ANARCHY 10-19-2023

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Post by "Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor on Oct 22, 2023 23:26:15 GMT -5

SPECIAL ANARCHY PRE-SHOW EDITION

As the Outcast-Tron comes to life the Outcast arena cameras show that of the sun beginning to set over the bustling city streets, as that of OCW’s Rise continues to go live at the KeyBank Arena in Buffalo, New York as the OCW cameras catch that of the sun setting over the bustling city, the cameras switch to that of the backstage area where the production crew can be seen located at.

As the OCW cameras switched to the backstage production area a sleek black limousine could be seen from the backstage camera entering the bay area gliding to a halt. The sound of the engine gently purring in the background was overshadowed by the anticipation of what was about to unfold.

Slowly, the passenger door swung open, revealing a polished business shoe hitting the pavement below, quickly establishing a sense of authority and or purpose. As the camera slowly started making their way on up from that of the polished business shoe that had just hit the pavement below, the camera stops half-way up the individual as it does the video feed changes as the sound of it hitting the pavement can be heard, the feed to the camera cuts away, before slowly returning to show the unknown individual’s polished business shoes walking past it and into the Key Bank arena..

London: Oh.. I wonder who that is..

St. James: Whoever it is they certainly don't want anyone knowing who they are Paris.

Hansley: Agree Fletcher, knocking that poor camera out of the hands of one of our staff members..

London: Right..

St. James: Well whoever it is, it certainly seems they mean business..
"THE PERFS" Ariana Decker and Carley Black vs. "Southwest Brotherhood" Adam Gatner and Apollo Nighthawk

The arena was charged with excitement as 'The Perfs,' Carley Black and Ariana Decker, stood in one corner of the ring, ready for action. Across from them, "American Alpha Wolf" Adam Gatner, with Apollo Nighthawk at his side, was set to take on the challenge. The Perfs, known for their flamboyance and style, had unveiled a more intense and darker side, and the fans were eager to see what they had in store.

The bell rang, and the match was underway. The Perfs wasted no time, lunging at Gatner with newfound aggression. Carley Black and Ariana Decker had thrown their traditional style to the wind, opting for a relentless, aggressive approach that caught Gatner off guard.

Gatner, renowned for his strength and resilience, initially held his ground, countering The Perfs' attacks with powerful strikes. However, Carley and Ariana's newfound ferocity was evident as they relentlessly targeted Gatner's legs, trying to weaken the Alpha Wolf. The crowd was taken aback by the drastic shift in The Perfs' demeanor.

Gatner's attempts to make a tag to Apollo Nighthawk were thwarted as The Perfs maintained their dominance by making quick tags themselves. They cut off the ring, preventing Gatner from reaching his partner. The crowd, torn between their appreciation for The Perfs' newfound intensity and their support for Gatner, watched as the Alpha Wolf struggled to find his footing.

Apollo Nighthawk, watching from the corner, grew increasingly concerned for his partner. He had known The Perfs as flamboyant showmen, but their darker side was proving to be a formidable challenge. Nighthawk, renowned for his cunning strategies, began contemplating how to turn the tide.

The Perfs, displaying a blatant disregard for the rules, resorted to illegal holds, double-teaming maneuvers, and choking tactics that tested the referee's patience. The crowd was left in disbelief as Carley and Ariana seemed determined to secure victory by any means necessary.

Ariana Decker, in particular, exhibited an unrelenting ferocity. She used low blows and underhanded tactics behind the referee's back, further showcasing The Perfs' willingness to bend the rules. The audience was divided, unable to decide whether to cheer for the intensity displayed by The Perfs or to rally behind Gatner.

Gatner, fighting off the pain and fatigue, attempted to counter once more. Summoning his strength, he delivered a powerful spinebuster that sent Carley Black crashing to the mat. The crowd erupted in cheers, appreciating Gatner's resolve.

But even as Gatner fought back, The Perfs' aggression showed no signs of relenting. Ariana Decker swiftly intervened, targeting Gatner's legs once more, leaving him writhing in pain on the mat. The audience was captivated by the shocking transformation of The Perfs.

Apollo Nighthawk, witnessing the brutal assault on his partner, knew he had to take action. With The Perfs proving to be an even more formidable challenge than he'd anticipated, Nighthawk reached beneath the ring and retrieved a steel chair. It was clear that this match had escalated to a level where rules were mere suggestions.

Gatner, still wracked with pain, reached out for the tag once more, hoping to bring Nighthawk into the match. The Perfs, however, had other plans. They isolated Gatner and prevented him from making the tag. The crowd watched in anticipation, yearning for a change in the match's dynamics.

Ariana Decker, relentless in her pursuit of victory, continued to target Gatner's legs. Carley Black tagged in, and the duo relentlessly double-teamed Gatner, displaying a ruthlessness that bordered on brutality. The audience watched as Gatner struggled to fend off their vicious assault.

Nighthawk, chair in hand, had reached his breaking point. It was time to fight fire with fire. He climbed onto the ring apron, drawing the referee's attention. While the official was distracted by Nighthawk, The Perfs seized the opportunity to deliver a low blow to Gatner, who fell to the mat in excruciating pain.

Ariana Decker, in particular, seemed to have embraced this new persona with fervor. She executed a series of rapid, punishing strikes on Gatner, leaving him struggling to find his footing. The Perfs were unapologetic in their approach, pushing the boundaries of sportsmanship in their pursuit of victory.

Gatner, a fighter through and through, dug deep to find the strength to counter The Perfs' onslaught. With a surge of adrenaline, he managed to deliver a jaw-rattling clothesline that momentarily halted Ariana's advance. The crowd erupted in cheers, sensing a potential turning point in the match.

The momentum had shifted, if only momentarily. Gatner, gasping for breath but determined, mustered the strength to reach for his corner. The crowd rallied behind him, their collective energy willing him to make the tag to Apollo Nighthawk.

Carley Black, recognizing the imminent threat, lunged at Gatner's legs, desperate to prevent the tag. The tension in the arena was palpable as Gatner fought to break free, inching closer to his corner. The fans held their breath, awaiting the crucial moment.

Apollo Nighthawk, seeing his partner's struggle, knew it was time to take action. With a determined stride, he made his way to the ring apron, ready to level the playing field.

As Gatner continued to fight against Carley's grip, the crowd erupted in a mixture of anticipation and desperation. It seemed like a battle of wills, a test of who could summon the most resolve.

Suddenly, with a monumental effort, Gatner broke free. He lunged toward the outstretched hand of Apollo Nighthawk, making the tag that sent a surge of hope through the crowd. Nighthawk entered the ring with a look of determination in his eyes, fully aware of the gravity of the situation.

The Perfs, momentarily caught off guard by Nighthawk's entrance, regrouped quickly. They locked eyes with Nighthawk, recognizing the threat he posed. The match had reached a pivotal moment, a crossroads where the outcome hung in the balance.

The two girls looked at the massive man in front of them. He sized them up.

They looked at each other, smiled wickedly, then both charged the large man.

As the match hurtled towards its conclusion, the participants were pushed to their limits. The Perfs, who had shown a newfound intensity, were now faced with a formidable adversary in Nighthawk. The crowd was swept up in the whirlwind of emotion, unable to tear their eyes away from the spectacle.

In a climactic moment, as the chaos raged on, Ariana Decker managed to seize an opening. With a burst of adrenaline, she delivered a devastating step up enzeguri that left Gatner stunned. He wobbled, and she came off the ropes with a shining wizard.

St. James: My god! A devastating knee to the face!

Hansley: I'll be surprised if the big man has any teeth left!

The crowd watched in shock as Ariana capitalized on the opportunity, going for the pinfall.

The referee's hand slapped the mat. One! The crowd held its breath. Two! The anticipation was palpable. Three! The bell rang, signaling the victory of The Perfs.

The arena erupted in a mixture of cheers and stunned silence. The Perfs, who had displayed a newfound intensity and aggression, had emerged victorious. The crowd, still processing the intensity of the match, broke into applause, acknowledging the incredible display of athleticism and determination by both teams.

As The Perfs celebrated their hard-fought victory, Apollo Nighthawk and Adam Gatner regrouped, their respect for their opponents evident. The match had pushed everyone involved to their limits, revealing a new level of intensity and darkness within The Perfs.

The opening guitar and drums of “Bonehead" rip through the speakers just as the arena is plunged into darkness. The spotlight cuts through the darkness as BRADDOCK explodes through the curtain.

Paris London: There’s OUR World Heavyweight Champion!

Fletcher St. James: BRADDOCK has been on a tear since arriving in Outcast Championship Wrestling.

Tyler Hansley: What is he coming out here for?

Fletcher: He doesn’t need a reason! He is our World Champion!

BRADDOCK has made his way down the ramp, carrying the belt in his left hand, by the strap. He is wearing a pair of cut-off jeans, beat up and scuffed Doc’s Martin’s, and a black hoodie with “Dirtbag" written across the chest in Olde English. He has climbed the steps and climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle and raises the belt in the air.

Paris: He is going to be a problem for the entire roster. BRADDOCK is very unorthodox in the ring and is going to be a handful for anyone.

The Champ has entered the ring and faces the hard camera. He hoists the belt above his head in both hands and shouts; “All shall fall!” before turning to face each side of the ring, still holding the belt over his head.

Tyler: Our very own Hazel Harper is entering the ring to speak to the Anti-Icon.

Hazel approaches BRADDOCK and mouths “Hi" to him before flashing a smile to the camera. Her attention is quickly reverted to the Champ, her eyes fixed on him and a charmed smile curling her lips.

Hazel: Ladies and Gentlemen, I don’t need to tell you how blessed I am to be in the ring with our Outcast World Heavyweight Champion! In just a couple weeks, our Champion will be entering ‘The Texas Chainsaw Massacre’ against none other than, Donnie Harris, in a ‘Buried Alive match!

The crowd pops at the mention of the PPV as well as the match stipulation.

Hazel: BRADDOCK, with all that you have on your plate, what brings you’re here to Buffalo, New York!?

She tips the mic in the Champ's direction and he remains silent as a grumbling murmur rises from the crows. A smirk raises the right corner of his mouth before he speaks.

BRADDOCK: Why am I here? I am the World Champion of this company and, with all the new faces joinin the locker room, I figured I would show my face around here! Can’t say it was the best choice, to be honest. This morning, at breakfast, my wall-eyed waitress could have been a body double for Rise Champion, Colossus! The stink comin off of her would knock a buzzard off of a shit-wagon! But I persevered and here I am!

Some boos float out from the crowd, making the Champ laugh, and shake his head.

Hazel: You mentioned the new faces in the locker room; do you have a message for them?

His smirk melts away and his jaw flexes with his sigh.

BRADDOCK: Management has been crowing about the new hires who have recently arrived. Talent drips from their pores and the sun sets on their ass…

He shifts the belt from his right shoulder over to his left.

BRADDOCK: Hazel, I don’t give a damn what their resume says! I don’t care who they have beat or what companies they no longer work for. Fact of the matter is simple; they can get in line like everyone else! Goth, Justin York, Casus… I’m sure they are worth every penny they are gettin…. But they ain’t gettin my gold!

Hazel is eyeing BRADDOCK like a thirsty woman looking at a bottle of water. She fans herself with her left hand and bats her eyes at him while flashing a coy smile.

Hazel: One last question; what are we doing tonight?

She slides up next to him and after slipping her hand behind his head, she pulls him in for a kiss. The audience “Woo's" when his hand cups her fine left butt cheek.

Paris: What was that Kanye song with Jamie Foxx?

Fletcher: Not her worst idea…

BRADDOCK leaves the ring with Hazel at his side. The smile on her face says everything.

Tyler: She's working hard to get the scoop!

Paris: Oh, shut up! She's a whole!

As they disappear through the curtain, Fletcher ends the segment with his words of wisdom.

Fletcher: I think she’s doin it for free, Paris…

Paris: Shut up, dumb ass!

JUSTIN YORK VS. TOXICITA

The crowd roared with anticipation as the lights dimmed in the arena. The air was charged with electricity as the stage filled with smoke and neon lights. The moment had arrived for the epic wrestling match between Justin York and Toxicita. The two competitors, one male and one female, were ready to give it their all in an intense battle inside the squared circle.

Justin York, known for his cunning tactics and impressive technical skills, made his way to the ring first. He was greeted by a chorus of boos and cheers, showcasing the mixed emotions of the crowd. York had an air of confidence about him, a demeanor that seemed to say he was willing to do whatever it took to secure a victory tonight.

As York entered the ring, the arena's atmosphere shifted. Toxicita's music hit, and a fiery explosion of pyrotechnics heralded her arrival. She emerged from the backstage area, her presence commanding respect from the audience. Toxicita was a force to be reckoned with, known for her strength and agility, and she carried herself with a fierce determination.

The referee signaled for the match to begin, and both competitors moved to the center of the ring, their eyes locked on one another. The bell rang, and the bout was underway.

From the very start, it was evident that this match was going to be a war. Toxicita and York locked up, each trying to gain an early advantage. Toxicita used her agility to flip York over her shoulder and onto the mat, and the crowd erupted in cheers. However, York quickly rolled to his feet, his confidence undeterred.

The two circled each other, each trying to find an opening. York made the first move, attempting to grapple with Toxicita, but she was quick to counter, throwing him to the mat with a well-executed hip toss. York winced as he hit the canvas, feeling the force of the impact.

As the match continued, both wrestlers demonstrated their technical prowess. York managed to gain an advantage with a series of well-placed strikes, but Toxicita's resilience was on full display as she absorbed the punishment and fired back with powerful kicks and suplexes. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, witnessing a back-and-forth battle for the ages.

The tide of the match shifted numerous times. Toxicita attempted to pin York after a crushing clothesline, but he kicked out just in the nick of time. York retaliated with a DDT, driving Toxicita's head into the mat. With each near fall, the crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch.

York, ever the tactician, tried to take control of the match by focusing on Toxicita's legs, perhaps hoping to weaken her to the point of submission. He locked her in a painful leg submission hold, attempting to wear her down. Toxicita, however, displayed her fighting spirit, clawing her way to the ropes and forcing a rope break.

The two competitors were now reaching the peak of their exhaustion, their faces etched with determination. The audience was firmly divided between those supporting York and those cheering for Toxicita. It was anyone's match to win.

As the match approached its climax, Toxicita executed a spectacular spinning heel kick, sending York sprawling across the ring. She seized the moment, knowing that her window of opportunity was closing fast. Toxicita climbed the turnbuckle and leaped off, attempting a high-flying maneuver to put York away.

But then, just as she was about to land her finishing move, York's expression suddenly changed. His eyes widened with fear, and he turned his gaze toward the entrance ramp. The crowd's attention shifted, their curiosity piqued by York's unexpected reaction.

The referee, confused by York's behavior, also glanced toward the entrance ramp, searching for any potential interference. Toxicita, unaware of what had caught York's attention, continued her descent from the top rope. Her focus on the match was unbroken.

Realizing that the referee's attention had been diverted, York seized the opportunity to cheat. As Toxicita was inches away from reaching the ropes to break the hold, he used his free hand to pry her fingers off the rope. He then yanked her back to the center of the ring, reapplying the submission hold, the Sharpshooter, with even greater intensity.

Toxicita's world became a whirlwind of pain as her back was mercilessly torqued in the Sharpshooter. She fought valiantly, gritting her teeth and attempting to crawl toward the ropes once more. The agony was unbearable, but she was inches away from salvation.

But just as she extended her hand to grasp the ropes and break the hold, York's devious plan came to fruition. The referee, who had been searching for any potential interference, finally turned his gaze back to the ring. He saw Toxicita's hand reaching for the ropes and moved closer to check her status.

With her fingers just a hair's breadth away from the rope, Toxicita's hopes were dashed. The referee's attention had returned at the most inopportune moment. Her desperate attempt to break the hold was thwarted.

York, his face twisted in a sinister grin, knew that he had only moments left to secure the victory. He increased the pressure on Toxicita's back, and the pain became unbearable. With no other option, a tear in her eye, she reluctantly tapped out.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the match. Toxicita's valiant effort had come to a heartbreaking conclusion. The audience was left in shock, many of them booing Justin York for his underhanded tactics.

Toxicita lay in the center of the ring, writhing in pain from the damage inflicted on her back. She had given her all in this fierce contest, but ultimately, Justin York's cunning and deceit had prevailed.

The referee raised York's hand in victory as the crowd's mixed emotions continued to wash over the arena. Toxicita, though defeated, had gained the respect and admiration of many in the audience for her incredible resilience and determination.

As the crowd slowly dispersed, Toxicita was helped to her feet by medical personnel, her back still aching from the brutal submission hold. She may have lost the match, but her unyielding spirit and fighting heart had won over the hearts of the fans. Justin York had claimed the victory, but Toxicita had proven that she was a force to be reckoned with in the world of professional wrestling.

As the Special Edition of RISE came to a close, the unknown individual stepped outside where it originally had come from when they originally arrived early within the evening, the cool fresh nightly air could be felt in the air. The limousine, standing faithfully nearby, was a visual reminder of the individual being someone with a sense of authority and or purpose as the passenger door opened once again, this time to welcome back its triumphant passenger.

With a final glance towards the arena doors, the unknown individual knew that the evening had not only marked another achievement, but also the start of something even greater before closing the door behind them as the limousine began to pull away, carrying its passenger towards a future filled with endless possibilities before the black limousine disappeared into the night, leaving behind a trail of inspiration and aspiration, an arrival of someone whose business shoes had kissed the pavement, signaling the beginning of something that had only just begun..

KeyBank Arena, Buffalo, New York

Stone Highmore: HELLO AGAIN AND WELCOME. TO. ANARCHY! Big show tonight as we head into the Texas Chainsaw Massacre Event and our own Halloween Havok. But as big as the show is, Britlyn is HERE in Buffalo, and says she has a major announcement that will change the landscape of the company!

Roland Blaze: With that hanging over our heads, we have to do a show tonight. The Anarchy Title is on the line, and we have some well established talent that Brit was able to sign on facing off here.

Stone: Speaking of that, lets get right into it!

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.

Stone: Brooke has been a solid competitor, and has really exploded in popularity over the past year! But nobody can deny that ever since she began being mentored by SYNN, her demeanor has been....darker.

Blaze: Oh for sure. This girl is off her rocker and I blame the clown!

Blaze: Speaking of crazy, this broad is a right nutter!

Stone: But she's one of the toughest women in the business! Brooke has her work cut out for her tonight!

The song Let's Go All The Way by Insane Clown Posse stars to blast over the PA system. When the lead singer starts to sing, Paul Sinclair and Blake Anderson comes out first. About a good 2 minutes later, Belladonna Anderson is seen coming out. She evily smiles and stands in the middle of the 2 gentleman. She gives Blake a kiss and the threesome walk down to the ring ignoring the fans. When they get to the ring, both men hold the ring ropes open for her. She thanks them and go right inside of the ring with both men following right behind her. She starts talking trash about what she wants to do to her opponent while both men evily smile as Blake is seen with his arms wrapped around her.

The crowd roared with anticipation, eager to witness this highly anticipated back-and-forth battle. The two women circled each other, their eyes locked in a fierce glare.

DING DING DING

The match started with a classic collar-and-elbow tie-up, both competitors vying for an advantage. Belladonna's experience showed as she used her superior technique to push Brooke against the ropes. With a quick transition, Belladonna attempted a snapmare takedown, but Brooke countered, landing on her feet and responding with a sharp knee to Belladonna's midsection. Brooke seized the momentum, irish whipping Belladonna into the corner turnbuckle. As she charged in for a clothesline, Belladonna ducked and evaded, causing Brooke to collide with the turnbuckle. Belladonna capitalized with a swift dropkick to Brooke's back, sending her sprawling across the ring.

Stone: These two so evenly matched in their athletic ability, and both are fiercely competitive!

The crowd was on its feet, cheering for both competitors as they engaged in a furious exchange of strikes and holds. Brooke executed a picture-perfect suplex, but Belladonna kicked out just in the nick of time. Belladonna, showing her resilience, countered with a DDT, leaving Brooke momentarily stunned.

Brooke fought back with a powerful spinebuster, and the match seemed to be hanging in the balance. As Brooke ascended the ropes to execute a high-risk maneuver, Belladonna, realizing the danger, quickly sprang to her feet and knocked Brooke off balance. Brooke straddled the turnbuckle, holding on to the ropes to avoid falling.

Blaze: Both of these women are a tough nut to crack, and the way their matches have been lately, this can either be over quickly or drag on for 20 minutes!

Stone: Either way, it'll be entertaining!

The crowd's excitement continued to rise as the match reached its climax. Belladonna, feeling the pressure, needed a way to secure her victory. She gestured to her manager, Sinclair, who distracted the referee by shouting and pointing to the crowd. Blake picks a fan up and pulls him over the barricade! When the ref looks, Blake lets go and it looks like the fan attacked him! The referee's attention diverted, and Belladonna seized the opportunity.

Stone: Damnit. The Dynasty back to their old tricks!

Blaze: They work!

From her bra, Belladonna slyly produced a pepper spray can. She aimed it at Brooke, who was still perched on the turnbuckle. The moment the spray hit Brooke, she screamed in pain, clutching her burning eyes. The crowd erupted with shock and anger.

With Brooke incapacitated, Belladonna saw her chance to win. She charged forward, landing a stiff right hand that knocked Brooke off the turnbuckle and sent her crashing to the canvas. Belladonna quickly followed up with a cover, and the referee, now refocused, began the count: "1... 2... 3!"

Stone: Damnit!

Blaze: Whatever it takes sometimes, Stone!

Stone: Belladonna can't be proud of the way she won this match!

Blaze: Something tells me she is.

LEE MASTERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER: BELLADONNA ANDERSON!

Belladonna Anderson emerged victorious amid a chorus of boos and jeers from the crowd, having used a devious tactic to secure her win. The match had been a rollercoaster of action, with both competitors showcasing their immense skills, but Belladonna's cunning ultimately prevailed in this intense wrestling showdown.

Britlyn sat in her office, running a hand through her hair. Eric Drake sat across from her.

Eric: You look stressed.

Britlyn: You have no idea.

Eric: Anything I can do?

Britlyn: I have this massive announcement tonight. An announcement that will shape the future and shake the entire foundation of this company to its core. But now I need to make a change to the Halloween Havok card. Perhaps I was a bit too overzealous in booking it.

Eric: What changes?

Britlyn: My main event, Eric. My damn main event. There was an oversight in booking. York is fighting night one of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, in Texas, then is booked to be in Salem for our show the next night.

Eric: Yeah? That's his job. Wrestlers travel all the time.

Britlyn: Well.......that's where it gets sticky. He is signed to a part time contract. I didn't tell you that. He's only signed for a couple of shows, and he is not contractually obligated to be in Salem.

Eric: And I take it he's refusing?

Britlyn: You got it.

Eric: Typical.

Eric sighs.

Eric: I'll figure it out. I'll make sure Johnny has an opponent. You focus on the big announcement.

He gets up and pulls out his phone.

Eric: I'm on it.

He walks out of the office as Britlyn sighs, taking a sip of her coffee and running her hands through her hair again.
COMMERCIAL BREAK

OCT 31st, SALEM, MASSACHUSETTS

Lee Masters: About to enter the arena being accompanied by his wife Melissa and Kat Jones, standing in at 6’4 and weighing in at 239 pounds!!!

The words fade as we hear the guitar play from the legendary singer before Johnny Cash starts to sing. This brings out Melissa and Kat Jones upon the entrance ramp, both stand on either side before Goth walks out wearing a dark overall and a mask with a crown of thorns attached to it as he stares towards the ring.

Lee Masters: Currently residing from Manhattan, New York!!! He is the Messiah of Pain!!!!! Goth!!!!

Goth raises his head towards the air as he extends his arms, both Melissa and Kat walk towards the ring as he follows them shortly towards the ring. The two women walk up the ramp as they open up the ropes for Goth. He slowly steps through the ropes before the lights go down when Johnny Cash sings that There Ain’t No Grave Can Hold My Body Down. The lights come back up again as Goth has taken off the overall and can be seen standing in the middle of the ring still wearing the crown. Melissa slowly takes it off as this gives Goth the chance to look at the entrance ramp to await his opponent/stare down his opponent

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

Lee Masters: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, Clyde Newton!

The dimly lit arena was shrouded in an eerie atmosphere, with the air filled with anticipation and excitement as the crowd eagerly awaited the clash between two formidable opponents - GOTH and Clyde Newton. The ring was illuminated by a single spotlight, casting ominous shadows that seemed to dance with the ring ropes. This was a showdown that had been brewing for weeks, and the fans were on the edge of their seats, ready for an unforgettable battle.

The bell rang, and the match was underway. Both GOTH and Clyde Newton circled each other, their eyes locked with a mixture of intensity and determination. GOTH, with his dark attire and sinister persona, took the first step forward, inviting Clyde to engage. Clyde, a powerhouse with a reputation for brute strength, accepted the invitation.

They locked up in the center of the ring, struggling for control. GOTH managed to break free and used his speed advantage to land a quick dropkick to Clyde's knee. The big man stumbled, and GOTH capitalized with a flurry of kicks to Clyde's midsection, following up with a spinning heel kick to send him to the canvas. GOTH went for a quick cover, but Clyde powered out at one.

Stone: These two know each other so well from their time in WGWF, and it's a blessing to be able to see them live on OCW Television!

Blaze: Yes, Britlyn being the business woman that she is, was able to hash out a deal so they can compete in both promotions! It's the best of both worlds for wrestling fans!

Clyde, now on the defensive, shook off the early attack and began to assert his dominance. He caught one of GOTH's kicks and swung him around before planting him with a spinebuster. The crowd roared as Clyde unleashed a series of thunderous power moves, including a sidewalk slam and a scoop slam. Each time, GOTH kicked out at the last possible moment, showing his resiliency.

As Clyde attempted to maintain control, GOTH fought back with a desperation jawbreaker. This allowed him to create some distance and regain his composure. GOTH climbed to the top rope, but as he went for a flying crossbody, Clyde caught him mid-air. GOTH's eyes widened, but he managed to slip free, landing behind Clyde. With a quick schoolboy roll-up, GOTH nearly secured a surprise pinfall, but Clyde kicked out at two and a half.

Stone: Close! But Clyde powers out!

GOTH, now back in control, focused on targeting Clyde's legs. He applied a vicious figure-four leglock in the center of the ring. Clyde grimaced in pain, but his immense strength allowed him to power his way to the ropes, forcing GOTH to break the hold. Undeterred, GOTH continued his relentless assault on Clyde's legs, using knee drops, leg sweeps, and dragon screws to weaken his opponent.

The crowd rallied behind Clyde, urging him to fight through the pain. With a surge of energy, Clyde managed to break free from GOTH's grasp, staggering to his feet. He caught GOTH with a scoop slam, and the momentum began to shift once again.

Clyde's comeback was nothing short of spectacular. He hoisted GOTH onto his shoulders, displaying incredible strength with a fireman's carry into a Samoan drop. The crowd erupted as Clyde went for a cover, but GOTH managed to kick out just in the nick of time. Clyde remained undeterred and continued his onslaught, delivering a massive sidewalk slam that left GOTH gasping for air.

Blaze: Both have had a near-fall now. We thought match one was evenly matched, these two--literally it could go either way!

Stone: Both have bright future's here if they stick around!

Clyde, driven by the adrenaline coursing through his veins, attempted a running corner splash. But GOTH sidestepped at the last moment, and Clyde crashed into the turnbuckles. GOTH seized the opportunity, leaping onto the ropes and performing a springboard missile dropkick, driving Clyde face-first into the canvas.

Both competitors had given their all, and the match had reached a critical point. GOTH went for a cover after a superkick, but Clyde kicked out at two and three-quarters. Clyde, not to be outdone, hit a thunderous powerbomb and followed it up with a massive leg drop. The referee's hand was inches away from the mat when GOTH kicked out, sending a shockwave through the arena.

Stone: Goth kicked out! MAN that was close!

The near falls continued as both competitors demonstrated their unwavering determination to secure victory. GOTH hit a cutter out of nowhere, but Clyde miraculously kicked out at two. In return, Clyde executed a spine-tingling chokeslam, only to see GOTH's shoulder pop off the mat just before the three-count.

With the match on a razor's edge, GOTH and Clyde Newton battled back and forth, the crowd growing increasingly frenetic with every near fall. Both men showed signs of fatigue, their faces etched with the pain they had endured throughout the grueling contest.

Then, in a moment that no one saw coming, GOTH unleashed his signature maneuver - "The Gothic Drop," a variant of the Twist of Fate. As Clyde charged toward him, GOTH deftly sidestepped and spun around, grabbing Clyde's head and driving it into the mat with a stunning Twist of Fate. The crowd's collective gasp turned into an explosion of cheers as GOTH quickly covered Clyde for the pin.

One, two, three!

The bell rang, and GOTH was declared the winner of this hard-fought battle. Exhausted and triumphant, GOTH had pulled off an unexpected victory, leaving the crowd in awe of his cunning and resilience.

Stone: Goth did it! He did it! He's been on fire in WGWF, and now, in OCW, he's 1-0!

LEE MASTERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL, GOTH!

As GOTH celebrated his win, the fallen Clyde Newton received a well-deserved standing ovation for his incredible display of power and heart. The two competitors had taken each other to their limits, and the fans in attendance had witnessed a classic wrestling match they would never forget.

We come back from the commercial to Outcast Championship Wrestling owner, Brit Baylor, standing in the center of the ring. There is a table in the ring as well as two chairs. Brit flashes a smile to the camera and begins talking as the crowd quiets down.

Brit: Ladies and Gentlemen thank you for joining me. In a few moments, right here in this very ring, the challenger Donnie Harris and the Outcast World Heavyweight Champion, BRADDOCK, will sign their contract for PWA/OCW “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre!”

The crowd pops just before 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 black O.C.W. hoodie, jeans, and black Jordans. He slowly starts walking down the ramp halfway into the first verse.

Lee 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.

Lee Masters: DONNIE… HARRIS!

Donnie gives a nod if acknowledgement to Brit as he makes his way around the table. He is facing the entrance ramp, cracking his knuckles before cracking his neck.

Roland: Donnie looks like he is ready for BRADDOCK to get out here so they can sign this thing!

Stone: BRADDOCK has been a one man wrecking crew since joining Outcast Championship Wrestling! He and Donnie has one Hell of a match a few weeks ago.

Roland: And Donnie wants to avenge that loss and take that belt from the Anti-Icon.

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.

Roland: Here comes our Champion!

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. He is wearing baggy black Dickies, a black hoodie with a skull on the back, octopus tentacles wrapping around it, and black Doc Martin boots.

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

BRADDOCK has ascended the ring steps and is entering the ring halfway down the apron, 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 the World Heavyweight Championship over his head. He is holding it by the strap.

When he drops off of the turnbuckle, he turns and faces Donnie. Brit quickly tells him to keep his cool which draws a chuckle out of our Champion. BRADDOCK steps up to the table and tells Donnie that he will never take the belt from him. Donnie, for his part, tells the Champ to “Kiss his ass!”

Stone: These two really don’t like each other.

Brit stands at the head of the table, in between the two. She brings the mic to her lips and addresses the two.

Brit: Look you two; Texas Chainsaw Massacre is right around the corner and I don’t want either of you laying a hand on each other until then! Do you hear me?!

Stone: They might say the agree but I don’t know if I would believe them.

Roland: Donnie wants that belt more than anything and BRADDOCK will die trying to keep it! I can’t wait until Texas Chainsaw Massacre!

Brit: The last iteration of O C W ended after a Buried Alive match and I thought it would be fitting to bring it back for this show! Do what you will to each other but, the only way to win is to bury your opponent alive!

BRADDOCK slaps the belt where it hangs on his left shoulder. Donnie gives him the finger which brings a laugh out of the Champ.

Brit: Gentlemen, in front of you is a standard contract outlining the stipulation of the match. Now, I want both of you to sign it. Donnie, since you are the challenger, you will sign first. And I don’t want a cliché brawl to break out where one of you ends up going through this table. Am I clear?! I'll suspended both of you and strip that title so fast it'll make your head spin!

Donnie nods while BRADDOCK holds his hands up, palms out, shaking his head. Donnie takes a pen from her and leans down to sign the contract. He scribbles his signature and tosses the pen down on the table. He is all business as he stares a hole through the Champ.

Roland: I’ll be surprised if these two don’t come to blows.

Stone: They know what's at stake! They will wait until TCM but my god what a brutal war that will be!

BRADDOCK sets the belt down on the table and grabs the pen. He starts to sign the contract but stops suddenly and looks up at Donnie, who shrugs and asks “What’s up?”

Roland: Did BRADDOCK forget how to sign his name?

Stone: What the- Who's that?!

A blonde woman has hopped the rail and is darting towards the ring. She is in a pair of jeans and an Outsiders Championship Wrestling tank top.

Roland: I think that’s Fannie Gilbertson, Donnie's opponent at Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Night Two!

Donnie turns around just in time to eat a Codebreaker.

Stone and Roland: OH MY GOD!

Roland: She just hit “The Fan" on Donnie Harris!

Just as quickly as she hit the ring, Fannie dipped out the opposite side and scrambled off into the crowd. BRADDOCK finishes signing the contract, laughing, while Donnie rolls onto his side, holding his face. Meanwhile, Brit looks furious! While Donnie begins to gather himself, BRADDOCK grabs his belt off of the table and makes for the back.

Stone: Texas Chainsaw Massacre is going to be a do-not-miss show!

Roland: We gotta go to commercial but we will be right back!
COMMERCIAL BREAK

The arena was buzzing with anticipation as the fans gathered, eagerly waiting for a wrestling spectacle that promised to be a clash of pure technique and skill. Two of the most accomplished wrestlers in the world, Justin York and Hanari Carnes, were set to face off in a Pure Wrestling Rules match. The rules were simple, but the stakes were high - each wrestler had only three rope breaks, and the match could only be won by pinfall or submission. Closed fists were strictly illegal, and any violation would cost the offender a rope break.

The crowd erupted as Justin York made his entrance, a seasoned veteran known for his technical prowess and years of experience in the squared circle. He was clad in black and gold attire, his face etched with determination. On the other side of the ring, Hanari Carnes made his way to the ring, adorned in a vibrant attire that reflected his high-energy personality. The international sensation was known for his unorthodox but effective wrestling style, and tonight, he was determined to prove his mettle against a grappling expert like Justin York.

DING DING DING

The bell rang, and the match was underway. Both men circled the ring cautiously, assessing each other's movements and strategies. York extended a hand for a show of sportsmanship, but Carnes, ever the showman, slapped it away with a smirk.

They locked up in the center of the ring, testing each other's strength. York managed to gain an advantage, but Carnes used his agility to break free and executed a textbook arm drag, taking York down to the canvas. Carnes followed up with a series of crisp mat-based holds, attempting to wear down York and keep him grounded.

York showcased his technical prowess by countering Carnes' attacks with precision escapes and reversals. After an intense back-and-forth sequence, York applied a tight armbar, putting pressure on Carnes' elbow. However, Carnes was quick to use his first rope break, forcing the referee to intervene.

Stone: This match plays right into Hanari's wheelhouse. You gotta think Brit was testing York when she booked this.

Blaze: We saw on the pre-show that he does have submission moves in that arsenal, though he doesn't use them much. She's gonna force him to fight outside the box here!

With their rope breaks reset, the match continued. Both wrestlers were now aware of their opponent's capabilities. Carnes and York locked up again, this time focusing on a more strategic game plan. Carnes targeted York's legs, attempting to weaken his base and hinder his technical offense.

The match progressed into a gripping submission duel, with both men showcasing their arsenal of holds. York's mastery of the Sharpshooter became evident, and he applied the iconic maneuver twice during the round, but Carnes smartly utilized his second and third rope breaks to escape. The crowd roared in appreciation for the flawless execution of technical wrestling.

Carnes, determined to gain an advantage, shifted his focus to York's arm. He trapped York in a cross armbar, wrenching the limb mercilessly. York was in excruciating pain, and he realized he had no choice but to tap out to save his arm from potential damage. Hanari Carnes secured the first fall of the match, 1-0.

Stone: Damn near impossible to beat Carnes at the submission game. York is giving it his all here but Carnes is the best technical wrestler in the world for a reason!

York's pride had taken a hit with the submission loss in the previous round, but he was far from finished. With one fall behind, he knew he had to make a comeback. The third round began, and the intensity in the ring surged.

York showcased his technical prowess by working on Carnes' legs, aiming to slow down the high-flying sensation. He applied a flawless Figure-Four Leglock, a move that had made legends tap out, but Carnes smartly used his second rope break to avoid submission.

Carnes, undeterred, fought back with a high-impact offense. He executed a breathtaking top-rope crossbody, landing square on York's chest. However, York managed to roll through and almost pinned Carnes with a small package, forcing Carnes to use his final rope break to kick out.

With both wrestlers having used up their rope breaks, the rules of the match became even stricter. Closed fists were now illegal, and the next infringement would lead to disqualification. The crowd was on the edge of their seats as the fourth round began.

York attempted to regain the momentum, but Carnes showcased his athleticism by executing a series of athletic maneuvers, including a standing moonsault and a springboard dropkick. It looked as though Carnes was ready to seal the match.

Just when it seemed that York was vulnerable, he countered a high-risk maneuver by Carnes into a devastating powerbomb. The crowd erupted as York, with a newfound fire, applied the Sharpshooter once again. The submission hold was locked in perfectly, and Carnes was trapped in the center of the ring.

In a desperate attempt to escape, Carnes tried to crawl toward the ropes, but it was too late. The pain in his legs was unbearable, and he had no rope breaks left to save him. In a moment of sheer determination, Justin York cranked the Sharpshooter to its limit, causing Hanari Carnes to tap out in agonizing pain.

Blaze: Carnes is trapped like a rat here! He has nowhere to go!

Stone: York is gonna even this thing up right here!

The bell rang, and the crowd showered both wrestlers with a standing ovation for their incredible performance. The match had concluded with Justin York securing a fall, tying the score 1-1.

With the score even at 1-1, the fifth and final round was set to determine the winner of this epic encounter. The tension in the arena was palpable as both competitors, visibly fatigued but fueled by their burning desire to win, prepared for the ultimate showdown.

The final round saw a back-and-forth struggle, with each wrestler emptying their arsenal of moves. Carnes attempted a high-flying crossbody, but York expertly caught him mid-air and turned it into a spine-tingling powerslam.

As the match reached its climax, York applied the Sharpshooter once again, a move that had brought him success earlier in the night. The crowd was on their feet, and it seemed like victory was within York's grasp. But Carnes, with a superhuman effort, managed to counter the hold into his signature "Viva La Republic" armbar, targeting York's weakened arm from earlier.

York was trapped in the center of the ring, and the pain coursing through his arm was unbearable. Realizing that he had no rope breaks left, and the disqualification was looming due to the illegal use of closed fists, York had no choice but to submit. Hanari Carnes had done it! He secured the victory by forcing Justin York to tap out, winning the match 2-1.

Stone: HE IT! HANARI CARNES DID IT!

Lee Masters: HERE IS YOUR WINNER........HANARI CARNES!

Stone: IT'S ABOUT TIME SOMEONE SHUT HIM UP!

York rolls out of the ring, holding his arm as Hanari waves the Dominican Flag in the center of the ring as his music plays.

Britlyn is in the ring with a mic in her hand. She has a stressed smile on her face.

Britlyn: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have a major announcement to make. An announcement that will change the entire landscape of this company, and an announcement that will make viewing OCW a completely new experience!

First, I wanted to inform everyone, that Justin York will NOT be participating in Halloween Havok. For those who follow our social media accounts you may know that he was set to take on Johnny for the Number One Contendership for the Anarchy Title. That match will still be taking place, but in place of Mr. York it will now be WGWF superstar and new OCW signee, Clyde Newton!

The crowd buzzes about the news.

Britlyn: Next.........all of you are witnessing history tonight. What do I mean? Well......all of you should save your ticket stubs because this the final OCW Anarchy show, perhaps ever.

Stone/Blaze: WHAT?!

Britlyn: Halloween Havok and Texas Chainsaw Massacre will round out the month of October, but starting in November both Rise and Anarchy will be..........re-branded.

Stone: What the hell does she mean by that?!

Britlyn: Due to complications with television networks and wrestler travel scheduels, all OCW programming will not take place on the same night! That's right! We will have a LIVE show, and then, afterward, a taped show. I have also realized the level of talent we have here, we don't need a 'developmental' show. All of you deserve to shine on the Main Roster. This show will be called BATTLEGROUND. The taped show will be called FRONTLINE.

Blaze: This IS big news. But where does that leave us?

Britlyn: The commentary teams will stay the same, with RISE team being Frontline and Battleground being Anarchy.

Blaze: Phew.

Britlyn: The titles are going to stay the same, except for the RISE World Title. That will be re-branded to the Fight4 title! It will be defended solely on Frontline. As we do not have a current challenger for the Elevate Title, it will go on the shelf for the time being as Valkyrie is going to rehab.

Stone: She needs it.

Britlyn: The very first Battleground/ FRONTLINE will be November 15th, and come to you LIVE from Ann Arbor, Michigan! Any questions you have for me, my office is always open and my phone is always on. This is big for us, and we are only going to continue to grow moving forward.

Onward and Upward."

FINAL COMMERCIAL BREAK

The Anarchy Championship crowd was electric, their voices ringing through the arena as they awaited the clash of two titans. The reigning Anarchy Champion, Alexandra Calaway, stood in one corner, her dark hair cascading down her back. Her opponent, the formidable Blake Anderson, stood tall in the opposite corner, his muscles rippling under the arena's vibrant lights. The anticipation was palpable, the atmosphere charged with tension.

The bell rang, and the match was underway. Alexandra and Blake circled each other, eyes locked in a fierce stare-down. Alexandra made the first move, lunging forward to execute a quick waist lock on Blake. She attempted a German suplex, but Blake blocked it with his raw power, anchoring himself firmly to the mat. Blake countered with a back elbow to Alexandra's face, staggering her momentarily.

With Blake gaining the upper hand, he took advantage of the situation. He whipped Alexandra into the ropes, but she reversed it, sending Blake reeling instead. Alexandra followed up with a devastating clothesline that took Blake down. She quickly capitalized with a standing moonsault, driving her knees into Blake's midsection. The crowd roared in approval as Alexandra went for the first pinfall of the match.

The referee counted, "One! Two!" but Blake kicked out, showing his resilience early on. He rolled away, shaking off the pain, and started to regain his composure. Blake kipped up to his feet and began to strike back, delivering a series of stiff forearms to Alexandra's jaw. The two competitors engaged in a fierce exchange of punches, each landing solid blows on their opponent.

Stone: Despite the size difference, Calaway comes at you physically. She will not back down, despite the mismatch!

Blaze: She's a champion everywhere she goes for a reason, Stone!

Blake seized the opportunity and whipped Alexandra into the corner. He followed up with a running forearm smash that compressed Alexandra between his arm and the turnbuckle. Alexandra winced in pain, but Blake didn't let up. He hoisted her onto the top turnbuckle and climbed up after her, setting up for a superplex. The crowd collectively held their breath, knowing that the impact of this move could change the tide of the match.

With a superhuman effort, Alexandra blocked the superplex by driving her fists into Blake's ribs. She managed to maintain her balance and, with a sudden burst of energy, she launched herself off the top rope, executing a picture-perfect crossbody. The crowd erupted in cheers as both competitors crashed to the canvas.

The match had reached its first climax, with both Alexandra and Blake down on the mat, gasping for breath. The referee began the ten-count, and the audience counted along. At the count of six, Alexandra and Blake started stirring, each determined to prove their dominance. They crawled toward opposite corners, using the ropes to help them regain their footing.

Blake was the first to rise, but Alexandra wasn't far behind. He charged Alexandra, looking to end things with a spear, but she sidestepped at the last moment, sending Blake crashing shoulder-first into the steel ring post. Blake writhed in pain as Alexandra took advantage of his vulnerability. She locked in a tight waistlock and executed a bridging German suplex, seamlessly transitioning into a pinning combination.

"One! Two!" The crowd gasped as it seemed like the match was over, but Blake managed to bridge himself, breaking the pin and getting his shoulders off the mat. Alexandra couldn't believe it, but she knew she had to stay focused. She pulled Blake to his feet and Irish whipped him into the ropes. As he rebounded, she attempted a spinning heel kick, but Blake ducked under it and caught her in a crucifix position. With a mighty effort, he hoisted Alexandra into the air and delivered a crucifix powerbomb, driving her into the mat with devastating force.

Stone: Man, the power that Blake Anderson has. It's uncanny.

The crowd was on its feet, chanting both competitors' names. Blake Anderson had turned the tide of the match once again. He gestured to the turnbuckle, signaling that he was going for a high-risk move. With agility surprising for a man his size, he ascended to the top rope, preparing for a moonsault of his own.

Blaze: And this could be his undoing. Use that power, beat her into submission! Why is he trying to get cutesy here?

However, Alexandra, ever the ring veteran, wasn't one to be outdone. She sprang to her feet just as Blake was about to leap. She scaled the turnbuckle from the opposite corner, meeting him on the top rope. The two wrestlers teetered on the precipice, fighting for control. In a stunning show of strength, Alexandra managed to lift Blake onto her shoulders, shifting her weight, and executed a jaw-dropping Super Electric Chair Drop from the top rope.

The entire arena was in awe as Blake Anderson hit the mat, motionless. Alexandra, drained but determined, draped her arm over her opponent for the pinfall.

"One! Two! Thr—"

Before the referee could make the three-count, Blake powered out, a display of incredible resilience. Alexandra couldn't believe it. She had thrown everything she had at Blake, but he still had some fight left in him.

Stone: He's not dead yet!

Blaze: And he's damn lucky!

Desperation began to creep into Alexandra's eyes. She knew she needed to find a way to put Blake away. She pulled him to his feet, looking for the End of Days, her signature spinning sidewalk slam. But Blake countered with a jawbreaker, staggering Alexandra.

With the crowd firmly behind the match now, Blake executed a thunderous lariat, sending Alexandra sprawling across the ring. He seized this moment to climb the turnbuckle again, this time successfully executing a big elbow drop. The impact was enough to keep Alexandra down for a pinfall.

"One! Two!" Alexandra kicked out, showing her determination to retain the Anarchy Championship. Blake, now running on adrenaline, pulled Alexandra up and signaled for the end. He hoisted her onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry position, ready for his version of the Death Valley Driver.

But Alexandra managed to squirm free, landing behind Blake. She grabbed him from behind, hooking his arms and lifted him into the air. She unleashed a thunderous double-arm DDT, known as Bow To The Queen, a move she had used to defeat countless opponents in her career. Blake hit the mat with a resounding thud, and Alexandra immediately transitioned into a pinning combination.

Stone: BOW DOWN BLAKE! It's over! She has put so many away with that very move!

Blaze: She's a champion for a reason but she had ALL she could handle from Blake Anderson tonight!

The referee counted, "One! Two! Three!" The bell rang, and the crowd erupted. Alexandra Calaway had retained her Anarchy Championship in a thrilling, back-and-forth contest against the valiant Blake Anderson.

As Alexandra's music blared through the arena, she collapsed to her knees, exhausted but victorious. Blake, on the other hand, lay motionless in the ring, giving his all in a match that had pushed both competitors to their limits.

Lee Masters: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND STILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL OCW ANARCHY CHAMPION, ALEXANDRA......CALAWAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Just then, the crowd roars. Alexandra thinks its for her and smirks, holding her belt up.

Stone: Uh oh...

Sliding into the ring behind Ally is SYNN. She is slithering behind her, sizing her up.

Blaze: Her opponent at Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and long time rival since the original OCW days!

Synn pops up and stands behind her. Calaway backs up, and her back bumps into Synn's chest.

Ally turns around. Synn snarls and the champ grins. She holds her title up over her head, taunting Synn.

Stone: These two face off in a LAST WOMAN STANDING at Texas Chainsaw Massacre, but something tells me they might not wait that long!

Ally says something inaudible over the crowd noise. Synn cocks her head to the side. Her lips curls to a snarl again. She points to the advertisement for TCM hanging from the rafters. Ally holds her title up again, then puts it in Synn's face. The demon licks the Anarchy Title!

Ally looks disgusted!

She swings, Synn ducks, wrapping her arms around her waist. She is going for a suplex, Ally counters and shoves her off. The two begin to trade blows in the center of the ring when a massive group of security rushes the ring to pull the two apart.

Stone: This is going to be a war on Halloween Night! Make sure you tune in to PWA to see which of these two women become United States Champion!

Security pulls the two apart as they continue to try to go for each other. Anarchy fades out as each are being held in their respective corners with intense looks on their faces.

Stone: THAT'S GONNA DO IT FOR TONIGHT. WE'LL SEE YOU ALL FOR THE INAGURAL BATTLEGROUND IN NOVEMBER!

The final episode of Anarchy fades to black.

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