wire board up against the downed Diamond Rose. Ciela climbs the turnbuckle and looks over her shoulder judging the distance between the turnbuckle and her. Ciela seizes the moment and executes the finisher, connecting with a breathtaking moonsault from the top turnbuckle, slamming down, driving the board into Diamonds stomach and covering for the pin.



St. James: Moonsault! Moonsault! Moonsault! Ciela Luiz with an incredible moonsault! The impact mixed with the use of that barbed wire board could be enough to secure the victory!


London: The crowd is on their feet! They can sense that the championship is within Ciela's reach!



The referee is counting! One...



Two...







Three!


St. James: She did it! Ciela Luiz has done it! She defeated Diamond Rose and captured the RISE Elevate Championship!



London: What an incredible victory for Ciela Luiz! She has overcome tremendous adversity and emerged as the new RISE Elevate Champion!







St. James: This is a moment she'll never forget. Ciela has proven herself to be a worthy champion, and her journey to the top is an inspiration to us all!



Hansley: A bit quicker than we would have liked for a title match, but given the nature of it i'm not surprised! These two ladies just showed us how brutal they can both be. Diamond will be in the Elevate picture for a long time, and you have to imagine she is going to want some revenge!



Diamond is being tended to in the ring as Ciela backs up the ramp, the brand new belt in her grasp. She holds it over her head as pyro goes off……..



St. James: What a pre-show! What a RISE showcase! And we still have a match to go later in the night for the WORLD title! LIVE FROM TAMPA! STAY TUNED!


Ceila grins, putting the belt over her shoulder as the camera fades to the C4 Energy Products advertisement.




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Stone Highmore:HELLO! HOW THE HELL ARE YA AND welcome everyone to the historic Tampa Theatre in Downtown Tampa Bay, welcome to OCW Programming, and Welcome to REVIVAL! The biggest show of the year, a sold out crowd, and we are kicking off with a bang baby!



Roland Blaze: Damn right! Keeping that OCW legacy alive and doing it the right way. Awesome venue, awesome talent, awesome commentary, I might add……..plus we have a roster that is loaded to the gills with some of the best talent in the world, and growing!



Stone: We have three title matches. We’ve been on Chris Chaos watch all night, and not to mention a special announcement about the tag team division from management!

Blaze: We are creating something special, and all of you are along for the ride!



Stone: Honored to be a part of it, for sure. One of the big perks, and I find it rather unique, is the REVIVAL TITLE. We already had some qualifiers on the red brand, and we are going to get some more here shortly!



Blaze: The winner can hold that belt for a full year, and come back and defend it at this event next year! Or they can cash it in for a match of their choosing, against the champion of their choosing, on the show of their choosing!



Stone: We’ve got one of those qualifiers right now, Roland! Let’s get things underway!



Lee Bates: This match is set for one fall, and is a qualifier for the REVIVAL title match later this evening! Introducing first, 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: A fantastic technical wrestler, and one of the best pure fighters in the world. When Britlyn was about to snag him, I was ecstatic!


Blaze: I have covered him on FIGHTTV! for years. He is one of the most skilled I’ve ever seen!





”I Am the Fire”Plays as Kyleigh Everhart walks out to a mixed reaction as she walks towards the ring she slides in under the bottom rope and walks over to the ropes and stands on them as she poses for the crowd.



Lee Bates: And his opponent, from South Hampton, New York, KYLEIGH EVERHART!!!!



Stone: Lets not discount this little spitfire, however! She is very skilled as well, and she knows how to use them!



Blaze: She’s got her work cut out for here, but she says she loves a challenge! Well, here you go!


After a fantastic Pre-Show, the crowd is settled in and on their feet, eager to witness the clash between two formidable competitors. Hanari Carnes and Kyleigh Everhart stand in the ring, their eyes locked on each other, ready to engage in a striking-only battle. The referee gives the final instructions, emphasizing that Hanari Carnes lethal arm bar is prohibited.



Stone: Both competitors possess incredible striking abilities, but with Hanari Carnes arm bar banned, he'll need to rely on his other tools to secure the victory.



The crowd roars with anticipation as Hanari and Everhart step into the ring, ready to engage in a striking-only showdown. The bell rings, and they immediately lock eyes, circling each other cautiously. Hanari takes the initiative, launching a lightning-fast kick towards Everhart's midsection, but she swiftly evades the attack, showcasing his agility.



Stone: Both Hanari and Everhart are known for their technical prowess, but tonight they'll have to adapt their strategies without the arm bar in their arsenal.



Blaze: Absolutely! This adds an interesting twist to the match. Let's see how they adjust and utilize their striking abilities.



Everhart retaliates with a series of quick jabs, testing Hanari's defensive skills. He manages to block most of the strikes, countering with a powerful knee strike that catches Everhart off guard. She stumbles backward, but quickly recovers, delivering a devastating spinning backfist that sends Hanari reeling, slamming into the turnbuckle with a great amount of force..



Hanari regains her composure and charges forward, unleashing a barrage of strikes, alternating between punches and kicks. Everhart skillfully defends and retaliates with precise counterattacks.



Blaze: Hanari showing his striking prowess now, but Everhart is not backing down! She’s countering his strikes with equal precision.



Stone: This is turning into a technical showcase. Both competitors are demonstrating incredible striking skills, but neither is able to gain a clear advantage yet! What a unique match so far!



The exchange intensifies as both competitors unleash a flurry of strikes. Hanari lands a solid elbow strike to Everhart's jaw, momentarily staggering her. Seizing the opportunity, Hanari charges forward, delivering a barrage of punches and kicks. Everhart, however, demonstrates her resilience, skillfully evading and parrying the attacks. As the match progresses, the tension builds. Hanari attempts a spinning back kick, but Everhart ducks under it and counters with a lightning-quick uppercut. Hanari's head snaps back, but he refuses to stay down. He retaliates with a fierce combination of strikes, targeting Everhart's body and legs. It was at this point that Kyleigh's sister ran down the ramp to stand at the ringside, watching the match.



Blaze: The intensity of this match is escalating! Hanari and Everhart are giving it their all, but they're evenly matched in their striking abilities. Wait.. that’s Joelle Everhart.. What’s she doing out here?



Stone: Who knows, I would think she’s out here supporting her sister. Absolutely, it's a back-and-forth battle between two highly skilled competitors. Hanari is showing that he isn’t just arm bar city, he has some technical skill as well!



As the match reaches its climax, Hanari and Everhart dig deep, unleashing their most devastating strikes in an attempt to gain the upper hand. With their bodies glistening with sweat, the two competitors engage in a fierce striking exchange. Each blow lands with precision, their determination evident in every strike. Hanari showcases his agility, utilizing his acrobatic skills to deliver spinning heel kicks and flying knees. Everhart, displaying her technical prowess, focuses on precise strikes, finding openings in Hanari's defense. She connects with a devastating roundhouse kick, momentarily stunning Hanari. Sensing victory within her grasp, Everhart attempts a spinning backfist, aiming for a knockout blow. However, Hanari manages to duck under the strike, avoiding the potential devastation.



Stone: The crowd is on their feet, witnessing an incredible display of striking mastery. Hanari and Everhart are leaving it all in the ring tonight!



Blaze: They're giving everything they've got, but time is running out. They'll need to make a decisive move soon if they want to secure the victory. They can’t keep going at this pace in a fight like this!



Both competitors are now visibly fatigued, their bodies feeling the toll of the intense battle. Yet, they continue to fight with unmatched resilience and determination. Hanari attempts a high kick, but Everhart catches his leg, attempting to counter with a sweeping leg kick of her own. However, Hanari, with his impeccable balance, manages to reverse the situation, delivering a lightning-fast enzuiguri to Everhart's temple. The impact sends Everhart crashing to the mat, dazed and disoriented. Hanari seizes the moment, unleashing a final surge of energy. He ascends the turnbuckle, his body poised in mid-air as he leaps towards Everhart, executing a breathtaking flying knee strike. The crowd gasps in awe as the strike connects with precision, leaving Everhart sprawled on the canvas.



Stone: This is it! The final moments of the match! Who will deliver that decisive blow?



Blaze: Both Hanari and Everhart are pushing themselves to the limit. It's a battle of wills and endurance. To KICK OFF REVIVAL! I Love it!



It's at this point that Joelle climbs onto the ring apron and moves to Hanari. He notices her giving him a smile and smiles in return Joelle is clearly flirting with Hanari and it’s working. Hanari moves towards her, stroking her chin with his thumb, speaking something inaudible to her in spanish. She runs her fingers down his abs and he nods with a laugh, taking his attention off the fallen Kyleigh. The two look like they are about to hit it off when her expression changes, she hauls off and slaps him. This catches him off guard, he steps back into a roll up from Kyleigh.



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Stone: She did it! A little help from her sister, but she did it! Kyleigh Everhart shocks the world, and she’s going to the Revival Title Match!



Blaze: What a way to kick off a Pay Per View! Solid match between two competitors who are going to make a big impact on this deep Anarchy Roster!

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The white S-Class Benz pulls up to the front gates of Belle Harbor, the luxury condo community on Clearwater Beach. The tinted window rolls down at the gate booth, and Jolie turns down her music.



The old man in the booth smiled at her.



“1003, Mirasol.” She said, all business. “I have a delivery for a resident of yours.”



Without missing a beat or even looking at the screen he said, “Ah, Mr. Jackson.” The old man laughs to himself, “he’s always having pretty ladies come in and out of here.”



Another car pulls in the other side, but they had a residence tag. There is a slight beep as the gate to the right of her comes up and the vehicle pulls in.



“He’s had people in and out of here all morning. Something important must be going on.”


Jolie flips through the contract, looking for the name. “Yes….Jackson. Chris Jackson. And yes, something is. Please, I am on a time crunch I need to get up to his residence.”



The man grins again, sizing her up.



“Well, pretty lady, I am not sure what package you have for him but you can give it to me, I’ll make sure he gets—”



Jolie, getting frustrated now, snaps at the old flirty man.



“No. I have instructions to hand deliver it to him.”



The man smiled a toothy smile.



“Well, that’s gonna be impossible right now, miss. He isn’t here.”



“What?!”



“Yep. He left about 20 minutes ago, tore ass outta here, too. Said he had to handle some business up in Tampa. The Tampa Theatre, or something.”



Jolie was left speechless. The man just stared at her open mouthed gaze.



After a moment she regained her composure, thanked the man, and backed out. Immediately, she picked up her phone and called Brit. Voicemail.



Jolie: “Brit…..call me back…….we have a problem.”

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OCW camera’s cut to Brooke Blakely stretching out, showing her flexibility. She sees the cameras and looks directly into them. She laughs as she speaks in a conceited tone.





Brooke: “I am going to walk out there tonight and take care of business. I made the decision to stay with ocw when I had options. I am in the world series of wrestling for a reason. I am also the forever Paradigm Champion. I had the title when I came here and I trashed it. I put it where it belongs and after I finish you off Alexandra. I will put you in the garbage can next to it. Enjoy your brief time in my shadow as it is the closest to greatness you'll ever be.”



Brooke walked off briskly as she headed to the gorilla position.

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With fans still buzzing over the Carnes and Everhart war that just took place, Lee Masters takes his place in the center of the ring to introduce the next bout.



Lee Masters: The following contest is the Lilith’s Tea Party Match!



The crowd roars with excitement for the next bout as “A Demon's Fate” by Within Temptation blasts over the PA systems as smoke fills the arena. Out of the smoke comes Jennifer Enigma smiling evilly.



Lee Masters: Introducing first … from Transylvania …. Weighing in at one hundred thirty five pounds …. “Your Dark Mistress” JENNIFER ENIGMA!!!



She then skips down to the ring and climbs the steps and goes underneath the ropes. She skips over to the turnbuckle and then sits on the ropes starting at the entrance ramp. Awaiting the start of the matchup.



As this was an inter brand matchup, members from both brands were tasked with commentary. Fletcher St. James from RISE and Roland Blaze from ANARCHY.



Fletcher St. James: A new face here on Rise, looking to make a name for herself. She would do just that with a victory here tonight.



Roland Blaze: She has a better chance of winning the ugliest makeup competition. She’s going against Lilith … a woman who has revolutionized women’s wrestling and has shown that the girls can be just as brutal … if not MORE than the men. Nice knowing ya Jenny!



As commentary discusses the logistics of the match, The lights go out as a purple spotlight centers on stage. The beginning chords to "Evil In Me" by Thomas Edwards begin to kick in. The crowd is a bit confused as is commentary.



Fletcher St. James: What is going on?



Roland Blaze: Hell if I know.



A woman walks along ringside and hands Lee Masters a slip of paper which he unfolds and reads.



Lee Masters: And her opponents … From Los Angeles, California ....making their way to the ring at a combined weight of three hundred twelve pounds .... Lilith ... Sarah Twilight ... they are R.O.S.E.!!!!!!



Fletcher St. James: WHAT?!!!



Pyros shoot up from both sides of the entrance ramp and the melody finally kicks into high gear as Lilith appears at the top of the entrance ramp. She is quickly flanked by Sarah Twilight. The two join hands and begin making their way down the entrance ramp. Lilith points and laughs at the crowd, mocking them as Sarah stares forward, ignoring the sheep. The couple part at ringside as Lilith makes her way to one side of the ring and Sarah to the other. Rolling into the ring they take to opposite turnbuckles. Sarah stares forward coldly as Lilith enjoys some self appreciation among the enraged boos of the fans.

Fletcher St. James: What the hell is this?! This is a one on one matchup. Now we’ve got a handicap match?! No … absolutely not!



Jennifer Enigma shares this sentiment as she questions the referee about what was going on. The ref agrees with her and approaches Sarah, pointing her to the back as this contest was scheduled between Lilith and Jennifer.



Fletcher St. James: Exactly, get her out of here! Sarah Twilight has no place in this match!



Roland Blaze: I think this is a WONDERFUL opportunity for Enigma. Let’s us see if she deserves a push to the main roster.



Fletcher St. James: By being outnumbered?! NO! I think she’s very ready to prove herself against LILITH … in one on one competition.



As commentary argues the issue, and the referee continues to demand that Sarah leave the ring, Eric Drake emerges on the ramp.



Eric Drake: Hold on, hold on, hold on, HOLD ON!



Everyone’s attention is drawn to the ramp as Eric makes his official announcement.



Eric Drake: Lilith … you want to bring Sarah here with you … fine! This WILL be a tag team versus Jennifer Enigma with the same caveat that whoever goes through a tea table first loses …



The crowd vocally BOOS this decision. However, Eric continues.



Eric Drake: However … this will NOT be two versus one with the two of you competing at the same time. You WILL have to tag in and out and if EITHER of you go through one of those tables, you lose!



There are SOME cheers from the crowd at this but mostly people were not happy about this decision. With Eric making things official the bell is rung.



Fletcher St. James: I can’t even believe that just happened. What a travesty.



Roland Blaze: What an opportunity! Fletch, Jenny has a chance to shine here … she won’t, but she has a chance. That should make you ecstatic.



With this news, Sarah is instructed to the apron as Lilith was starting the match. The bell is officially rung and Jennifer has no time to think about protest. She immediately grabs tea cups and saucer plates and begins CHUCKING them at Lilith, dazing the brunette as the objects shatter against her upon impact.



Fletcher St. James: Right out of the gate, Enigma bringing the fight!



Roland Blaze: What a little cheat! Lilith clearly wasn’t ready yet.



Fletcher St. James: Are you serious?! This just became a two versus one handicap match last second and you’re talking about LILITH being ready?! Enigma was just blindsided with this and is doing whatever she has to do!



Roland Blaze: I’m just calling it how I see it!



Jennifer follows up the porcelain assault with a front dropkick to Lilith’s chest and abdomen which BLASTS her into the corner. Jennifer doesn’t relent as she now pummels Lilith against the turnbuckle and hoists her up. The crowd is sympathetic toward the “Dark Mistress” and cheer her on as she checks behind her to see that a tea table was lined up for use. Satisfied with this, she hooks Lilith for a superplex.



Fletcher St. James: And she’s looking to end it early! Lilith is dazed, going through the table secures this for Enigma!



Roland Blaze: This is not fair! Lilith wasn’t ready and this little cheater is going to steal this!



Fletcher St. James: Gimmie a break!



Jennifer lifts up and delivers the superplex. The crowd roaring as she does.



Fletcher St. James: It’s over … wait … NO!



But as she does, Sarah slides the tea table out of the way and Lilith is sent crashing into the canvas and NOT through the table.



Roland Blaze: YES! Lilith avoids disaster. That sneaky cheat doesn’t get away with it.



Fletcher St. James: She’d better thank her lucky stars because this should have been over.



Enigma remains on the attack even though she wasn’t able to put Lilith through the table thanks to Sarah. She hauls Lilith to her feet and suddenly finds herself in Lilith’s death grip as the brunette DIGS her long, perfect fingernails into Jennifer’s face and skull. Enigma is rendered helpless as Lilith DRAGS her across the ring by her face and makes a tag to Sarah.



Roland Blaze: And NOW we get to see this little cheat suffer the consequences!



Fletcher St. James: You’re unreal … two versus one and because Enigma got the jump on Lilith you think this … this complete deck stacking is justified?!



Roland Blaze: I see Lilith doing as she pleases with Jennifer right now … Sarah is just an added bonus. The outcome would still be the same.



Twilight tags in and continues the assault on Enigma. She targets her face and head with lasered punches to heavy boos from the crowd. Sarah follows up by taking plate after plate and SMASHING them over Enigma’s head as penance for throwing these things at her wife.



Fletcher St. James: I can’t believe this massacre was approved by Eric. This is completely ridiculous!



Roland Blaze: Oh, when Enigma jumped the gun at the start it was brave and inspiring … now that she’s having her ass handed to her it’s ridiculous?



Fletcher St. James: It’s TWO versus ONE!



Roland Blaze: All I’m hearing are excuses.



With Enigma down, Sarah STOMPS on her extremities. Slowly, and maliciously picking her apart. The crowd continues to show their displeasure to the ongoings. Sarah is almost toying with Jennifer at this point as she turns back to Lilith with a smirk, ready to tag her back in. However, before she can do this, she notices Lilith getting hit with an object thrown from the crowd. Upon further inspection it seems that a teddy bear was thrown at Lilith’s head. Although the soft, plush toy does no damage to the brunette, it certainly catches her off guard and catches Sarah’s attention.



Roland Blaze: What the hell is this now?! Get security down here! Talent is being assaulted by these idiots in the stands!



Cameras catch the perpetrator who was making no attempts to hide what they’d done. It was MIKE ZYBALA of the original OCW.



Fletcher St. James: Hahahaha! Mike Zybala reminding Lilith of how much she stinks!



Roland Blaze: Get him out of here! This isn’t that crusty old company he was minority owner of. This place has CLASS!



Fletcher St. James: I find this so very amusing.



Roland Blaze: You would!



The incident has Lilith on the apron, looking at Zybala with some disdain for his actions. Sarah is glaring a hole through him as she approaches the ropes, mouthing several obscenities at him. Zybala chuckles a bit before making his way up through the crowd, pleased with the reactions. This distraction had given Jennifer time to recover and as Sarah finally returns her focus to the match, she turns right into a jawbreaker by Enigma.



Fletcher St. James: Woah! A comeback from Enigma! Twilight is reeling!



Jennifer follows up with a clothesline, sending Twilight to the canvas. The redhead rolls back to her feet and Enigma quickly sends her back down with a snap suplex. The “Demon Witch” now positions one of the tea tables as she prepares to send Twilight through it.



Fletcher St. James: Despite the odds, Jennifer Enigma is looking to take this! What a victory this would be for the upstart.



Roland Blaze: Despite the odds?! More like that has been Zybala causing a distraction by assaulting Lilith with a teddy bear! ASSAULT Fletch, ASSAULT! Where are the cops?!



Jennifer lays Sarah on top of one of the tea tables and begins to ascend the turnbuckle. The crowd now heavily behind her as the roars elevate. She stands atop the turnbuckle and measures Sarah, leaping off as the Mistress comes crashing down!



Fletcher St. James: It’s over!



Roland Blaze: NO!



But Twilight rolls out of the way and instead Jennifer headbutts the TABLE! The crowd gasps.



Roland Blaze: Oh she’s sooooo damn lucky!



However, she does not go THROUGH the plastic table as the headbutt alone without Sarah’s weight below it was not enough to break the table. Enigma is however quite dazed from the impact.



Fletcher St. James: So close, but Twilight the veteran is able to get out of the way before impact.



With Enigma dazed, Sarah wrenches her head as she hauls her up, only to plant her with a snap DDT into the canvas. Jennifer is out of it as the wicked redhead makes her way over to her wife, Lilith and tags her back into the match. Lilith enters the ring and with an unrivaled level of arrogance she takes a seat on top of one of the plastic tables and pours herself a cup of tea from the teapot into one of the remaining cups, sipping it as she watches Jennifer crawling to get back to her feet.



Fletcher St. James: Lilith just adding insult to injury at this point. How nice, you have a partner to allow you to behave this way.



Roland Blaze: Oh shut up! You were all high and mighty talking about how valiant Enigma was … until it just didn’t work out. Now she has to pay the piper!



Lilith finishes her tea as Enigma manages to pull herself up on the ropes. Lilith watches her and just gives off the sweetest, yet most sinister smile as she waits, stalking Jennifer like prey. As Enigma finally makes it to a vertical base, she turns into Lilith only to be BLASTED in the face by the teapot! It shatters on impact, sending porcelain and hot tea all over Jennifer's face.



Fletcher St. James: Oh my GOD! That scalding tea burning the face of Enigma!



Roland Blaze: Hahaha! This is great!



Enigma screams out as her face is burned by the hot liquid and rendering her unable to see as she stumbles around, trying to wipe her face. Lilith does not give her any reprieve as she grabs Jennifer by the throat and hauls her up.



Roland Blaze: CHOKESLAM!



Enigma is blasted THROUGH the table as Lilith sends her CRASHING through it with a nasty chokeslam. The bell rings.



Lee Masters: Here are your winners …. Sarah Twilight … Lilith …. R.O.S.E.!!!!



Fletcher St. James: How disgusting …



Roland Blaze: The fact that you thought she had a chance is what’s disgusting. Things turned out exactly how they should have.



“Evil In Me” blasts over the loudspeakers as Sarah joins her wife in the ring, now holding a microphone. The theme music dies down and the crowd is hostile at what they’d just witnessed. Sarah ignores their hatred as she pulls the microphone to her lips.



Sarah: All of this talk about “classic” OCW … all of the history … all of the triumphs … and all of the FAILURES!!!



Elevated boos erupt from the raucous crowd.



Sarah: If we’re going to talk about the “classics” … then there is no better place to start than with R.O.S.E.



Sarah and Lilith both smirk as the crowd just continues to show their hatred for the duo.



Sarah: Let’s take that little trip down memory lane, shall we? And let’s start with a little something called the “Oh Shit” contract … which I won on my very first night in that shithole of a company.



More emphatic boos ring out.



Roland Blaze: Facts.



Sarah: To those of you too stupid to understand what that was … and let’s be honest, that’s pretty much all of you … that contract gave me the right to challenge for any championship at ANY time of my choosing.



Sarah paces back and forth in the ring as the crowd continues to show their disdain. Lilith simply finds this amusing and is actively laughing AT the crowd.



Sarah: So you want to talk about history … Lilith and I MADE history when I cashed in that contract for us to become the OCW Tag Team Champions! We MADE history each and every time we stepped foot in this ring DESPITE you ungrateful swine!



Lilith nods her head with a HUGE grin spread across her face knowing that every last word Sarah was saying was the truth. Sarah just gets more focused and seemingly angry at the lack of appreciation.



Roland Blaze: More facts.



Fletcher St. James: I get that they’ve accomplished a bunch of stuff, but is this really the way to endear yourself to the fans?



Roland Blaze: Sarah and Lilith Twilight owe nothing to these people. They are STARS and these morons should be grateful to have the privilege of being in their presence!



Sarah: And once again … despite you pathetic SHEEP … we are here to make history…



Sarah looks down at the fallen Jennifer Enigma and a wicked smirk spreads over her lips.



Sarah: The thing about history … it tends to repeat itself!



She drops the mic as “Evil In Me” once again hits. The sinister couple exit the ring to massive boos as their intentions had been made very short and sweet.



Roland Blaze: What a statement! Sarah Twilight and Lilith here to pick up right where they left off. Making a claim to the yet to be debuted tag team championships!



Fletcher St. James: And with Lilith’s victory here, she goes on to a championship match of her own later tonight!



Roland Blaze: Sarah should be in that match as well, she also won!



Fletcher St. James: I think there’s been enough injustice for one night. Maybe let’s see how Lilith does on her own?



Roland Blaze: Outcome will be the same … victory!

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Lindy LeRoux and Taylor Mayde make their way to the bowels of the Tampa Theatre. Both look a bit nervous as they navigate through the janitorial area and past all of the storage lockers for the props used at the various plays the venue puts on. The boiler room, which runs the power for the entire show, is where they were told to go. They look at each other nervously as they approach, and the camera turns to see SYNN sitting half-cheeked on a ladder set up in the corner. She appears to be staring off into the dark abyss.



Both women make their way to her.



Taylor, the braver of the two, approaches the champion.



Taylor: “Synn–so glad we found you! Was just wondering if we could get a word on—”



Her sentence was cut off abruptly.






The two women didn’t need to be told twice as they scurried away as quickly as they came.



Highmore: SYNN doesn’t appear to be in any mood to talk!



Blaze: All business tonight, Stone. She knows she’s in for a war later tonight. I can’t wait!

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THE WAR.......IS........NOW

Anarchy.

Be Ready.


Lee Masters: The following is a cross-brand match for a spot in the Revival Championship match later tonight!





Broken Pieces Shine by Evanescence blasts over the PA Systems. Michael Maddox emerges from the back with a sinister look on his face. He walks down the ramp looking at the fans and scanning the environment. Maddox rolls into the ring and then goes over to the top ropes and panders to the fans feeding off their energy whether they cheer or boo him.



Highmore: We are getting very close to this Revival championship match here tonight and already the competition seems to be stacked.



Blaze: Micheal Maddox has his eyes fixed on that entrance ramp. It seems like he's more than ready for this match to begin so he can secure his spot for the Revival Championship.



"Broken Pieces Shine" by Evanescence fades out as Maddox does a couple of stretches readying himself for the match.





"Bad Girls" plays as a black silhouette behind a white screen can be seen dancing seductively. After about twenty seconds the screen drops and red pryo is set off on either side of the stage. Moxie Monarch can be seen walking through the light smoke show caused by the pyro with a smirk on her face. As she walks down the ramp she blows a couple of kisses to the fans on either side of her before pulling herself up onto the edge of the ring using the bottom rope. She enters the ring between the bottom and middle rope and walks to the middle of the ring. Just as the lyrics play "hands up, hands tied," she raises her hands over her head in an "X" position while swaying her hips from side to side. Just as the lyrics "Don't go screamin' if I blow you with a bang," play she raises her foot and stomps on "bang" causing more red pryo to shoot from the four corners of the ring. She then blows a kiss to Maddox before strutting to her corner of the ring.



Highmore: Moxxie Monarch acting cocky as ever.



Blaze: Cocky won't secure her win here tonight though. This is your textbook David and Goliath match and Monarch is the underdog. It's going to take more than luck for her to pull out a win here tonight.



Highmore: I've watched the underdog come out on top more times than not so I'm not counting her out just yet.



The two walk to the middle of the ring. Maddox licks his lips with a sadistic smile while Monarch rolls her eyes and gets into a ready stance. The bell rings and Maddox goes to lock up with Monarch but is met with nothing but air as Monarch ducks just before locking up with Maddox. Maddox turns around to a kick to the chest which he simply dusts off with an even wider smile. Monarch wide-eyed runs to the ropes and bounces off them going for a drop kick. Maddox takes a step back holding his chest and begins to laugh at Monarch who is looking up at him from the mat.



Highmore: Monarch is having issues even getting Maddox to move!



Blaze: Maddox is looking at Monarch like she's prey.



Maddox grabs Monarch by the back of the head and slams her face first into the corner of the ring. Monarch's head bounces off the corner causing her to hold her nose in her hand as she stumbles back. Before she can get away, Maddox picks Monarch with a German Suplex and slams her into the mat then goes for the cover.



1..2..KICKOUT!



Highmore: Moxie Monarch with a very close call already!



Blaze: I'm starting to lose faith in this underdog Stone, she can't even make Maddox stumble and she already looks like she's had enough.



Maddox picks Monarch up and sends a backhand to her chest. Monarch turns holding her chest and reaching for the ropes in order to aid her in standing. Maddox comes up from behind about to pick her up for another suplex but Monarch grabs the ropes with all her might and begins yelling and shaking her head from side to side. Maddox is told to stop by the ref and he lets Monarch go. Just as Maddox is about to attempt to pull Monarch from the ropes once again he is met with an elbow to the nose causing him to stumble back and hold his nose, shaking his head slightly. Moxie quickly makes her way to the corner of the ring and climbs up to the top. Just as Maddox turns back around to continue his assault on Monarch he is met with a Missile Drop Kick right to the fact by Monarch. Maddox falls to the mat and Monarch goes for the cover.



1..KICKOUT!



Maddox picks Monarch up and tosses her across the ring before making his way up onto his knees, still shaking his head from the blows to the face. Monarch sits up on a shoulder holding her back with her opposite hand and looks at Maddox discussed. Both begin making their way to their feet and once Maddox sees Monarch on her feet he darts with a clothesline but noone is home! Monarch ducks just in time and rolls out of the ring still holding her back and looking up at Maddox who is now yelling at her to get back in the ring.



Highmore: It looks like Monarch has had enough already!



Blaze: If she stays outside of the ring too long she's going to end up losing this match.



The ref begins to count as Monarch walks around outside of the ring trying to catch her breath.



1..2..3..4



In the ring, Maddox is seen still yelling at Monarch to get back in the ring. Monarch rolls her eyes and throws up the "up yours" symbol to Maddox causing him to become infuriated.



5..6..7



Maddox rolls out of the ring as Monarch quickly runs away from him and slides back into the ring. Maddox joins her back in the ring and darts for her but she ducks and once again slides out of the ring.



Highmore: It seems we are stuck in a game of cat and mouse.



Blaze: Maddox is starting to get frustrated with Monarch's constant running but I can't say I blame her, he towers over her.



Maddox once again begins yelling at Monarch as the ref begins the count over.



1..2..3..



Maddox doesn't wait this time and slides out of the ring and begins chasing Monarch around the ring. He finally gets his hands on her and slams her into the ring post.



4..5..6



Monarch holds her face as Maddox picks her up and tosses her back into the ring from over the top rope and follows in after her. Monarch is seen in the middle of the ring holding her back as Maddox walks toward her, picking her up by the hair as soon as he reaches her. Maddox sends a couple of slams to Monarch's chest before sending her into the mat with a Double Arm DDT. Monarch is seemingly knocked out as Maddox goes for the pin.



1..2..KICKOUT!



Maddox looks shocked as Monarch lifts a shoulder just in time. Quickly he pulls her up to her feet and into a Ripcord Knee Strike. Monarch goes down holding her face and Maddox seems to become more frustrated with the situation.



Highmore: Monarch doesn't seem to stand a chance at this point but is being a thorn in Maddox's side!



Blaze: She can't do much else in this match besides irritating The Floridian Psychopath. Every time she's gotten an upper hand it hasn't lasted long or is because she's literally running from him.



Maddox goes for the cover once again.



1..2..KICKOUT!



This time, Monarch has completely lifted her body up in order to break the count. Maddox shakes his head and decides to climb the corner. Monarch is slowly pulling herself up seemingly completely unaware of Maddox. She turns and Maddox goes for a Missile Drop Kick but Monarch drops to the ground and rolls out of the ring just in time! However, Maddox doesn't hit the air he knocks the ref to the ground.

Highmore: Maddox just knocked the ref out cold! Monarch is lucky she got out of the way of that Missile Drop Kick just in time.



Blaze: If Maddox had hit that move on the right person this match would've been over!



Maddox stands up, his hands on his head as the realization comes to him they have no ref to finish this match with. He turns to see Monarch on the outside who is now leaning back on the announce table trying to stay standing. Maddox doesn't waste time yelling this time and exits the ring going right for Monarch. Monarch begins limping quickly away from Maddox put it is too slow and is caught by her hair. Monarch lets out a yell as Maddox pulls her toward him but just before he can do anything Monarch quickly grabs for a weapon nearby and slams the bell into Maddox's face sending him back a couple of steps and causing him to let go of Monarch's hair.



Highmore: Monarch just nailed Maddox in the face with the bell!



Blaze: The ref is still out in the ring!



Monarch stumbles over to the opposite side of the ring to Maddox and drops down to her knees. She pulls the ring skirting up and begins rummaging around under the ring for a moment before pulling out a chair and sliding it into the ring. Maddox has somewhat recovered from the shot to the face and has already made his way over to Monarch. He grabs her by the hair and sends her face into the apron before rolling her into the ring. Monarch lays on the mat as Maddox rolls into the ring and pulls her up to her feet. He pulls her into a clothesline causing her to hit the mat once again before performing MaddAssault(Lionsault). Monarch lays out in the ring and Maddox goes for the cover but there is no counting.



Highmore: It seems Maddox might have forgotten the ref is still trying to recover from that drop kick in the corner of the ring!



Maddox stops his cover and walks over to the ref trying to wake him up. He pulls the ref up onto his knees before turning back around to see Monarch attempting to regain herself. Once again, Maddox returns to trying to get the ref up but gives up and turns around to see Monarch with a chair in hand. She raises the chair over her head.



Blaze: Monarch is coming back with a chair shot to the head!



She slams the chair onto the mat not once, not twice, but three times then looks up at Maddox who looks on confused. He takes a step toward her and she tosses the chair in his direction. He suddenly catches the chair, still looking very confused, as Monarch drops to the ground and closes her eyes.



Highmore: What is Monarch doing?



Blaze: Maddox looks just as confused as we are.



Maddox looks at Monarch, then the chair, then back at Monarch before the chair is ripped from his hands and the ref is back on his feet calling for the bell. Maddox begins arguing and pointing at the chair then back at Monarch who is still laying on the mat with her eyes closed.



Ding Ding Ding



Lee Masters: Your winner and another competitor in tonight's Revival Championship match by disqualification, Moxie Monarch!



Highmore: She did it! She won!



Blaze: That was dirty but very smart all at once!



Maddox is seen yelling with his hands on top of his head as Monarch rolls weakly out of the ring and begins walking up the ramp. Maddox turns toward the entrance to the ring and starts pointing and yelling at Monarch who is now holding her head with a smirk on her face as she blows a kiss.

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A C4 Ad runs



Then, back in the area, the Outcast Tron comes to life, the scene at first is rather blurry and unfocused, as the camera's focus more on the scene we can see it's a rather large rectangular shaped room that is brightly lit by banks of overhead fluorescent lights.



The room can be seen having various storage areas for the various equipment used on the various different missions which can be seen located within the walls giving the room a very empty appearance with the exception of a large bank of state-of-the-art monitors to go with a well-developed computer system.



An unidentified individual sits positioned behind the well-developed computer system looking over the various monitors, some marked, some not marked..



Unidentified Individual: “Watcher to Priest, watcher to Priest..”



We hear the unidentified individual call out as he or she continues to monitor the various screens.



The Watcher: “Priest.. We got no life in Necropolis, I repeat there’s no life sir..”



We hear the unidentified individual, now identified as the Watcher state to the individual known as Priest through their radio-talkies.



The Watcher: “I repeat there’s no life there sir..”

—-------------------

“What the fuck did you say Watcher?”

—-------------------

“There’s no life there Priest, no life in Necropolis..”

—-------------------

“Copy that!”

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“There is however someone we’ve been tracking heading to Tampa Bay..”

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“Who, who would be more of an attraction then them no good siblings who call themselves the Church of Misery?”

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“Stan..”

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“What was that Watcher? You broke up there, over..”

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“Stan, Priest, Stan!!!”

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“As in Stan the Standard?”


As we hear through the speaks where the Watcher is, the Watcher radios back.



The Watcher: “Affirmative sir..”



As we hear the Watcher confirm Stan the Standard’s location, we can hear the individual Priest he was talking to through radio, call out to his squadron “Looks like we’re heading to Tampa Bay boys!!!” as he says that the video feeds cuts away from the Watcher and the command center to that of a skull like military logo that reads “FORGED IN WAR” on the bottom of it..



Stone: Oh my god, does that mean what I think it does?



Blaze: Christopher Priest is headed to OCW!

---

The camera’s cut to Jolie Vexx’s white Lexus in traffic on the Courtney Campbell Bridge, the main way back to Tampa from Clearwater. She is frantic, dialing her sister’s number over and over.



Jolie: Come on Britt…..answer…..you have to answer.

---

The lights go dark in the arena. The acoustics of "Zombie" fill every loudspeaker in the building. Suddenly, the metal part kicks in, and the megatron is lit up, slightly revealing a silhouette on the entrance ramp that turns out to be Axis doing his signature "Quadruple Horns" pose. Axis calmly yet menacingly walks down the ramp towards the ring.



Stone Highmore: We know Axis as a real ball of energy in that ring and he’s gonna need it tonight. A ladder match here and a certain Hell to come later tonight!



Roland Blaze: That’s what you gotta do if you want that Revival Title. I have no empathy.





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



Stone Highmore: Both competitors looking at the OCW logo overhead.



Roland Blaze: Hopefully they start looking towards a ladder, cause thots and prayers aren’t going to get you up to where you need to be, chief.



DING DING DING!!



Stone Highmore: Here we go! Axis! Mandii Rider! Fists are flyin’!



Roland Blaze: Axis teeing off on Mandii like Dana White on his wife in a nightclub!



Stone Highmore: Who?



Mandii goes for the block on a right and tries to shove Axis out through the ropes, but he establishes control and rolls her back through the middle.



Roland Blaze: Rider out of the ring and here comes Axis with a head of steam.



Stone Highmore: Tope connects to Mandii Rider and Axis is hype right now!



Axis goes around the steps at ringside and smacks his hands against a ladder rung to hype up himself in the crowd respectively before closing it and sliding it under the bottom rope.



Roland Blaze: Look out for Mandii!



Stone Highmore: Tornado DDT off the ring steps takes down Axis!



Mandii scrambles up and into the ring, throwing up the ladder with urgency.



Roland Blaze: Tonight has to be about self preservation for both of these competitors. Get up that ladder, get that logo, and move on with your day. Don’t be a dummy and try to play hero or put on some five star exhibition for these people. Get your thingy wet and get out of there!



Stone Highmore: Axis up! Axis with another ladder!



Mandii scales towards the logo, unaware of Axis behind her who launches the ladder forehead into her back and causing her to drop off the ladder like a sack of tatters.



Roland Blaze: Nasty impact and fantastic innovation from Axis!



Axis leapfrogs from top rope to the ladder Mandii had fallen from and once footing is established, tries to rush towards the top of it.



Stone Highmore: Mandii on hands and knees, shaking the base of that ladder as hard as she can!



Roland Blaze: She’s challenging Axis to come down and tee off, but why would you? The logo is right there and you have Rider hurt!



Axis shakes his head and reaches towards the logo swinging recklessly overhead as he fumbles the reach.



Stone Highmore: Mandii behind Axis! She has Axis on her shoulders!



Mandii steps back down walking with Axis towards the center of the ring.



Roland Blaze: Hurricanrana from Axis and it’s Mandii that rolls through to her feet. We have a stalemate.



Stone Highmore: and this crowd is LOVING it!



The two competitors circle each other, but Axis dives under and between Mandii’s legs. She pivots around, but Axis has already begun rushing up once more.



Roland Blaze: Mandii with control of the ladder. Axis about to come crashing down here.



Stone Highmore: Springboard! Axis lands on the rope!



Roland Blaze: Shotgun dropkick off the rope to Mandii and both competitors are down!



Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!



Stone Highmore: Mandii and Axis trying to gain that upperhand, but pulling out the big guns this early as these two have makes that real difficult, Roland!



Axis begins to stir and go for the bottom ladder rung, but Mandii staggers into the ropes and uses the momentum to launch herself back towards center.



Roland Blaze: Curbstomp to the hand! Axis just had his hand shattered against that ladder rung!



Stone Highmore: Screaming out in pain and you can imagine why!



Mandii smiles ear to ear and rounds towards the opposite side of the ladder for a slow climb up. Halfway up, she seems on shaky knees and reaches into the pocket of her pants and pulls out a can of whothefuckknows.



Stone Highmore: Maybe looking for a little extra grip here.



Rider pulls a glob out onto a couple fingers and turns it over in her hand before rubbing it on a rung opposite her.



Roland Blaze: I think she might have other plans in mind.



Axis pulls himself up with the good hand and climbs opposite Mandii.



Stone Highmore: He’s got one good hand here, but Axis is doing his damndest to stay in this thing!



Mandii reaches for the logo, but Axis uses the strength of the good hand to temporarily vault himself and create momentum towards the top.



Roland Blaze: Spit in the eyes of Mandii Rider! Rider falls back! Leg caught in the ladder!



Stone Highmore: Mandii is hanging on for dear life! This is Axis’ shot!



Axis vaults up, but slips on the nasty goopy shit Mandii rubbed on the ladder rung and catches himself with the bad hand.



Roland Blaze: Oh, these two are playing dirty. Daddy like!



Stone Highmore: Don’t call yourself that.



Mandii uses her upper body to pull herself back up as Axis roars through the pain and does the same.



Roland Blaze: Mandii up top, looking towards the logo.



Stone Highmore: Elbows to the bad hand! Elbows to the bad hand! Axis is reeling right now!



Roland Blaze: Axis to the mat! Reach up and seize your moment, Mandii Rider!



Mandii wipes the Axis out of her eyes and reaches both hands towards the logo.



DING DING DING!!



Stone Highmore: Just like that, Mandii Rose will move on tonight!



Lee Bates: The winner of this match, Mandiiiiiiii RIIIDDDERRRRR!



Stone Highmore: No shame if you’re Axis!



Roland Blaze: He’s empty handed! I’m full mast! At least one of us is happy, right?



Stone Highmore: Siiiiiiigh.

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Presentation of the NEW OCW WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES: Britlyn Baylor and Eric Drake highlight the new titles, and introduce the new tournament upcoming on Anarchy to win them.

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Jolie pulls into the parking lot with a frantic huff. As she pulls in, a black truck with Florida plates pulls in on the other side of the lot. CHAOS?! Maybe she is just being paranoid? 

She opens the door, shutting it quickly, and runs into the arena, her heels clicking on the pavement

Eric and Britlyn are in the ring, a case in front of them holds the NEW OCW Tag Title belts.



Britlyn smiles.



Britlyn: "Ladies and Gentlemen, it has been a heck of a night, to say the least! Eric and I are out here to present the NEW OCW Tag Team Title Belts and the tournament we have in place to win them........."






Stone: What the hell?



Blaze: It's always something with her.



Jenny walks down to the ring, followed by Mandii who is limping a little from her ladder match.



Jenny gets into the ring with a smirk.



Jenny: "Hold on, B. Hold on. I am not sure you're fully aware of the situation here."



Britlyn smiles and shurgs.



Jenny: "Mandii and I beat Mike Zybala at Access Denied 2.......Tamika Strader, one of her last orders of business before she bankrupted the company and killed Marcus Welsh's legacy......."



Stone: She just HAS to take pot shots doesnt she?



Blaze: Disgusting



Jenny: ".......was to award US to tag team titles. Mandii and I. APEX. We were the final Tag Team Champions in OCW under the Strader reign. So....therefore.....we should carry those belts over into the new OCW......."



Britlyn: "You know its all new belts. All new champions. All new opportunities."



Jenny: "What YOU don't know is exactly who I am....."



Britlyn: "Oh but I do. I bought your contract---the highest paid female wrestler in the history of OCW? And you think Tamika is the reason for the bankruptcy? Anyways....this is not a financial debate out here this is the presentation of the NEW OCW Tag Team......"



Jenny: "Champions. The new OCW tag team CHAMPIONS. Is what you meant to say."



Stone: Is she delusional?



Jenny turns and extends her arms out......Mandii does the same. Jenny EXPECTS Britlyn to PUT the title around her waist. Britlyn looks at Eric, and they both shrug. She takes a belt out of the case and walks over to Jen. Jenny looks behind her, smirking.



Stone: She's not gonna do this. Tell me Britlyn isn't going to do this.



Britlyn taps Jen on the shoulder. She turns around, annoyed.



Britlyn: "I just wanted you to see it a little closer.......THIS title.......THESE titles......will be EARNED. EVERYTHING HERE IS EARNED, Jen. Your decorated resume or not, there are no handouts here."



Jen begins to protest. Mandii steps towards Britlyn, Eric steps in her way.



Britlyn: "If you want a shot, like everyone else you can have one. But you have to WIN it. SO.....that being said....on Anarchy, you will be in one of tag team matches to earn a shot at the belts. IF you and Mandii win, you will be in the finals on the following show. You manage to survive that........well then, and ONLY then, will this title be yours. Until then....."



Jenny is stomping in the ring, upset. Britlyn smiles as the show theme hits, taking a belt and putting one around Eric's waist.......and he puts one around hers. The two leave with the tag belts around THEIR waists.



Britlyn turns and looks at the ring.



Britlyn: "Oh, by the Mandii...congratulations on your victory in the ladder match. But don't go anywhere. You want a title.....well, the REVIVAL title match is NEXT. Good luck."



She drops the mic.

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MATCH COMING SOON

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Backstage, camera's cut to Easton Alexander sitting on a metal toolbox. He has a focused look in his eyes. Taylor Mayde approaches him, holding a microphone. He looks up at her, but doesn’t appear to be paying her any mind. She sits down on the tool box next to him.



Mayde: "I am here with the number one contender to the OCW World Title....Easton Alexander. Easton, you've got the match of your career tonight against the Demon Champion, SYNN. A rematch from Access Denied 2. Britlyn has made this a one fall to finish, no gimmicks, no interferences, no excuses. She is determined to know who the better wrestler truly is. What is your midframes heading into tonight's main event?"



Easton: "You messed that all the way up Taylor. I am not the number one contender I am TRUE... OCW World Champion. SYNN will walk down the aisle tonight with a false belt, a fake made up by a regime that didn't want me to succeed. You should feel so very important that the KING OF THE NORTH decided to even give you the time of day so ill give you a scoop. 4 years ago I tore every muscle in my leg, Marcus Welsh gave me a chance and I took the OCW flag to the mountaintop and planted it firmly in the head of the wrestling world... now he's gone, and while his Trials are just beginning, my Trials are almost over. There aren't any OCW originals left... I'm the only one who stuck around to take up the mantle of one of the supposed pillars of this company... Alexandra Callaway was one... Crash Rodriquez was another... I was the only one who stepped the fuck up and made OCW stand out, Now I have a chance to save this... BASTARDISED version of the place I used to call home and turn it back into the red and black that lives on in my heart. I'm not going out to win the OCW world title is going out there to defend my legacy. So this one is dedicated to Juniper. Never meet your hero's."



He turns away from her again, ringing his hands together as Taylor sheepishly smiles at the camera.

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The camera cuts back to the RISE crew at ring side.



St. James: And it’s time, ladies and gentlemen, to crow a world champ for the red brand!





The opening baseline of No. 99 by Joey Bada$$ hits the PA and a spotlight pans over the crowd in search of Spencer before a camera cut shows us Spencer being escorted by a group of masked fans through the arena before the group eventually reaches a staircase between sections.



With the chorus playing out, the crowd’s chants of “BADMON!” carry throughout. Spencer marches down the stairs before hoping over and sitting atop the barricade. He looks over the crowd and raises an arm and pointed finger towards different parts of the crowd as he mouths the words “What’s my name?” for continued call and response.


Marlena Sanchez:  Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 190 pounds! STANDING at five feet eleven inches….”BAAAAADMON” SPEEEEENCER ADAAAAAMS!



Spencer pushes off and rolls into the ring nodding along to the song before dapping up the ring announcer and leaning against a corner in anticipation.


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



Marlena Sanchez: "From Atlantic City, he is the Midnight Massacre, TRENT KILLJOY!!!"



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

London: You can feel this here. You can taste it.

Hansley: These two are about to go to war. 

The bell rings and the two circle. Trent tries to jab a few times, but Spencer is able to evade. Neither one knows quite how to attack the other to begin, as they are both extremely quick and evasive. When they finally do tie up, the crowd pops. Adams uses his strength to walk Trent back into the corner. Killjoy reverses, throwing Spencer back into the corner before chopping him twice. He goes to whip Spencer into the far corner but he blocks it, grabbing Trents arm and reeling him in, going for a standing clothesline but Killyjoy ducks it, twisting Spencer's arm up behind him and walking him towards the turnbuckle again, this time front-facing. Spencer seems to sense what is coming and puts his legs up, propelling off the turnbuckle using his leg strength and reverses in air, going for a bulldog.



Trent throws him off, Spencer lands on his feet. He turns around with a high rounding kick, but Trent ducks it again, and spins behind, wrapping his arms around the waist of Spencer Adams. He goes for a belly-to-back suplex but Spencer lands on his feet. Trent turns around into a dropkick from Adams, which takes him down. The first time either has been off their feet the entire match.



St. James: Finally, one of these two leaves their feet!



London: We expect to see a lot of high-flying action here. These two are so evenly matched and know each other's styles so well!



Killjoy is quickly back to his feet but Adams is ready, taking him back down with a shoulder block off the ropes. Adams is trying to control the tempo here, not letting the Midnight Massacre get a head of steam. He tosses Trent back into the corner, firing off a series of various kicks, quick jabs and elbow strikes.



Hanley: Badmon is like a freight train early on here. He is the aggressor for sure!



He whips Trent into the far corner, and runs, splashing him. As Trent stumbles into the middle of the ring from the impact, Spencer comes off the ropes with a running neckbreaker. He slides into the cover.













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Trent gets a shoulder up.



St. James: Spencer Adams trying to steal a quick fall there, but I have a feeling it is going to take a lot more than that to keep Trent Killjoy down!



He picks Trent up by the head. The scrappy Killjoy pokes and eye, backing Spencer off. He hits a standing drop kick which sends Adams back into the ropes. He bounces off the far ropes and goes for a clothesline to knock Spencer to the outside but the veteran moves, lifting Trent over the drops and dropping him to the mat outside. Killjoy gets up, using the announce table for leverage and approaches the ring, but Spencer runs and slides under, hitting a baseball slide that knocks Killboy back into the commentary table.



London: Lookout!



Killjoy goes flying over the top of it, and lands behind the three person team. Spencer stays on the assault, though, knowing he has to with a competitor such as Trent. He picks him up, bouncing his head off the barricade near the fans. Trent stumbles away. The ref is counting in the ring.





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Spencer rolls into the ring to break the count at 7, but then rolls back out. This small break gave Killjoy some time and as soon as Adams rolls back out…..



SUPERKICK!



Adams leaves his feet for the first time in the match, and now Trent can catch a breather.



Hanley: Killjoy damn near took Spencer Adam’s head off with that Sweet Chin Music, and boy did he need it!



St. James: Sure did, it's been all Adams so far!



Trent this time rolls into the ring to break the count. He looks at the top rope. The crowd pops.



Hanley: He’s got an idea! It’s always dangerous when he has an idea!



He feeds off the crowd and crawls to the top. Spencer is getting to his feet. Trent gets his bearings, then leaps off the top going for a crossbody.



ADAMS SIDE STEPS!



Killjoy lands, and his face bounces off the Anarchy commentary table, making Blaze and Roland shove back in their chairs, and on the recoil Adams grabs him, lifting Trent up. Fireman’s carry slam onto the mat!!!! Trent grimaces, and arches his back. Adams lifts him by the head, rolls him into the ring.



He covers.



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Kickout.



Adams smirks. He bends down to pick up Trent once more, and Killjoy strikes like a viper.



Small package pin, a tight roll up!



The ref slides down.





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3—-NO! Adams kicked out at the last second.



Spencer pops up, looking shocked. He smiles though, knowing Trent almost had him.



Adams stays on offense, though. Killjoy goes to get up, Adams sweeps his legs out. He comes off the ropes for an elbow drop, connects.



Trent rolls away. Adams slides out of the ring and grabs his foot. He drags him over the ring post.



London: Oh boy. Now we’re about to see that sinister side of Spencer Adams!



Hanley: He has a mean streak in him, why do you think he’s been so successful!



He grabs the leg of Killyjoy, and wraps it around the ring post. Trent yells out and grabs his knee, rolling away with a grimace.



St. James: We know about the bad shoulder, but the veteran Adams is trying to take his biggest weapon away, those legs!



Adams gets on the apron and climbs to the top. He is going a Coup de Grâce! Trent is up! He sidesteps this time! He catches Adams, who lands on his feet……….. Inverted Facelock Sitout Facebuster!!!!!



St. James: THE HIGH IMPACT MOVE FROM TRENT KILLJOY!



He covers.





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3—--SPENCER GETS A SHOULDER UP!



Trent rolls away, slapping the mat. Adams takes a minute to catch his bearings this time.



Trent uses the ropes to pull himself up! Adams gets to his feet. Trent comes off the topes.



CLAYMORE KICK!



Adams is down!



Trent covers again!





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3—-------------NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Adams gets a shoulder up AGAIN! Trent can’t believe it!



Hanley: All this action so far and we are only on the first fall! This is 2 out of 3!



London: Unbelievable!



Adams gets up but woozy. Trent chops him. He hits the deck again. Using his momentum, and some adrenaline, Adams pops up. Trent goes for a haymaker, Adams ducks. He comes off the ropes. Goes for a dropkick, Trent slides under. LARIAT!



St. James: That lariat damn near turned Spencer Adams inside out!



Trent climbs the top rope again.



He signals to the crowd, who is in an uproar. His eyes look up at the lights.



COFFIN DROP!



He drops back first, but Adams rolls out of the way. Trent gets up, holding his back, wincing harder than ever. Kick to the gut from Spencer.



DDT!



The massive DDT and Trent is down! Adams crawls to the cover.



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3—-TRENT KICKS OUT!



Now Spencer is frustrated! What is it going to take!



St. James: You can read the frustration on Spencer's face! They have both given a lot of their tank here and we don’t even have one fall yet!



Spencer picks up Trent, whipping him into the corner. He runs, going for the elbow, but Trent moves…..Adams bounces off the turnbuckle.



HELLUVA KICK FROM KILLJOY!!!!!!!



Adams crumbles.



Killjoy falls on top.















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London: Finally! We have our first fall!



Marlena Sanchez: And the winner of the first fall, Trent Killjoy!!!!!



Hanley: Adams is in a massive hole now. One more and we have a new champ! Does the decorated champion have any more in the tank?!



St. James: He’s going to have to!



Killjoy is back up. Adams is using the ropes to pull himself back up.



Trent goes for a kick, Adams moves. He gets tied up in the ropes. Adams grabs Killyjoy, getting him in a vertical position between the two ropes. He then drops, planting him face first.



Hanley: That’s Vintage Adams!



London: That’s gimmick infringement!



Adams comes off the ropes with a moonsault, landing over the back of Killjoy. He sits on his back, putting him in the bulldog choke submission!



St. James: It has been such a fever pitch, Adams knows he has to slow this match down to have a chance! He’s got his move 40 Acres locked in! Trent Killjoy has never tapped out in his life, but he’s dead to rights here! He isn’t near the ropes!



Adams pulls back harder.



London: That HAS to be torturing that already bad shoulder of Trent!



Trent is fading! He has nowhere to go!



The ref lifts and arm!



Limp.



He counts 1!





He lifts the arm again.



As it drops, Trent comes to life. His arm goes stiff, he goes to lift it! He begins to wriggle around, trying to reverse the pressure! He is able to use his legs to roll Adams over.



His shoulders are on the mat!





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Adams reverses back into the Bulldog Choke!



London: And we’re right back where we started!



Trent is wriggling again. The crowd is into it now.



“LETS GO SPENCER, KICK OUT TRENT! LETS GO SPENCER, KICK OUT TRENT!”



Trent is crawling for the ropes, desperately trying to reach out and grab them. He has to use that bad shoulder to get there.



Reaching……….reaching………….



Trent grabs the ropes. The ref gives Adams until 5 to break the hold, which he does at 4.



Trent goes to roll out of the ring but Adams keeps him in, lifting him with a scoop slam and dropping him on his back.



Adams goes to the top rope again.



Trent is in the corner. Adams has a focused look in his eyes.



He jumps.



SOUTHSIDE TO OUTSIDE!!!!!! CONNECTS!!!!!!!



The springboard coast to coast!



Hanley: Devastating impact there! He may have just caved his chest in!



Trent is crawling away, slowly. Spencer smells blood in the water now! He picks up Trent by the head and sweeps the legs, planting him with an STO! Instead of going for the cover, however, he drops down with a elbow to the neck. He picks Trent back up, wanting to finally finish him off and get a pinfall. Trent is woozy.



Spencer drops to a knee and hits an uppercut which backs Killyjoy into the ropes. When he bounces off, Spencer goes for a lariat but Killjoy ducks. Spencer spins around.



Kick to the face!



Spencer falls back into the ropes, bounces off, Trent goes for a belly-to-belly but the shoulder gives out. He drops Adams. Uppercut from Spencer. Killjoy wobbles into his grasp.



Running powerslam!



Adams covers!





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3!



St. James: Spencer Adams has evened this thing up! We’re at 1 fall a piece!



Marlena Sanchez: And the winner of the second fall………Spencer Adams!!!!!



Both men are worse for wear.



They both are down, and the ref is counting again .



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London: Imagine if the the last fall is a draw? Who would win? Would we have another?!



St. James: This is a title match, there HAS to be a winner!





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Both men begin to stir.





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Adams is to his knees.





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Trent is up.







10—Adams is up!



Trent with a kick to the face, its reversed,



Bulldog from Adams!



On pure adrenaline Trent pops back up.



German Suplex from Trent!



Adams bounces, and rolls back up his feet.



SUPERKICK to Trent!



Killjoy falls against the ropes. Kick to the gut, knee to the face, off the ropes with the hurricanrana goes Adams! Killjoy rolls, back on his feet but not quite sure where he is.



Hanley: I don’t think Killjoy is on the same planet here……he’s beat up, gotta be dizzy…..Adams sizing him up!



He charges. Trent catches him.



SPINEBUSTER!!!!!!!!!!!



Killjoy falls on top!



London: He’s gonna do it here! He’s gonna do it!



The crowd explodes!





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3—---ADAMS KICKS OUT!!!!!!



Trent crawls away, he can’t believe it!



Adams is slow getting to his feet. He does. Trent is up. He charges this time.



Adams ducks. Killjoy comes off the ropes.



Step up enziguri to Killjoy from Adams! Spencer sees the light at the end of the tunnel! He climbs to the top rope!



“LETS GO SPENCER, KICK OUT TRENT!”



Coup de Grâce CONNECTS!!!!!!!!



Adams rolls off.



He throws his hands up in victory, knowing the end is near. The two feet landing on his stomach must have caused something inside because there is blood in his mouth. Adams turns around, and Killjoy is on his knees. Adams can’t believe it.



“Stay down!” Spencer yells at him. “Damnit, stay down!”



Blood running from his mouth, Trent flips him off!



St. James: The one finger salute from Trent Killjoy!



Adams shakes his head.



He then comes off the ropes.



KINSHASHA!!!!!!!!



99 Problems by Adams!



He covers.





















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3!!!!!



The crowd has a mixed reaction. They wanted them BOTH to win!


St. James: He did it! He said he was going to do it and he did it! Spencer Adams is the RISE World Champion!



London: But he had the fight of his life for it! Both of these men showed up and showed out here tonight in Tampa!



Marlena Sanchez: HERE IS YOUR WINNER……..annnnnnndddd NEWWWWWWWWWWW RISE WORLD CHAMPION!!!!!!! SPENCCCCCEEEEERRRR ADDDDAMMMMMSSSS!



Trent rolls out of the ring as Spencer is handed the belt, celebrating in the center of the ring.



Hanley: That’s gonna do it for Rise, and I’d like to see those two blowhards on the blue brand top that!



St. James: We had a world title match for the ages! Either of these two men would have earned it here tonight, but that man is Spencer Adams!

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The scene cuts to Jolie bursting into the VIP suite where Britlyn and Eric sit, watching the show.



Britlyn: Jolie! Where have you been?! You’ve got a new world champ on Rise, and you missed a hell of a match!



Jolie: Chris Chaos is on his way here! He probably already is here! I got there, he wasn’t there, they said he was heading here! There was traffic, you didn’t answer. It’s Chaos, he’s crazy……I don’t like this, I don’t feel good about this!



Britlyn sets her wine glass down and stands up, grabbing her little sister by the shoulders.



Britlyn: Jolie, relax. Breathe. It’ll be okay! Take a deep breath, we’ve got it under control.



Jolie: But Chaos—



Britlyn: Jolie. I said relax. Anarchy is Eric’s show, he will deal with anything that happens. Meanwhile, you’ve got a show to run. I suggest you go find Spencer Adams and congratulate him, yeah? I know Trent is gonna want a rematch, and Lucy is the number one contender. Go figure it out. Leave Chaos to us.



Jolie exhales deeply, but says OKAY.



She turns around and leaves. Britlyn shuts the door. She turns towards Eric.



“Kids these days.”

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"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 scheduled for one fall and is for the OCW Rebellion Championship. Introducing first, from Dallas, Texas, "The Angel of Death", DAMIEN CALAWAY!!!"



Stone: This guy is a total freak, and I LOVE IT. Big, physical, tough as a two dollar steak.



Blaze: Now the question remains, will he have an opponent?!



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: You know he doesn’t want to win this thing via forfeit, and how badly would that tarnish the Chaos legacy?



Blaze: He was on his way here, as we heard. Question is, has he made it yet?!



The opening riff for "DIE MF DIE" by Dope hits, and the fans go wild for the home town star.



Stone: Looks like we have our answer.



Smoke begins to billow on the ramp way.



Lee Masters: And his opponent, from Clearwater, Florida........."The Best In The World" Chris Chaoooosssssss!



The crowd waits in anticipation, facing the ramp. But nobody is there.



After another 15 seconds, the music stops.



Blaze: Maybe he's in the bathroom or something.



Stone: You think it's a production snaffu?



Blaze: When you gotta go you gotta go.

The music hits again.



Stone: Let’s try again, yeah?



Blaze: Something smells fishy here. I know we are near the ocean but this reeks.



Again the crowd cheers with optimism.



Lee Masters: And his opponent, from Clearwater, Florida........."The Best In The World" Chris Chaoooosssssss!



Again the smoke billows and the lights go dim. Another 20 seconds go by, and nobody comes out.



Damien is in the ring, fuming. He is saying to the ref to “give him the belt”, almost growling at him.



Blaze: Chris Chaos has made a mockery of Britlyn here. Jerked her around all week, asking for ridiculous terms for his contract, she finally caves today and sends a contract to be hand delivered and now he pulls this?!



The tron buzzes again and the crowd turns. This time it is Anarchy General Manager and Britlyn’s associate Eric Drake who walks down the ramp. He has a microphone in his hand.



Eric gets into the ring and gives Damien the “one moment” index finger, and brings the mic to his lips.



Drake: Since Chris Chaos didn’t find it to be a priority to compete here tonight, despite everyone at OCW going out of their way to meet his ridiculous demands, I have no choice but to use the powers vested in me to award Damien the Rebellion Cham—-”






The crowd cheers and stands up.



Blaze: AGAIN?! What the hell could she possibly want this time?





Myst is on her way to the ring, and has a mic in her hand, of course.



Myst: “I am sorry! I am sorry, Eric!”



She seems out of breath.



Myst: “But Chris had an emergency. He was on his way here and he got a phone call–it’s a family thing. He deeply regrets not making it here tonight but on behalf of APEX we would hate to see the title be handed to that freak because of a situation out of his control.”



Myst is making her way down the ramp, and up the steps.



Myst: “Not to mention that blotch on his spotless resume.”



Stone: He hasn’t wrestled in two years and his last match was a loss, what is she talking about!



Myst: “So I volunteer as tribute. I’ll fight this Spirit Halloween store mannequin and bring the belt back to APEX, where it belongs.”



Drake has the belt in his hand and is about to hand it to Damien when his eyes narrow. A grin comes across his face.



Drake: “Okay. Fine….you wanna play games and cover for him, fine. This match will be Jenny Myst vs. Damien Calaway…..”



The crowd pops. Damien licks his lips.



Drake: “BUT…………since you felt obligated to change the billed and booked and marketed contest…..I am going to change the stipulations a bit, yeah?”



Jenny has a concerned look on her face.



Drake: “It will now be…………NO HOLDS BARRED………”



The crowd pops again.



Drake: “...........Falls count anywhere. Anything goes!”



He drops the mic as Jenny protests in the ring.



The bell rings.



Stone: That’s a death warrant for Jenny Myst!



Blaze: Eric Drake laying down the law! Play stupid games, win stupid prizes! Myst is getting exactly what she deserves here!



Damien explodes from his position, grabbing Jenny and tossing her like a ragdoll into the corner. She tries to come out of the corner, and he tosses her back in.



CHOP!



The crowd OOOOHSSSS



CHOP



CHOP



CHOP



Jenny, a pained look on her face, stumbles out. Damien grabs her by the arm and tosses her into the other corner, where she bounces off the turnbuckle and falls face down.



Stone: The sheer power of this man is insane.



Blaze: Not to mention he’s batshit crazy.



He picks Jenny up by the hair. He tosses her by her hair to the center of the ring. She is up in a sitting position, and he kicks her hard in the square of the back with a sickening thud. She crawls, holding her back, towards the ropes. She reaches for the ropes to lift herself up, when Damien grabs her again by the hair, walking her back to the center of the ring. He growls at her about “say goodnight” as he lifts her…..going for a snake eyes off the turnbuckle, when she slides behind, wiggling out of the move. He turns around, and she kicks him in the leg. A series of kicks to the leg take him to one, and Jenny comes off the ropes to go for a shining wizard but the monster catches her, standing up even with his compromised leg, and hits a power slam. Jenny rolls away again, holding her back.



Blaze: It’s been all Damien here. And this one’s getting late early.



Stone: Complete dominance by Damien. I’ve never seen Myst dominated like this before.



Damien waits for her to get up, a sick grin on his face. She turns, and he goes for a big boot to put her down for the pin. Jenny ducks. She lifts his foot up and spins him around.



Now facing Jen, she fires off some shots to back him into the corner.



Jenny chops him twice, and it only seems to irritate him. He shoves her off, and his power makes her fly backwards, landing on her backside. Her eyes go wide as he roars out of the corner, charging her. She scoots back but it is useless, as he grabs a fistfull of blonde and pink locks. He has a sick grin on his face as he clearly has evil intentions, when the scrappy Myst goes into survival mode.



LOW BLOW!



She hauls off and kicks Damien in the special area, forcing him to let go of her and drop to his knees. Jenny comes off the ropes and hits a bulldog, her first major offense of the contest.



Stone: Myst just trying to survive here.



Blaze: It has been all Damien Calaway so far. The size and aggression of Calaway has been too much but—-oh jesus!



Jenny rolled out of the ring and ordered Lee Masters up off his ring side chair.



“GET UP!” she screams at him. He complies.



Jenny folds the chair and rolls back into the ring. Damien is up to all fours now, still with a grimace on. Jenny hauls off and lays the chair over his back with a sickening crack.



Again.



And again.



And again.



And again.



Stone: Myst is absolutely in a rage here! She’s uncontrollable!



Blaze: Nothing has gone right for her tonight, Stone. From the locker room shenanigans to not being handed the tag titles, to now volunteering for Chaos’s cowardice to keep APEX from being a laughing stock. Tonight is not her night!



Stone: And its getting worse!



Jenny bends the chair over Damien’s back again but the big monster is still getting up, using the ropes to pull himself. The chair is virtually useless now as it is bent almost into a C. Damien snarls at her and Jenny slaps him hard across the face. This seems to enrage him more. When he gets to his feet he lunges at her, but Myst ducks and rolls out of the ring. The crowd boos as she backs up the rampway, taunting the man in the ring.



Blaze: This is falls count anywhere, anything goes now as Eric Drake said. Inside that ring, it favors Damien but out here you gotta think the ingenuity of Myst will be a deciding factor.



Damien rolls under the ropes as well and begins to pursue Myst up the ramp.



Stone: Perhaps, but when he gets his hands on her, it truly is anything goes. He can pop her head off like a top, and you know he wants to!



Myst continues to taunt him up the rampway as he gives chase. She eventually disappears behind the curtain. Damien isn’t far behind. The camera’s cut to backstage at the Tampa Theatre as the quicker Myst keeps pace ahead of Damien, throwing garbage cans and knocking over tables and ladders–whatever she can find–to obstruct his path to her. She gets to the garage outside, and realizes her path is gone. She looks around, appearing panicked, when she sees an exit door. Damien is within reaching distance now and she scurries out the exit door to the street outside, behind the famous theater.



Stone: Looks like Jenny is going to call it a night early here.



Blaze: You best believe Damien will chase her all the way back to Vegas!



Jenny gets outside into the warm Florida air. The parking lot is illuminated with lamp post lights. Jenny gets outside and suddenly her entire demeanor changes. She smiles a big pearly white grin as she turns to face the pursuing monster. Just as he is about to get to her an engine can be heard off screen. Jenny steps back just in time as the black Ford Raptor slams into Damien, sending him up over the hood and back down onto it. He rolls off onto the asphalt below.



Stone: OH MY GOD! We may have just witnessed vehicular manslaughter here folks, or at least an attempted one!



Blaze: Looks at the plates, Stone!



The FLORIDA plates read “CHAOS” as the door opens, and out comes the legend. He has on his “CHAOTIC” tee shirt and a pair of jeans. In his hand, a crowbar. He has a sick look on his face.


Jenny: “He assaulted me, Chris! He was a mad man and assaulted me!”



Chaos walks over to Damien who, miraculously, is starting to try to get to his feet. Chris swings the crowbar and connects with his back.



Chaos: “You want to assault her huh, big man?!”



He brings the crowbar down again, and again. Damien, being the beast he is, uses the hood of the car to try to get up. Chaos connects with a hard shot to the back of the leg, dropping him down again.



Stone: This is hard to watch! Damien Calaway is getting decimated out here.



Blaze: And it's all legal. This was the plan all along, Stone! These two knew what they were doing. They baited Eric Drake into this, then baited Damien to the parking lot. This is brutal, sure, but it's ALL LEGAL!



Stone: It just sucks!



Damien is back on his feet but wobbly. Chaos bends down, sizing him up. He has a psychotic grin on his face.



Jenny looks at him with an equally sick grin.



Jenny: “Do it!”



Chaos charges, spearing Damien into the big dumpster that sits behind him. The thud is sickening. He is folded up, wincing, holding his ribs. Jenny comes out of nowhere with a kick to the face, splitting his lip.



Security rushes outside, led by Drake. Jenny cuts them off, as does Apex member and Revival champion Mandii Rider who has just arrived outside. Chaos bounces Damien’s head off the dumpster then scoop slams him onto the asphalt.



Eric: “Stop this right now! Chaos I swear to god……”



He doesn’t work for Eric, and he knows it. He has no incentive to stop.



Chaos has Damien in the recliner with the crowbar across his neck. Blood runs from his mouth.



Chaos: “You think I’d come out of retirement for YOU! You worthless twerp! For YOU! FOR A BOTTOM TIER BELT! I HAVE 40 OF THESE! BEATEN HUNDRED’S OF YOU’S!”



Alexandra Calaway is outside now. She tries to rush to her brother, security stops her, holding her back.



Jenny taunts her from a safe distance.



Damien is out, his mouth a pool of blood.



Blaze: I know he has that split lip but do you think that's internal?



Stone: God, you don’t think………oh god.



Alexandra breaks away from security and rushes towards Chaos. Jenny cuts her off. She is in a blind fury, and begins swingingly wildly at the blonde. Jenny fights back. Britlyn is now outside, along with Jolie.



Jolie: I TOLD YOU!



Sirens can be heard in the distance.



Alexandra fights Jenny off and rushes over to Chaos to break him off. She begins to haul off on Chaos, clubbing blows to the back of the head. She is in such a blind rage she doesn’t see Britlyn’s special guest and surprise for Ally, John Strader, coming up from behind her. He grabs her around the waist to pull her off. In her fury she turns and punches him, knocking him back a few steps.



Chaos lets go of Damien.



Alexandra realizes what she’s done. She turns to profusely apologize to John…..



SPEAR!!!!!!!!!



Chaos spears John Strader damn near out of his shoes. Ally stands by in horror, tears in her eyes. He grins a sick grin at her.



He approaches her as paramedics and police arrive on scene.



Chaos looks at Jenny.



Chaos: “Pin that piece of trash and lets get out of here.”



Jenny does.



The ref, who has no choice in a falls count anywhere match, counts….albeit reluctantly.



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Mandii grabs the belt from the ref and hands it to Jen, who celebrates like she just won the superbowl.



The three pile into his truck quickly as Tampa PD arrives on scene.



EMS is checking on Damien.



Stone: APEX just stole the damn title belt! They took off like thieves in the night!



Britlyn: I am NOT acknowledging that pin! This match is a no contest! That belt is stolen property!”



Eric looks at her and shrugs, knowing that what just happened was legal.



Alexandra is INSISTING on riding in the ambulance with Damien. She is causing an entire ruckus.



Britlyn, obviously upset, walks over to Alexandra.



Britlyn: “Look, I know you’re upset, but you have a match next for the Anarchy Title. I cannot, and will not, have another title match compromised. If you leave, I will have no choice but to award the title to Brooke via forfeit.”


Alexandra scowls at Britlyn.



Britlyn: “Sorry, but it's what is best for business. Trust me, they are going to get what is coming to them, but for now I need you to go out there and compete.”



Alexandra runs her hands over her brothers as they put him in the ambulance.



Alexandra snarls and passes Brit, heading back inside. John Strader is being helped up by medical staff as well, but seems to be, for all intents and purposes, okay.



OCW TV cuts to another advertisement for C4 Energy Products.

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Stone: So after that brutal attack we just saw, we have to get back to business here. Alexandra Calaway is in the fight of her life against a very game Brooke Blakely.



Blaze: At least we know that this violence will be IN the ring.




The Sub Main Event kicks off. OCW faithful hold their handmade ‘daydream’ signs by their hearts, because that’s how important Brooke Blakely’s entrance is to their youth. Glimmering by the ring bell is the minted Anarchy Championship belt.


Roland Blaze: This is going to get heated very quickly! You gotta wonder about Calaway's mind state after what she just witnessed! It's LAST WOMAN STANDING! TEN COUNT OR BUST!!!



Stone Highmore: A proper conclusion it would seem. Back and forth would be a mild understatement for the grinding of gears Brooke and Alexandra Calaway have torpedoed back and forth since this match was announced…but like you said.....how will she respond to the attack on her brother and boyfriend?


Roland Blaze: YES!!! The OCW Paradigm is shifting! ANARCHY BELT UP FOR GRABS!!



Brooke emerges from the curtain with a delightful glare. She examines the cheers and boos equally, but scoffs at the idea of letting them change her mood. She walks down calmly. A sense of certainty seems to escort her to the ring. Up the steps and through the ropes, and to the ref in the corner for a preliminary pat down.



Stone Highmore: She didn’t win a Championship because she’s beautiful, she won it because she’s fierce and never gives up, Blaze!



Roland Blaze: There is no doubt, Brooke is a proven commodity in this business, and she shines brightest in OCW!



Waving to some, Blakely stretches in the corner, anticipation grows deep and thick like that flem after a long road trip. Fans murmur to themselves and others knowing that the only way now is Calaway.






Red lights pour in with foggy atmospheric dread. Her silhouette appears behind the screen, before Alexandra leans back in pose on her A game early. She smiles wide, prancing down the staging area, then to the ramp, and finally to the ring. She exchanges barbs with fans on her journey, then pops onto the apron to pose and smile. Her and Brooke lock onto one another almost instantaneously. The referee pats down Calaway, as the bell rings- BROOKE LAUNCHES OVER THE REF WITH A FOREARM TO ALEXANDRA’S FACE!



Roland Blaze: WHAAMMMYYY!



Stone Highmore: ZERO time wasted, ZERO fucks given by Blakely!



Calaway drops her entrance robe to free her hands, Brooke slams her face into the turnbuckle. Blakely turns animating the crowd, then slaps the reeling Alexandra across the face.



Roland Blaze: WHOOOA!! HOLY MOLY!



Alexandra stumbles out, but Brooke drops and pushes her back into the corner, two punches to the dome later, Brooke lifts her onto the top rope, and assumes the position.



Stone Highmore: SUPERPLEEEXXXX!!!!!! NOOOO!!!



Roland Blaze: SSUPPPPEPRRDUPPPPPPPERRRRRPLLEEXXXXXXX!!



Alexandra tries to fight it off at first, but Blakely’s grit and determination prevail, she lifts her opponent into a vertical position, then spike her head first with a straight drop down onto the ring post. Calaway collapses to the outside of the ring. Fans gasp, Brooke’s eyes glaze over in a blank stare. She points at the referee to start the count.



Stone Highmore: CALAWAY MIGHT BE OUT COLD!



Roland Blaze: Brooke just impaled Calaway, who has not regained her balance from that early onslaught. The ref is already at THREE!



Calaway moves her hands to hold her injured head. Blood drips from her scalp down her nose and chin. Medics look on concerned from ringside but are waived off and called pussies by Roland Blaze.



Stone Highmore: At least she is awake! Bullet dodged!



Medics hesitate, staring at Alexandra trying to regain her balance.


Brooke watches on- seeing the ref stop at a SIX count, plus Calaway using the announce table to prop herself up in order to break it. Shaking her head, Alex wipes the blood from her eyes. BLAKLEY IS SPRINGBOARDING OVER THE TOP AT HER!



Stone Highmore: CALAWAY COUNTERS!



Blakely dives into a cross body whip around slam through the OCW Anarchy announce table. Roland looks sad as his Fresca was nearly spilled. Both competitors lazy on the broken table, Calaway a bloody mess, and Blakely curled up next to the barrier behind the table.



Roland Blaze: WOOO! CLOSE CALL! Brooke hit the table and slammed into the barrier beside us! This match evened up fast!



Stone Highmore: Can’t blame her for being aggressive, it had served her well early, but now we will see who wins the battle of endurance to avoid that TEN COUNT!



The ref signals FIVE! Both get to their knees, exchanging right hands, bowing in either direction as they each try to reach deeper. Finally, they have one last double strike, and fall leaning on each other, both unconscious, but neither laying for a count. The ref looks perplexed at the circumstance. He shrugs, waiting for one or both to come back to life. Blaze offers him some Fresca, he declines.



Stone Highmore: What a dual we have here! Neither will give an inch! OUTCASTS TIL THE END!!



Roland Blaze: You get royalty checks, don’t you?



Alexandra begins to stir. She pushes Blakely off of her, and rises carefully to a standing position. She steps over debris, and rolls into the ring for a reprieve. Brooke rolls to her stomach, her eyes flutter as the realization of pain everywhere sets in. She moans loud, then gets to one knee, spotting her opponent in the ring. Brooke musters more will to go on, and sprints to the ring while still moaning in pain. She slides in to take advantage of the recuperating Calaway, BUT IT’S A TRAP! ALEXANDRA TOSSES HER INTO A CRIPPLER CROSSFACE! THERE IS NO SUBMISSION OR DQ! Brooke’s feet frantically find the ropes, but it makes no difference.



Roland Blaze: BIG MISTAKE!!! OH NOOOO!



Stone Highmore: The ref cannot stop this submission on a tap out here, and cannot DQ Calaway for not breaking the hold!



Blakely begins to fade after pleading with the ref to break the hold. He profusely apologizes and declines. Moments turn to seconds, seconds into minutes, Brooke shows less and less signs of life. Calaway lets go as her muscles begin to fail. She rolls off of Brooke, and out of the ring, sliding in a puddle of her own blood. Alexandra walks toward the ring bell, asking for the Championship. She snatches it by force, and tells the ref to do his fucking job. He begins counting the defenseless Brooke out. ONE. TWO. THREE…



Stone Highmore: Blakely gave it EVERYTHING! It’s all but a formality now. What a match here on Revival!



FOUR. FIVE. SIX…



Roland Blaze: Alex survives her own gruesome injury to overcome the former Paradigm Champion’s opening salvo!



Stone Highmore: Impressive start in this revitalized model. Hence why she tossed that old relic.



SEVEN. EIGHT. NINE…



Calaway holds the title above her head on the ramp, the ref raises his hand for the signal; THAT BROOKE IS ON HER FEET!!!!



Roland Blaze: WHAT!!? HOWW?!!



Stone Highmore: BLAKELY LIVES!



Alexandra's jaw drops as Brooke walks out from behind the ref, stumbling forward. She catches herself on the ropes then drops to the mat, rolling out. The two brutally injured women desperately head for collision half way down the entrance ramp!



Stone Highmore: HEREEE WE GO AGAIIINNN!



Brooke counters attempts, using pure rage to push Alexandra further up the ramp. Calaway does her best to teeter and tip toe as she tries to maintain balance with each passing Blakely blow. They reach the crescent, eye to eye, soul to soul, Anarchy Champion to Runner Up. Brooke swings for a takedown, Calaway pivots, dipping under… BROOKE SLAPS HER AGAIN!



Roland Blaze: CAREFULLLL LADIESS!!



Stone Highmore: Blood and sweat just doused the stage!



Blakely smiles in Alexandra’s face. Calaway coils backward, Brooke hops up to get behind her, but CALAWAY UNLOADS WITH A MASSIVE MID-AIR SUPERKICK! BROOKE BLAKELY FLIES OFF THE RAMP INTO THE STAGING AREA 50 FEET BELOW! The ref finally catches up to the ridiculous amount of action.



Stone Highmore: OH MY GOD! WHERE ARE THOSE MEDIICSS!



Roland Blaze: Yeah! Never around when you need them!



Cameras catch up with the fallen Blakely, who landed in a pile of audio equipment that has caught fire.



ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. SEVEN. EIGHT.



Roland Blaze: HEY, PUT THAT OUT!!!



Stone Highmore: Brooke does not look good...



NINE. TEN.


The ref signals for the bell. Alexandra sits on the ramp with the bloodied Anarchy Championship in her lap. The ref raises her one remaining good arm. Her bloody smirk shines as the new ANARCHY CHAMPION of OUTCAST CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING!



Firemen run in behind followed by EMS.

LEE BATES: YOUR WUNNNNNNNNNNNER AND NEWWWWWWWWWW ANARCHY CHAMPION...........ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!

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The screen cuts to Britlyn Baylor. She has an unpleasent look on her face, but she is able to curl it into a smile.





Britlyn: "I am so very proud of everyone here tonight, save a couple. Every member of RISE and Anarchy they showed up and showed out. I appreciate that. However.....the same question still stands that stood when the cameras turned on tonight. Will Chris Chaos come out of retirement? How can I get him signed? What will it take? After tonight, and the theft of the Rebellion Title belt and that henious attack.......I have done the one thing I vowed I'd never do. I called the ONE man I vowed I'd never call. I SIGNED the ONE MAN I VOWED I'D NEVER SIGN. He agreed to terms, he signed the contract and faxed it back and he WILL be at Anarchy, Chris. The ONE MAN who can make you come back is now a member of the very same roster......and lets just say things about to get a little more radical around here....."



The crowd pops.



She continues.



"Next up is the OCW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP match. A rematch from Access Denied. After everything that has gone on tonight, I am NOT risking my Main Event getting messed up. I am putting this out there now. If ANY member of EITHER roster gets involved in this match, you will be fired on the spot and trespassed.



How can I enforce trespassing?



Not only will security be surrounding the ring, but Tampa PD will be at ring side. Play at your own risk, ladies and gents, but playing is something I am done doing."



The screen goes blank as the crowd buzzes.

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The camera's cut the the arena, where the ring is surrounded by security personnel and Tampa PD in full riot gear!

Hearts Burst Into Fire By Bullet for my valentine starts to play, as the low guitar riffs draws the attention of the audience, Easton lets everybody wait as the song begins to pick up with that signature sweeping melody. the lyrics kick in as Easton Alexander makes his presence known on the ramp. He opens his coat to reveal the ORIGINAL OCW World Title. Not SYNN's, but the ORIGINAL red and white one!











IM COMING HOME











IVE BEEN GONE FOR FAR TOO LONG.











DO YOU REMEBER ME AT ALL











IM LEAVING... HAVE I F#@&ED THINGS UP AGAIN!















The crowd cheer and reach over the guard rail as Easton slowly makes his way down the ramp, taking the time to high five some people in the front row but never taking his eyes off the ring. he stops just before the apron and takes a breath before running up the turnbuckle and pausing to point at the nosebleeds. he then begins to sing along with the theme.















WHEN I SEE YOUR FACE MY HEARTS BURST INTO FIRE...











HEARTS BURST INTO FIIIIIIRRRREEEE.















He points at the ring announcer as a que to start his introduction.











Lee Bates: From North Bay Ontario, Canada... He stands 6 foot, 1 inches tall and he weighs in at 233 pounds... He is the self proclaimed "Northern Wind" he is also the self proclaimed "Final Minute Miracle." He is "The Last of a Dying Breed." He may go by many nicknames... But everybody knows... THE CANADIAN DRRRRRRRAGON.







Easton hops on the opposite turnbuckle and throws his hand in the air, extending his index and middle fingers. he brings them down and runs them across his throat. He takes the old belt off his waist, and stares at it in the center of the ring.






LEE BATES: EASTON... ALLLLLLLLLEXANDER.

Stone: This just has that big fight feel to it! 
Blaze: Why is he wearing the damn old belt!

Just then the arena goes dark.

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

Smoke billows as the crowd goes wild.

I would feed you all my pleasures

Just to drown in all of yours

Have you heard of me?

Are you hurting me?


Let me savor what I'm waiting for

A chance to make me choke

You're all I can think about

The taste is red in rust

Can I hold you in my mouth


Until I fade into this form?

Can you cover me?

Will you breathe for me?





Stone: There she is! The DEMON is HERE in TAMPA!

Synn walks down to the ring slowly. 

LEE BATES: AND HIS OPPONENT.........FROM ANCHORAGE ALASKA........THE OCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION....................SYNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN



She makes her way through the line of cops, which opens, and she slides into the ring staring at Easton. Who stares back, unfazed.

Stone: He's Not afraid, Roland!

Blaze: He's not afraid but I sure am!





SYNN and Easton are nose to nose as the bell rings. The two both transform as they hear the sound, and the brawl begins. Lefts and rights in the center of the ring, until Easton gets the upper hand. He backs SYNN into the corner. He continues the body blows and knees, before whipping her across the ring to the other turnbuckle. The demon bounces off, and staggers to the center of the ring where a running knee to the gut flips her on her keaster. Easton immediately goes to one knee and wraps his arms around in a sleeper, contorting her neck.



SYNN is flailing to get out of it. Eventually, she uses momentum to reverse the hold and spin, getting to her feet. Easton is still locked in, but they are front-to-front now. SYNN knees Easton in the gut to back him off, but it is only temporary as he comes back with a lariat that flips her around again. She lands on her back and Easton comes off the ropes and drops a knee across her torso.



Stone: It has been all Easton here in the early going. He is motivated, and he is showing it.



Blaze: SYNN always starts slow. It’s like she needs pain to get revved up.



He picks her up by her hair and arm drags her. He has her back in a sitting position. Again he locks in the dragon sleeper. He is trying to slow the match down, wear the champ out. SYNN is able to get a pele kick the to the face of Easton, breaking the hold. He comes off the ropes and goes for a running knee to the face but she ducks it like the matrix, her entire back touching the mat before popping up. He turns around and steps into SYNN punching him in the gut 3 times. He bends over, holding his midsection. She gets up quick, locking him in for a DDT, but he reverses and pushes off. She comes off the ropes and he catches her, hitting a back body drop. He hooks the leg.





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Synn kicks out.



He grins, almost like he WANTED her to. He wants to inflict more punishment. He picks her up again, this time throwing her into the corner. No showboating, all business as he runs and splashes her in the corner.



Stone: The OCW Champ hasn’t gotten off the blocks here in the early going. Easton is looking like a million bucks!



He goes to whip her into the other turnbuckle, but she reverses in the center of the ring. She catches his clothesline attempt and lips him up, dropping him to the mat with an exploder suplex out of nowhere. She bought herself some time with it, and rolls towards the ropes to catch her bearings. Easton gets to his feet as well. He charges the champ, but Synn sees it and rolls out of the ring just as he crashes into the ropes. The two exchange a glance as she walks around inside the line of security and Tampa PD. She snarls as she walks up the steps, getting back into the ring. Easton is ready. He immediately charges, but Synn ducks again. A few hard right hands backs him into the corner this time. She hauls off and chops him hard across the chest. She snarls again as she grabs his arm, pulling him into her for a belly-to-belly suplex, but he blocks with his foot, and throws her in one. Easton hooks the leg and again Synn kicks out at 2.



Blaze: It is going to take a lot more than a belly-to-belly to keep Synn down.



She gets to her feet with a snap of adrenaline. Easton smiles at her as Synn snarls.



Stone: She’s getting mad now, this is dangerous for Easton!



He goes for a hard right hand. She blocks it. He swings again, she blocks it. He kicks her in the gut, she bends down, and he comes off the ropes with a swinging neck breaker. Synn is down, but is laughing. This appears to anger Easton, as he picks her up again, whips her off the ropes, she goes for a clothesline and he ducks. FLOATOVER DDT from Easton!



Easton is pulling out all the stops. Synn, however, has a smile on her face. She is ENJOYING this.



He picks her back up. He throws her into the corner. She hits the turnbuckle as he chagres, going for the exploder, but she ducks. He bounces off the turnbuckle after bashing his face.



HELLUVA KICK from Synn.



He wobbles and she hooks him under the shoulder.



Spinning power bomb!



That flattens Easton.



Stone: Synn with her first real offense of the contest. She’s been in survival mode since jump street.



She covers.





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Easton kicks out.



She picks up Easton, and stands him up. Synn begins to taunt him, slapping him across the face with an open palm.



Eastons lip curls. SYNN smiles a crooked smile, then slaps him again.



Each one is accompanied by a “OOOOH” from the sold out crowd.



She goes for a third slap but he grabs her arm. This time Easton explodes into a brain buster. Synn pops up, and he kicks her in the face to put her back down.



Blaze: Back and forth we go. Neither one can keep the other down.



Stone: Britlyn said she wants to see who the best wrestler is. No gimmicks, no excuses. One on one until we have a winner!



Easton, clearly a bit frustrated with the lack of progress, picks up SYNN again. He hooks an arm over his shoulder.



Northern Lights Suplex on the demon! He keeps his grip, using his strength to pull her back up. ANOTHER NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!



A THIRD.



A FOURTH



A FIFTH



He lets go after this one as Synn is flat in the center of the ring.



He comes off the ropes again, this time the rolling elbow.



He hooks the leg.



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SYNN GETS A SHOULDER UP.



Easton slaps the map, his smirk turning to a frustrated snarl. He yells out, and picks Synn up by the hair. He stands her up, she’s wobbling. He drapes the arm over again.



Blaze: Is he going to go for ANOTHER SERIES OF SUPLEXES?



Stone: I THINK HE IS!



He hits ANOTHER Northern Lights Suplex but this time on the bridge Synn rolls through, lifting him up.



BEAUTIFUL DISASTER!



The Sitout Butterfly Cradle Drop connects, but Synn keeps her hold on him this time, lifting him up but face first instead. Sit Out Full Nelson Facebuster!!!!



Easton goes face first into the canvas.



She whips his legs over, out of her way, and drags him to the corner. She picks him up, firing off a couple of hard shots, then lifts him and drops him upside down, tying his feet into the ropes.



TREE OF WOE!



Stone: Oh god, tree of whoa! Synn has that look in her eyes here!



The crowd buzzes as she sticks her tongue out, giving the neck slit symbol. She climbs the top rope.



Keeping her balance, she gives one more glance to make sure Easton is still in position. Then, she jumps.



COAST TO COAST!!!!!!



Front corner-to-corner missile dropkick connects with vicious impact! SYNN landed on her back hard, though. She is delayed in making the cover. She finally does.



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3–EASTON GETS A SHOULDER UP!



The crowd roars again as Synn rolls off.



She is up, taunting Easton to get up. Stalking him. He is slow getting to his feet, but he finally does. She swings, going for the lariat, he ducks, hooking under. GERMAN SUPLEX! Out of nowhere and it buys him some time.



Stone: We said it was Synn in survival mode earlier, now Easton with the desperation move!



Blaze: These two rivals know each other so well. This is a war of attrition. It’s gonna come down to who makes the LAST move.



Synn is up to her knees. Easton is holding the ropes, shaking off the last onslaught.



Easton and Synn meet in the middle again, and Synn hits a butterfly suplex. This time she doesn’t cover but rather puts on the lotus lock!



She has it locked in tight, with Easton’s arms pinned behind him. He is clearly pained.



Stone: Synn knows that this high-impact stuff favors Alexander. She wants to try to slow this thing down, and takes his arms and shoulders out so he can’t get her up.



Blaze: I think she just wants to inflict as much pain as possible.


Easton is trying to fight his way out. To do everything he can to reverse the pressure.



Synn is pulling back, trying to dislocate his shoulders.



"LETS GO SYNN. EASTON ROCKS. LETS GO SYNN. EASTON ROCKS. "



He is center of the ring, nowhere to go.



He is able to spin out of it, getting them both back to a central base.



Blaze: Ridiculous counter on the lotus there. I thought Easton was toast!



They are locked up, and Synn kicks him in the knee. He yells, grimaces, holding his knee. He hops away, on one leg. SYNN stays on the attack. He is really nursing that knee, and the ref backs her off.



Stone: Easton may be legitimately hurt here.



Blaze: It's part of the sport. Stop crying and get fighting!



Easton tries to stand, and in his anger he swings at Synn. She backs up. The ref may be close to calling off this match.



He waves no. He's fine. He wants to continue.



The ref asks if he's sure.



SYNN doesn't need anymore re-assurance. She attacks Easton in the corner with a flury of punches and kicks. She goes to whip him into the other corner and in the center of the ring he crumbles. He knee gives out.



Stone: Yep, he's legit hurt. I think he hyperextended it with that kick from SYNN.



SYNN doesn't seem to care. She grabs Easton and goes to pick him up again but he counters quick, locking her in Cravat Headlock. Synn is fighting to get out of it now. He has it sinched in!



The ref gets down to check, but the champ is fading.



Easton lets go when she goes limp. He throws his arms up, and grins. Still limping, he walks over and picks her up by the hair.



Blaze: The headlock did its job. He is going to finish this right now!



He grabs SYNN by her colored hair and says "Say Goodnight" with a grin.



ASIAN MIST!



SYNN SPITS A MIST



BUT EASTON MOVES



SYNN BLINDS THE REF WITH THE MIST!!!!!



The ref falls back holding his eyes.



Synn hits a dropkick to the knee to take Easton back down when suddenly the crowd goes wild again.



From UNDER THE RING comes Moonlight Rose!



Stone: What the hell! That's Moonlight Rose! Moonlight is in the ring, and she is stalking the demon assassin!



Blaze: She's gonna get herself fired!



Stone: She doesn't work here! Britlyn said nobody who works here!



Synn turns around, sensing someone behind her.



OTK!!!!!!!!!!!



Moonlight Rose plants Synn in the center of the ring. She comes off the ropes...........



MOONSAULT!



Now security is in the ring, but she is quicker than them. Moonlight steps on the middle rope and springboards, flipping over Tampa PD and running up the ramp. The police and security give chase.



Stone: Now the security is gone! We have nobody here but a few officers! We have a shattered announce desk, a blind ref, and now an OCW champion that is about to be royally screwed!



Synn is getting to her feet, despite the assault, but wobbly.



Easton, as if miraculously healed, grabs her. He lifts her up.



Stone: OH MY GOD!



GOTCH PILEDRIVER!!!!!



Blaze: It's over! Shut off the lights, put the kids to bed, the party's over!



Easton covers.



A new ref runs and slides into the ring





The crowd counts along.











1







































Stone: Damnit!



























2!















Blaze: New champion, we are going to have a new champion here!























3--------------------NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SYNN KICKED OUT, SYNN KICKED OUT SOMEHOW!!!!!!!



The crowd is stunned!



Stone: THE DEMON JUST KICKED OUT OF THE GODDAMN GOTCH DRIVER! PARDON MY FRENCH BUT SYNN WILL NOT DIE!



Blaze: Easton can't believe it!



Easton is in shock.



He covers again out of sheer frustration.





1















2







Shoulder up!



He slaps the mat.



Easton, with a deranged look in his face........picks the nearly unconscious Synn up.



She can barely stand.



He signals for CURSED NIGHT!



Kick to the gut!



He's got her in it.



SYNN REVERSES!!!!!!



BRAM STOKER!!! BRAM STOKER OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!!!!!!



Stone: SHE HIT IT!!!!!!! BRAM STOKER! IT'S OVER! COVER HIM! COVER THAT CHEATING BASTARDDD!



SYNN crawls to the cover.





The crowd counts





1



























Stone: DO IT!













2!



























Stone: COUNT FASTER!















































3!!!!!!!









The crowd explodes as Synn rolls off, exhausted.



Lee Bates: HERE IS YOUR WINNER............AND STILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL OCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...................SYNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!





The new ref helps her to her feet. He has both belts. Synn can barely stand, but a smile smile crosses her face as she drops to a knee, holding both her original OCW World Title and this new one!



Stone: Easton gave it all he had! He even had a plan in place to outsmart us all..........but it didn't work. Not here. Not tonight! SYNN did it! The DEMON QUEEN REIGNS SUPREME IN TAMPA!



The remaining police officers help her to her feet and go to help her out of the ring.



Stone: What the hell!



Just then................one of the officers strikes the other. He looks at Synn........



Stone: WHAT. THE. HELL!



The police officer picks Synn up.







POWERBOMB!!!!!!!!!



He stands over her and removes his riot gear helmet.



Stone: DONNIE HARRIS! THAT'S DONNIE HARRIS! DAMNIT TO HELL!



Donnie stands over Synn, holding her world title high as Easton backs up the ramp, pointing and yelling that thats his belt! Donnie grins at Easton and looks down at the fallen SYNN



Stone: THERE IS GOING TO BE HELL TO PAY ON ANARCHY! DONNIE HARRIS HAS CROSSED THE DAMN LINE!!!!



















Revival fades to black.