Anarchy 10-5-23

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Post by "Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor on Oct 5, 2023 21:49:00 GMT -5

DCU CENTER
WORCESTER, MASSACHUSETTS

Stone Highmore: Hello everyone and welcome to Worcester, Massachusetts! We are on the heels of our first ever Brand Exclusive Pay Per View, and boy was that an event for the ages!

Roland Blaze: Also known as "Not Boston", this should be a great show! New champions, new talent, new rivalries. We are sizzling like bacon here on Anarchy and its only going to get hotter!

Stone: Big show here tonight, as we see Damien Calaway defend his Rebellion Title for the first time!

Blaze: Brooke is game, she proved that. Lets see how she handles the big man!

Backstage, an OCW camera is locked on to and following Donnie Harris as he walks through the DCU Center. He was clearly walking with purpose and urgency, as he didn't have much time. He gets to the ladies' locker room door and he bangs on it. Peeking out, Brooke Blakely was clearly preparing for her match for later that night for the Rebellion title.

Brooke: Donnie? What are you...

Donnie: Don't get involved, Brooke.

Brooke: What are you talking about?

Donnie: Listen, I know you and SYNN are really close, I get that, but neither SYNN nor I want you jeopardizing your shot tonight at Damien Calaway.

Brooke: Donnie, what are you getting at? Are you trying to tell me not to help my friend if she needs it?

Donnie: That is exactly what I'm saying.

Blakely, visibly insulted, scoffs and goes to speak, but Donnie gently lifts a gloved hand.

Donnie: Like I said, I get the relationship you two have. SYNN has been pretty instrumental in your development, and you've been doing really well, but you need to let the veterans wrestle their match. The last time you tried to help SYNN, it did not end well, remember?

The atmosphere of their conversation changes drastically.

Brooke: You're right, I know. You taking me out beforehand didn't help anyone either.

Donnie: But you became a distraction to SYNN. You made it harder for her to focus on what mattered: what was going in the ring. I honestly wish I could have caught you first, but you were already trying to face Konstantine and there was no way SYNN could do what she does best, at her best, worrying about you. This is why I'm telling you this once.

Donnie leans in, almost nose to nose, his nostrils flaring slightly.

Donnie: Stay out of my way. Focus on the big picture. Know that SYNN will be there to help you if Alexandra gets in the way, and if not her, then watch for me. I owe you and SYNN for helping me at AJFB, I really do, even though I lost. I'm not going to take that lightly, especially after everything I've done to you both.

Donnie backs off, and both he and Brooke nod to each other.

Donnie: Break a leg, and make sure the leg you're breaking is attached to either Calaway.

The camera stays on a confused Brooke before fading to black

OCW programming comes back from commercial and EGO and QUEEN E are already in the ring. They are arguing about who is going to be the one to attack Blake first, and begin pushing and shoving each other.

Blaze: Look at these clowns.

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

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

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

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

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

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

DING DING DING

The moment the bell tolled, Ego lunged at Queen E with a vicious clothesline attempt. Queen E, however, was quicker than Ego had anticipated. She ducked beneath his arm and, with lightning speed, executed a spinning heel kick that sent Ego sprawling to the canvas. The crowd roared in approval as Queen E seized the early advantage.

Not one to be outdone, Blake Anderson wasted no time. He lunged at Queen E, attempting to catch her off guard with a running clothesline. Queen E saw him coming, though, and dropped to the mat, executing a textbook dropkick that sent Blake crashing into the ropes. He rebounded off the ropes, but Queen E was relentless. She grabbed Blake by the arm and delivered a fierce arm drag, sending him crashing to the canvas.

As Blake tried to regain his footing, Queen E seized the moment to continue her assault. She locked in a tight headlock, putting pressure on Blake's neck and forcing him to expend precious energy to break free. The audience watched in awe as Queen E showcased her technical prowess.

Stone: Queen E showing a little fight here, and Ego hasn't been too bad.

Blaze: It's the OCW Stone, nobody is just going to roll over.

Ego, still recovering from Queen E's earlier assault, finally climbed back to his feet. He saw Queen E and Blake locked in the grapple, and a sly grin crossed his face. Seizing the opportunity, he charged at the struggling wrestlers, launching himself into the air for a double dropkick. But fate had other plans.

At the last second, Blake and Queen E both released their hold on each other and dropped to the mat, narrowly avoiding Ego's devastating attack. Ego's double dropkick met nothing but empty air, and he crashed hard onto the canvas. The crowd erupted in laughter and cheers as Ego writhed in pain.

Stone: Whoops.

Blake Anderson, now in control, capitalized on Ego's misfortune. He pulled Ego up by his hair and whipped him into the ropes. As Ego rebounded, Blake hoisted him into the air with a thunderous spinebuster. The impact echoed throughout the arena, and Ego lay motionless on the mat. On the outside, Belladonna and Sinclair both clap and high-five, feeling very confident about their husband/clients performance so far.

Queen E, seeing her chance to regain the upper hand, charged at Blake from behind. However, Blake's instincts were razor-sharp. He spun around just in time to catch Queen E in a bearhug. Queen E struggled in his vice-like grip, her breath escaping her lungs with every squeeze.

Stone: Blake is such a brute in the ring! He is trying to squeeze the life out of Queen E here. And so far, it appears to be working!

Blake, sensing Queen E's weakening resistance, tightened his hold further, putting immense pressure on her ribs. Queen E's face contorted in pain as the crowd rallied behind her. She fought valiantly, delivering a series of elbow strikes to Blake's head. But Blake's grip remained unbroken.

Desperation took over Queen E as she summoned all her remaining strength. With a sudden burst of energy, she shifted her weight, using her legs to scissor Blake's head. The headscissors takedown took Blake by surprise, and he released his grip, allowing Queen E to roll away, gasping for breath.

As Queen E caught her breath, Ego, with his immense ego bruised and battered, began to stir. Slowly, he crawled toward the ropes, using them to pull himself up. Blake, however, had other plans. He rushed at Ego, slamming him face-first into the turnbuckle with a brutal Irish whip.

Ego staggered out of the corner, disoriented and vulnerable. Blake seized the moment, executing a flawless belly-to-belly suplex that sent Ego crashing to the mat. The impact was so devastating that the ring shook beneath them.

Blaze: That's high impact right there, Stone! Ego, for all those muscles, is being thrown around like a discarded toy by the leader of the Dynasty.

With Ego down and out, Blake turned his attention back to Queen E. He pulled her up, but she was not ready to give up. Queen E surprised Blake with a jaw-dropping DDT, driving his head into the canvas. The audience gasped as the tables seemed to turn once more.

Queen E, showing incredible resilience, slowly climbed to her feet, her eyes locked on the dazed Blake. She executed a perfect standing moonsault, her body soaring through the air before crashing down onto Blake's chest. The crowd erupted in applause as Queen E made the cover, and the referee dropped to the mat for the count.

One! Two! Thr—

But before the referee's hand could hit the mat for the third time, Blake Anderson powered out, breaking the pin attempt with a display of raw strength.

Belladonna's expression changes. Sinclair still claps but Bella now stands, her hands on the ring apron, looking a little more concerned than Blake would like her to.

Stone: That was close!

Blaze: Almost a HUGE upset!

Queen E was undeterred. She knew she had to keep the pressure on. She dragged Blake to his feet and whipped him into the ropes, preparing for a clothesline. However, Blake had different plans. He ducked under Queen E's outstretched arm and rebounded off the opposite ropes, building momentum.

With lightning speed, Blake leaped into the air, executing a massive lariat, almost turning her inside out. His arm connected with Queen E's chest with devastating force, and she crumpled to the mat. The crowd watched in awe of Blake's brute strength.

Now, with Queen E down and Ego still recovering on the outside, Blake Anderson began to ascend the turnbuckles.

Stone: What is he doing?! Since when has he added a top rope element to the arsenal?

Stone: He's feeling himself right now, Stone, let the man eat!

The audience knew what was coming next, and the anticipation was palpable. Blake balanced himself on the top rope, his eyes locked on Queen E, who lay motionless below.

With a thunderous roar from the crowd, Blake leaped into the air, executing a picture-perfect elbow drop off the top. His body soared through the air before crashing down onto Queen E with incredible precision. The arena seemed to shake from the impact, and the crowd erupted.

Stone: Well, that pretty much seals it.

Blaze: If he can add an ariel attack, he will be damn near unstoppable.

Blake, fueled by adrenaline, knew that this was his moment. He pulled Queen E to her feet, her body limp and unresponsive. With one final burst of energy, he hoisted her onto his shoulders, setting her up for a devastating powerbomb.

The crowd knew what was coming next and rose to their feet in anticipation. Queen E's eyes widened as she plummeted earthward, helpless in Blake's grip.

Then, with bone-jarring impact, Blake Anderson drove Queen E into the canvas with force. The crowd's mixture of cheers and boos reached a deafening crescendo as the ring shook from the sheer force of the move.

Blake was not finished. He rolled Queen E's lifeless body onto her back and made the cover, hooking her leg for added leverage. The referee dropped to the mat for the count.

One! Two!

Broken up by Ego at the last second. Blake, who took a club to the back of the head from Ego, just smiles, seeming unfazed. Ego, now in control, continued his assault on Blake, stomping on his fallen opponent with ruthless aggression. Blake smiled a sick grin through the entire thing.

He caught one of Ego's stomps and twisted Ego's leg, causing him to lose his balance and crash to the mat.

With a surge of determination, Blake climbed to his feet and unleashed a flurry of devastating strikes on Ego. Each punch and kick was delivered with precision and power, and Ego had no answer for the onslaught.

Blake whipped Ego into the ropes and, as Ego rebounded, hoisted him into the air with a spine-shivering powerbomb. Ego's body arched in agony as he crashed back-first onto the canvas.

With Ego down and out, Blake Anderson knew that this was his moment to secure a historic victory. Ego stumbled out from the corner and Blake gave him the go to sleep hand symbol before connecting with Dy-Nasty (V-Trigger)!

Stone: Dy-Nasty! Good lord I'll be surprised if Ego has any teeth left!

Ego falls on top of the still motionless body of Queen E. Belladonna and Sinclair laugh and point from the outside as he puts a foot on Ego's back. The ref drops down for the count.

One! Two! Three!

Lee Masters: Here is your winner.........Blake Anderson!

Blake spits on the ground before rolling out of the ring, putting his arms around Belladonna. Sinclair pats him on the back.

Blaze: A dominant performance from Blake there, beating two people at once, and it was never in doubt. Maybe this is the win that gets him back on the winning track!

Stone: It could be! And he has a HUGE match coming on Halloween, he has to pull out all the stops!

COMMERCIAL BREAK

As Anarchy comes back from commercial break we see a video of an all black 2023 Toyota Supra doing donuts in the parking lot outside of the arena causing a circling of smoke so large that the vehicle nearly disappears entirely. Suddenly the car comes barreling through the smoke at full speed the engine roars as the driver waits until the last minute to shift causing the RPMS to top out. The car drops down into the underground parking and abruptly stops and the driver kills the engine.

Stone: What is this all about?

Blaze: I think we’re about to find out.

The driver door opens and two feet adorned by two python dress shoes hit the cold concrete and a figure stands and begins to strut into the arena.

Blaze: Those shoes aren’t cheap I can tell you that for sure!

The sound system echoes the footsteps of the individual as he continues trotting into the arena and down the hallways of the DCU center while the fans in attendance wait in suspense wondering who is making their way into the arena in such a fashionable way.

Stone: Enough of the suspense, we can’t take it anymore!

The sound of the footsteps stop and the camera shot goes dark momentarily just as the figure reaches an office door just shy of the gorilla position. The camera pans up onto the sign on the door which reads “Boss Lady Britlyn Baylor.” The fans in attendance cheer!

Blaze: Business is about to pick up by the looks of things.

Stone: Britlyn is here in Worcester? She flew all the way here from Tampa, it MUST be something, or someone, important!

The mystery individual turns the camera to himself and points it at his shoes and slowly aims it all the way up his outfit which is a dashing all black suit with a red tie. The camera pans to his face and reveals the one and only, original bad boy, Justin York. The fans drastically change their tone and begin to try and boo him out of the building.

Stone: Justin York is here at Anarchy as well?!

Blaze: Looking pretty dapper as well and these people aren’t happy about any part of it.

Stone: We're in the heart of Massachusetts, and they boo the Yankees lighter than this! Question is… What the hell is he doing outside of the bosses office?

Justin has a shit eating grin on his face as he blows a kiss to the camera directed at the angry fans who are expressing their hatred for the man.

JY: It’s time to turn this shithole into a place that we can all be proud to work at and you folks can be content spending your hard earned money to come to. Bare with me, CHANGE IS COMING!

The fans haven’t stopped booing as York smirks in the camera one last time before shoving his open palm into it with force causing the camera man to fall down on his ass and lose focus. When the camera refocuses it catches Justin York swing the office door of Britlyn Baylor wide open and march in like he owns the place.

Stone: Can you believe this? I wonder what change he speaks of or if he’s blowing smoke. Better yet, I wonder what he wants with Britlyn.

Blaze: Time will tell. I’ll say this: him being here for one is a change and one that the fans of OCW aren’t too fond of.

Stone: This may take some getting used too, no question.

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

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

Lee Masters: This is a tag team match, set for one fall. Introducing first, representing the RISE brand........Nox Von Anna and Zephyr Draven.......ASYLUM

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

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

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

Masters: DONNIE... HARRIS!

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

Asylum is outside the ring, watching Donnie enter.

Stone: Donnie has a lot on his mind as of late, but he is in good hands here. Synn says he can trust her, well, he is about to find out first hand!

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

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

The hands around my throat

It's all I can think about

The smell of sweat and blood"

SYNN walks out onto the ramp, a deadpan expression as she stares at the ring, tilting her head side to side. She is worse for wear after her match with Kon, and a noticeable limp.

Stone: Here is she! The demon is in Worcester! But....she's not all there. She's hurting, Blaze.

Blaze: She is worse for wear, for sure, but she's here. She's not backing down!

She slowly walks to the ring like impending death, before sliding into the ring under the ropes and slithering to the middle.

This is the first time we see a smile, a twisted and demonic one. The demon pops up and goes to the corner and waits for her opponent or licks her lips at her opponent if they are already in the ring.

Blaze: Still as creepy as ever.

DING DING DING

The bell rang out, signaling the start of the match. SYNN and Nox Von Anna stepped into the ring, and immediately, Nox began to taunt SYNN. Their heated rivalry had reached a boiling point, and both women were eager to settle the score.

Nox and SYNN locked up in the center of the ring, jockeying for position. Nox, known for her ruthless tactics, gained the upper hand with a cheap shot to SYNN's ribs. The crowd jeered as Nox seized control, targeting SYNN's left arm with a series of punishing armlocks and joint manipulations.

Nox, relentless in her assault, whipped SYNN into the ropes, looking for a clothesline. But SYNN had other plans. She ducked under the swinging arm and rebounded off the opposite ropes. With lightning speed, SYNN leaped into the air and delivered a stunning crossbody, taking Nox down to the canvas.

The audience erupted in cheers as SYNN capitalized on the momentum, delivering a series of powerful strikes and kicks to Nox's prone body. She was determined to gain the upper hand in this intense showdown.

But Nox was not to be underestimated. With a sudden burst of energy, she reversed one of SYNN's kicks, grabbed her leg, and executed a dragon screw leg whip that sent SYNN crashing to the mat. Nox quickly transitioned into a submission hold, wrenching SYNN's leg in a painful ankle lock.

Stone: Synn has taken a lot of punishment in recent weeks. We saw her limping out here, and Nox is using that to her full advantage, going right after that injured leg.

Blaze: Veteran move, I don't blame her one bit! At the end of the day you can feel bad for SYNN all you want, but Asylum is here to win!

SYNN grimaced in pain but refused to give up. She clawed her way toward the ropes, desperately trying to break the hold. The crowd rallied behind her, their cheers growing louder with each inch she inched closer to safety. With a final burst of determination, SYNN managed to grab the bottom rope, forcing Nox to release the hold.

Nox, frustrated by SYNN's resilience, tagged in her partner, Zephyr Draven, a high-flying daredevil known for his aerial prowess. Zephyr wasted no time, launching himself off the top rope and nailing SYNN with a breathtaking missile dropkick.

SYNN crashed to the mat, and Zephyr continued to press his advantage. He executed a standing moonsault, driving the air out of SYNN's lungs. The crowd watched in awe as Zephyr displayed his acrobatic skills.

As SYNN struggled to regain her composure, Zephyr tagged Nox back in. The two members of Asylum began to work in tandem, executing a perfectly timed double suplex that sent SYNN crashing to the canvas with bone-jarring force.

Nox and Zephyr continued to isolate SYNN, preventing her from making a tag to her partner, Donnie Harris. The crowd watched in dismay as SYNN endured a relentless assault, including a vicious DDT by Nox that seemed to shake the ring.

SYNN's resilience was remarkable, but she desperately needed to make a tag. She summoned every ounce of strength and managed to counter a move by Nox, stunning her with a jaw-rattling enzuigiri kick. The crowd exploded in cheers as SYNN crawled toward her corner, inching closer to the waiting Donnie.

Stone: Enzuigiri! Smack in the temple! Here is the chance! Tag him in Synn! He's ready!

SYNN extended her arm, and the crowd held its breath as she inched closer and closer to Donnie. With one final burst of energy, she managed to tag her partner, and Donnie Harris stormed into the ring like a whirlwind.

Donnie, fueled by adrenaline and determination, unleashed a barrage of powerful strikes on Zephyr Draven. His fists flew like thunder, leaving Zephyr reeling. Donnie lifted Zephyr onto his shoulders, preparing for a devastating move.

But before Donnie could execute his finisher, Zephyr desperately wriggled free, sliding down Donnie's back. He tagged Nox Von Anna back into the fray, and the two members of Asylum began to double-team Donnie.

Donnie fought valiantly, but the numbers game was against him. Nox and Zephyr executed a tandem suplex, sending Donnie crashing to the mat. The audience could feel the tide of the match shifting back in favor of Asylum.

Just when it seemed that Donnie was on the brink of defeat, the arena's lights flickered ominously. The crowd's attention shifted to the entrance ramp as a familiar figure emerged - Konstantine, a colossal and brutal powerhouse who had clashed with SYNN on numerous occasions in the past.

Stone: Oh my god! It's Konstantine! What the hell is he doing out here, his match is next!

Blaze: He aligned with Asylum on RISE, and he is here to protect his investment! This isn't good for anyone not named Nox or Zephyr!

Konstantine had aligned himself with Asylum, and his presence sent shockwaves through the arena. He approached the ring, a sinister smile on his face. The referee tried to intervene, but Konstantine shoved him down with ease.

Stone: Great, now we have to referee!

In the ring, Nox and Zephyr held Donnie Harris in a vulnerable position. The crowd watched in horror as Konstantine grabbed SYNN, who was still recovering on the outside, and hoisted her onto his massive shoulders.

With a chilling look of malice in his eyes, Konstantine powerbombed SYNN THROUGH the Spanish announce table. The impact was deafening, and the arena fell into stunned silence as debris and wreckage surrounded the fallen SYNN.

Stone: Oh.....my......god.

Blaze: At the end of the day, she is a human being! The human anatomy can only take so much! The last couple of weeks we have been seeing the systematic destruction of our former World Champion!

Konstantine's actions had turned the tide of the match decisively in favor of Asylum. Donnie Harris, now alone in the ring, faced overwhelming odds as he struggled to his feet, battered and bruised. He spits out a glop of blood and gives them the "Bring it on!" hand motion.

As Donnie Harris attempted to mount a comeback, Nox and Zephyr continued to unleash a relentless assault. The crowd watched in despair as Donnie was subjected to a 3-on-1 beatdown, with no hope of making a tag to his partner, SYNN, who lay motionless outside the ring.

But just when it seemed that all hope was lost, a figure charged down the entrance ramp with lightning speed. It was Brooke Blakely, who had been instructed not to get involved in the match. However, her loyalty to SYNN could not be contained.

Blaze: She was told to stay in the back! She doesn't listen!

Stone: She is doing what she feels is right, Blaze!

Brooke Blakely leaped onto the back of the massive Konstantine like a koala, her arms wrapped around his neck as she gouged at his eyes. Konstantine roared in pain and staggered backward, releasing his grip on Brooke.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Brooke's intervention provided a much-needed opening for SYNN and Donnie. With Konstantine temporarily neutralized, Donnie Harris summoned every ounce of strength and executed a jaw-dropping double clothesline on Nox and Zephyr.

SYNN, bloodied and battered, crawled back into the ring, her eyes locked on her adversaries. She speared Zephyr Draven, sending him crashing to the mat. The audience roared in approval as SYNN followed up with her finisher, the "BRAM STOKER," on Nox Von Anna.

Stone: BRAM STOKER IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! IT'S OVER! IT'S GOD-DAMN OVER! PIN HER DONNIE, PIN HER DAMNIT!

Donnie Harris look at Synn, who smiled at him with blood stained teeth as she sat in the corner, catching her breath. Donnie seized the opportunity and made the cover, hooking Nox's leg for added leverage. The referee dropped to the mat for the count.

One! Two! Three!

The bell rang out, and the arena erupted in deafening cheers as Donnie Harris secured the victory for his team. SYNN, battered but triumphant, joined Donnie in the center of the ring as their hands were raised in victory.

Lee Masters: Here are your winners, Donnie Harris and SYNN!

Stone: There's no question he can trust her now! She could have left Donnie to the Wolves but she didn't! She came back for him!

Blaze: At what cost?! Pissing off Konstantine more?! She's gonna die in that ring if she's not careful!

LIVE! Sunday, October 15th, 2023!

OCW Programming comes back on, and Konstantine is in the ring. He is fuming. He has shaken off Brooke, and now stands, awaiting his match. A team of security is around the ring, in case anything happens. He slaps the turnbuckle, his nostrils flaring.

Drums pound in synch with grinding guitars as “Bonehead” assaults the fans while the arena is blanketed in darkness while at six seconds in, a saxophone begins squealing a prolonged note. A spotlight suddenly pierces the darkness, casting its beam of light on the entrance curtain while the vocalist begins whooping and screaming. BRADDOCK explodes through the curtain and marches for the ring with the OCW World Championship in his hand.

Marlena Sanchez: “Making his way to the ring! He is five feet, ten inches tall and tips the scales at two hundred and fifty-one pounds and hails from Stockton, California. He is the OCW World Heavyweight Champion! He! Is! BRADDOCK!!!!

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

DING DING DING

The bell rang out, and the match was underway. Braddock and Konstantine circled each other in the center of the ring, the tension palpable. The crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch as they awaited the first explosive exchange.

Braddock struck first, launching a powerful right hook that collided with Konstantine's jaw with a resounding thud. Konstantine staggered back, momentarily stunned by the champion's ferocity. But he quickly regained his composure, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

With a roar, Konstantine lunged at Braddock, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him off the mat with one hand. The crowd gasped in awe at Konstantine's incredible display of strength. He held Braddock aloft for several heart-pounding moments before slamming him down to the canvas with a bone-shaking chokeslam.

Braddock writhed in pain on the mat as Konstantine continued his relentless assault. He pounded Braddock with a series of vicious stomps and kicks, his massive frame casting a shadow over the champion. It seemed as though Braddock was in grave danger.

But Braddock, a true champion, refused to stay down. He absorbed Konstantine's punishment and fought his way back to his feet. With a surge of adrenaline, Braddock delivered a thunderous spinebuster that sent shockwaves through the ring. The crowd erupted in cheers as the champion seized the momentum.

Braddock wasted no time, mounting Konstantine and raining down a barrage of powerful punches. Konstantine's head snapped from side to side with each brutal blow. The crowd was firmly in Braddock's corner, rallying behind their champion.

However, Konstantine's resilience was as impressive as his strength. With a guttural growl, he powered out from beneath Braddock, shoving the champion aside. The two titans locked eyes, a mutual respect for each other's power evident.

They charged at each other once more, colliding in the center of the ring with an earth-shaking impact. Braddock unleashed a flurry of strikes, targeting Konstantine's midsection and head. Konstantine retaliated with powerful haymakers and clubbing blows.

The exchange of heavy-handed strikes continued for what felt like an eternity. The crowd roared in appreciation of the sheer brutality of the contest. Both men were pushed to their limits, their faces flushed with exertion.

Despite Braddock's valiant efforts, it was Konstantine who began to gain the upper hand. With a powerful uppercut, he sent Braddock stumbling backward into the ropes. The champion was dazed, and Konstantine seized the opportunity.

Konstantine charged at Braddock, attempting to clothesline him over the top rope and out of the ring. But Braddock displayed incredible agility for a man of his size, ducking under the clothesline and countering with a devastating German suplex that left Konstantine writhing in pain.

Braddock didn't let up. He lifted Konstantine to his feet and unleashed a relentless onslaught of punches and kicks, driving Konstantine into a corner. The crowd was firmly behind the champion as he pummeled his opponent.

But Konstantine's tenacity was unyielding. With a sudden burst of energy, he powered out of the corner, grabbing Braddock by the throat and hoisting him into the air for a thunderous chokebomb. The impact rattled the ring, and Braddock lay sprawled on the mat, gasping for breath.

Konstantine capitalized on his advantage, pulling Braddock up and executing a bone-crushing powerbomb. The crowd winced in sympathy as Braddock's back hit the canvas with agonizing force. Konstantine made the cover, hooking Braddock's leg.

One! Two! Thr—

But Braddock, the resilient champion that he was, kicked out just in the nick of time. The crowd erupted in cheers, unable to believe that the match would continue. Braddock's determination to retain his title was unwavering.

Konstantine, frustrated by Braddock's resilience, rose to his feet and glared down at the champion. He knew that he needed to deliver a decisive blow to put an end to the match. With a sadistic grin, he signaled for his finishing move, the ""Murder. Dea†h. Kill."

But as Konstantine moved to execute the devastating maneuver, a sudden interruption sent shockwaves through the arena. The familiar entrance music of SYNN, a fierce competitor with a storied history against Konstantine, echoed throughout the arena.

Stone: OH MY! SOMEONE IS GONNA JOIN THE PARTY!

Konstantine turned to look toward the entrance ramp, his attention momentarily diverted. The crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch as they anticipated SYNN's arrival. However, to everyone's surprise, SYNN did not make her way to the ring.

Blaze: Where is she, Stone? She's not coming out!

Stone: That's a great question. You're very observant aren't ya!

Konstantine's momentary distraction proved to be his undoing. As he turned back around to focus on Braddock, the champion had seized the opportunity. Braddock lunged forward, grabbing Konstantine by the head and delivering a devastating World Title belt shot.

The crowd erupted in cheers as the steel championship belt connected with Konstantine's skull. The massive powerhouse crumpled to the mat, his eyes glazed over. Braddock wasted no time. He made the cover, hooking Konstantine's leg.

One! Two! Three!

Stone: He did it! Braddock has slain the beast, but at what cost!

Blaze: Synn is going to be target numero uno, Stone.

The bell rang out, and the arena exploded in celebration as Braddock retained his OCW World Heavyweight Championship. He had overcome the colossal challenge posed by Konstantine and emerged victorious.

Lee Masters: Here is your winner.......The OCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.......BRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAADOOOOOOOOCKKKKKK!

OCW cameras cut to the boss lady, Britlyn, in her office. She is running her hand through her dark hair, looking stressed. She has her iPhone up to her ear.

Britlyn: They aren't here, Eric. Neither one. Their match is next and nobody has heard a peep from either of them!

Eric (on phone): I am sure its fine, Britt. You know they are two strong personalities. They do what they want to do, when they want. I am sure it will all work out.

Britlyn: This match was for the number one contender ship for the World Title at Ashes to Ashes! Is that not a big deal to you?!

Eric: It is. But A2A is in November. We have plenty of time. I will get on the phones, see if I can find out anything. In the meantime, don't stress it too much, okay?

Britlyn sighs and agreees. She hangs up her phone, and looks towards the TV in the corner of her office.

Britlyn: At least I have SOME good news.........

She smiles as the cameras cut to the OCW arena and Johnny Cash begins to play.

We hear Johnny Cash’s Ain’t No Grave Can Hold My Body Down blast across the sound system as the arena goes dark. We see two women walk out to the rampway as one of them walks to the left and the other to the right. The crowd looks on in anticipation as the identities of the two ladies are hidden in the darkness. A spotlight shines down to the middle of the entrance way as a figure walks out wearing a dark suit and a mask that resembles Jesus Christ when he was tormented prior to his crucifixion. The figure looks on before taking off the mask as it reveals to be Goth.

Stone: Oh my god……….as if this night couldn’t get any crazier. Goth is here! WGWF superstar Goth…….are you telling me…..he’s……he’s OCW?!

Blaze: Britlyn does it again! She’s 2/2 Stone!

We see the two women walk up to him, revealing them to be Kat Jones and Goth’s own wife Melissa as the three of them walk to the ring. Goth gets upon the apron first, holding the ropes open for the two women before entering the ring last. He is being presented a microphone as he starts to talk.

Goth: You know who I am, but you don’t know why I am here…. Well I will make it very simple for each and everyone out there in the audience and in the back.

He turns his attention towards the entrance way that is connected to the locker room of every single wrestler that is signed to Outcast and smiles.

Goth: It’s quite simple, I am here to put you all in your places… There are so many in the back that I have not had the pleasure to face off against… And there’s some of you that I have unfinished business with…. And you know exactly who you are!!!

His face is darkened with determination as he does not take his gaze off from the entrance ramp.

Goth: I am not going to spend a long time telling how I am going to dominate you all, I am going to show it instead.

With that Goth’s music hits as the three walk to the back.

FINAL COMMERCIAL BREAK

Stone: Here we go! The main event for the night! Brooke has history with this family, and this is Damien's first official title defense since winning it back from Jenny Myst at the Pay Per View!

Blaze: Speaking of that has anyone heard from Myst?

Stone: Does anyone care?

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

"Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot

At the body shop, doing something unholy

He lucky, lucky, yeah (ooh)

He lucky, lucky, yeah (ye-yeah)

He lucky, lucky, yeah

He lucky, lucky, yeah"

As the music kicks in, Brooke walks out to some boos with a few cheers mixed in. She slowly makes her way to the ring as a spotlight glares on her. She rolls in the ring and removes her jacket awaiting her opponent.

Lee Masters: This match is set for one fall, and is for the OCW REBELLION Championship. Introducing first, the challenger, from Houston, Texas, Brooke Blakely!

Lee Masters: And her opponent, from Dallas, Texas, the "Angel of Death" DAMIEN CALLLAAWWAYYYY

"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.

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: This one won't be for the weak of heart. Put the kids to bed folks, we are about to see a war.

Blaze: This is Anarchy. If they are watching, they know what they signed up for!

The bell rang out, and the match was underway. Brooke Blakely and Damien Calaway locked eyes in the center of the ring, each sizing up their opponent. The crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch as they anticipated the first explosive exchange.

Calaway struck first, launching a lightning-fast kick aimed at Brooke's head. But Brooke's agility came into play as she ducked under the kick and countered with a swift dropkick to Calaway's knees. The Rebellion Champion stumbled backward, temporarily taken aback by Brooke's speed.

With a sudden burst of energy, Brooke seized the advantage, unleashing a flurry of crisp strikes and kicks on Calaway. Each blow landed with precision, and the crowd roared in approval as she showcased her striking prowess.

But Calaway, the champion that he was, weathered the storm. With a well-timed reversal, he managed to catch one of Brooke's kicks and used it to execute a flawless dragon screw leg whip. Brooke hit the canvas hard, her leg momentarily weakened.

Calaway capitalized on the opportunity, targeting Brooke's injured leg with ruthless efficiency. He locked in a tight leglock, twisting and torquing Brooke's limb in painful directions. The audience winced in sympathy as Brooke gritted her teeth and refused to submit.

Stone: Brooke is tougher than we give it credit for!

Blaze: That is all SYNN's influence. Last year this time, she taps out there!

With sheer determination, Brooke crawled toward the ropes, her fingers inches away from breaking the hold. Calaway, however, maintained his vice-like grip, pulling her back to the center of the ring. The pressure on Brooke's leg intensified, and it seemed as though her resilience might not be enough.

Stone: I swear to god Damien is trying to break it off her body!

Blaze: Just tap out and get it over with! I have a dinner date after the show!

But Brooke, with a burst of adrenaline, summoned the strength to reverse the hold. With a remarkable display of technical skill, she managed to turn the tables on Calaway, locking him into a painful ankle lock of her own. The crowd roared in approval as she torqued Calaway's ankle, and the champion grimaced in pain.

Calaway's experience shone through as he managed to roll out of the hold, narrowly avoiding a potential submission. Both competitors rose to their feet, locked in a battle of wills. Calaway unleashed a powerful strike that rocked Brooke, but she responded with an explosive forearm to the chest that staggered the champion.

The contest continued with a series of back-and-forth exchanges that left the crowd on the edge of their seats. Brooke and Calaway showcased their technical prowess and striking abilities, each landing impactful blows and countering their opponent's offense.

Calaway attempted to hit his signature "Laid to Rest" spinning heel kick, but Brooke narrowly avoided it, ducking under the strike and delivering a devastating roundhouse kick to the back of Calaway's head. The champion crumpled to the mat, and the crowd erupted in cheers for Brooke's resilience.

Stone: That is just studying, knowing your opponent! Brooke was ready for it!

But just as it seemed Brooke had gained the upper hand, Calaway displayed his championship mettle. He caught one of Brooke's kicks, spun her around, and connected with a lightning-fast enzuigiri that left her stunned on the canvas.

Calaway knew that it was his chance to take control. He came off the ropes and turned her inside out with a lariat, catching her spinning body and slamming her to the mat with a sidewalk slam combo. The crowd watched in awe as Calaway made the cover, hooking Brooke's leg.

One! Two! Th—

But Brooke Blakely refused to be defeated. With a powerful kick-out, she broke the pinfall attempt and kept her championship aspirations alive. The crowd erupted in cheers, recognizing the heart and determination displayed by both competitors.

Blaze: Okay, maybe she's tougher than we thought!

Stone: She's in there with one of the most dangerous men on the roster and she's holding her own, Blaze!

With the match reaching its climax, both Brooke and Calaway were battered and fatigued. They exchanged fierce strikes and counterattacks, each determined to emerge victorious. The crowd watched in awe as they pushed their bodies to the limit.

Calaway attempted "Laid to Rest" once more, but Brooke countered, dodging the spinning heel kick and delivering a stunning hurricanrana that sent the champion sprawling. The audience roared in approval as Brooke ascended the turnbuckles, looking to capitalize on her momentum.

With the crowd firmly behind her, Brooke leaped into the air, attempting a high-risk maneuver. However, Calaway displayed his uncanny instincts, catching her in mid-air and transitioning seamlessly into a spine-tingling sit-out powerbomb. The impact rattled the ring, and both competitors lay motionless on the canvas.

Stone: Good lord. Brooke body has to be broken! That impact!

The crowd watched with bated breath as the referee began his count. The atmosphere was electric as the count reached seven, and both Brooke and Calaway slowly began to stir.

With sheer determination, Calaway was the first to rise to his feet, his eyes locked on Brooke. He signaled for his finishing move, the "Laid to Rest," the same spinning heel kick that had been eluding him throughout the match.

Brooke, struggling to regain her footing, turned toward Calaway just as he unleashed the devastating strike. The "Laid to Rest" connected with pinpoint accuracy, and Brooke Blakely was sent reeling. Her eyes glazed over, and she collapsed to the mat, her body limp and unresponsive.

Blaze: Goodnight Nurse!

Stone: That's it. It was a good fight, Brooke, but that almost took her head off!

The crowd watched in stunned silence as Calaway made the cover, hooking Brooke's leg. The referee dropped to the mat for the count.

One! Two! Three!

The bell rang out, and the arena erupted in applause as Damien Calaway retained his OCW Rebellion Championship. He had weathered a grueling battle against the resilient Brooke Blakely and emerged victorious, solidifying his status as a dominant champion.

Calaway stood in the center of the ring, the championship belt held high above his head.

Lee Masters: Here is your winner by pinfall, and STILLLL OCW REBELLION CHAMPION......DAMIEN CALAWAY!

Calaway stood in the center of the ring, the championship belt held high above his head. He had overcome a formidable challenge and proved why he was the Rebellion Champion. The crowd showed their respect for both competitors, recognizing the incredible athleticism and determination displayed in this epic back-and-forth encounter.

Just then, Brooke, who managed, somehow, to get to her feet, drops to he knees behind Damien.

LOW BLOW!

Stone: What the hell!

Damien grabs his crotch with a wince and drops to his knees. Brooke comes off the ropes with a shining wizard, connecting to the side of his head. He begins stomping on Damien as the bell rings, and the ref tries to pull her off but Brooke is in a rage.

Stone: There is such a thing as winning with class, and losing with class! This isn't the Brooke Blakely we know!

Blaze: She's changed, Stone. She's changed and not for the better!

She continues to stomp on Damien as the crowd begins to boo her for the first time ever! She has the Rebellion Title in her hands, ready to hit him with it, when the crowd roars. Brooke's long time rival, and current Anarchy Champion Alexandra Calaway sprints down the ramp. She slides into the ring just as Brooke is making her charge. She pops up in front of her brother and her and Brooke collide. They begin to exchange punches in the center of the ring as the crowd roars! Ally starts to get the upper hand when the crowd roars again.....

SYNN hobbles down the ramp.

Stone: Business has just picked up here!

Blaze: The demon is walking into the lions den here to save her friend!

Synn slides into the ring, and much to everyone's surprise.......grabs Brooke by the hair!

Stone: What. The. HELL. Is. This?!

Synn pulls Brooke towards her.

Synn: GO! Get out of here!

Brooke protests, but SYNN is ADAMANT.

Synn: GO! NOW!

She points out of the ring. Brooke, shooting her a look, rolls out of the ring and back up the ramp. She turns back, and walks over to Damien, helping him up. Alexandra watches with a suspicious eye. She stands him up, and dusts him off. Damien stares at SYNN, and she stares back. After what feels like an eternity, she brings her hand up and wipes some of her black lipstick, which is still mixed with blood, and wipes it on her finger. She then reaches out and touches Damien's head.

Stone: What the.....

Blaze: This is like some twisted crush scenario!

Without saying anything, Damien grabs his belt and rolls out of the ring.

Synn goes to leave, but Ally grabs her by the arm and pulls her back in. They are nose to nose.

Stone: Ally Calaway is right up in the demon's face! These two have a match for the PWA United States Championship in three weeks at Texas Chainsaw Massacre!

Ally holds her belt over her head with a smirk as the two stay nose to nose as the show goes off the air.

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