HALLOWEEN HAVOK 2023

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

LIVE ON HALLOWEEN NIGHT
SALEM, MASSACHUSETTS
SUNDOWN

Match 1:
Halloween Rumble

Over The Top Rope Battle Royal

Ego vs. Sammy vs. Queen E vs. Bad BB vs. Mary Jane vs. Lylah Lionheart vs. Belladonna Anderson

Winner to receive an automatic entry into the RISE ELEVATE Match at Ashes to Ashes (November)
1 Rp 1k words.

Match 2:
BRADDOCK (c) vs. Rex Maddox
NON-TITLE 
No Disqualifications, Falls Count Anywhere Around Salem
1 RP, 2k words

Match 3:
Toxicita vs. Kyleigh Everhart 
Electrified Cage Match
The Electricfied Cage match is a match where the ring is surrounded by an electrified steel cage. The cage can be also used as a weapon. Pinfall or submission, or escape if timed correctly. The cage is turned off in a time interval, allowing the participants a chance at escape before it turns back on.
1 RP 2 k words

Match 4:
Goth vs. Blake Anderson
Four Corners of Pain
In each corner of the ring, there is a container that has a weapon or another type of harmful item. All legal. Pinfall or submission only, no DQ.
1 RP 2500 words w/ 500 word buffer

Match 5:

DONNIE HARRIS vs. DAMIEN CALAWAY (c)
REBELLION TITLE
Symphony of Destruction
Various musical instruments are available at ringside as weapons. Pinfall, submission or KO. NO DQ.
1 rp 2000 words, 500 word buffer

Match 6:


Clyde Newton vs. JOHNNY
Circus Deathmatch
Winner to become number one contender for Anarchy Title
A Circus Deathmatch is a type of scaffold match where in the ring is a scaffold and under that scaffold, there is a type of spider net made of barbed wire six feet below. The first wrestler to fall off of the scaffold into the barbed wire spider net loses.
1 RP 3,000 words




RP DEADLINE: 

MONDAY OCTOBER 30th, 11:59 PM EASTERN TIME


Only 11 Day cycle here, which is why all matches only 1 RP. Wanted to get this out sooner but with RISE extension and stuff, it wasn't possible. 

If you have any questions or concerns or cannot make the show please send me a message or DM me on Discord. 

THANKS and HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO MY OUTCASTS

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

A camera catches a black Lincoln Navigator as it pulls into the arena. The windows have a limo tint to them so you are unable to see whom is inside Hazel Harper enters the shot with a mic in hand and a smile on her face.



Hazel: Hello, ladies and gentlemen, I’m not sure who this is but let’s find out!

She cautiously approaches the vehicle and stops when the rear, drivers side door swings open. Mary Jane exits the vehicle along with a bank of smoke.

Hazel: Mary Jane, are you going to be able to compete tonight?

Mary giggles before looking over her shoulder at who else is exiting the vehicle.



Hazel: Ber-BRADDOCK?!



Indeed, the Outcast World Heavyweight Champion exits the vehicle as well. While Mary is dressed in colorful tie-dye, the Champ is wearing a pair of baggy jeans, a black “Dirtbag" clothing hoodie, and a pair of black Doc’s. His Mohawk is on point.



Hazel: Happy Halloween, Champ!



BRADDOCK smiles at Hazel, both his and Mary's eyes are at half mast and they have similar grins plastered across their faces.



BRADDOCK: Seen any witches, Hazel?



BRADDOCK and Mary Jane continue on into the arena.



Hazel: Nope, but I just saw a whore….

The outdoor arena in Salem was beginning to fill up with people for this special, one-off Halloween show.

PRE-SHOW BATTLE ROYAL

The arena buzzed with anticipation as seven competitors prepared to enter the over-the-top-rope battle royal. Each participant brought their own unique flair and determination, making this a match that promised to be a spectacle of epic proportions. With no further ado, the bell rang, and the battle royal was underway.



Lylah Lionheart was the first to make her presence known, charging into the fray with a fierce battle cry. The fiery-haired wrestler unleashed a series of powerful strikes, targeting anyone within reach. Her athletic prowess and fiery spirit made her an instant crowd favorite. She locked eyes with Ego, a massive, ego-driven behemoth who strutted around the ring with an air of arrogance. Ego sneered at Lylah's audacity and moved in for a showdown.



Meanwhile, Queen E sauntered into the ring with a regal grace that only she could muster. Dressed in an extravagant, sparkling gown, she combined her wrestling skills with a sense of entitlement that was second to none. She carefully observed the chaos unfolding around her and plotted her strategy with the cunning of a queen.



Bad BB, the wild card of the match, immediately set her sights on Sammy, a high-flying daredevil known for her agility and acrobatics. Bad BB was a master of unpredictability, and she unleashed a barrage of wild and dangerous moves that sent Sammy reeling. But Sammy was not one to be underestimated, and she soon found an opening to retaliate.



In another corner of the ring, Mary Jane, the enigmatic and mystical wrestler, conjured up an aura of mystery as she moved gracefully through the chaos. Her otherworldly presence was captivating, and she used it to her advantage, entrancing her opponents with illusions and misdirection.



In the midst of the bedlam, Belladonna Anderson, the cunning strategist, bided her time. She knew that patience was key in a match like this. She allowed the others to expend their energy, carefully observing their movements and weaknesses.



The battle raged on, and alliances formed and dissolved within seconds. Queen E, with her impressive charisma, managed to form a temporary alliance with Mary Jane. The two women worked together to eliminate Lylah Lionheart, throwing her over the top rope to the thunderous cheers of the audience. However, their partnership was short-lived as Queen E turned on Mary Jane, leaving her dazed and confused in the center of the ring.



Meanwhile, Sammy and Bad BB continued their high-flying exchange, leaping off the ropes, using each other as springboards, and executing acrobatic maneuvers that had the crowd on the edge of their seats. Sammy seemed to have the upper hand, but Bad BB's unpredictable nature made her a dangerous opponent.



Belladonna Anderson, ever the strategist, chose her moments carefully. She dodged attacks, slipping out of harm's way at the last possible moment. Her patience paid off when she caught Queen E off guard and managed to eliminate her with a well-timed clothesline, sending the self-proclaimed queen tumbling over the top rope to the floor below.



As the dust settled, only four competitors remained in the ring: Sammy, Bad BB, Mary Jane, and Belladonna Anderson. Sammy and Bad BB continued their high-energy exchange, leaving the audience in awe of their incredible athleticism. But Belladonna had her eyes on a different target: Ego.



Ego, who had been dominating the match from the beginning, was a formidable force to reckon with. He had eliminated several competitors and seemed unstoppable. However, Belladonna knew that to win this match, she had to take down the giant. She cautiously approached him, using her cunning to outsmart the arrogant powerhouse.



Mary Jane, still dazed from Queen E's betrayal, attempted to interfere but was swiftly dispatched by Belladonna, who expertly countered her mystical illusions with her own strategic brilliance. Belladonna had her sights set on victory, and she was willing to do whatever it took to secure the win.



Back in the center of the ring, Sammy and Bad BB's high-flying contest reached its peak. Sammy attempted a daring springboard maneuver, but Bad BB countered with a crushing dropkick, sending Sammy over the top rope and to the outside. The audience gasped in disbelief as Sammy was eliminated.



With Sammy gone, only three wrestlers remained: Bad BB, Belladonna Anderson, and the seemingly unstoppable Ego. Bad BB, with her wild and unpredictable style, faced off against Ego, but the giant proved too much for her. He lifted Bad BB over his head, ready to throw her out of the ring and secure his victory.



But Belladonna seized the opportunity. With impeccable timing, she executed a low blow on Ego, causing him to release Bad BB. Ego doubled over in pain, and Belladonna seized her moment. With a burst of strength and determination, she hoisted the massive Ego over the top rope, eliminating him and securing her victory.



The crowd erupted in a mixture of cheers and boos as Belladonna Anderson emerged as the winner of the over-the-top-rope battle royal. Her cunning strategy, combined with her impeccable timing, had allowed her to outsmart and outlast her opponents. With her hand raised in victory, she proved that in the world of professional wrestling, it's not always the biggest or the strongest who prevail, but those with the sharpest minds and the most calculating strategies.


Belladonna is in the ring, arm raised with a big smile as the scene fades to the Halloween Havok promo video and music.










Belladonna is still standing in the ring as Britlyn brings the mic to hers to begin the show.



Britlyn: Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to Halloween Havok from Salem, Massachusetts! I thank you all for coming out tonight and tuning in from home. The fans are the catalyst of success, and you all are very important to me.



That being said........you probably wonder why I have this belt over my shoulder. It is the OCW Elevate Championship. Ms. Anderson won the Halloween Rumble, and stipulation says that she will be added to the mix for a shot at this very belt at Ashes to Ashes. Well........I regret to inform you that our Elevate Champion, Valkyrie Venom, has been sidelined due to her addictions. She has been checked into a rehab facility, and therefore has been stripped of the Elevate Title."



Stone: WOW!



Blaze: Kick her while she's down, why don't ya!



Britlyn: That being said. There can't be a title match at Ashes to Ashes for this belt because there is no champion. Part of me wanted to leave it vacant, have a tournament for it in the coming weeks, but part of me wanted to reward a wrestler on this roster whose dedication has been top notch to this point. This wrestler shows up to work, never causes any issues, and has a winning record inside that ring. So ladies and gentleman, turn your attention to the ring as I crown the NEW OCW Elevate Champion.................



Belladonna Anderson!"



Stone: WOW!



Blaze: Is that all you know how to say?!



Britlyn walks to the ring and smiles, handing a smiling Belladonna the belt as the two shake hands. The camera's cut away as Belladonna holds the Elevate Title over her head, with Brit behind her clapping.

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The moon hung low in the sky over the picturesque streets of Salem, Massachusetts, as the anticipation of an epic wrestling battle buzzed through the air. The local townsfolk and eager wrestling fans had gathered to witness a match of a lifetime, pitting the mighty Braddock against the high-flying Rex Maddox. Under the cover of the starry night, the stage was set for a no-disqualifications, falls-count-anywhere contest that would take the action to the streets and alleys of Salem.



The night air was filled with excitement as Braddock, a colossal force in the world of wrestling, made his way to the makeshift ring set up on a quaint cobblestone street. His imposing figure and fierce demeanor sent shivers through the crowd as he entered the ring, dressed in his trademark black and red attire. Boos and jeers greeted his presence, reflecting his polarizing character.



On the other hand, the charismatic and agile Rex Maddox strode down the aisle, flashing a dazzling smile to his adoring fans. Maddox had a reputation for his high-flying style and was a fan favorite, known for his infectious charisma and daring maneuvers. The cheers and applause that greeted Maddox were thunderous, and it was clear that the majority of the crowd was firmly in his corner.



The bell rang, and the match was underway. The tension was palpable as the two competitors circled each other, assessing their opponent's strengths and weaknesses. The fans held their collective breath, knowing they were about to witness a contest like no other.



Braddock and Maddox finally locked up in the center of the ring, a clash of power against agility. Braddock's brute strength allowed him to gain an early advantage, pushing Maddox back with sheer force. Maddox, however, showcased his agility, slipping out of Braddock's grasp and countering with a quick succession of strikes.



The match soon spilled out of the ring, with no disqualifications in effect, anything was fair game. Steel chairs, kendo sticks, and trash cans became weapons of choice, creating a chaotic scene that had the fans on the edge of their seats. The sight of Maddox executing a breathtaking hurricanrana on Braddock, sending him crashing through a wooden barricade, was a moment that left the crowd in awe.



As the two combatants fought their way through the winding streets of Salem, Maddox's daring high-flying moves began to win over even those who had initially cheered for Braddock. It was hard not to be drawn to the sheer audacity and heart displayed by Maddox as he battled against the much larger Braddock.



The match grew increasingly brutal as the competitors utilized their surroundings to their advantage. Braddock's raw power was on full display when he executed a devastating spinebuster, causing the entire street to reverberate. The crowd winced as Maddox writhed in pain on the unforgiving cobblestone.



But Maddox refused to give up. With a burst of determination, he fought back and countered Braddock's onslaught with a series of punches and kicks. The two exchanged stiff blows, neither willing to back down. Maddox's resilience shone as he hit Braddock with a combination of strikes, finishing with a dropkick that sent Braddock stumbling backward.



The fans couldn't contain their excitement as Maddox climbed onto a nearby storefront awning and launched himself into a graceful crossbody, crashing into Braddock. Bodies hit the cobblestone street with a thud, and the fans erupted in applause. It was a high-risk move, but Maddox's bravery paid off.



With both competitors battered and bruised, the match continued to spiral into chaos. The Falls Count Anywhere stipulation allowed them to fight in the most unconventional places. They wrestled near a historic Salem witchcraft museum, beside a centuries-old graveyard, and in front of quaint, colonial-era shops.



Braddock was relentless in his pursuit of victory. He slammed Maddox into a lamppost, leaving a dent in the metal and causing Maddox to gasp for breath. It seemed as if Braddock had finally asserted his dominance. The crowd held their collective breath, fearing the end was near for Maddox.



But Maddox wasn't ready to concede. With an adrenaline-fueled determination, he fought back, causing Braddock to stumble backward and crash through the window of a nearby antique shop. Shards of glass rained down, and the sound of breaking glass echoed through the night.



The referee was quick to react, sliding beside the shattered window and counting the pin, his hand slapping the cobblestones as he declared the three-count. Braddock had emerged victorious, the match ending in the most unexpected and dramatic fashion.



The crowd's cheers turned into a chorus of gasps and awe as they watched the match come to its thrilling conclusion. Braddock's arm was raised in victory, while Rex Maddox lay on the cobblestone street, bruised and battered. It was a bittersweet moment for the fans, who had witnessed a match for the ages, with an ending that had them on the edge of their seats.



As the night came to a close, both Braddock and Maddox showed their respect for each other, shaking hands and acknowledging the incredible effort put forth in the ring. The residents of Salem, Massachusetts, and wrestling fans alike had experienced a night they would never forget, a night when the cobbled streets of this historic town had become the backdrop for an unforgettable chapter in the world of professional wrestling.


WINNER: BRADDOCK

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The crowd roared with anticipation as the electrified cage descended from the rafters, casting an eerie blue glow over the ring. The air crackled with electricity, setting the stage for one of the most brutal and blood-soaked encounters in wrestling history. In one corner stood Toxicita, a fierce and fearless female wrestler known for her unrelenting aggression. In the opposite corner, the resilient and determined Kyleigh Everhart, ready to prove her mettle in this electrifying battle.



The bell rang, and the two women lunged at each other like predators closing in on their prey. Toxicita wasted no time, attempting a quick clothesline, but Kyleigh ducked and countered with a sharp kick to Toxicita's abdomen. The impact echoed through the arena, and Toxicita doubled over, gasping for air. Kyleigh seized the moment and sent Toxicita crashing face-first into the electrified cage, causing sparks to fly as her body convulsed from the shock.


Stone: Dear god, we knew this wasn't going to be for the weak of heart but to start things off like that?! I can smell the charred flesh from here!

Blaze: Oh yeah, Kyleigh wants to fry the champ early and often here, she needs to prove a point tonight!


Blood trickled down Toxicita's forehead, but she refused to show weakness. She grabbed a handful of Kyleigh's hair and yanked her down to the mat. The women exchanged stiff punches and elbows, their bodies grinding against the unforgiving steel mesh. The crowd's cheers mixed with gasps of shock as Toxicita used the cage to her advantage, slamming Kyleigh's face into it repeatedly.



With a sudden burst of energy, Kyleigh fought back, driving her knee into Toxicita's midsection. She then hoisted Toxicita onto her shoulder and sent her crashing into the cage with a spine-shattering Samoan drop. The impact reverberated through the arena, and Toxicita writhed in pain, her back seared by the electrified cage.



Kyleigh sensed an opportunity and reached for a steel chair that had been left outside the ring. She slid it through the electrified cage bars, into the ring, and set it up in the center. With Toxicita still down, Kyleigh ascended the turnbuckle, looking to make a statement. As she leaped off for a high-flying move, Toxicita miraculously rolled out of the way, and Kyleigh crashed onto the steel chair, sending a shockwave of pain through her body.



Toxicita capitalized on Kyleigh's mistake. She grabbed the chair, which now had a jagged dent in it from the impact, and smashed it over Kyleigh's back. The crowd winced as Kyleigh screamed in agony, her body convulsing from the pain and the electric charge coursing through her. Toxicita, fueled by sadistic determination, kept up the assault, repeatedly striking Kyleigh with the chair.



Blood streamed down Kyleigh's back, mingling with the burns from the electrified cage. But she was not ready to give in. Summoning every ounce of her strength, Kyleigh grabbed Toxicita by the hair and slammed her face-first into the cage. Sparks flew, and Toxicita howled in pain as her flesh sizzled against the cage. With a sudden burst of momentum, Kyleigh charged and tackled Toxicita, driving her through the electrified cage door.

Stone: These two beautiful women may not look the same after this match!

Blaze: This is a sick, sadistic match made by management. Britlyn is probably sitting back there gloating while her two most attractive stars give themselves cosmetic alterations! 


The cage door swung open, and both women tumbled to the outside. Their bodies lay twitching on the arena floor, smoke rising from their scorched flesh. The referee, dressed in protective gear, checked on both competitors, ensuring they could continue. Despite the brutality, both women nodded, determination etched on their battered faces.



Back inside the electrified cage, the women exchanged brutal kicks and punches. Toxicita, her face a mask of blood and fury, delivered a devastating DDT on Kyleigh. She could feel victory within her grasp. Toxicita ascended the turnbuckle, poised to execute a high-flying maneauver. With her opponent sprawled on the mat, Toxicita leaped off, aiming to deliver a crushing leg drop.



But Kyleigh, showing her resilience and survival instinct, rolled out of the way at the last moment. Toxicita crashed down hard on the mat, her tailbone absorbing the brunt of the impact. The crowd held its collective breath as both women lay motionless, their bodies battered and broken.

Stone: And don't forget folks, Toxicita had a match just last night in Texas at Texas Chainsaw Massacre. She was in yet another brutal contest with Colossus, and she managed to take the tyrannical champ down! Now she's got to put her body through hell once more!

Blaze: What's worse is that when this match was booked Toxicita wasn't the champ yet, so Kyleigh has to go through all of this hell too and of she wins she doesn't even get anything out of it!


Kyleigh, with a renewed fire in her eyes, crawled toward the electrified cage. She struggled to her feet and, with every ounce of her remaining strength, climbed the cage. The crowd erupted in cheers as she reached the top, her body trembling from exhaustion and pain. Toxicita, still reeling from her missed leg drop, staggered to her feet below.



With a roar that shook the arena, Kyleigh launched herself from the top of the cage, aiming to deliver a flying crossbody. Her body sailed through the air, and the electrified cage floor awaited. But Toxicita had other plans. With lightning-fast reflexes, she caught Kyleigh mid-air and reversed her momentum, slamming her onto the mat with a bone-crushing powerbomb.



The impact was deafening, and the crowd watched in awe as Kyleigh lay motionless, her body contorted in pain. Toxicita saw her chance for victory and covered Kyleigh for the pin. The referee counted: "One! Two! Thr—"



But Kyleigh, showing an indomitable will, kicked out just in time. The crowd erupted in cheers, unable to believe the resilience on display. Toxicita, a mix of frustration and admiration on her face, dragged Kyleigh to her feet. With a sadistic grin, Toxicita set her up for her signature move, "R.B.T.L. (Read Between The Lines--the 619).

As Toxicita ran towards Kyleigh, preparing to deliver the move, the electrified cage had one more surprise in store. A sudden surge of electricity coursed through the cage, surging with even greater intensity. Both women screamed as the powerful jolt of electricity shocked their bodies.



The electrified cage malfunctioned, sparks flying in every direction. The crowd watched in stunned silence as the two women writhed in agony, their bodies convulsing from the shock. The referee, powerless to intervene, looked on in horror.


Stone: My god I think the cage broke!

Blaze: That's what happens when you buy an electrified cage from Wish.com!


As the cage malfunctioned, it briefly lost power, and both women collapsed to the mat, their bodies twitching from the residual electricity. The crowd erupted in chants, unsure of how to react to the shocking turn of events.



In the chaos, Toxicita managed to drape her arm over Kyleigh's lifeless body for the cover. The referee, still disoriented, crawled over to make the count. "One... Two... Three!"



The bell rang, and the match was over. Toxicita had emerged victorious, but both women were bloodied, battered, and scorched by the electrified cage. Medical personnel rushed to the ring to attend to the fallen competitors, as the crowd continued to cheer and applaud their incredible display of heart and determination.





The electrified cage match between Toxicita and Kyleigh Everhart would go down in wrestling history as one of the most brutal and unforgettable encounters ever witnessed. It showcased the incredible resilience and tenacity of these two fearless women who left everything in the ring, even as the cage itself turned against them.



Stone: Thank god this one is over. A unique concept, perfect for a hardcore Halloween show, but my god these two women may have taken years off their careers......maybe even their lives!



Blaze: Kyleigh making her triumphant return, but she may have to go back on the injured list after this one. This one was brutal in every sense of the word!



Stone: Was is this now?!



Britlyn walks back out to the entrance way, this time holding a new belt over her shoulder.

Britlyn: Toxicita, you won the RISE WORLD TITLE last night at Texas Chainsaw Massacre. With RISE going away, the share holders at EightPrime have come up with a NEW title to replace the one you hold. This, over my shoulder, is the FIGHT4 Title. And it's yours.

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The bell rang, and the steel cage match officially began. The two combatants, Goth and Blake Anderson, locked eyes with intense determination. The Chainsaw Corner beckoned ominously, its container shrouded in suspense.



Blake was the first to make a move, charging at Goth. However, Goth had anticipated his rush and sidestepped, causing Blake to crash into the steel cage. The audience winced at the impact as Blake's shoulder absorbed the brunt of the blow.



Goth seized the opportunity, grabbing Blake by the hair and slamming his face-first into the electrified steel mesh. The crowd cringed as Blake's face scraped against the cage, leaving streaks of blood in its wake. Goth reveled in the brutality, taunting the spectators as he continued to punish his opponent.



Blake, though battered, was not one to concede easily. He fought back with a knee to Goth's midsection, causing him to double over. With Blake's head in his grasp, Goth proceeded to introduce him to the unforgiving steel mesh, again and again, the sparks and agony providing ample evidence of the harsh encounter.



Goth, with a grim determination in his eyes, managed to open the container in the Chainsaw Corner, revealing a gruesome surprise—an operational chainsaw wrapped in barbed wire. The crowd's anticipation reached a fever pitch as Goth ignited the chainsaw, sending sparks flying into the air.



The weapon of destruction hummed menacingly as he swung it menacingly towards Blake. The barbed wire-covered chainsaw missed by mere inches, leaving a jagged, sparking scar on the electrified cage. The audience held its collective breath as the two competitors battled desperately, with Blake narrowly evading the chainsaw's deadly teeth.



Blake was well aware of the peril he faced, trapped in close quarters with an enraged Goth wielding a chainsaw. He attempted to retreat, but the cage afforded him little room to maneuver. As Goth closed in, ready to deal a potentially catastrophic blow, Blake resorted to a desperation low blow, causing Goth to drop the chainsaw and double over in pain.


Stone: This Pay Per View is quickly becoming a horror movie. 

Blaze: The fans are getting what they paid for tonight!


With Goth momentarily incapacitated, Blake seized the opportunity and delivered a brutal headbutt, smashing Goth's skull against the cage. The impact left Goth stunned, dazed by the ferocity of the blow. It was the opening Blake needed, and he hoisted Goth onto his shoulders, delivering a bone-crushing powerbomb that left Goth sprawled on the mat.



Goth lay on the electrified cage floor, gasping for air and struggling to recover from the devastating powerbomb. Blake saw his chance for victory and covered Goth for the pin.



One! Two!



But, much to the crowd's shock and disappointment, Goth summoned the strength to kick out, refusing to be defeated so easily. The audience erupted in cheers, astonished by Goth's resilience. The match was far from over.



With the Chainsaw Corner concluded and the score still even, it was time to move to the Thumbtack Corner. Goth and Blake Anderson staggered to their feet, both determined to claim victory in this brutal contest.



Blake was the first to strike, assaulting Goth with a relentless fury. He managed to drive his opponent into the corner filled with thumbtacks, forcing Goth's body to collide with the sharp, painful objects. The crowd winced as Goth cried out in anguish, the thumbtacks embedding themselves in his flesh.



Blake capitalized on his advantage and pushed Goth face-first into the thumbtacks, causing the painful objects to pierce his skin. Goth writhed in agony, crimson blood trickling down his face, his screams echoing throughout the arena. It was a brutal assault, and Blake reveled in the torment he was inflicting.



However, Goth was far from defeated. His eyes were filled with a burning resolve. Despite the excruciating pain, he retaliated with a swift kick to Blake's midsection, causing his opponent to double over. With a steely determination, Goth grabbed a handful of thumbtacks and drove them into Blake's back, causing fresh wounds to bloom and blood to flow.


Stone: It's a good thing this is on Pay Per View. I am not sure a cable network would allow the brutality we are witnessing tonight!

Blaze: Pussies.


Goth then proceeded to open the container in the Thumbtack Corner, revealing a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. The crowd's anticipation reached a fever pitch as Goth brandished the weapon. The audience watched in awe as the electrified cage glinted off the menacing steel and the barbed wire wrapped around the bat.



With a malicious smile, Goth swung the weapon at Blake, striking him across the back. The impact was accompanied by a sickening thud, and the crowd winced in collective sympathy for Blake's pain. Blood splattered from the fresh wound on his back.



Goth continued his assault, repeatedly striking Blake with the barbed wire-covered baseball bat. Each blow elicited agonizing screams and further inflicted damage on Blake's already battered body. The electrified cage crackled with the intensity of their brutal encounter.



Despite the relentless punishment, Blake was not about to back down. With a surge of adrenaline, he managed to wrest the barbed wire bat from Goth's grasp, turning the tables. He struck Goth with the weapon, causing fresh lacerations to mar his opponent's flesh. Goth's cries of pain filled the arena as the barbed wire cut into his skin.



With the barbed wire bat in his possession, Blake retaliated with a series of vicious strikes, leaving Goth a blood-soaked and battered mess. The electrified cage's harsh glow only accentuated the brutality of the situation.



The crowd watched in a mixture of horror and amazement as the two competitors continued their savage struggle. Despite the electrified cage, the two wrestlers seemed impervious to pain, their determination and desire for victory propelling them forward.



Goth, covered in blood and wounds, managed to gather his strength and turn the tables. He delivered a brutal chokeslam onto the thumbtacks, causing Blake's body to be impaled by the sharp objects. Blake's screams were deafening as he writhed in pain, and the electrified cage served as a harsh reminder of the relentless brutality of their match.



The audience watched with bated breath as Goth covered Blake for the pinfall.



One! Two!


Stone: Another near fall!

Blaze: Neither of these men can get ahead here!


But Blake Anderson, against all odds, kicked out at the last possible moment, showing incredible resilience. The crowd erupted in a chorus of disbelief and admiration for the tenacity displayed in the ring.



Goth managed to gain the upper hand, driving Blake into the Ladder Corner, where a steel ladder awaited them.



Goth's relentless strikes left Blake reeling in pain, and he felt the unforgiving steel ladder pressing against his back. The audience winced as Blake's body was crushed between the ladder and the turnbuckle. The pain was evident on his face as he tried to push Goth away.



Goth, however, had no intention of relinquishing control. He positioned the ladder and, with Blake still trapped, delivered a vicious running knee strike, sandwiching Blake between his body and the ladder. The impact was brutal, and Blake crumpled to the mat.



Sensing an opportunity, Goth opened the container in the Ladder Corner, revealing a sledgehammer. The crowd's anticipation grew as Goth retrieved the weapon. With a sinister smile, he swung the sledgehammer with full force, striking Blake across the back. The impact reverberated through the arena, and Blake howled in pain.



Blake's body was marked with bruises, and Goth was determined to make him suffer. He relentlessly attacked Blake with the sledgehammer, delivering devastating blows that left his opponent battered and broken. The crowd watched in shock as Goth's sadistic assault continued.


Stone: Goth is channeling a dark side here

Blaze: He's doing what he has to do.


But as the match progressed, Blake showed his resilience. With a sudden burst of energy, he managed to grab the sledgehammer from Goth's hands. Using the weapon as a battering ram, Blake struck Goth in the midsection, doubling him over in pain.



The audience roared as Blake capitalized on the opportunity. He set up the ladder and climbed to the top, aiming to deliver a high-risk maneuver. As he reached the pinnacle, he leaped off the ladder, executing a breathtaking moonsault that connected with Goth. The impact was colossal, and both competitors were left sprawled on the mat.



With both men down, the referee began the count.



One! Two!



But neither competitor was ready to concede the round just yet. They both showed their resilience by getting back on their feet before the count of three. The crowd's cheers grew louder as they witnessed the determination of these two warriors.



Goth and Blake continued to exchange brutal strikes and high-impact moves, neither willing to back down. The round came to a close with both men battered and exhausted, and the crowd eagerly awaited the next round.


With neither man able to score a pin, Goth and Blake Anderson moved to the next corner, where a container filled with steel chairs awaited them. The audience braced for the brutal chair shots that were sure to follow.



Blake wasted no time and lunged at Goth, driving him into the Steel Chair Corner. He grabbed a steel chair and swung it with force, connecting with Goth's midsection. The sound of the chair colliding with flesh echoed through the arena, and the crowd winced at the impact.



Goth, however, retaliated with a swift kick to Blake's gut, doubling him over. He then snatched the chair from Blake's hands and brought it crashing down on Blake's back, sending him to his knees in agony. The audience watched in awe as the steel chair bent from the force of the blow.


Stone: The chair is bent!

Blaze: What force that was!


Goth, showing no mercy, continued to batter Blake with chair shots, striking him across the back and shoulders. Blake's body was marked with welts and bruises, but he refused to give in.



Summoning his inner reserves of strength, Blake executed a surprising snap DDT on Goth, driving him face-first into the chair that had been set up in the corner. The sound of impact was sickening, and Goth's forehead bore the brunt of the assault, causing him to bleed profusely.



Blake, fueled by adrenaline, seized the moment and opened the container in the Steel Chair Corner, revealing a kendo stick. He grabbed the weapon and, with malicious intent, swung it at Goth's back. The kendo stick cracked against Goth's flesh, leaving a trail of red welts.



The crowd watched in amazement as the match's brutality escalated. Blake continued to assault Goth with the kendo stick, delivering a series of painful strikes. Goth's body contorted with pain, but he refused to submit.



In a desperate bid to regain control, Goth managed to wrestle the kendo stick from Blake's grasp. With a savage expression on his face, he unleashed a barrage of brutal kendo stick shots on Blake, leaving him writhing in agony. The audience winced as each strike landed, and Blake's body was covered in welts.



Goth, capitalizing on his dominance, positioned Blake for his signature move, "The Gothic Nightmare." He lifted Blake onto his shoulders and executed the devastating finisher, slamming Blake onto the steel chair that was still set up in the corner. The impact was deafening, and Blake writhed in pain on the mat.



With Blake incapacitated, Goth covered him for the pinfall.



One! Two!


Stone: ANOTHER KICK OUT!

Blaze: I can't believe it!


But Blake Anderson, displaying incredible tenacity, managed to kick out at the last possible moment, refusing to be defeated. The crowd was in awe of the resilience on display.


With the match STILL tied 0-0, Goth and Blake made their way to the third corner, where a container filled with tables awaited them. The audience knew that this segment of the match was likely to be even more destructive than the previous ones.



Goth and Blake continued to exchange brutal strikes and high-impact moves, neither willing to back down. The round came to a close with both men battered and exhausted, and the crowd eagerly awaited the next round.


With the score still tied, Goth and Blake Anderson moved to the next corner, where a container filled with steel chairs awaited them. The audience braced for the brutal chair shots that were sure to follow.



Blake wasted no time and lunged at Goth, driving him into the Steel Chair Corner. He grabbed a steel chair and swung it with force, connecting with Goth's midsection. The sound of the chair colliding with flesh echoed through the arena, and the crowd winced at the impact.



Goth, however, retaliated with a swift kick to Blake's gut, doubling him over. He then snatched the chair from Blake's hands and brought it crashing down on Blake's back, sending him to his knees in agony. The audience watched in awe as the steel chair bent from the force of the blow.



Goth, showing no mercy, continued to batter Blake with chair shots, striking him across the back and shoulders. Blake's body was marked with welts and bruises, but he refused to give in.



Summoning his inner reserves of strength, Blake executed a surprising snap DDT on Goth, driving him face-first into the chair that had been set up in the corner. The sound of impact was sickening, and Goth's forehead bore the brunt of the assault, causing him to bleed profusely.



Blake, fueled by adrenaline, seized the moment and opened the container in the Steel Chair Corner, revealing a kendo stick. He grabbed the weapon and, with malicious intent, swung it at Goth's back. The kendo stick cracked against Goth's flesh, leaving a trail of red welts.



The crowd watched in amazement as the match's brutality escalated. Blake continued to assault Goth with the kendo stick, delivering a series of painful strikes. Goth's body contorted with pain, but he refused to submit.



In a desperate bid to regain control, Goth managed to wrestle the kendo stick from Blake's grasp. With a savage expression on his face, he unleashed a barrage of brutal kendo stick shots on Blake, leaving him writhing in agony. The audience winced as each strike landed, and Blake's body was now covered in welts.


With the match still tied, Goth and Blake made their way to the third corner, where a container filled with tables awaited them. The audience knew that this segment of the match was likely to be even more destructive than the previous ones.



Goth and Blake continued to exchange brutal strikes and high-impact moves, neither willing to back down. The round came to a close with both men battered and exhausted, and the crowd eagerly awaited the next round.


With the match STILL tied, the competitors moved to the final corner, where a container filled with coiled barbed wire awaited them. The audience knew that this last segment of the match would be the most brutal yet.



Blake, still handcuffed, was at a disadvantage, but he showed no signs of surrender. He bravely faced Goth, and the two competitors exchanged strikes and grappled near the container.



Goth managed to gain the upper hand, driving Blake into the Barbed Wire Corner. The coiled barbed wire pressed against Blake's back, and the audience winced as the sharp wire bit into his flesh. With a sadistic grin, Goth intensified his assault, delivering punishing chair shots to Blake's already injured body.



Blood trickled from Blake's back as he bore the brunt of the punishment. He knew that this round was his last chance, and with sheer determination, he managed to strike Goth with a low blow. Goth's face contorted in pain, and Blake seized the opportunity to free himself from the handcuffs.



With newfound freedom, Blake launched a fierce counterattack, unleashing a barrage of strikes on Goth. He delivered a powerful suplex onto the coiled barbed wire, causing immense pain to Goth as the wire dug into his flesh.



With both competitors battered and exhausted, it was Blake who displayed a surge of energy. He pulled Goth away from the Barbed Wire Corner and positioned him for his finishing move, "The Devastator." With immense strength, Blake hoisted Goth onto his shoulders and executed the move, slamming Goth into the mat.



The impact was thunderous, and the audience watched in amazement as Goth lay motionless on the mat. With a quick cover, Blake Anderson pinned Goth.


The crowd counted along.


One! Two! Three!


Stone: Finally! I thought this one would never end!

Blaze: The Dynasty reigns supreme here, Stone! Belladonna is a champion and now Blake wins. He won last night in Texas, wins now. The Dynasty is starting to take over!


The bell rang, signaling Blake Anderson's victory in the Barbed Wire Corner. The audience erupted in cheers, amazed by the incredible display of resilience and brutality they had just witnessed.



Goth and Blake had pushed each other to the limits of endurance, enduring pain and punishment throughout the match. In the end, it was Blake Anderson who emerged victorious, securing a hard-fought win in this brutal Four Corners of Pain Match. Both competitors had earned the respect of the crowd for their unwavering determination and the intensity of their performance.

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LIVE, NOVEMBER 15th

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The Symphony of Destruction match between Donnie Harris and Damien Calaway for the Rebellion Title promised to be a brutal spectacle. As the two wrestlers stood across the ring from each other, the atmosphere was electric, with a sea of fans eagerly anticipating the chaos about to unfold.



DING, DING, DING!



The match began with a relentless exchange of strikes. Donnie Harris and Damien Calaway wasted no time, fists flying as they tested each other's endurance. Damien, the reigning champion, connected with a stiff forearm, but Donnie responded with a lightning-fast roundhouse kick that sent the champion staggering. The crowd roared in approval.



The Symphony of Destruction stipulation meant that various musical instruments were scattered around ringside, ripe for use as weapons. Donnie was the first to take advantage of this unique setup. He grabbed a guitar, swung it overhead, and smashed it across Damien's back, sending shards of wood flying through the air. Damien howled in pain, clutching his injured back.



Donnie seized the opportunity to continue his assault. He reached for a steel chair and folded it open, waiting for Damien to regain his footing. As Damien staggered back to his feet, Donnie lunged forward, chair in hand, aiming to slam it into his opponent's skull. However, Damien had other plans. He ducked at the last moment, and the chair crashed against the turnbuckle post, creating a thunderous clang.



With Donnie momentarily stunned, Damien took control of the match. He grabbed a kendo stick from ringside and began to lash out at Donnie with rapid, precise strikes. Each strike echoed through the arena, leaving welts and bruises in their wake. Donnie winced in pain with each blow, but his determination kept him on his feet.



In a desperate attempt to turn the tide, Donnie reached under the ring and pulled out a trash can filled with an assortment of instruments—drumsticks, tambourines, and even a keyboard. He swung the trash can like a battering ram, smashing it into Damien, who crumpled to the mat under the impact of the makeshift weapon.



The audience was on its feet, roaring in approval as Donnie continued to dismantle the musical arsenal at ringside. He picked up a saxophone, blew into it briefly, creating a discordant honk, and then swung it like a baseball bat, connecting with Damien's midsection. The champion doubled over in agony.


Stone: Damien Calaway is one of the toughest in the business, but Donnie Harris is no slouch. Damien doesn't have his sister to help him tonight, as she is in Texas battling SYNN. He has to do this on his own. 

Blaze: Donnie is battered and bruised but he was successful, for the most part, last night as he won the Streaming Service Championship for Outsiders. 


Donnie wasn't finished yet. He spotted a keyboard on the ground, its keys spread out like a minefield of pain. He grabbed it and placed it on top of Damien, who was writhing on the mat. With a running start, Donnie jumped into the air, landing with both feet on the keyboard. The keys shattered into pieces, and Damien cried out in pain.



But Damien Calaway, despite the brutal onslaught, was not one to be counted out easily. He managed to get back to his feet, his face a mask of fury and determination. He saw a cymbal nearby and picked it up, swinging it like a discus. The cymbal connected with Donnie's face, causing a deep gash that immediately began to bleed.



The sight of Donnie's blood only seemed to fuel Damien's aggression. He grabbed a drum and threw it at Damien, striking him in the chest and knocking the wind out of him. Donnie followed up with a devastating powerbomb onto a bass drum. The impact was deafening, and Damiens's body crumpled like a ragdoll.


Blaze: It's over....we are going to have a new champion here!


With Damien seemingly incapacitated, Donnie made his way to the corner of the ring to catch his bearings. As he measured his opponent, a fan dressed in a referee's shirt suddenly jumped the guardrail and entered the ring. The crowd erupted in confusion and disbelief.


Stone: What the hell is this?!


Donnie, barely conscious, attempted to crawl towards the ropes to pull himself up. He comes off the ropes with an elbow drop onto Damien, and exhaustedly slings his arm over the champs chest. The fan, now acting as the impromptu referee, began to count.

Stone: What the HELL is this?!


"1... 2... 3!"



The crowd erupted in cheers as Donnie's hand was raised in victory, and the Rebellion Title was placed around his waist by the striped shirt wearing fan. But something was amiss. The bell never rang, and the official referee was still down, recovering from the chaos that had unfolded.


Stone: The bell never rang! And you can't tell me this is an official title change! This is outrageous! 

Blaze: This is chaos! But welcome to OCW!


As Donnie celebrated his apparent victory, Damien began to stir. He slowly got to his feet, and with a look of pure rage, he turned toward Donnie. The champion launched himself into action, closing the gap in an instant.



In a shocking turn of events, Donnie turned around, only to be met with Damien's devastating "Laid to Rest" kick, a move that had put away countless opponents. The impact of the kick sent Donnie sprawling to the mat, his lights effectively knocked out.


Stone: He got all of that one! 

Blaze: Night night!


Just as Damien made the cover, the real referee finally regained his senses and made his way to the ring. Security was quick to apprehend the fan who had posed as a referee, escorting them out of the arena.



The official referee dropped to the mat to make the count.



"1... 2... 3!"



The crowd's initial jubilation had turned into stunned silence. Damien Calaway had won, retaining his Rebellion Title. The bell finally rang, confirming the official result, but the fans were left in disbelief at the chaotic and unpredictable Symphony of Destruction match.



Damien Calaway, battered and bruised but still the champion, raised the Rebellion Title above his head. It was a hard-fought and chaotic battle, one that would be remembered for years to come as one of the most unique and unpredictable matches in wrestling history.


Donnie is stirring, finally, with a scowl on his face. Damien leaves the ring with his belt as Donnie protests to the ref.

Stone: Damien Calaway pulls it off! It was chaotic, and brutal, but the champ retains here in Salem!

Blaze: What happened here was Donnie Harris got robbed! 

Stone: How can you say that! The fan wasn't a real ref!

Blaze: Donnie did what he needed to do, but again the system is holding him down! That was probably a set up! He brought the 'other' OCW title here to an Outcast show and Britt probably paid that fan off! This is an outrage! 

Stone: I don't believe you sometimes! 

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Battleground Pre-Show, LIVE, November 15th

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In a wrestling arena unlike any other, the tension in the air was palpable as the crowd eagerly awaited the highly anticipated Circus Deathmatch between two of the most promising talents in the Anarchy Wrestling Federation – Clyde Newton and JOHNNY. With the promise of a number one contender spot for the Anarchy Title hanging in the balance, both competitors knew they had everything to gain and everything to lose in this high-stakes match.



The Circus Deathmatch was a devilish creation designed to push the limits of pain and endurance in the wrestling world. The ring was transformed into a scaffold suspended high above the ground, with a spider net made of menacing barbed wire positioned six feet below. The rules were simple but brutal: the first wrestler to fall off the scaffold into the barbed wire net would be declared the loser.



As the crowd's anticipation grew, the two wrestlers, both in peak physical condition, stood on opposite sides of the ring, their eyes locked with a fierce intensity. Clyde Newton, the charismatic and brash young wrestler, had been rising through the ranks of Anarchy Wrestling with his unique blend of agility, power, and charisma. JOHNNY, on the other hand, was a veteran of the wrestling world, known for his ruthless tactics and a reputation for pushing his opponents to the brink of their physical limits.


The referee signaled for the match to begin, and the bell rang with an ominous clang, setting the Circus Deathmatch in motion. Clyde and JOHNNY cautiously circled the scaffold, each aware of the perilous fate that awaited them below. The crowd's excitement was electric, as they were about to witness a match that had never been attempted before in the Anarchy Wrestling Federation.



The match began with a series of quick exchanges as Clyde and JOHNNY tested each other's balance and strength on the scaffold. It was evident that both men were well-prepared, each countering the other's moves with remarkable skill and determination. The crowd roared with every twist, turn, and slam, their energy fuelling the wrestlers' resolve.



As the match progressed, Clyde attempted to gain the upper hand by utilizing his agility and aerial moves. He climbed to the top of the scaffold and launched himself at JOHNNY, aiming for a flying dropkick. JOHNNY, however, saw it coming and swiftly ducked, causing Clyde to crash into the scaffold. The impact reverberated through the structure, and the crowd gasped in shock.



JOHNNY capitalized on the situation, unleashing a vicious assault on Clyde. He rained down blows on his opponent, trying to weaken Clyde and create an opening for the fatal fall. The crowd's chants alternated between cheers for Clyde and jeers for JOHNNY, creating a chaotic and charged atmosphere in the arena.


Stone: Johnny is so tough, so physical. He is going to come AT you! And sometimes I think he is impervious to pain!

Blaze: Don't count Clyde out, he's tougher than he looks!


Clyde, bloodied but not beaten, managed to counter JOHNNY's attack with a well-placed knee to the midsection. He then followed up with a powerful DDT, driving JOHNNY's head into the scaffold. The veteran wrestler was stunned, and Clyde seized the opportunity, attempting to grapple JOHNNY and toss him over the edge of the scaffold.



However, JOHNNY was not ready to give up the fight. With a desperate burst of energy, he reversed Clyde's grapple, sending him crashing to the scaffold floor. The crowd held its collective breath as Clyde teetered on the edge of the scaffold, desperately clutching at the railing to avoid falling into the unforgiving barbed wire net below.



With an incredible display of strength, Clyde managed to pull himself back onto the scaffold, narrowly avoiding disaster. The crowd erupted in cheers for his resilience, but JOHNNY saw the opportunity to secure victory. He charged at Clyde, intent on pushing him off the scaffold, but Clyde managed to counter, sending JOHNNY teetering on the edge instead.


Stone: They are getting closer to the edge here, and I don't like it a damn bit folks!


In a heart-pounding moment, JOHNNY clung to the scaffold, his fingers desperately gripping the railing. Clyde took a step back, ready to deliver a decisive blow, but JOHNNY summoned his last reserves of strength, pulling himself back onto the scaffold with sheer determination.



Both wrestlers were now battered and bruised, their bodies marked by the intense battle that had raged on the scaffold. It was clear that victory would not come easily, and the crowd's excitement continued to build as they watched this epic struggle unfold.



Clyde and JOHNNY continued to trade blows, each punch and kick echoing through the arena. The scaffold creaked and swayed under their weight, adding an extra layer of danger to an already perilous match. It was a true test of endurance, with neither wrestler willing to back down.



As the match wore on, the fatigue began to set in. The wrestlers' movements became slower, their breaths labored. The crowd, fully immersed in the spectacle, was divided between supporters of Clyde and JOHNNY, with cheers and boos resonating in equal measure.



With each passing moment, the wrestlers' predicament grew more precarious. The scaffold was unforgiving, its narrow platform offering little room for error. Both Clyde and JOHNNY had experienced close calls, teetering on the brink of disaster, but neither was willing to give up the fight.


Stone: Neither of these men want to give it up! They know a shot at Ally Calaway's belt is on the line here! 


In a shocking turn of events, Clyde managed to execute a powerbomb on JOHNNY, sending his opponent crashing to the scaffold with a resounding thud. The crowd erupted in cheers, sensing that Clyde might finally secure the victory. As JOHNNY lay stunned on the scaffold, Clyde seized the opportunity and hoisted his opponent onto his shoulders, looking to finish the match with a devastating finisher.



With the deafening roar of the crowd serving as a backdrop, Clyde prepared to launch JOHNNY off the scaffold and into the dreaded barbed wire net below. It was a moment of pure tension, a make-or-break point in the match. JOHNNY struggled to escape Clyde's grasp, but the younger wrestler's determination seemed insurmountable.



However, in a shocking turn of events, JOHNNY managed to reverse Clyde's attempted finisher, shifting his weight to counter the move. The crowd watched in disbelief as JOHNNY, with one last burst of strength, sent Clyde tumbling over the edge of the scaffold and into the waiting barbed wire net.


Stone: Good lord! He isn't moving Roland! Someone check on Clyde!

Blaze: After everything we have seen tonight, I still find myself surprised and horrified!


The sickening sound of flesh meeting razor-sharp barbed wire filled the arena as Clyde's body collided with the unforgiving net. The crowd gasped in horror as they witnessed the excruciating pain inflicted on Clyde. The referee rushed to the edge of the scaffold to confirm the outcome, and it was clear that Clyde had lost the match.



JOHNNY, battered and bruised but victorious, stood on the scaffold, his hand raised in triumph. The crowd's mixed reactions of shock, disbelief, and applause filled the arena. It was a brutal, hard-fought contest that had pushed both wrestlers to their limits.



As JOHNNY celebrated his hard-earned victory, the realization set in that he had become the number one contender for the Anarchy Title. The Circus Deathmatch had delivered on its promise of excitement and danger, leaving a lasting impression on the OCW and its passionate fanbase.






The aftermath of the match saw medical personnel rushing to attend to Clyde, who had been left bloodied and battered by his harrowing fall. His resilience and determination in the face of such a brutal defeat earned the respect of the fans, who chanted his name in admiration.



JOHNNY, having secured his title shot, left the arena to prepare for his upcoming championship match, leaving behind a legacy of toughness and a reputation as a formidable force in the world of professional wrestling. The Circus Deathmatch had tested the limits of human endurance and showcased the incredible physical and mental fortitude of its participants, cementing its place in the annals of wrestling history.


Stone: Johnny is the number one contender! He's got Ally in his crosshairs! These two will be in the same building at Battleground, and you KNOW it's about to get chaotic!

Blaze: What a Halloween show we have had! We will see you all November 13th for BATTLEGROUND from DALLAS!