OCW Presents: BATTLEGROUND Episode 2 NEW DATE: 12/6/23

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

NOVEMBER 27th, 2023
LIVE From The Smoothie King Center, New Orleans, Louisiana
7pm Eastern
6 PM Central


Battleground Pre-Show:

On Commentary: Fletcher St. James, Paris London

Recap of last week and storylines as we head into ASHES 2 ASHES

Interview with Toxicita.
Why did she do what she did last week and turn on everyone? What are her plans going forward?

Interview with Belladonna Anderson.
How does she feel about what happened last week at the hands of the Perfs? She bares it ALL and holds nothing back. 

Interview with OCW Anarchy Champion Donnie Harris. 
After slaying the incumbent champion, Alexandra Calaway, what are Donnie's plans as we head into a Big 4 Pay Per View?

Plus MUCH more OCW action! 

MATCHES:
Constance Amendola vs. Tressa Smyles
Option Two: 2 Roleplays with a 1,500 Word limit and 500 word buffer

Lylah Lionhart vs. Jenny Kay
Option Three: 1 Roleplay with 1,000 Word limit and 500 word buffer

Brooke Blakely (Daymare) vs. Destiny Michaels
Option Three: 1 Roleplay with 1,000 Word limit and 500 word buffer

 MATHIAS STONE ADDRESSES THE OCW CROWD.......IN RING!

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8 PM Eastern
7 PM Central

Match 1:
"The Perfs" Ariana Decker and Carly Black vs. Southwest Brotherhood Adam Gatner and Apollo Nighthawk
Standard Match, One Fall to Finish
Option Two: 2 Roleplays with a 1,500 Word limit and 500 word buffer

The Southwest Brotherhood stand for everything good. They view themselves as hero's, and stand up for what is right. The Perfs have completely changed their image and 'broke bad', persay. They have been running roughshod over the roster and attacking people left and right. Now they get their chance to have some competition without the element of surprise. Will they prove they can hang, or their tough demeanor is all talk?

Match 2:
Leviathan vs. Nox Von Anna
Standard Match, One Fall to Finish
Zephyr Draven banned from the arena
ANY INTERFERENCE will result in that wrestler's termination on the spot
Option Two:2 Roleplays with a 1,500 Word limit and 500 word buffer
Leviathan made a huge impression in his debut but came up a little short. Asylum got involved and targeted the big man in a savage attack that came seemingly out of nowhere. Now, the big man has a chance at revenge. GM Eric Drake has assured that there will NO outside interference. Has Nox and Asylum finally bitten off more than they can chew?


Match 3:
Mandii Rider Vs. Johnny
No Disqualification
Option Two:2 Roleplays with a 1,500 Word limit and 500 word buffer
Mandii Rider makes her return to the ring after a lengthy absence. She has a bone to pick with Johnny, who has kidnapped her tag team partner and 'friend' Jenny Myst and has seemingly transformed her. Not to mention he holds half of the tag team titles with her, a belt Mandii never lost. After a savage attack on her backstage a few months ago, Mandii comes in with revenge on her mind....but will the undefeated Johnny be too much for the Revival Champion to handle?

Match 4:
Donnie Harris (c) vs. Heath Johnson
Standard Match, One Fall to Finish
NON TITLE
Option Two: 2 Roleplays with a 1,500 Word limit and 500 word buffer
Donnie has finally become a champion in OCW. He has taken down Alexandra Calaway after an almost eight month reign as Anarchy Champion. Now he has his sights set on proving his win wasn't a fluke. He takes on legendary wrestling bad boy, the Outlaw, Heath Johnson. Heath is no stranger to the ring, despite making his OCW debut. Donnie has been facing a lot of the same people week in and week out, but now with the Main Event Scene completely shaken up it is time to introduce some new talent to the fold. Will Donnie pass this massive test his first show as a champion?


Match 5:
BRADDOCK(c) vs. TOXICITA(c)
Steel Cage Match
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 has beaten nearly everyone in his path on his way to becoming OCW champion. Last week, he was betrayed by his ally's Asylum, who have decided to team up with Toxicita. A brutal post-match attack ensued, and Braddock is now set to face the woman who orchestrated it all. To prevent outside interference, this match will take place inside a fully enclosed steel cage. This one won't be for the weak stomachs.

Match 6:

REBELLION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH:

Blake Anderson Vs. GOTH
Standard Match, One Fall to Finish
Option 4: 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 owns a win over Goth from OCW's Halloween show, Halloween Havok, and is quickly evolving into one of OCW's most intense and most enjoyable rivalries. Now, Goth gets another crack at him, this time with higher stakes. Goth is coming into OCW while in the midst of a very successful run in WGWF. He has his eyes on the prize here, and winning his first title in the company. Blake has been all over the title picture, but hasn't been able to capture the prize. Can he join his wife and give half of the company's singles gold to "The Dynasty", or will Goth spoil the party?




RP DEADLINE: MONDAY, NOVEMBER 27th, 11:59 PM EST

RESULTS: WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 29th

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

December 6th, 2023
LIVE From The Smoothie King Center, New Orleans, Louisiana

7pm Eastern

6 PM Central







Fletcher St. James: WELCOME TO FRONTLINE, LIVE FROM NEW ORLEANS!

Paris London: We have one heck of a go-home show for you all! Scores to settle, belts to win, and all the OCW action you can handle!




St. James: And it appears we are going to start with some action right now!

MARLENA SANCHEZ: This match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts.....Tressa Styles! 


A jack in the box is seen on the stage as it turns and "Pop Goes the Weasel" plays. As the pop happens red and black smoke rises from the jack in the box as "Pretty Little Psycho" plays. Slowly and methodically Tressa Smyles climbs out of the jack in the box. She rigidly walks down the ramp as the boos ring out. She cockles like mad in the center of the ring.

London: Creepy entrance here for the OCW newcomer, but I kinda dig it! 

St. James: This chick isn't all there, believe me, but she is highly talented. This should be a fantastic contest! 




Marlena Sanchez: And her opponent, from Peoria, Illinois...... "The Sorceress of Sin" Constance Amendola!

Popular Monster Cover by Halocene plays as "Sorceress of Sin" Constance Amendola makes her way to the ring.


St. James: Constance is a veteran here. She has been here since our very first show, and is dangerous in that ring. She is making her re-debut here after an injury, but don't take her lightly! 

The arena was electrified with anticipation as Constance Amendola and Tressa Smyles stood across the ring from each other. The crowd's cheers and jeers blended into a symphony of excitement, creating an atmosphere that was charged with energy. The bell rang, signaling the start of what promised to be an intense and hard-fought wrestling match.



Constance and Tressa circled each other in the ring, eyes locked and muscles tense. The two competitors were well aware of each other's reputation and skills, and the crowd was eager to witness the clash of these titans. As the tension built, Constance made the first move, lunging forward with a quick snapmare takedown. Tressa, however, countered with a swift kip-up, showcasing her agility.



The match unfolded with a series of fast-paced exchanges, each woman countering the other's moves with precision. Constance displayed her technical prowess with fluid submission attempts, while Tressa relied on her strength and striking ability to gain the upper hand. The crowd roared with excitement as the competitors traded powerful strikes, grapples, and high-flying maneuvers.



Tressa took control for a brief moment with a thunderous spinebuster, shaking the ring and leaving Constance gasping for breath. However, Constance quickly recovered, showcasing her resilience. She retaliated with a barrage of kicks and knee strikes, targeting Tressa's midsection. The intensity of the match continued to escalate as the two athletes pushed each other to their limits.



The action spilled outside the ring as Constance executed a perfectly timed suicide dive, crashing into Tressa with unparalleled precision. The audience erupted in cheers as the competitors brawled at ringside, taking advantage of the no-disqualification stipulation. Steel chairs and other implements came into play, intensifying the physicality of the contest.



As the match progressed, it became evident that both Constance and Tressa were determined to prove their superiority. Each kickout garnered a louder reaction from the crowd, illustrating the resilience of these two fierce competitors. The near falls and close calls only fueled the intensity of the contest, leaving the audience on the edge of their seats.



In a pivotal moment, Tressa gained the upper hand with a devastating powerbomb, eliciting a collective gasp from the crowd. It seemed as though victory was within Tressa's grasp, but Constance dug deep, summoning the strength to kick out just before the referee's hand hit the mat for the three-count. The momentum swung back and forth, with both women refusing to back down.



The climax of the match approached as Constance managed to turn the tide with a jaw-dropping superplex from the top rope. The impact echoed throughout the arena, leaving both competitors stunned on the mat. The crowd's chants and cheers reached a fever pitch as the wrestlers struggled to their feet, summoning every ounce of energy left in their battered bodies.



Constance, fueled by the support of the crowd, locked in a punishing series of submission holds, attempting to wear down Tressa. However, Tressa's resilience shone through as she fought through the pain, refusing to submit. The back-and-forth struggle continued, each woman coming close to victory only to have it slip away.



In a moment of sheer determination, Constance managed to trap Tressa in the center of the ring with her signature submission hold, The Sin Lock. The crowd erupted in anticipation as Constance torqued Tressa's body, applying relentless pressure on her opponent's back and neck. Tressa, despite her valiant effort, found herself trapped in the excruciating hold.


St. James: Uh oh! Constance has it locked in! Tressa's got nowhere to go! 

London: This is a devastating move, she better get to the ropes or this one is gonna be over! 


The pain etched across Tressa's face told the story of the grueling battle, but she refused to give up easily. The referee closely monitored the situation, asking Tressa if she wanted to submit. She continued to refuse. Constance, annoyed, locked it in tighter! 

St. James: I heard a pop! I heard something pop there! 

London: I tried not to, but I agree!


The audience fell silent, holding their breath as Tressa, with great reluctance, began tapping out. The bell rang, signaling the end of the match.



Constance released the hold, her body covered in sweat and her chest heaving with exhaustion. The crowd erupted in a thunderous ovation, appreciating the incredible display of skill, resilience, and determination from both competitors. Tressa, though defeated, rose to her feet with the support of the crowd, earning a well-deserved round of applause for her valiant effort.



The two competitors shared a respectful nod in the center of the ring, acknowledging the mutual respect that had developed throughout the hard-fought match. As they exited the arena, the crowd continued to cheer, grateful for the unforgettable spectacle they had just witnessed.

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OCW interviewer is standing backstage with Belladonna Anderson, who has her Elevate Title over her shoulder. She has a smile on her face, but an intense look in her eyes.

Taylor: I am standing here with newly crowned OCW Elevate Champion, Belladonna Anderson! Belladonna.....you were the victim of a random attack by the Perfs last week. Wrong place, wrong time, it appears. What do you have to say to them going forward?"

Belladonna: The Perfs! I really don't know why you two decided to not only attack me but my opponent, Kayleigh as well. Apparently, you two are still very much bitter in losing your chances to be the tag team champions so you have been on a roll attacking anyone that even crosses your path. You both will pay for your actions.

Taylor: "On a positive note.....you won your first title here in OCW. How does it feel to see all your hard work pay off?"



Belladonna: It feels great! I did work my ass off. My husband, Blake and our manager, Paul Sinclair told me to never give up and I did that! I want to thank Miss Britlyn Baylor for believing in me and to my fans as well. I also want to thank both Paul and my Blake for standing by my side.

Taylor: "If you had a dream matchup on the roster and could pick the one person on this roster to defend against, who would you choose?"


Belladonna: That's a great question! I wouldn't mind facing Alexandra Calaway, maybe either Apollo Nighthawk or his tag team partner Adam Gatner. Or possibly Synn. They have been bringing it each and every night. Side note: I wouldn't mind being tag team champion with my husband. After all, The Dynasty has been quite dominant.

She smiles and walks away. 

St. James: She knows Calaway isn't here anymore, right?

London: She'd still like to face her!

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Marlena Sanchez: Our next match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana by way of Greece, Lylah Lionheart!

The crowd pops for the hometown girl!

The music for Dare by the Gorillaz starts playing and Lylah comes to the ramp and does a little dance. She comes down the ramp and fives the fans.


Lylah then slides in the ring and roars like a lion and smiles and waits for her opponent.


London: Love to see the hometown love!

St. James: You know she is going to be extra motivated tonight!



St. James: Jenny Kay is a new comer here, and an interesting one to say the least! Let's see what she's got!

London: So much new talent here in OCW! Fresh faces, fresh matches! It's what sets us apart!

The bell rang, and the tension in the air was palpable as Lylah Lionhart and Jenny Kay locked eyes in the center of the ring. Without wasting a moment, Lylah lunged forward with a burst of power, catching Jenny off guard. The clash of strength was evident from the start, as Lylah effortlessly pushed Jenny into the corner with an unrelenting series of powerful strikes.



Jenny, struggling to counter Lylah's onslaught, found herself overpowered by the sheer force of her opponent. Lylah's raw strength was on full display as she hoisted Jenny overhead with a thunderous suplex, shaking the ring beneath them. The crowd winced at the impact, recognizing the dominance Lylah was establishing.


St. James: Lylah is really starting to take control of this matchup!

London: She just has too much power for Jenny to handle!


Jenny attempted to rally, but Lylah continued to impose her will. A crushing clothesline sent Jenny sprawling to the mat, and Lylah wasted no time capitalizing on the opportunity. The powerhouse from Lionhart unleashed a barrage of punishing stomps and elbow drops, each blow echoing through the arena.



Despite Jenny's resilience, Lylah's overwhelming strength proved to be a formidable obstacle. Lylah effortlessly lifted Jenny into a gorilla press position, showcasing her dominance. The crowd roared in amazement as Lylah held Jenny high above her head before slamming her down with authority.



With Jenny visibly weakened, Lylah signaled for the end. The Lionhart roared, emphasizing her power, and delivered a devastating knockout punch that connected square on Jenny's jaw. The impact sent Jenny crumpling to the mat, unconscious. The referee quickly slid into position, counting the pin.


St. James: She's gonna do it here! She's gonna win in front of her home fans!

London: Pin her Lylah! Do it!


"One! Two! Three!"



The bell rang, signaling the end of the match. Lylah Lionhart stood victorious, her strength and dominance on full display. The crowd, in awe of the spectacle, erupted in a mix of cheers and applause. Lylah, having made a powerful statement in the ring, celebrated her well-earned triumph as she exited, leaving no doubt about her prowess as a force to be reckoned with in the world of professional wrestling.

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The camera's cut to the backstage area where OCW Fight4 Champion Toxicita is standing with Taylor Mayde, holding her belt over her shoulder. 

Taylor: TOXICITA! How does it feel to usher in a new era as champion?!




Toxicita: Amazing. Not only will I help lead this new era of OCW I also will bring more pride to a championship that was otherwise ruined because of its previous holders. I'm a little sad they decided to give it a revap because I enjoy a challenge and bringing a championship back to glory after lowlifes held it is on my bucket list of things to do. Being the first and only holder of the new Fight4 championship is an honor but we all knew I'd end up with one of the championships. The only down side? I don't get to lead the charge with the World Championship but hey I'll get it at some point.

Taylor: What were your thoughts going into a match with Colossus?

Toxicita: If I wasn't going to walk out with the championship I wasn't going to walk out. I was focused on the prize like I am every time I step in the ring. Colossus is marketed as a Monster and almost undefeated so I knew walking in I had my work cut out for me but there was never a doubt in my mind I would walk out champion.

Taylor: What are your goals for the future?

Toxicita: I want everyone to suffer a loss from me. Every active name on the roster is going to have to face me and lose no matter who they are. I also want to hold every championship this company has and will ever have. There's also other big plans but you'll find those out later. *Wink*

Taylor: Last one. I know you've got a cage match to prepare for. If you could choose any challenger for Ashes 2 Ashes to defend against, who would you choose?

Toxicita: Johnny. He's undefeated and I would gladly put my championship on the line if it meant he puts that impressive streak on the line. Sadly he's lined up for a different championship so that isn't going to happen. Other than him no one else has earned a match against me for my championship.

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Cameras cut to the back where BRADDOCK is standing, looking down at the World Heavyweight Championship belt that is in his hands. He is holding it so that the faceplate is staring back up at him. He is in a t-shirt that reads “Choose Death" across the front in big, blocky white letters with the sleeves cut off. Cut off black jeans and a pair of black Vans skater shoes on his feet. A pair of black socks round out the outfit, pulled up almost to his knees. Looming behind him is his wife, Salem Cartier. She massages his back and neck in silence. Slowly his head lifts until he is looking at the camera.

BRADDOCK: This is my World Heavyweight Championship and I won’t be givin it up anytime soon. At Ashes to Ashes, Casus is the next one who eagerly wishes to pry this belt out of my hands. But I can tell you this much already; I will be walking out with the belt, still in my possession.

Salem: That’s right, baby… *She whispers*

BRADDOCK: And tonight, tonight I am goin out there and entering a cage against the Straight Edge pixie, Toxicita. I’m gonna teach her an important lesson; don’t let your head get so big that your mouth starts writin checks you can’t cash. Brit, keep the medics on standby because she’s gonna need em…

The scene fades out with BRADDOCK glaring a hole through the camera while Salem leans in and kisses him on the cheek.

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

MARLENA SANCHEZ: This match is set for one fall, and is our front line Main Event! Introducing first New York City, Destiny Michaels!



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



"Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot

At the body shop, doing something unholy

He lucky, lucky, yeah (ooh)

He lucky, lucky, yeah (ye-yeah)

He lucky, lucky, yeah

He lucky, lucky, yeah"



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

St. James: Something has snapped in this girl. She isn't the same Brooke we grew to know!

London: Yeah, something's off for sure!

The arena buzzed with anticipation as Brooke Blakely, now going by the moniker "Daymare," faced off against Destiny Michaels in a high-stakes wrestling match. The atmosphere was charged with tension, and a noticeable shift in Brooke's demeanor had the audience on edge. Gone was the once cheerful and charismatic Brooke; in her place stood a more menacing and unpredictable force.



From the opening bell, it was clear that Daymare had a different agenda. She circled Destiny Michaels with a predatory glare, showcasing a newfound aggression that left the crowd in shock. Destiny, unaware of the transformation in her opponent, approached cautiously, ready for a fierce contest.



The early moments of the match saw a back-and-forth struggle, with both women attempting to assert dominance. Destiny, known for her resilience and technical skill, managed to gain the upper hand with a series of quick strikes and suplexes. However, Daymare's change in attitude became evident when she ruthlessly targeted Destiny's knee with precision kicks and stomps.


St. James: This is just vile! This is so out of character for her!

London: She's trying to take the blonde bombshell out for good here!


The crowd watched in disbelief as Daymare focused her onslaught on Destiny's leg, clearly attempting to injure her opponent. Destiny winced in pain, struggling to find an opening against the relentless assault. Daymare, fueled by a newfound aggression, ignored the referee's warnings and continued her assault, escalating the brutality with each passing moment.



As Destiny clutched her aching knee, Daymare seized the opportunity to introduce a steel chair into the equation. The crowd's unease grew as Daymare unfolded the chair in the center of the ring, a sinister grin on her face. Destiny, barely able to stand, found herself defenseless against the impending danger.


St. James: Destiny is not in a good spot here. She can barely put pressure on that leg!


With a sadistic glint in her eyes, Daymare positioned Destiny's leg in the chair, clearly intent on causing serious harm. The audience gasped, unable to look away as Daymare prepared to crush Destiny's leg between the unforgiving steel. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and it seemed like Daymare had abandoned all sense of sportsmanship.



Suddenly, the arena lights dimmed, and an eerie silence fell over the crowd. A figure emerged from the shadows and slid into the ring, revealing herself as SYNN, Daymare's mentor.

St. James: SYNN! IT'S SYNN! THE DEMON QUEEN IS HERE IN NEW ORLEANS!

London: But why?! Brooke has this match well in hand!

The audience's confusion turned to shock as SYNN, a respected and enigmatic presence in the wrestling world, confronted Daymare.



The two women locked eyes, and a tense exchange unfolded between mentor and protege. SYNN questioned Daymare's actions, the disregard for fair competition, and the blatant attempt to inflict serious injury on Destiny Michaels. The crowd, now divided in their reactions, watched as Daymare and SYNN shared a charged moment, the air thick with unresolved tension.



In a surprising turn of events, Daymare, instead of defending her actions, handed the steel chair to SYNN. The audience collectively held their breath as SYNN examined the chair, a mix of confusion and concern on her face. Daymare's expression remained unreadable as she stared at her mentor, seemingly challenging her to understand the newfound darkness within.



Just when it seemed like SYNN might intervene to stop the match, Daymare suddenly pivoted. In a swift motion, she delivered a thunderous superkick to the now-standing Destiny Michaels. The impact reverberated through the arena, and Destiny crumpled to the mat. Daymare wasted no time, going for the pin as the referee counted.


St. James: Damnit! Damnit Brooke! Daymare! Whatever the hell your name is!

Paris: A complete 180 from the girl we thought we knew!


"One! Two! Three!"






The bell rang, declaring Daymare the victor in a match that had taken a disturbing turn. As Daymare stood over her fallen opponent, she cast a lingering gaze at SYNN, who stood outside the ring with a mixture of disappointment and concern. The crowd, unsure of what to make of the shocking turn of events, erupted in a cacophony of boos and cheers.


St. James: What does SYNN think about this new change in her protege? 

London: She would have done the same damn thing!

St. James: I don't think so! 

London: She's the APEX Predator, Fletch! Where have you been?! She hates THIS Brooke because she cannot control THIS Brooke!


Daymare, victorious but with a darkness in her eyes, exited the ring, leaving behind a bewildered audience and a conflicted mentor. The unanswered questions hung in the air, and the wrestling world was left to ponder the implications of Daymare's transformation and the strained relationship with her mentor SYNN.




FADE OUT

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

OCW Television begins with Jenny Myst screaming and crying, calling for medical attention. EMT's rush into Johnny's locker room, to see him laid out, blood shooting from an open wound on his head.

JENNY: SAVE HIM! DON'T LET HIM DIE! OH MY GOD!

EMT's begin to wrap Johnny's head. Battleground GM Eric Drake enters the locker room.

Drake: "What the hell is this?! What happened here?!"

Jenny: "I don't know! I came in from getting some Spongecake and he was on the floor! I didn't see anyone leave, and nobody was here when I left!"

Eric bends down, looking at one of his top stars along with the EMS workers.

Drake: I have to get to the bottom of this. This is unacceptable. I'll inform Mand----

"ERIC ERIC!"

One of the OCW backstage workers came running up to him.

Drake: Calm down, deep breaths. What is it?

Worker: "It's Mandii Rider, sir. She's....she's been attacked!"

Drake: For gods sake!

He follows the running worker to Mandii's dressing room, where she is being attended to by medical staff. She is unconcious and they are working on waking her up.

Drake: I can't believe this. For weeks we've been pumping this match and----I gotta tell Brit. We're gonna get to the bottom of this right now.

He flips open his cell phone and walks away as EMT's intubate Mandii.

Stone Highmore: WELCOME TO BATTLEGROUND! Live from NEW ORLEANS! We had a chaotic show last week and you know this one is on par! 15,000 live, sold out, as usual, and ready to rock and roll! Stone Highmore and Roland Blaze at ringside as we get ever closer to OCW's second major Pay Per View.......Ashes to Ashes!

Roland Blaze: Yessir. New format. New time. New channel, same outcasts!

The crowd erupted as the tag team match between The Southwest Brotherhood (Adam Gatner and Apollo Nighthawk) and The Perfs (Ariana Decker and Carley Black) kicked off. The animosity between these teams had reached a boiling point, especially after The Perfs' unprovoked attack on Belladonna Anderson in the previous show. The atmosphere was charged with tension as the competitors eyed each other from their respective corners.

The bell rang, signaling the start of what promised to be a fierce and action-packed encounter. Apollo Nighthawk stepped into the ring for The Southwest Brotherhood, while Carley Black took the reins for The Perfs. The two locked eyes, the intensity palpable, before circling each other cautiously.

The opening moments of the match saw a display of technical prowess from both teams. Apollo and Carley engaged in a series of chain wrestling maneuvers, each trying to gain the upper hand. The crowd was evenly split, rallying behind their favorite teams as the action unfolded in the squared circle.

Ariana Decker, watching from the apron, couldn't contain her newfound bad attitude. She slapped the tag rope, demanding to be tagged in. Carley obliged, and Ariana entered the ring with a cocky swagger. Adam Gatner, the other half of The Southwest Brotherhood, awaited her, and the two locked up in the center of the ring.

Ariana, displaying a more aggressive style, took control with a series of calculated strikes and knee lifts. The Perfs seemed to revel in their newfound attitude, taunting the crowd and showcasing a mean streak that had been absent in their previous performances. The Southwest Brotherhood, known for their heroic personas, found themselves on the defensive.

Stone: Much different persona recently for these two. They are much more intense, much more brutal, much more driven. 

Blaze: They are tired of losing. I would do the same thing!

Carley Black tagged back in, and The Perfs continued to isolate Adam Gatner. Quick tags and double-team maneuvers showcased their newfound chemistry as a ruthless duo. The Southwest Brotherhood, however, demonstrated resilience, countering with high-flying moves and impactful strikes.

Just when it seemed like The Perfs were gaining a decisive advantage, Apollo Nighthawk rallied. He entered the ring with a burst of energy, taking on both Carley and Ariana. The pace quickened as the match became a whirlwind of action, with each team desperately vying for control.

As the contest progressed, it became apparent that The Perfs were willing to do whatever it took to secure a victory. The referee's warnings were often ignored as they bent the rules, employing underhanded tactics to wear down their opponents. The Southwest Brotherhood found themselves in a precarious position, fighting not only against The Perfs but also against the odds stacked against them.

Stone: What I don't like is their propensity to cheat. They are talented young ladies, they don't need to resort to underhanded tactics!

Blaze: Stone, when's the last time you ever won anything?

Stone: I won the head commentary job. 

Blaze: Touche.

Ariana and Carley, sensing an opportunity, attempted to use a foreign object hidden in their gear to gain an unfair advantage. The crowd erupted in boos as they watched the dastardly act unfold. Just as the referee turned his attention away, The Perfs prepared to strike. However, before they could execute their plan, the arena darkened, and a hush fell over the crowd.

Stone: What's this now?!

A spotlight illuminated the entrance ramp, revealing Belladonna Anderson. Still nursing the effects of the previous attack, she limped toward the ring, a look of determination on her face. The crowd's cheers intensified as Belladonna, despite the odds, aimed to thwart The Perfs' underhanded tactics.

Stone: Oh my god! It's Belladonna Anderson! She said she was gonna get her some and by god she's coming to get herself some!

With a burst of adrenaline, Belladonna slid into the ring, catching The Perfs off guard. She targeted Carley Black first, delivering a lightning-fast Modified Curbstomp that echoed through the arena. Carley collapsed to the mat, writhing in pain, as the referee called for the bell, signaling a disqualification.

Ariana Decker, witnessing her partner's plight, rushed to her aid. However, before she could react, Belladonna executed a Lou Thesz Press, mounting Ariana and raining down punches. The crowd erupted in cheers as Belladonna unleashed her frustration on The Perfs, determined to make them pay for their earlier assault.

DING DING DING DING DING DING DING

Apollo Nighthawk, concerned for the well-being of Belladonna, attempted to pull her off Ariana. However, before he could intervene, Blake Anderson, Belladonna's husband and a formidable force in his own right, sprinted to the ring. He shoved Apollo away, defending his wife.

Blaze: Blake Anderson is in the ring, and the Dynasty is standing tall!

Stone: This was a good match! Damnit!

The tension in the ring reached a boiling point as the four competitors—Belladonna, Blake, Apollo, and the battered Ariana—found themselves in a chaotic standoff. The Dynasty, accompanied by their mouthpiece and manager, stood at the top of the entrance ramp, smirking and exchanging confident glances.

The Southwest Brotherhood and The Perfs, each with their distinct grievances, exchanged heated words in the ring. The crowd was left in suspense, wondering how this intense rivalry would unfold in the coming weeks. The storylines had intertwined, creating a web of animosity that promised more thrilling confrontations in the future.

The scene ended with The Dynasty backing up the ramp, seemingly pleased with the chaos they had orchestrated. The Southwest Brotherhood, Belladonna Anderson, and The Perfs were left in the ring, the aftermath of their tumultuous encounter setting the stage for a continuation of this gripping saga in the world of professional wrestling.

Stone: They just HAVE to stick their noses in everything, don't they?

Blaze: I have a feeling it won't be the last time we see them tonight.

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OCW camera's cut to backstage where Lilith is trying to get into the locker room before their match, but their key card is denied. She looks at Leviathan, and then back at the door. Agitated, she punches the door. Just as she is about to flag someone down, Eric Drake steps on screen with a key card in his hand.



Drake: There appears to have been an oversight in the booking department. You see, last week, I banned Asylum from the arena. I didn't need any more shenanigans like we had last week. That would mean that big guys opponent, Nox Von Anna, isn't in the building tonight.



Lillith puts her hands on her hips and huffs, about to lay into Drake when he continues......



Drake: And because we have a full card this evening, and an active investigation going on about the attack on two of our superstars.....I have nobody for you. I do apologize on behalf of the company, and I have booked you a room at the nicest hotel in New Orleans. On us.



He hands her the key card.



Drake: Enjoy it. Or don't. Either way, I am going to need you to exit the building immediately.



Leviathan goes to protest but she stops him. Lillith stares a hole in Drake as they walk away, off screen.



Stone: So we aren't having the match?

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Camera's cut back to the ring where we see Heath Johnson in the ring, warming up.

“You’ll be CRYIN’ LIKE A BITCH!”



The guitar riff starts as the spotlights alternate with the bassline: BUM-BUM-BUM, Bum bum bum bum BUM-BUM-BUM.



LEE MASTERS: On his way to the ring!



Whipping the curtain aside, Donnie Harris emerges from the back, wearing his traditional gi top and wearing a pair of amateur wrestling shoes; the OCW Anarchy Championship title belt is around his waist, and the PWA Streaming Service Championship title belt is over his shoulder. Donnie moves to the top of the ramp, looking at the crowd, listening to the mixed reaction between boos and cheers, his head moving slowly as he looks across the fans. He paces the stage, back and forth, all while holding up the PWA Streaming Service title belt like a boxing promoter following a prize fighter to the ring, except the spotlight focuses on the Anarchy title as the plate shines in the light.



LEE MASTERS:Hailing from Salt Lake City, Utah... weighing in at 228 lbs! He is PWA’s Streaming Service champion; he is OCW’s Anarchy champion!



Donnie starts walking to the ring, patting the title plate on the belt wrapped around his waist.



LEE MASTERS: He. Is. DONNIE! HARRIS!



Donnie rolls under the bottom rope, letting the PWA belt fall off his shoulder. Kipping up to his feet, he picks up the PWA Streaming Service title and unfastens the Anarchy title from around his waist. He climbs up to the second rope and holds both belts up, stoically staring out in the audience. He hops back down and moves to the adjacent corner, raising the titles high over his head once again. He moves back to his corner and starts to untie his gi’s belt, removing the top with a little assistance from the referee of the match.

The arena buzzed with anticipation as Donnie Harris and Heath Johnson, two powerhouses of the wrestling world, stood across the ring from each other. The crowd's excitement was palpable, knowing they were about to witness a clash of titans. The bell rang, and the match was underway.

Donnie and Heath wasted no time, locking up in a powerful collar-and-elbow tie-up. The sheer strength of both men was evident as they strained against each other, muscles flexing and bulging. The crowd erupted in cheers, appreciating the display of raw power.

Breaking the tie-up, the two competitors circled each other, eyes locked in a steely gaze. Donnie Harris, known for his imposing stature and no-nonsense approach, took a step forward. Heath Johnson, equally formidable, responded in kind. The air was charged with intensity as the two titans prepared for the next exchange.

Stone: These two pretty evenly matched in the power department.

The first significant move of the match came when Donnie executed a thunderous body slam, sending Heath crashing to the mat. The impact echoed through the arena, eliciting a mixture of gasps and cheers from the audience. Donnie, not one to waste an opportunity, followed up with a powerful elbow drop, aiming to assert his dominance early in the contest.

Heath, however, quickly recovered. Ignoring the pain from the body slam, he showcased his resilience by kipping up to his feet. The crowd erupted in appreciation for Heath's display of agility and toughness. The match had barely begun, but it was clear that neither competitor was willing to back down.

The next few minutes saw a series of power moves and strikes, each wrestler trying to outmuscle the other. Irish whips into the turnbuckles, clotheslines, and impactful slams reverberated through the ring. The audience was treated to a hard-hitting contest that showcased the physicality and athleticism of both Donnie and Heath.

Stone: Heath is a veteran, and he isn't going to back down to Donnie, champ or not!

Blaze: Heath has a long track record of uprooting champions, and he has a chance to make his mark here in OCW right now!

Heath gained the upper hand with a well-timed spinebuster that left Donnie stunned on the mat. The crowd roared as Heath capitalized on the opportunity, unleashing a barrage of powerful stomps and knee drops. The momentum had shifted, and Heath aimed to keep Donnie grounded.

Donnie, however, proved why he was considered a force to be reckoned with. With a burst of strength, he powered out of Heath's assault, delivering a jaw-rattling uppercut that sent Heath staggering backward. The tide of the match turned once again, as Donnie seized control with a series of power moves that left the audience in awe.

A scoop slam and a massive backbreaker demonstrated Donnie's dominance, but Heath refused to stay down. The crowd was treated to a seesaw battle as both men displayed their incredible strength and resilience. Each near fall brought the audience to the edge of their seats, unsure of who would emerge victorious in this power contest.

As the match reached its midpoint, Donnie Harris attempted to wear down Heath with a methodical approach. Targeting the back and midsection, Donnie executed a bearhug, squeezing the air out of his opponent. The crowd watched in suspense as Heath struggled to break free, his face contorted in pain.

Stone: Donnie crushing those ribs, constricting that air. Brutal maneuver.

Summoning his last reserves of strength, Heath managed to escape the bearhug with a series of well-placed elbows to Donnie's head. The crowd erupted in cheers as Heath, fueled by determination, fought back with a flurry of strikes. The pace quickened, and the match entered a phase of intense back-and-forth action.

Heath gained momentum with a spine-tingling powerbomb that shook the ring. The near fall had the audience on their feet, as it seemed Heath might secure the victory. However, Donnie once again defied the odds, kicking out just before the referee's hand hit the mat for the three-count.

Stone: Donnie kicked out!

Blaze: His amazing run continues, for a bit longer!

The final stretch of the match saw both competitors digging deep, their bodies battered and exhausted. The crowd could sense that the end was near, and the intensity reached a fever pitch. Donnie and Heath traded stiff punches and forearm shots, each strike echoing through the arena.

In a pivotal moment, Donnie managed to hoist Heath onto his shoulders, signaling for his signature finisher. The crowd erupted in anticipation, knowing that the outcome of the match hung in the balance. However, Heath countered with a well-executed DDT, stunning Donnie and shifting the momentum once again.

As Heath tried to capitalize on his newfound advantage, Donnie displayed an incredible feat of strength. With Heath on his shoulders, Donnie powered out of the DDT attempt and delivered a thunderous powerbomb. The impact reverberated through the ring, and the crowd erupted in cheers as Donnie seized the opportunity to go for the pin.

Stone: That'll do it. Earth shattering powerbomb, and I wouldn't be surprised if Heath has a broken rib or two!

The referee slid into position, counting the pivotal three-count.

"One! Two! Three!"

The bell rang, signaling the end of the hard-fought match. Donnie Harris emerged victorious, his hand raised in triumph. The crowd, appreciative of the incredible display of power and athleticism, showered both competitors with applause.

As Donnie celebrated his hard-earned victory, the camera caught a glimpse of Heath Johnson, still recovering on the mat. 

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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CHAMP v. CHAMP
NON-TITLE
STEEL CAGE MATCH

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.



LEE MASTERS: THIS MATCH IS SET FOR ONE FALL AND CAN ONLY BE WON BY PIN FALL, SUBMISSION OR ESCAPE FROM THE CAGE. 

INTRODUCING FIRST, FROM TRENTON, NEW JERSEY, SHE IS THE OCW FIGHT4 CHAMPION.......TOXICITA!

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.


Drums pound in synch with grinding guitars as “Bonehead” assaults the fans while the arena is blanketed in darkness while at six seconds in, a saxophone begins squealing a prolonged note. A spotlight suddenly pierces the darkness, casting its beam of light on the entrance curtain while the vocalist begins whooping and screaming. BRADDOCK explodes through the curtain with Salem on his heels. He stops at the top of the ramp and looks across the crowd while Salem stands just behind him, smirking with malice over his left shoulder.



LEE MASTERS: And her opponent.....making his way to the ring, accompanied by that damned Salem! He stands five feet, ten inches tall and tips the scales at two hundred and fifty-one pounds He hails from Stockton, California and is our World Heavyweight Champion! He! Is! BRADDOCK!!!!



The duo have started down the ramp and BRADDOCK climbs the steps first. He wipes his feet on the ring apron at the top of the steps before proceeding about halfway across the apron. He takes a seat on the middle rope while he pushes the top rope up so Salem can enter the ring a little easier.



Roland: BRADDOCK has proven to be one of the toughest, and meanest men on the roster!



BRADDOCK stands in the center of the ring, his hands clenched into fists at his sides and he bounces on one foot and then the other while waiting for the match to begin.

Stone: This one is not going to be for the weak at heart.

Blaze: Put the kids to bed before this one. We don't need a lawsuit!

The steel cage loomed ominously over the squared circle, its cold, unforgiving structure serving as the battleground for the highly anticipated clash between two champions. Braddock, the World Heavyweight Champion, and Toxicita, the Fight4 Champion, stood on opposite sides of the ring, eyeing each other with a mixture of intensity and disdain. The air was thick with anticipation as the steel door clanged shut, sealing the fate of these two titans.

DING DING DING

The bell rang, and the steel cage match was underway. Braddock, a hulking force of nature, wasted no time. He charged at Toxicita, looking to assert his dominance early. The crowd roared as the collision between the two champions echoed through the arena.

Braddock's physical prowess was on full display as he unleashed a barrage of power moves on Toxicita. Suplexes, body slams, and thunderous clotheslines rattled the cage, each impact sending shockwaves through the steel structure. The audience winced at the brutality unfolding inside the ring.

Toxicita, however, showcased her resilience. She absorbed the punishment, the Fight4 Champion refusing to back down. The crimson stain of battle began to appear on Toxicita's forehead, but she remained defiant, her eyes locked onto Braddock.

The ebb and flow of the match saw Braddock dominating the physical exchanges, his sheer strength overwhelming Toxicita. Despite her valiant attempts to fight back, Toxicita found herself on the receiving end of Braddock's relentless assault. The World Heavyweight Champion seemed determined to prove his superiority in this brutal encounter.

Stone: He has that brute strength, and it may be too much for Tox here!

Blaze: Please. Colossus is twice Braddock's size and she took him down a peg!

The steel cage, initially a neutral spectator to the carnage, became an instrument of pain. Braddock repeatedly slammed Toxicita into the steel mesh, leaving her body battered and bruised. The crowd's reactions ranged from gasps to cheers, a mix of awe and concern for the Fight4 Champion's well-being.

Blood trickled down Toxicita's face as she struggled to stay on her feet. Braddock, sensing his advantage, continued to punish her with a sadistic grin on his face. The atmosphere inside the arena became charged with tension, as the audience watched in disbelief at the sheer brutality unfolding before their eyes.

As Braddock prepared for another punishing maneuver, Toxicita displayed a moment of cunning brilliance. With a sudden burst of energy, she raked Braddock's eyes, momentarily blinding the World Heavyweight Champion. The crowd erupted in cheers as Toxicita seized the opportunity to turn the tide.

Using the cage to her advantage, Toxicita smashed Braddock's face into the steel, creating an opening for herself. The Fight4 Champion fought back with a series of well-placed kicks and strikes, targeting Braddock's vulnerable midsection. The crowd, initially silenced by Braddock's dominance, roared back to life as Toxicita mounted her comeback.

Stone: She isn't gonna fold! The world champ is in for a fight here!

Blaze: Did you expect anything different?!

The turning point came when Toxicita executed a jaw-dropping hurricanrana, sending Braddock crashing into the steel cage. The audience, now firmly in Toxicita's corner, erupted in a thunderous ovation. Despite the odds stacked against her, Toxicita had managed to shift the momentum.

With Braddock dazed, Toxicita seized the moment. The Fight4 Champion climbed the steel cage with determination, her movements fluid and purposeful. The crowd held their breath as she reached the top, balancing on the precarious edge.

Braddock, realizing the perilous situation, scrambled to his feet. The World Heavyweight Champion roared with frustration, charging toward Toxicita. However, the Fight4 Champion displayed a quick-witted strategy. With a surprising agility, Toxicita leaped off the cage, executing a crossbody that took both her and Braddock crashing to the canvas.

Stone: She had a chance to escape! She had the big man down but Toxicita just proved more than ever that she wants the smoke! She's proving a point!

Blaze: She's battered and bruised, but she's leaving it all out there tonight!

The impact echoed through the arena, leaving both champions sprawled out on the mat. The crowd, stunned by the breathtaking maneuver, erupted in applause for Toxicita's daring escape attempt. The Fight4 Champion, though battered and bloodied, had outsmarted Braddock.

Seizing the opportunity, Toxicita crawled toward the steel cage door. The crowd's cheers reached a fever pitch as she reached for the handle, desperately trying to make her exit. Braddock, fueled by frustration, crawled after her, determined to prevent Toxicita from claiming victory.

Stone: She's gonna do it, here! She's inches away!

The tension inside the arena was palpable as Toxicita, blood streaming down her face, managed to open the steel cage door. The crowd roared in anticipation as she crawled toward the exit. Braddock, however, reached out and grabbed Toxicita's ankle, refusing to let her escape.

In a heart-pounding moment, Toxicita fought against Braddock's grip. With sheer determination, she delivered a series of vicious kicks to Braddock's face, forcing him to release his hold. The crowd erupted in cheers as Toxicita, bruised and battered, crawled out of the cage and to the ringside floor.

Stone: She did it! She escaped the cage! Toxicita has defeated the world champion here!

Blaze: But she still has yet to pin him.......and I question if she can!

DING DING DING DING

The bell rang, signaling Toxicita's victory. The crowd's cheers were deafening as she, exhausted and triumphant, clutched her Fight4 Championship belt. The camera captured the disbelief on Braddock's face inside the cage, his frustration evident.

LEE MASTERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY ESCAPE, THE OCW FIGHT4 CHAMPION......TOXICITA!

Toxicita, now on her feet, looked back at the fallen Braddock. She winked at him, a sly grin crossing her bloodied face, before making her way up the ramp. The crowd's applause followed her as she disappeared into the backstage area, leaving Braddock incensed in the cage.

Stone: This beef is far from over, Blaze! The World Champ is madder than I have ever seen him!

Blaze: Toxicita pulled one over on him tonight, and she continues to run roughshod over this roster!

Inside the steel structure, Braddock roared with frustration, slamming his fists against the mesh. The World Heavyweight Champion had been outsmarted, and the realization seemed to fuel his anger. The broadcast cut to a commercial break, leaving the audience eagerly anticipating the fallout from this brutal steel cage encounter.

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Britlyn Baylor, sitting in her office in Tampa, comes onto the OCW-tron. 

The crowd has mixed reactions. 



Britlyn: "Those of you who have been following us know that it has been a tumultous time here in OCW. Ever since the merger, we have been fighting like hell to find an identity that sticks, while trying to put on the best shows possible. I have been very pleased with our on-air product, and I promise you, it will only continue to get better.



We at OCW are greatly upset at the blatant, ruthless, and cowardly attack that happened earlier and deprived you great fans in the arena and at home the opportunity to see Johnny versus Mandii in that ring. Both have been transported to Tulane University Medical Center and are undergoing treatment for their injuries. I wish them both a speedy recovery and hope not just as their boss but as a wrestling fan myself, that we get to see that match sometime in the near future.



We will find who is responsible for this and repercussions will be swift and dire. If it is indeed a member of our wonderful roster......well........lets just leave the aforementioned statement above where it sits.



We are fully committed to being the best roster in the business and providing a safe working environment for all involved.



As many of you know we have gone through our share of growing pains. Big names have come and went. We have had the likes of Spencer Adams, Trent Killjoy, Justin York, Chris Chaos, Gabe Reno, among others. I understand that talent comes, and talent goes, and as we grow into a full-fledged promotion in our first year, we are going to experience some of these growing pains. For those of you who we do have still, and who continue to come in to work and do your jobs, your efforts will be rewarded.



That being said.....I wanted to inform all of you, in case you did not know, that Alexandra Calaway and her brother Damien are no longer with us. It was nothing personal with Alexandra, and her departure had nothing to do with the loss to Donnie Harris last Battleground. It was not an in-ring issue here, but rather an outside one. She, as you know, is a multi-time champion and current champion in many other promotions, and she had stretched herself too thin. As many of you saw she defeated our very own SYNN at Texas Chainsaw Massacre to become the PWA United States Champion, on top of all of her other accomplishments and responsibilities. We wish Alexandra the best, and the door is always open for a future return to Outcast. She was here from the beginning and her roll in helping to establish us as a wrestling platform can never be diminished.



Her brother, Damien, followed her. Despite my best efforts to get him to stay, he is, at the end of the day, family. Like us here at OCW, family is a strong bond and one that is not easily broken. We wish Mr. Calaway the best in his future endeavors as well, wherever they may lead him.



His depature has, however, created a vacancy with the OCW Rebellion Championship. I have put together a match for it, which will take place next.



With hardship comes opportunity, and now that the Calaway family stranglehold is off two of our top titles, it breeds opportunity for two of our most talented, and most loyal (her lip curls into a snarl when she says the word loyal), superstars to compete for a title.



We will not fold. Bend, but not break. I will continue to seek out some of the sports top talent in order to continue to deliver to all of you the top quality product you have become accustomed to.



So, without further ado, enjoy the championship match and congratulations to our new Rebellion Champion, whoever that may be.



Onward and upward.



Godspeed."

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FINAL COMMERCIAL BREAK

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Stone: We're back, and we have one hell of a Main Event here! Goth and Blake Anderson battled at Halloween Havok, and these two have no love lost for each other!

Blaze: It is quickly becoming one of our best, and most hard hitting, rivalries!

Stone: And this one is for the vacant Rebellion Title, which was forfeited by Damien as he followed his sister out the door!

Blaze: She tucked tail and ran, and we're getting a better match because of it!

LEE MASTERS: This match is the Battleground Main Event! Set for one fall! It is for the vacant OCW Rebellion Championship! About to enter the arena being accompanied by his wife Melissa and Kat Jones, standing in at 6’4 and weighing in at 239 pounds!!!



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

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



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

Stone: Always loved that entrance. Creepy. I have goosebumps Roland!

Blaze: Check your blood sugar.





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



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



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



[Sinclair] "Whoa, hold it. (The crowd boos). First of all, you can't fall for this every time, Lee. Every freaking time. You know this is my spot, so when that music hits, just shut up an accept it! 

*clears throat* "Ladies and jealous-men, this Cleveland, Ohio native but now living in beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada (by now they're at the ring) he is a brawler, he is a fighter, he is....the next OCW REBELLION CHAMPION....... Bad Ass Blake Anderson"!



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



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

Stone: These two are despicable. I hope Goth puts him in his place, AGAIN, tonight!

Blaze: Why don't you go in there and tell him that yourself, Stone! 

The atmosphere in the arena was electric as the main event for the vacant Rebellion Championship unfolded. The two contenders, Blake Anderson and Goth, were no strangers to each other. Their previous encounter at Halloween Havok had seen Goth emerge victorious, but tonight, with the Rebellion Championship on the line, Blake sought redemption.

The bell rang, signaling the start of the match. Both men circled each other in the ring, their eyes locked in a gaze filled with intensity. The crowd buzzed with anticipation as the two competitors closed in, ready for a clash that promised high-stakes action.

From the opening bell, it was evident that the animosity between Blake and Goth ran deep. The match began with a series of fast-paced exchanges, each man attempting to gain the upper hand. Blake, fueled by the desire for revenge, launched into a relentless offensive, showcasing his technical prowess and striking ability.

Stone: Blake is so precise, so powerful. Those right hands are like getting hit by wrecking balls!

Goth, however, proved to be a resilient adversary. The enigmatic competitor weathered Blake's onslaught, responding with a mix of powerful strikes and unorthodox maneuvers. The back-and-forth action had the crowd on the edge of their seats, as near falls and kickouts kept the tension alive in the arena.

The Rebellion Championship, gleaming at ringside, served as a symbolic prize for the victor of this hard-fought battle. Both competitors were determined to lay claim to the prestigious title, each kickout and reversal intensifying the stakes of the match.

The ebb and flow of the contest continued as Blake and Goth traded momentum. Blake showcased his technical expertise with a series of well-executed suplexes, while Goth relied on his unbridled aggression and striking prowess. The physical toll of the match was evident on both men, their bodies battered and bruised from the grueling encounter.

As the match approached its climax, Goth gained the upper hand with a devastating DDT that left Blake stunned on the mat. The crowd gasped, sensing that the Rebellion Championship might be slipping away from Blake's grasp. Goth, seizing the opportunity, ascended to the top rope, ready to deliver a high-risk maneuver that could secure him the victory.

Blaze: He's going up top here! Unusual for him!

Stone: Whatever it takes!

However, before Goth could execute the maneuver, the arena darkened, and a haunting melody filled the air. The distraction allowed Blake to gather his bearings, and as Goth hesitated on the turnbuckle, Blake surged to his feet. With a burst of energy, Blake ascended the ropes and executed a superplex that echoed through the arena, leaving both men sprawled out on the mat.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Blake and Goth struggled to their feet, each man showing signs of exhaustion. The Rebellion Championship hung in the balance, and the fans were on the edge of their seats, eager to see who would emerge as the rightful champion.

As the competitors exchanged strikes in the center of the ring, the suspense reached a fever pitch. The near falls and close calls added to the drama, creating an atmosphere of uncertainty. The Rebellion Championship had become a coveted prize, and neither Blake nor Goth was willing to concede defeat.

Stone: Neither of these men want to give it up here! What a main event!

Blaze: Whoever comes out of this deserves to be champion!

In a pivotal moment, Blake executed a thunderous spinebuster that shook the ring. The crowd roared in anticipation as he signaled for a fallaway slam, a signature move of his. As Blake attempted to lift Goth into position, the enigmatic competitor countered with a desperation roll-up.

The referee's hand came down for the count.

"One! Two!"

Stone: That close! Goth was a second away!

Blaze: Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades Stone!

Stone: Thanks grandpa!

Blake kicked out just in the nick of time, the audience collectively holding their breath. The match had reached a critical juncture, with both men pushing their limits in pursuit of championship glory.

As the contest continued, the crowd's cheers turned to gasps when Goth unleashed a devastating move of his own—a sinister package piledriver. The impact rattled the ring, and Goth made the cover, confident that victory was within his grasp.

Stone: The damn ring shook! This one's gotta be over!

The referee's hand slapped the mat.

"One! Two!"

In an astonishing display of resilience, Blake kicked out, the arena exploding with cheers. The Rebellion Championship hung in the balance, and both competitors were running on fumes. The physical toll of the match was evident as they exchanged exhausted glares in the center of the ring.

Stone: Blake kicked out, and Goth can't believe it!

Blaze: There is gold on the line here, both of these men are leaving it all in that ring!

Just when it seemed like the match could go either way, the arena darkened once again, and a haunting melody filled the air. The crowd's attention shifted to the entrance ramp, where Belladonna Anderson emerged from the shadows. The atmosphere shifted, and a hush fell over the arena as she made her way down to ringside.

Stone: What the hell is this now?

Goth, unaware of Belladonna's presence, focused on his downed opponent. The Rebellion Championship was within his grasp, and victory seemed imminent. Belladonna, however, had other plans.

As Goth approached the ropes, Belladonna reached into her pocket and produced a canister of mace. The crowd erupted in shock as she sprayed the noxious substance directly into Goth's face. The enigmatic competitor staggered backward, clutching his face in agony as the crowd voiced their disbelief.

Seizing the opportunity, Blake capitalized on the distraction. He delivered a crushing knee strike, known as the "V-Trigger," that sent Goth stumbling back into the center of the ring. The crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and boos as Blake, incensed and fueled by the desire for revenge, delivered Dy-Nasty! (V Trigger)

Blaze: BOOM! He connected again! Goth is on dream street!

Stone: He has that wench wife of his to thank!

Goth crumpled to the mat, and Blake wasted no time going for the cover. The referee, momentarily bewildered by the sudden turn of events, slid into position.

"One!"

Stone: NO!

"Two!

Stone: KICK OUT! KICK OUT GOTH!

"Three!"

Stone: DAMNIT TO HELL!

DING DING DING

LEE MASTERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER...............AND NEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW XWF REBELLION CHAMPION............BLAKE ANNNNNNNDDDDDERRRRSOOONNNNN!

The bell rang, declaring Blake Anderson the new Rebellion Champion. The crowd's reactions were mixed, a combination of cheers and jeers echoing through the arena. Blake, victorious but visibly conflicted, clutched the Rebellion Championship in his hands.

Stone: DAMNIT! GOTH FOUGHT THE MATCH OF HIS LIFE AND BLAKE ANDERSON STOLE THE DAMN TITLE!

Blaze: I told you we'd see them again! I knew it!

Stone: Goth beat him at Halloween Havok, he had him beat here tonight! This is a travesty!

Belladonna, having made her presence felt, entered the ring and shared a tense moment with her husband. The two exchanged glances, the unspoken understanding between them apparent. The Rebellion Championship had been won, but the Andersons had not acted alone.

As the realization set in, the crowd's emotions reached a boiling point. The Dynasty, a force to be reckoned with in the wrestling world, had successfully stolen the Rebellion Championship with a calculated plan. The broadcast planning to cut to commercial, leaving the audience in suspense and speculation about the implications of this shocking turn of events.

The camera lingered on Blake and Belladonna in the ring, their expressions a mix of triumph and defiance. The Dynasty now held two titles, and the wrestling landscape had been forever altered by their audacious heist.

Blake and Belladonna held their respective titles over their heads in the center of the ring.

Stone: The landscape of the OCW has changed forever.......The Dynasty now holds a quarter of the singles gold in this damn company! And who the hell dimmed the lights earlier?! Something doesn't smell right here!

FADE OUT