OCW Presents: BATTLEGROUND Episode 1 11/15/23

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

NOVEMBER 15th, 2023
LIVE From The American Airlines Center in DALLAS, TEXAS
7pm Eastern
6 PM Central

Pre-Show:
On Commentary: Fletcher St. James, Paris London

Recap of the best moments from OCW so far.

Interviews with Britlyn, Eric Drake, OCW Champion Braddock,  and NEW Fight4 Champion Toxicita

Preview of upcoming Pay Per Views

MATCHES: 

Benjamin Maddox vs. Sammy
Option Two: 2 Roleplays with a 1,500 Word limit and 500 word buffer

Diamond Rose vs. Bad BB
 Option Two: 2 Roleplays with a 1,500 Word limit and 500 word buffer

Belladonna Anderson (c) vs. Kyleigh Everhart
Option Three: 1 Roleplay with 1,000 Word limit and 500 word buffer

TOXICITA FORMALLY PRESENTED WITH NEW FIGHT4 TITLE BELT

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BROUGHT TO YOU BY C4 ENERGY PRODUCTS

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8 PM Eastern
7 PM Central


Match 1:
GOTH vs. Trent Killjoy
Standard Match, One Fall to Finish
Option Two: 2 Roleplays with a 1,500 Word limit and 500 word buffer
GOTH is a staple in the wrestling world. A member of multiple feds, he has been successful in them all. He was a huge signing for EightPrime (OCW). Trent has been with OCW since day one but has recently been on a small leave of absence. He comes back to participate on the new flagship show against another savvy veteran.

Match 2:
Blake Anderson Vs. Casus
Street Fight
Number One Contendership for the OCW World Title at Ashes to Ashes
Option Four: Anything goes which means you can post as many roleplays as you want with a word limit of staffs choosing.

(Please note choosing option four means you will only be allowed 2 roleplays before you MUST wait for the other person to post. Once the other person has posted at least 1 roleplay you may post another.)
Blake Anderson and "The Dynasty" have been on a hot streak. They have been running roughshod over the OCW for over a month now. Blake took the Anarchy Champ to the limit and then beat two veterans in York and Goth. Now, he has a chance to beat another, and if he does, he will be in the Main Event at the Pay Per View.

Match 3:
Donnie Harris vs. Alexandra Calaway (c)
Standard Match, One Fall to Finish
Anarchy Championship Match
 Option Two: 2 Roleplays with a 1,500 Word limit and 500 word buffer
Donnie took her brother Damien to the wire at Halloween Havok, but he said he was coming after her next. Now that his main rival, SYNN, is on hiatus, the next best thing is her rival, Ally. Still beat up from their brutal match at Texas Chainsaw Massacre where we saw Ally defeat Synn to capture the PWA United States Championship, and Donnie win the Outsiders Streaming Service Championship, this champ vs. champ match has a lot more riding on it than meets the eye. Can Donnie get back in the World Title Picture or will Alexandra continue to dominate?

Match 4: 

BRADDOCK(c) vs. LEVIATHAN vs. TOXICITA(c)
Triple Threat. One Fall to Finish.
 Option Two: 2 Roleplays with a 1,500 Word limit and 500 word buffer
Braddock is the OCW World Champion and Toxicita is the Fight4 Champ (formerly the RISE WORLD CHAMP). Toxicita has given Colossus his only singles loss to date and wants more. Braddock lost to Mika, and he is none too happy about it. Leviathan is a new comer to OCW but has an extremely high ceiling and potential through the roof. Can Levi hold his own against wrestling royalty, or get caught in the crossfire as they try to tear each other apart?







RP DEADLINE: MONDAY, NOVEMBER 13th, 11:59 PM EST
RESULTS: WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 15th

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

A film reel begins to play with "This Is A War" by the Phantoms playing underneath. Limo's pull up to an arena, and Britlyn and Eric step out. Hazel and Taylor have smiles on their faces as they hold microphones, and Ceila Luiz connecting with a breathtaking moonsault from the top turnbuckle, slamming down, driving the wooden board into Diamond Rose's mid section. The pin, the three count. The crowd cheering as Ceila Luiz holds up the company's first ever Elevate Title. We see Kyleigh Everhart roll up Hanari Carnes and Mandii Rider sitting on top of the ladder, holding the first ever REVIVAL title!

“Stay down!” Spencer Adams yells at him. “Damnit, stay down!". Blood running from his mouth, Trent Killjoy flips him off!

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

Adams shakes his head.He then comes off the ropes. KINSHASHA!!!!!!!! He covers. Three count as the crowd counts along. As the music crescendo's, Spencer is on his knees in the center of the ring, kissing the RISE World Title as confetti falls.

Jenny Myst and Mandii Rider as awarded the Tag Belts, Alexandra Calaway throws Brooke Blakely off the stage, and Synn stands tall in the center of the ring over the fallen Easton Alexander, holding the OCW World Title.

Donnie Harris hits a powerbomb on the champ, dressed as a security officer, and stands over Synn holding the world title.

The RISE logo appears, then fades.

Destiny Michaels smiles big as Benjamin Maddox holds up the Elevate Title. Trent Killjoy hits Colossus between the eyes with brass knuckles, Mika Attano steps out onto the ramp with a pose. Toxicita smiles a tired smire, running her hands through her hair. Assylum attacks Synn in the back, and Braddock throws bodies around in the ring. Valkyrie Venom backs up the ramp with a smirk, holding the Elevate Title.

Colossus Crunch across Trent's body, and then Colossus failing to answer the ten count as Toxicita holds up the RISE World title in the center of the ring.

The Anarchy logo shows up, then fades.

Gabe Reno and Alexandra Calaway ends in a double pin. Myst and Axis do battle in the ring, with several near falls and kick outs show. Finally Jenny hits Pink Perfection for the win. Moxie Monarch quits on live TV, leaving Jenny in shock in the middle of the ring. Konstantine throws SYNN around the ring, and Damien Calaway hops the barricade, attacking Jenny, securing the win for his sister as she wheels her on the stretcher over the finish line. Jenny smiles, flipping her hair as she prepares for her Queen's Court interview. Donnie Harris pins Brooke as Synn slides into the ring to try and break it up. Damien Calaway pins Blakely with his tongue out and Belladonna Anderson holds up the Elevate title with a smile. The film clips end with Braddock standing in the center of the ring, holding the World Title, an intense look on his face.

Fade out.

Britlyn Baylor comes on the screen to open the show. She has a confident smile on her face, and her hair falls perfectly on her shoulders.

Britlyn: "Hello all of you, and welcome to OCW programming. For a while, I wasn't sure that tonight was going to even be possible. Being a new company, I expected growing pains. I knew things weren't going to be perfect, but I knew that I damn sure was going to try. I love this business, and I love all of those out there who may have gotten a bad rap, been looked at in a bad light, in need of a second chance. I have invited outcasts from the darkest corners of the wrestling world to come here and compete, and with that I knew there would be some pushback. Many have come in, many have left, and many have had quite a bit to say about us. Through it all, we have persevered. RISE and ANARCHY set the stage for what we wanted to do, and they had a good run. But with growing pains, comes growth. We have a roster now, sponsors now, and the ability now to unravel for you the next level of wrestling entertainment.

This is Battleground!

I am extremely proud of the roster we have put together and the foundation that has been laid. When I was handed the keys to the OCW legacy to help it move forward and flourish, I made a promise that I would do everything in my power to provide the best possible show to all of those involved. I also made a promise to do what is right for our roster and our company. I hope you all enjoy the new Battleground format, and we plan to be around for a long time to come.

That being said, I do have some big news, albeit unfortunate. Due to creative differences and a contract dispute, Damien Calaway is no longer with Outcast Championship Wrestling. Therefore, the Rebellion Title is rendered vacant. I wish Damien the best in his future endeavors, but business is business.

So, as we head towards our second major Pay Per View, I am pleased to announce that there will be a Rebellion Title Match LIVE next week on Battleground, where we will determine a new champion as we push forward.

That match will feature OCW newcomer but wrestling world legend, Goth. He will be taking on a man who went undefeated at both Halloween shows, and has more than earned his keep here. That man is Blake Anderson.

Enjoy the show.

Onward and upward.

Godspeed."

Fletcher St. James: Hello everyone and welcome to Dallas, Texas! I am Fletcher St. James and I am alongside Paris London for the best damn pre-show on the planet. This is Frontline! 

Paris London: This is new ground for us, and I have to say I am excited. It's like moving into a shiny new house.....it will take a bit to acclimate, but eventually, it will be a place we can call home!

St. James: And we have our first match in the new format, coming up right now!

London: Sammy is in the ring, and we are ready to go!

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

St. James: It's great to see Maddox back!

London: Yes! Our former Elevate Champion--the longest reigning so far I may add--is looking to get back into championship form here and get his feet back under him.

DING DING DING

The initial moments saw a cautious circling of the ring as both competitors gauged each other's intentions. Benjamin Maddox, with a stoic expression, locked eyes with Sammy, who exuded a mix of determination and nervous energy. The crowd's anticipation reached a crescendo as the two wrestlers closed in for a lock-up.

From the outset, it became apparent that Maddox held a distinct advantage in terms of experience and technical skill. With a fluidity that spoke to years of honing his craft, Maddox seamlessly transitioned from holds to counter holds, dictating the pace of the match. Sammy, despite his best efforts, found himself caught in a web of Maddox's submission maneuvers.

St. James: He hasn't missed a beat!

London: Like he never left, Fletch!

Maddox targeted Sammy's limbs with precision, expertly manipulating joints and applying pressure where it mattered most. The crowd watched in awe as Maddox executed flawless takedowns, seamlessly transitioning from ground control to submission attempts. Sammy, trapped in Maddox's clutches, struggled to find an opening.

As the match progressed, Maddox showcased his technical wizardry with an array of punishing submissions. Each hold seemed to tighten like a vice, wearing down Sammy's resilience. The crowd, torn between cheering for the underdog and admiring Maddox's mastery, observed a clinic in submission wrestling.

In a pivotal moment, Maddox locked eyes with Sammy, a knowing glint in his gaze. Sensing an opportunity to put an end to the match, Maddox expertly maneuvered into position, cinching in the Face Crossface, a variation of the infamous Crippler Crossface. The audience held their collective breath as Maddox torqued Sammy's neck and shoulder in a merciless hold.

St. James: He's got nowhere to go! Maddox has it sinched in!

Sammy, caught in the excruciating submission, gritted his teeth in an attempt to endure the pain. The intensity in Maddoc's eyes reflected his determination to secure victory. The crowd's cheers turned into hushed murmurs as Sammy, unable to withstand the agony, began to show signs of distress.

Despite Sammy's valiant efforts to escape, Maddoc maintained a vice-like grip on the Face Crossface. The relentless pressure applied to Sammy's neck and jaw left him with no choice but to tap out, a concession to the undeniable mastery of Benjamin Maddox.

St. James: It's over! Sammy had no choice but to tap!

London: That was a rather one sided affair. Maddox was impressive in his re-debut!

The bell rang, signaling the end of the one-sided encounter. Benjamin Maddox, victorious with the submission, released the hold and stood tall in the center of the ring. The crowd, though acknowledging the display of technical brilliance, offered a mix of applause and sympathy for Sammy, who lay on the mat nursing the effects of the Face Crossface.

As he prepared to leave the ring, the crowd cheered again. His girlfriend Destiny Michaels entered the ring. She gave him a big hug and held his arm up with a big smile.

St. James: What a moment!

The two celebrate in the ring as the cameras cut to the back.

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We cut to the back as Taylor Mayde enters the locker room of the World Heavyweight Champion, BRADDOCK. The camera enters behind her and we find the Champ doing burpies. He cranks out a bakers dozen push ups before popping back up to his feet. The wife beater he is wearing has just started to cling under his arms. He sees Taylor and smirks.

BRADDOCK: I’m surprised to see you, here, in my locker room… Hazel too busy?

Taylor proceeds on, unfazed, and flashes a smile to the camera before she begins.

Taylor Mayde: Thanks for joining me this evening! I am here with the World Heavyweight Champion, BRADDOCK as he prepares for his triple threat match against Leviathan and Toxicita! Leviathan is a very large, masked brute while Toxicita is a Champion in her own right. Now, both of your opponents have made some claims about you that go along with some of the rumors circulating on social media.

BRADDOCK: What’s that, Taylor? That I am a drunk? Give me a breathalyzer and I’ll prove I’m sober! Don’t believe everything you hear on Twitter, Taylor; you should know better than that

Taylor rolls her eyes at the World Champ.

Taylor: I ask the questions our viewers want the answers to!

He scoffs.

BRADDOCK: You mean like, does the carpet match the drapes?

She turn and leaves, leaving the cameraman to play catch-up.

St. James: Looks like BRADDOCK got under Taylor’s skin!

Paris: Can you blame her?

St. James: He didn’t become the World Heavyweight Champion by being a nice guy…

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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Cameras cut backstage to Taylor Mayde and Eric Drake.



Taylor Mayde: I'm standing here with Battleground's General Manager Eric Drake, Mr.Drake how does it feel being the General Manager of Battleground? Has it been an easy transition from being the General Manager of just one show with a smaller roster to a much larger roster?



Eric Drake: Well Taylor, it hasn't come without hurdles but so far I can't say it hasn't been anything I can't handle. I was previously working with more established names in the business whereas now I have some very impressive up and coming talent on my personal roster that I'm excited to push more. It was Ms. Baylor's and my intention to open a company that had a wide range of talent, where veterans to newcomers could enter our doors and make a legacy. I still have that goal now going forward with Battleground.



Taylor Mayde: And that's your goal with Frontline? To help new wrestlers dip their toes in the business?



Eric Drake: Yes, Frontline removes so much of the stress placed on new talent coming into the business and gives them an opportunity to really hone their abilities in the ring. I wouldn't expect someone who just started to know as much as someone who has been in the business ten plus years so Frontline is here to help those new talents gain their footing and I'm glad to be a part of helping those interested in having a long term career in this business. It’s also a place for talent who need a little bit of break from the limelight or even need some fine tuning as I like to put it.



Taylor Mayde: What about those already established that you've been working with? You seem to be interested in those coming into the business but what about those that have been around awhile?



Eric Drake: Well my hope is they will want to pass on their wisdom but my goal is to push those established names to their limits. This business is all about competition and I want to make sure that even those who have been around awhile feel the pressure. We’ve already signed some pretty impressive names and I have plans of having some past names show up again on Battleground. I want to put the competitive nature back into my roster with some groundbreaking matches and shows you can’t pull yourself away from. From our first match on Frontline to our main event on Battleground I want fans glued to their seats and screens. I also want my roster to aim for those championships and give it everything they have in each match. I mean look at our World Champion BRADDOCK, the man has only one loss his entire career here, and other names like Johnny who are currently undefeated bring that competition.



Taylor Mayde: I think I speak for everyone when I say it came as a surprise that you and Ms.Baylor decided to combine the Rise and Anarchy rosters into one roster and show. What can we expect for the future?



Eric Drake: I have many plans for Battleground and Outcast Championship Wrestling as a whole. My goal with Battleground is to provide a show that keeps fans coming back for more and allows new talent to flourish. Going forward I will also have a more firm grip on talent so that incidences that have happened in the past don't happen again. It's time to give wrestling fans and wrestlers alike a new experience and that's what Battleground was created for. I'm excited about the future of this company and the plans that Ms. Baylor and myself have.



Taylor Mayde: Thank you for your time Mr.Drake and can’t wait to see what the future holds here at Outcast Championship Wrestling.

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OCW camera's come back on scene, and Diamond Rose and Bad BB are both in the ring.

In the dimly lit arena, the crowd roared in anticipation as Diamond Rose and Bad BB stepped into the ring. Diamond, an imposing force with an air of regality, faced off against Bad BB, known for her brash attitude. From the bell's first ring, it was clear this match was destined to be one-sided.



Diamond Rose displayed an unmatched combination of strength and agility, effortlessly evading Bad BB's attempts at offense. With precision, Diamond executed a series of punishing slams and suplexes, showcasing her dominance. Bad BB, struggling to mount any meaningful counterattack, found herself on the receiving end of a relentless assault.


St. James: Don't have a good feeling about this one. Diamond is unhinged here. 

London: When is she not?


As the match progressed, Diamond Rose's frustration seemed to intensify. Sensing an opportunity, Bad BB attempted a desperate low blow, but Diamond shrugged it off with a disdainful smirk. The tide of the match turned darker when Diamond cunningly lured the referee into her line of sight. With a swift poke to the eye, the ref stumbled back, temporarily blinded.


St. James: DQ! That's a DQ! Damnit!


Seizing the moment, Diamond Rose revealed a concealed baseball bat. The crowd erupted in a mix of shock and excitement. A devious smile played on Diamond's lips as she swung the bat with ruthless intent, connecting with Bad BB's midsection. The impact echoed through the arena, and Bad BB crumpled to the mat.


St. James: Dear god. She almost took her head off!


Tossing the bat aside, Diamond Rose, confident in her victory, glanced at the recovering referee. With a wink, she beckoned the official to continue the match. As the referee, still reeling from the eye poke, hesitated, Diamond took control. She pinned Bad BB effortlessly: one, two, three.



The bell rang, declaring Diamond Rose the victor. The crowd, torn between the audacity of Diamond's tactics and the sheer spectacle of her dominance, erupted into a mix of cheers and jeers. Diamond Rose, triumphant in her one-sided display, stood tall in the ring, a symbol of power and cunning.

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Eric Drake is seen standing in the middle of the ring with a large podium next to him. With a smile on his face, he pulls the mic to his lips.



Eric Drake: Tonight I am proud to reveal the NEW Fight4 Championship! But before I do I want to say congratulations to Toxitica for her impressive win against Clossus to earn this championship.



"Dirty Pretty" by In This Moment plays over the arena speakers and Toxicita steps out smiling. She walks down to the ramp and enters the ring shaking Eric's hand as soon as she enters.



Eric Drake: I have to say you've shown a lot of heart since signing here and I can't wait to see what else you accomplish. I know you have great things planned for the future. Without further ado.



Eric pulls his hand away from Toxicita and pulls off a red cloth revealing the new Fight4 championship. He picks it up and places it in Toxicita's hand who raises it over her head while Eric pulls her other hand in the air.

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The bell rang, signaling the beginning of the match. Kyleigh and Belladonna circled each other in the center of the ring, their eyes locked with a fierce intensity. The initial moments were a showcase of technical prowess as the two competitors exchanged holds and counters, each trying to gain the upper hand.



Kyleigh, with her background in amateur wrestling, attempted to ground Belladonna with a series of expertly executed takedowns. However, Belladonna's agility and unorthodox style allowed her to slip out of Kyleigh's holds and respond with lightning-quick strikes.



The ebb and flow of the match continued, with neither competitor willing to concede an inch. Belladonna, known for her striking ability, connected with a series of stiff kicks and elbows, wearing down Kyleigh's defenses. However, Kyleigh's resilience shone through as she weathered the storm and retaliated with a powerful clothesline that sent Belladonna sprawling.

St. James: This is such an evenly matched contest. Both of these young ladies have so much promise! Belladonna has been on fire lately, but never count out Everhart either!

As the match progressed, the intensity escalated. Belladonna, determined to seize control, executed a breathtaking hurricanrana that sent Kyleigh crashing to the mat. The crowd erupted in cheers as Belladonna ascended the turnbuckle, looking to capitalize on her high-flying ability.



Before she could execute the planned aerial assault, Kyleigh showed her ring awareness by swiftly rolling out of harm's way. Belladonna, mid-air, crashed and burned. Seizing the opportunity, Kyleigh delivered a punishing powerbomb, the impact shaking the ring. The near fall had the audience on the edge of their seats.


The match continued to see-saw, with both competitors unleashing their signature moves. Kyleigh, with her ground-and-pound style, attempted to lock in a submission, while Belladonna countered with a jaw-dropping DDT that left Kyleigh momentarily stunned. The crowd, caught in the whirlwind of the battle, roared in appreciation of the athletic display.

London: Such a back and forth! Heck of a way to end off the first Frontline! These two are leaving it all out there! 

St. James: This is non-title, and maybe Belladonna is lucky here! Everhart came to play tonight........what the hell is this?!

The crowd's cheers turned to gasps as the arena lights flickered, signaling the entrance of "The Perfs" Ariana Decker and Carley Black. The duo, known for their ruthless tactics, approached the ring with an air of confidence.



As Kyleigh and Belladonna focused on the interlopers, the match's dynamic shifted. The Perfs circled the ring, taunting both competitors. Kyleigh, known for her no-nonsense approach, dared The Perfs to step into the ring. Belladonna, displaying her rebellious spirit, gestured for them to bring it on.


St. James: These two have had quite the attitude shift in recent weeks! And now they are out here to interrupt a very good match! 

London: They have bad intentions here, Fletch!

Just when it seemed like The Perfs would remain on the sidelines, they lunged into action. Ariana Decker, with a steel chair in hand, swung it viciously at Belladonna, catching her off guard. The impact echoed through the arena as Belladonna crumpled to the mat.



As the referee called for the bell, signaling a disqualification, Kyleigh Everhart found herself caught in the crossfire. Carley Black, wielding another chair, delivered a brutal shot to Kyleigh's midsection, doubling her over in pain. The Perfs, relentless in their assault, continued to rain down chair shots on both competitors.

St. James: Jesus! These two have decimated Belladonna and Kyleigh Everhart! 

London: They wanted to make a statement, they have! They wanted to be taken seriously, they will now!

The crowd's cheers turned to boos as the referee desperately tried to restore order. The Perfs, standing tall in the ring, reveled in the chaos they had unleashed. Kyleigh and Belladonna, battered and bruised, lay defenseless against the onslaught.

St. James: These two have crossed the line here! They have laid out an up-and-coming star and our Elevate Champion!

London: There's gonna be repercussions for this, for sure! 


As the chaotic scene unfolded, the broadcast cut to black with The Perfs standing in the ring, their arms raised in triumph.

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

OCW programming comes back to Donnie Harris, dressed in his ring gear, in the back, standing next to Lindy LeRoux. She holds her microphone and waits for her cue to go.

Lindy: Tonight is the first Battleground in OCW’s history, and there is only one match bigger than the one being held involving this man. As everyone can see, I’m standing with current PWA Streaming Service champion and former contender for the World Heavyweight title...

Donnie: That won’t be for too long, but keep going.

Lindy just looks at him, mouth kind of stuck open.

Lindy: Kay. But here he is. The man facing Alexandra Calaway for the Anarchy championship: Donnie Harris.

Lindy turns to face Donnie a bit better, keeping an open body posture to the camera, especially with the little black dress that does little to hide the obvious cleavage being pushed front and center.

Lindy: Donnie, as you have said, it won’t be for too long, obviously referring to the world title picture, correct?

Donnie: That’s correct, Ches... Lindy. BRADDOCK is on borrowed time, but he still earned that time. He and I have made World War 3 look like a tickle fight in comparison, but it’s only a matter of time before I find my way back into the ring with him. But, as we both know, there is always another step, another rung on the ladder, another wall to either climb over or smash to bits, and this time, it’s Alexandra Calaway.

Donnie turns to face the camera, after another double-take over the mountains that still push into the frame as the cameraman turns enough to have Donnie in better view.

Donnie: Alexandra, we both know that Damian got lucky. A fan got in the way, as they often do, and, if it wasn’t for shoddy security at the venue that night, you would be looking at the Rebellion champion. I would be the Rebellion champion. This time, however, it’s not Damian getting his beating behind the woodshed; no, it’s you this time. This time, I get to avenge a loss for a friend and rival of mine. Tonight, I face you.

Donnie sways a bit, trying to find a good position while not getting rubbed up against by the pair of clearly fraudulent chesticles pressed against him, all in order to keep the microphone in the shot.

Donnie: Ally, you and Damian have been fortunate, to say the least, but Britlyn saw how unfair it was that I got screwed out of that Rebellion title, and she is giving me a second chance, and you’ll be the poor unfortunate soul to be sacrificed to feed my hunger for combat and conquest. Quite honestly, I don’t care how you end up when the night comes to a close, but be aware of something very simple: Damian caught me only slightly off guard, and I’m fresher than both you and him combined. I had time to recover, since he didn’t do half as much damage as he likes to think he did. You’re walking into a trap, Alexandra, and I’m the hunter, and this hunter hungers for fresh meat. Your title is merely the appetizer, and...

Donnie turns and looks at Lindy, the camera zooming out to catch Lindy’s awkwardly intimidated look.

Donnie: Ally Calaway will be far from the last meal I’ll be feasting upon while I’m here.

Donnie sneers at Lindy and gently brushes her aside before walking out of frame.

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Stone Highmore: WE ARE LIVE IN DALLAS TEXAS, AND THIS IS BATTLEGROUND!

Roland Blaze: Yes sir, and the American Airlines Center is rocking tonight! We've been waiting a long time for this night to come, and Britlyn's vision has finally come to fruition! This is awesome out here!

Stone: It's about to get even more awesome, because we are going to witness a killer first match!

LEE MASTERS: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN of DALLAS! WELCOME TO BATTLEGROUND! The opening contest is set for one fall, with a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first, from New York, New York and 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: 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. 

The crowd is on their feet for the WGWF superstar who has recently signed a dual-company contract with OCW. 

LEE MASTERS: And his opponent, already in the ring and ready, former RISE brand superstar.....TRENT KILLJOY!

The bell rang, signaling the start of the match, and the two wrestlers circled each other cautiously. GOTH, with his stoic demeanor, locked eyes with Trent Killjoy, who flashed a cocky grin in response. The crowd erupted in cheers, eager to witness the clash between these contrasting styles.



The initial moments of the match were a display of technical prowess as GOTH and Trent engaged in a series of chain wrestling holds. GOTH utilized his knowledge of submission maneuvers, attempting to ground the high-flyer. However, Trent's agility allowed him to counter seamlessly, flipping out of holds and keeping the crowd on the edge of their seats.



As the match progressed, the tempo escalated. Trent Killjoy seized the opportunity to showcase his aerial skills, springboarding off the ropes with breathtaking flips and acrobatic maneuvers. GOTH, on the other hand, relied on his strength and striking ability, delivering powerful kicks and vicious punches to keep his opponent at bay.



The turning point came when Trent attempted a daring top-rope maneuver, aiming to execute a high-flying crossbody. However, GOTH anticipated the move and caught Trent mid-air, effortlessly transitioning into a devastating spinebuster. The impact resonated throughout the arena, and GOTH capitalized on the opportunity, locking in a tight headlock to wear down his opponent.



Trent, however, was not one to be easily subdued. With the crowd rallying behind him, he fought his way back to his feet, breaking free from GOTH's grip. The two wrestlers engaged in a striking exchange, each landing powerful blows that reverberated through the arena. The crowd erupted in cheers as the pendulum of momentum swung back and forth.



The match spilled outside the ring as both competitors were determined to leave everything in the squared circle. GOTH slammed Trent into the steel guardrail, the impact echoing through the arena. Trent, however, retaliated with a sudden enzuigiri, catching GOTH off guard. Seizing the moment, Trent ascended the ring apron and soared through the air, connecting with a jaw-dropping corkscrew moonsault onto GOTH.



Back inside the ring, Trent maintained the pressure, targeting GOTH's midsection with a barrage of kicks and knee strikes. GOTH, showing resilience, absorbed the punishment and unleashed a sudden burst of energy, countering a roundhouse kick into a thunderous powerbomb. The crowd gasped at the sheer power displayed by GOTH, who covered Trent for a near fall.



The match continued with both wrestlers displaying incredible athleticism and stamina. GOTH focused on wearing down Trent with a methodical approach, utilizing submission holds and impactful strikes. Meanwhile, Trent showcased his resilience, repeatedly fighting back with high-flying maneuvers and quick counters.



As the match reached its climax, the crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch. Trent, summoning his inner strength, countered a chokeslam attempt from GOTH into a jaw-dropping tornado DDT. The arena shook with the roar of the crowd as Trent climbed the turnbuckle, signaling for his signature move off the ropes. 

However, as Trent leaped off the top rope, GOTH countered with a perfectly timed superkick to the jaw. The impact was brutal, and Trent crashed to the mat, momentarily stunned. Sensing the opportunity to put an end to the match, GOTH seized Trent by the hair and hoisted him onto his shoulders, setting up for his devastating finisher, "The Gothic Dop."

"The Gothic Dop" was a unique maneuver that showcased GOTH's strength and agility. With Trent draped across his shoulders, GOTH spun around rapidly, creating a whirlwind effect before driving Trent headfirst into the mat with a modified reverse DDT. The crowd gasped as Trent hit the canvas, and GOTH went for the cover.



One, two, three!



The referee's hand slapped the mat for the final time, signaling the end of the match. The arena erupted in a mixture of cheers and applause as GOTH emerged victorious. Trent, though defeated, earned the respect of the audience for his valiant effort.



Stone: Trent just can't seem to get over that hump. Another loss here after an extended hiatus. Wonder if he will ever figure it out. 

Blaze: Probably not. 

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STREET FIGHT

The two men circled each other in the center of the ring, eyes locked with a deadly intensity. The first strike came from Blake, a thunderous right hook aimed at Casus's jaw. However, Casus displayed uncanny reflexes, ducking under the swing and countering with a swift kick to Blake's midsection.



The crowd erupted as the opening exchanges showcased the raw power and agility of both competitors. Blake, undeterred by the initial counter, retaliated with a barrage of punches, forcing Casus to retreat. The steel cage seemed to amplify the intensity, trapping the impending chaos within its confines.

As the fight spilled outside the ring, the crowd witnessed the brutal introduction of foreign objects into the mix. Blake, a master of utilizing his surroundings, grabbed a steel chair from under the ring, folding it menacingly. Casus, however, proved equally resourceful, producing a kendo stick from beneath the apron.



The clash of steel against steel echoed through the arena as the two combatants swung their chosen weapons with deadly precision. Blake's chair shots aimed for Casus's upper body, but the agile adversary evaded, expertly dodging and parrying with the kendo stick. Each strike sent shockwaves through the audience, who alternated between gasps and cheers.

Stone: This Dalls crowd seems really into this match!

Casus gained the upper hand, disarming Blake and turning the chair against him. A thunderous shot across Blake's back echoed through the arena, eliciting a collective cringe from the audience. The resilient brawler, however, absorbed the punishment and retaliated with a sudden low blow, momentarily stunning Casus.



Seizing the opportunity, Blake reclaimed the chair, unfolded it, and drove it into Casus's midsection. The crowd roared in approval as Casus doubled over in pain. Blake, fueled by the adrenaline coursing through his veins, continued the assault, delivering a series of chair shots that echoed like a rhythmic drumbeat of chaos.


As the street fight intensified, the combatants made their way back into the ring, the steel cage casting ominous shadows over the canvas. The audience, on the edge of their seats, could sense that the climax of the match was approaching. Blake and Casus, both showing signs of wear and tear, locked eyes in a silent agreement to escalate the brutality.


Stone: Holy hell. Is this level of violence even legal to show on network television?! 

Blaze: Let them sue us, Brit has the money! 


Blake, known for his no-nonsense style, charged at Casus with unbridled aggression. Casus, however, sidestepped, sending Blake crashing into the steel cage. The impact resonated through the arena, but Blake, fueled by resilience, rebounded with a sudden clothesline that sent Casus sprawling to the mat.



The crowd erupted in cheers as Blake, sensing an opportunity, ascended the turnbuckle. With a fearless leap, he soared through the air, aiming for a diving elbow drop. But Casus, demonstrating an uncanny ability to adapt, rolled out of harm's way, leaving Blake to crash into the canvas.



The tide had turned once again as Casus capitalized on Blake's missed opportunity. With a quickness that defied his apparent injuries, Casus unleashed a series of high-impact kicks and strikes, targeting Blake's vulnerable areas. The audience winced with each punishing blow, but Blake, known for his endurance, weathered the storm and fought back with renewed ferocity.


As the match approached its climax, both competitors displayed a level of tenacity that left the crowd in awe. Blood, sweat, and the echoes of steel on flesh painted a visceral tableau within the confines of the steel cage. The audience could sense that the next pivotal moment would determine the victor in this brutal street fight.



Blake, his face smeared with blood, grappled with Casus in the center of the ring. The intensity reached its zenith as the combatants exchanged fierce strikes, neither willing to concede an inch. Casus, however, gained the upper hand with a sudden knee strike to Blake's jaw, staggering the brawler.



With a calculated precision, Casus executed a devastating DDT, driving Blake's skull into the unforgiving canvas. The audience gasped as the impact reverberated through the arena. Casus, sensing an opportunity to secure victory, beckoned to the crowd, drawing them into the chaotic energy of the moment.


Stone: Dear god. Both of these men are going to be feeling the effects of this match for a long time to come! 


As Blake struggled to rise, Casus retrieved a steel chair from the corner of the ring, a malevolent glint in his eyes. The crowd roared in a mix of anticipation and dread. Casus approached Blake, chair in hand, ready to deliver the final, bone-crushing blow.



But in a sudden burst of sheer determination, Blake surged to his feet, catching Casus off guard. The two locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between them—an acknowledgment of the grueling battle they had waged. With an unexpected burst of strength, Blake hoisted Casus onto his shoulders, setting the stage for a breathtaking turnaround.



In a climactic moment that left the audience breathless, Blake executed a jaw-dropping powerbomb, driving Casus through the steel chair positioned in the center of the ring. The impact echoed like thunder, and the crowd erupted into a cacophony of cheers and applause. The ring seemed to tremble with the intensity of the moment as Blake, battered but victorious, covered Casus for the three-count.


ONE 

TWO


CASUS GOT A SHOULDER UP! 

Blake can't believe it! 

Blake punches the mat in frustration. He crawls towards the chair, as he looks to use it again when suddenly the screen comes on at the entrance way. It shows a replay of Belladonna's attack at the hands of the Perfs on Frontline. This seems to momentarily distract Blake. He snarls a bit as Sinclair yells "TURN AROUND". 

He does, but not quick enough. 

WHAM!

Casus dents the chair over his head. He falls into the cover. 

ONE


TWO


THREE!

The crowd cheers. 

LEE MASTERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER.........CASUS!

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Britlyn is on facetime with Eric as he sits in his office.



Britlyn: There has been far too much chaos lately. The inmates have run the asylum for far too long. I am putting you in charge of Battleground in the hopes you can tame the beast. What happened to Belladonna and Kyleigh earlier is unacceptable.



Eric: I agree. Those two ladies have really changed, it's a shame.



Britlyn: Next week, they will get what they want. A match. They will take on the Southwest Brotherhood. Lets see how they perform when they have to follow rules and not sneak attack.



Eric: I like it.



Britlyn: I have an appointment with my masseuse. I am putting you in charge, if anything else happens tonight, I trust you will handle it.



Eric: You got it boss.



Britlyn: Good. Don't make me regret this.



Eric hangs up with a sigh, sipping his coffee.

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ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP

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



LEE MASTERS:  This match is set for one fall, and is for the OCW ANARCHY Championship! 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 starts to take his gi top and moves to his corner, throwing the shirt up and over the top rope onto the floor for the ring crew to move. He rests against the corner and stretches, breathing deeply and waiting for the bell.

Stone: This one is huge. Donnie has been in the title picture for a while now. Hasn't been able to get over that hump. He has a chance here against the veteran.

Blaze: In her home town, I might add.

Stone: To be the best you need to beat the best.

Alexandra's Music Hits, and the hometown crowd cheers. 



Ally walks to the ring with her usual smug expression.

Stone: A lot at stake here for Ally. She has held this belt since July, and has been virtually unbeatable. One can only wonder if its gone to her head.

The arena pulsated with energy as the crowd roared in anticipation. The Anarchy Championship hung in the balance as the reigning champion, Alexandra Calaway, made her way to the ring, a regal yet ominous presence. Her challenger, Donnie Harris, exuded confidence, his eyes fixed on the coveted title. The atmosphere crackled with intensity as the bell rang, signaling the beginning of what would prove to be an unforgettable clash.


The match began with a cautious circling of the ring, both competitors gauging each other's strengths and weaknesses. Alexandra, known for her technical prowess and unyielding resilience, and Donnie, a powerhouse with a penchant for delivering bone-shattering moves, were poised for a brutal encounter.



The first lock-up saw Alexandra use her agility to gain the upper hand, twisting Donnie's arm into a submission hold. However, Donnie's sheer strength allowed him to power out, sending Alexandra reeling. The back-and-forth exchange continued as each competitor sought to assert dominance.



The momentum shifted when Donnie caught Alexandra mid-air, turning her attempted crossbody into a devastating powerslam. The impact echoed through the arena, and Donnie capitalized on the opportunity, targeting Alexandra's back with a series of punishing stomps.


Stone: Donnie Harris is brutal here. He doesn't just want to beat the champ, he wants to put her on the shelf.

As the match progressed, Alexandra showcased her resilience, weathering Donnie's relentless onslaught. She countered a suplex attempt with a jaw-dropping DDT, the crowd erupting in cheers. Seizing the moment, Alexandra ascended the turnbuckle and soared through the air, connecting with a missile dropkick that sent Donnie sprawling.



The tide turned as Alexandra unleashed a barrage of strikes, each one fueled by a determination to retain her championship. But Donnie, unfazed, absorbed the punishment and retaliated with a thunderous clothesline that nearly turned Alexandra inside out. The crowd gasped, unsure of how much more punishment the champion could endure.


Blaze: Good lord, Donnie is on fire here!

Stone: We have seen him compete at the highest level but he has another gear tonight!


In a stunning reversal, Alexandra dodged a charging Donnie and locked in a triangle choke. The arena held its breath as Donnie struggled against the submission hold, his face contorted with effort. But just as it seemed victory might slip away, Donnie powered out, hoisting Alexandra onto his shoulders for a bone-crushing powerbomb.


With the crowd on the edge of their seats, Donnie executed the first powerbomb, the ring shaking from the impact. The referee's hand slapped the mat for the count, but Alexandra defiantly kicked out at two, her will to retain the championship evident.



Donnie, determined to put an end to the match, hoisted Alexandra for a second powerbomb. The crowd held their breath as the champion endured the slam, her back absorbing the punishment. Again, Alexandra kicked out at two, the audience erupting into cheers, rallying behind their resilient champion.



Undeterred, Donnie attempted a third powerbomb, his muscles straining with effort. The impact echoed like a thunderclap, but to the disbelief of the audience, Alexandra once again kicked out at two. The arena was electrified as the crowd witnessed a display of unparalleled fortitude from the Anarchy Champion.


Donnie, frustration evident on his face, glared at Alexandra, determined to secure victory. The championship hung in the balance as the two competitors engaged in a fierce striking exchange. Alexandra, battered but unbroken, fought back with a fiery determination.


Stone: Here comes Calaway!


In a shocking turn of events, Alexandra countered a charging Donnie with a desperation superkick, stunning the powerhouse. Seizing the opportunity, she ascended the turnbuckle, ready to unleash her finishing maneuver, the "Calaway Cataclysm." The crowd roared in anticipation as Alexandra soared through the air, aiming to secure the victory.



However, Donnie, displaying an uncanny resilience of his own, caught Alexandra mid-flight and transitioned seamlessly into a fourth powerbomb. The impact was thunderous, the canvas quivering beneath them. The referee, moving with urgency, counted the pinfall.


Stone: OH MY GOD! THE IMPACT! CALAWAY HAS TO BE DAMN NEAR BROKEN IN TWO!

Donnie covers. 


One!

Stone: NO!

Two!

Stone: Kick out! Kick out damnit!

Three!


Stone: He did it! Donnie Harris did it! The Bad Guy is Anarchy Champion!

Blaze: Say hello to the bad guy!


The bell rang, signaling the end of the match. The arena fell into a stunned silence as the realization set in—Donnie Harris had secured the victory and become the new Anarchy Champion. The crowd, torn between shock and awe, erupted into a mixture of cheers and gasps.



Donnie stands in the ring, holding both his Streaming Services Title and the Anarchy Title over his head. The crowd is still in shock.

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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Stone: And we're back after a shocking turn of events! Donnie Harris has defeated Alexandra Calaway and is the NEW OCW Anarchy Champion!

OCW TV shows a replay of the match finish.









Stone: This one is gonna be good! Two champions and a very promising up-and-comer!

Blaze: Masterful booking here by our GM!

The arena goes black moments before "Freak" hits and the tron begins to play a haunting aray of videos of Leviathan.



Welcome to our freak show



Come meet my monsters



Oh, such a fine collection of stranger things

My patience running thinner on this melting clock



Cerebrum jailed with thoughts most would consider rot



To think you're any different from an animal



A creature sick as you should be put down



But I can't help myself



Flames are lit on either side of the stage as Lilith steps out with Leviathan behind her lead by chain and steel collar. She makes a gesture with her hand and Leviathan follows by holding out his hand spinning her causing her blood red and black dress to spin before dropping revealing dark clothing underneath fit for wrestling.



LEE MASTERS: Making his way to the ring from places unknown, lead by his Mistress Lilith, he is the malevolent monster LE-VIA-THAN!



Lilith leads Leviathan down to the ring a trail of fire slowly igniting behind them. Lilith releases the chain from Leviathan's collar before allowing him to enter the ring. He walks to the center, raises his hands, and comes down causing fire to shoot from all four corners of the ring.


After looking around he pulls the ropes down allowing Lilith into the ring. Lilith stands in the middle of the ring with Leviathan staring down either the crowd in front of them or their competitor with a smile on her face before signaling the cut across her throat.

Stone: This man is a bonafide monster! Braddock and Toxicita have their work cut out for them tonight!


The arena goes silent.


You don’t know how hard it is being a woman, how will I ever live up to your expectations, of pretty?


Dirty Pretty blasts over the speakers as Toxicita comes out from the back skipping.


'Mirror Mirror in my hand'


Toxicita pulls out a mirror from behind her back and fixes her hair in it before tossing it behind her and the sound of glass shattering overpowers the music. She skips down to the ring and jumps onto the apron before sitting on the ropes.


She smiles for a moment before frowning and fully entering the ring. She prances around for a bit either taunting fans or whoever she's facing before dropping down in the middle of the ring and hitting the mat a few times. She pops back up and yells either at the fans or who she's facing before smiling and twisting her hair.


She goes to the corner of the ring and hops up on the top rope crossing her legs lady like.

LEE MASTERS: Introducing second, from Trenton, New Jersey, she is the OCW Fight4 Champion.......TOXICITA

Stone: She sure is confident. 

Blaze: We will see how confident she is when she has to face that monster.....



Blaze: And this one! 


Drums pound in synch with grinding guitars as “Bonehead” assaults the fans while the arena is blanketed in darkness. At six seconds in, a saxophone begins squealing a prolonged note. A spotlight suddenly pierces the darkness, casting its beam of light on the entrance curtain while the vocalist begins whooping and screaming. A striking Raven haired beauty slips through the curtain. The red vinyl skirt and top pop against her pale skin. Four inch black stiletto heels complete her look.



Roland: That isn’t BRADDOCK! That looks like Salem Cartier!



Stone: Why the hell is she here?!


BRADDOCK bursts through the curtain with the World Heavyweight Championship belt slung over his left shoulder. The woman turns and is beaming with pride when her eyes fall upon the Anti-Icon. The duo start down the ramp towards the ring.



LEE MASTERS: “Making his way to the ring, accompanied by the one, and only, Salem Cartier, he is five feet, ten inches tall and tips the scales at two hundred and fifty-one pounds! He hails from Stockton, California and is the Outcast Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion! He! Is! BRADDOCK!!!!



The duo have made it to the ring and BRADDOCK is currently sitting on the middle rope while pushing up on the top rope, to allow Salem to enter the ring. He slips in behind her and climbs the nearest turnbuckle before lifting the belt into the air in his right hand. With his left hand he makes Drags his thumb across his throat.



Roland: Toxicita and Leviathan have their work cut out for them tonight.



Stone: I don’t envy them.



BRADDOCK drops off the turnbuckle and hands Salem his belt. She admires it, looking down at it in awe briefly before he helps her out similarly to the way he held the ropes for her to enter the ring.

The arena buzzed with anticipation as the crowd erupted in cheers. The stage was set for a triple threat match that promised to be a collision of power, agility, and cunning. In one corner stood Braddock, the seasoned veteran known for his technical prowess. Opposite him, the monstrous Leviathan, a force of sheer power and intimidation. And in the third corner, Toxicita, the enigmatic high-flyer with a penchant for leaving her opponents dazed and confused.


The bell rang, signaling the beginning of what would undoubtedly be a chaotic battle. Braddock, with his stoic demeanor, locked eyes with Leviathan, a mountain of muscle and menace. Toxicita, agile and unpredictable, circled the two behemoths like a viper ready to strike.



The initial moments of the match were a tense standoff as the competitors gauged each other's intentions. Braddock, ever the strategist, cautiously approached Leviathan, looking for an opening. Toxicita, sensing an opportunity, leaped onto the ropes and sprang off, targeting both opponents with a double dropkick that sent shockwaves through the arena.



The triple threat match had officially descended into chaos.



Braddock, recovering quickly, executed a series of lightning-quick strikes on Leviathan, attempting to wear down the giant. Toxicita, however, took advantage of the distraction, launching herself off the top rope with a crossbody that took Braddock by surprise. The crowd erupted as Toxicita went for an early pin attempt, but Braddock kicked out at two.


Stone: That was close. Toxicita is trying to end this thing early here!


Leviathan, unfazed by the flurry of offense, rose to his feet with a menacing glare. The ring seemed to quake as he charged at Toxicita, intent on crushing her with a devastating clothesline. Yet, Toxicita displayed her agility once more, ducking under the powerful swing and countering with a jaw-dropping hurricanrana that sent Leviathan sprawling.


Toxicita, seizing the momentum, ascended the turnbuckle with cat-like grace. The crowd roared in anticipation as she launched herself into a spectacular corkscrew moonsault, connecting with both Braddock and Leviathan. The impact left all three competitors sprawled on the mat, each feeling the effects of Toxicita's aerial assault.



As Toxicita attempted to capitalize on her high-flying offense, Braddock, displaying his technical prowess, countered a charging Toxicita with a well-timed drop toe hold. The arena echoed with the sound of bodies colliding with the canvas. Braddock, looking to assert control, applied a tight submission hold, targeting Toxicita's limbs in an effort to ground the high-flyer. Tox is yelling in pain, reaching for the ropes. 

Blaze: I didn't know the champ had this in his repertoire. 

Stone: We learn something new about Braddock every night!


Leviathan, however, recovered from the moonsault and lumbered toward Braddock. With brute force, he broke up the submission hold, sending Braddock rolling out of the ring. The crowd's cheers turned to a collective gasp as Leviathan focused his attention on Toxicita, lifting her effortlessly into a spine-rattling powerbomb.



As Toxicita writhed in pain on the mat, Leviathan basked in the boos of the crowd. The giant's dominance seemed unchallenged until Braddock, reentering the fray, utilized a steel chair from beneath the ring. The referee, attempting to maintain control in the chaotic match, admonished Braddock, but the wily veteran had other plans.

Braddock swung the steel chair with brutal precision, targeting Leviathan's back. The resounding thuds echoed through the arena as the crowd's cheers escalated. The giant, momentarily staggered, turned to face Braddock, fury in his eyes behind the mask. Toxicita, recovering from the powerbomb, seized the opportunity to execute a swift enzuigiri on Leviathan.



The ring became a battleground of chaos, with steel chair shots, high-flying maneuvers, and power displays intertwining in a symphony of brutality. Toxicita, displaying her resilience, fought back against the odds, using her agility to evade Leviathan's powerful strikes and Braddock's calculated offense.


Stone: What a main event on the first ever Battleground! This is chaos!

Blaze: The crowd here in Dallas certainly knows who they favor!


In a jaw-dropping moment, Toxicita delivered a breathtaking tornado DDT on Braddock, spiking him headfirst into the canvas. The crowd erupted in cheers as Toxicita seized the steel chair, her eyes gleaming with determination. With a calculated leap, she propelled herself off the ropes and delivered a vicious Van Terminator, connecting the steel chair with Leviathan's face.



The giant crumpled to the mat, a stunned expression etched across his face. Toxicita, seizing the moment, hooked Leviathan's leg for the pin. The referee slid into position.



One! Two! Thr—



Braddock, showing his resilience, broke up the pin just in the nick of time, delivering a well-timed elbow drop onto Toxicita. The match continued, each competitor pushing their limits in a desperate bid for victory.


As the match entered its final stage, the pace intensified. Toxicita, nursing the effects of the chaotic battle, fought off both Braddock and Leviathan with a combination of strikes and evasive maneuvers. The crowd's cheers reached a fever pitch as Toxicita, drawing upon her last reserves of energy, unleashed a series of kicks and strikes on both opponents.



In a daring display of agility, Toxicita scaled the turnbuckle, preparing to execute her signature move—the Read Between The Lines (619). The crowd erupted in anticipation as she aimed for Braddock, who lay prone on the ring apron. However, Leviathan, demonstrating surprising speed for his size, intercepted Toxicita, catching her mid-air with a massive hand.


Stone: Uh oh! Choke slam time!

Blaze: How much more can her anatomy take! I promise you these aren't the type of back shots Tox envisioned!

Instead of a chokeslam, he decides to go back to the well.


The giant lifted Toxicita into the air, signaling for a fourth powerbomb. The arena held its breath as Leviathan, with a display of raw power, slammed Toxicita to the mat. The impact reverberated through the ring, leaving Toxicita seemingly lifeless on the canvas.


Stone: Good lord! She's gotta have internal bleeding now!

Blaze: This might be the shortest Fight4 reign in history! How can she defend the belt if she can't walk!


Leviathan, his eyes fixated on the fallen high-flyer, went for the pin. The referee counted.



One! Two! Thre—



But before the three-count, Braddock, displaying an incredible burst of energy, broke up the pin with a well-placed kick to Leviathan's head. The veteran seized the opportunity, hoisting Leviathan onto his shoulders for a sudden and devastating Cutter. The crowd erupted as Braddock covered Leviathan for the pin.


Stone: Cutter! The champ connected! This ones gonna be over here! Braddock with the pin!


One! Two! Thre—



Leviathan kicked out at the last possible moment, the match continuing in a relentless back-and-forth. The arena crackled with tension as all three competitors, battered and weary, fought on.



The climax of the match arrived when Toxicita, somehow finding the strength to rise, executed a lightning-quick series of strikes on both Braddock and Leviathan. With the crowd on their feet, Toxicita evaded Leviathan's grasp, rebounded off the ropes, and executed the Read Between The Lines (619), a precision kick to the head that left Leviathan stunned.


Stone: RBTL CONNECTS! Tox hits her signature!


Toxicita, summoning the last of her strength, covered Leviathan for the pin. The referee, moving with urgency, counted the fall.



One! Two! Three!

Stone: She did it! Toxicita survives! What a WAR that was!

Blaze: Best main even we have had yet!

LEE MASTERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER........THE OCW FIGHT4 CHAMPION.........TOXICITA






The bell rang, signaling the end of the match. The arena erupted in cheers as Toxicita, battered but triumphant, emerged as the victor. The high-flying sensation, with the Anarchy Championship in hand, stood tall amidst the wreckage of the triple threat showdown. The crowd's cheers reverberated through the arena, a testament to the indomitable spirit of Toxicita and the chaos unleashed in this unforgettable battle.

Just then, Nox Von Anna and Zephyr Draven, member of Asylum, come through the crowd and hop the barricade. 

Stone: What the hell do these two want? 

Blaze: It's never good when these two show up.

The bell sounds and Toxicita is already on her feet reaching outside of the ropes for Nox to hand her the World Championship. While she's distracted Leviathan charges like an angry bull but is intercepted by Zephyr's running DDT. Toxicita grabs the championship out of Nox's hands but turns to BRADDOCK who grabs his championship out of her hands.



Stone: First Asylum cut a deal with BRADDOCK, then they started working with KONSTANTINE, and now they're teaming up with Toxicita?!



Blaze: Looks like the brother-sister duo really gets around.



Nox slides into the ring to assist but is swiftly pulled out by Lilith who is fuming now. She slaps Nox across the chest then impressively flings her into the corner of the outside of the ring like a ragdoll. Nox falling on her back catches Zephyr's attention so he is just about to aid her when he notices BRADDOCK has Toxicita in a chokehold.


 Blaze: Who is Zephyr going to help here?!



Stone: He wouldn't have to help either if Asylum didn't stick their nose in this match.



Blaze: Technically they didn't, they showed up after the bell.



Zephyr first sends his boot to the temple of BRADDOCK helping Toxicita break free before sliding out of the ring to play a game of chicken with Lilith. Nox pulls herself from the ground and goes to seek her revenge on Lilith but Leviathan is quick to stop any sort of assault. He grabs Nox by the throat and sends her onto the padded ground with a choke slam before aiding Lilith in her escape from an angry Zephyr.


Stone: Massive choke-slam there from a very angry Leviathan!

Blaze: Her back has got to be worse for wear!


In the ring, Toxicita is booting the head and body of BRADDOCK trying to force him to stay down but his pure willpower forces his body up and he takes Toxicita down to the mat with a football style tackle. Due to the size difference, she is unable to defend herself properly which causes a nice gash on her face to open and blood to pour. BRADDOCK smiles at the carnage and stands grabbing the championship in hand and holding it over his head as a way to show dominance.

Stone: All hell has broken loose here! This can't make the boss lady very happy! 


Blaze: It looks like Toxicita and Asylum's plan here didn't work.



Outside of the ring Zephyr and Leviathan are trading blows while Lilith yells on at her monster from afar. Nox peels herself from the ground irritated at Lilith's yelling and knocks her down with a diamond cutter. The sight of Lilith hitting the ground forces Leviathan's attention away long enough that Zephyr manages his finisher Dusks Dive (Kick to the groin followed by snap DDT). Both siblings slide into the ring just as BRADDOCK raises the championship and begins to double-team him while Toxicita finally pulls herself up.



Blaze: You spoke to soon Stone. It looks like Asylum is burning a bridge here tonight!

Stone: This is absolute chaos! Look at the carnage around the ring! Someone has to put a stop to this!


Toxicita rises to her feet and grabs the world championship motioning everyone to get off BRADDOCK. She sits on the chest of BRADDOCK before smashing the championship into his face. She pulls the championship up and stands holding it over her head licking blood from her bottom lip. After showing off the championship she drops it on BRADDOCKs chest and Nox hands her a mic.



Toxicita: Weak, this roster, this company, this whole damn show needs a backbone. I've sat back and waited and watched while pathetic excuses run around backstage as champions. I've tried to cut the deadweight off this show cow but apparently, there's so much fat on this steak that I need just a little bit of help.



Stone: Did she just compare Battleground to a cow?



Blaze: Does she expect to be Asylum to be much help?



Toxicita: OCW needs better champions, champions who actually defend their titles and aren't miserable drunks. OCW needs a cleansing of not only its roster but also of its champions and we're going to do it and it all starts here tonight!



Toxicita smiles and holds her fight4 championship above her head that Nox retrieved while she was speaking.



Toxicita: It's time that someone pulls this company out of the shit hole and-





Eric Drake: Let me stop you right there Toxicita because it sounds like you're going to try to run MY show.



Blaze: Oh, the GM doesn't look happy.



Eric Drake steps out from backstage with a frown across his face.



Eric Drake: You've been an impressive talent since you stepped foot in this company but you need to humble yourself a little. I'm more than happy with your hard work but what I'm not happy with is this idea you seem to have of taking over Battleground. You need to remember that I put you in that ring and I can and will take you out of it.



Toxicita is shown frowning in the ring before shaking her head. Nox is seen laughing sarcastically while Zephyr looks on at Eric as if he could burn a hole through him.



Eric Drake: Since you want to act like you are the best then I will give you a match to prove it. You didn't cover BRADDOCK so as far as I'm concerned I don't think you can beat him one on one. So, on the next Battleground it'll be Toxicita versus BRADDOCK in a cage match!



Blaze: Champion v champion!



 Highmore: Time for Toxicita to put her money where her mouth is.



Eric Drake: And as for you the two of you, Nox you get to take on Leviathan in a no-holds barred and Zephyr you're banned from the arena. What that means is security will make sure you don't come in or near the building to help Nox or Toxicita. It also means if I see so much as a fingerprint that is yours inside of the arena you're fired!



Blaze: Paris London: Drake means business.



Eric Drake: Now get the hell out of my ring.



Battleground fades out on the three frowning in the ring as security enters to escort them out.


Fade Out