OCW Presents: BATTLEGROUND Episode 3: 1/17/24

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

January 17th, 2024

LIVE From The Footprint Center, Phoenix, Arizona

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 Braddock

What are his thoughts going into the Pay Per View still World Champion? What is his outlook on OCW and the rest of this roster that so far has failed to de-throne him.

nterview with Destiny Michaels.

How does she feel about what happened to Belladonna at the hands of the Perfs? With Kyleigh out after the attack, does she plan to step up and help to stop these two women running roughshod? More about her marriage to former Elevate Champion Benjamin Maddox.

Interview with OCW Anarchy Champion Donnie Harris.

Plus MUCH more OCW action!

MATCHES:
Queen E & Mary Jane vs. Bad BB & SAMMY
NPC MATCH

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

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

 Owner/CEO Britlyn Baylor ADDRESSES THE OCW CROWD.......IN RING!

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Match 1:
"Daymare" Brooke Blakely vs. Belladonna Anderson (c)
Standard Match, One Fall to Finish

NON-TITLE
Option Two: 2 Roleplays with a 1,500 Word limit and 500 word buffer
Brooke's demeanor has taken a dark turn. Ever since SYNN left her high and dry to fend off her demons on her own, she has been a totally different person. Now, she has a chance to take out her darkness on arguably the most resilient woman on the roster, current Elevate Champion, Belladonna Anderson. Can the Daymare make her mark or has this personality change been all a facade? If Brooke can win, she puts herself in position for a title shot at Ashes to Ashes for a title of her choosing.



Match 2:
Diamond Rose vs. Goth
TKO Match
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
Diamond is making her return to OCW and is looking to shed some blood. Goth, the "Messiah of Pain" may like to feel pain just as much as he like to inflict it. This match will be a test of wills and pain tolerance as the only way to end this one is by referee stoppage. Who can inflict more punishment between these freaks of the night?

Match 3:
Blake Anderson (c) Vs. Jestyr Seryous
Standard Match, One Fall to Finish

NON-TITLE
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.)
The TiN$LeToWn TRoUBLe MaKeR is making his OCW debut. A household name in the wrestling world, this was a popular signing by Britlyn and her team. Confident in his ability, however, she isn't going to give him an easy match to pad stats. He will have to earn the rep he's gained other places, and will have to do it against arguably the toughest man on the roster, current Rebellion Champion, Blake Anderson.

Match 4:
Zephyr Draven vs. Leon Dread
Standard Match, One Fall to Finish
Option Two: 2 Roleplays with a 1,500 Word limit and 500 word buffer
This match was made completely at random. Leon is making his return, wrestling his first match since the REVIVAL Pay Per View in July. Zephyr has been part of Asylum for months, the group wrecking havoc on the company's upper card. Last week, he was banned from the arena for Nox's match against Leviathan. Now, he gets a random opponent as well with his partner not allowed inside, challenging their strength in numbers strategy. Is Asylum doomed or can they prove everyone wrong, again?

Match 5:

Donnie Harris (c) Vs. BRADDOCK (c)
Champ vs. Champ
Non-Title

Standard Match, One Fall to Finish

Battle for Bragging Rights
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.)

The battle for bragging rights between OCW's top two champions! Both of these men will be defending their titles at Ashes 2 Ashes, but both also are highly competitve and want to be the best OCW has to offer! They have faced off before, but now both get to do it as champions. They have also been tied together with the Asylum drama and the Toxicita turn, as well as Braddock holding the title that SYNN was stripped of. Donnie takes exception to that, and he looks to take it out on the cocky OCW champion. This is a battle for the ages on the go home show, and which of these two OCW juggernauts will claim fed superiority?




RP DEADLINE: MONDAY, JANUARY 15th, 11:59 PM EST



RESULTS: WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 17th

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

Battleground comes on the air with interviewer Taylor Mayde holding a microphone.

Taylor: I got a chance to speak to World Champion, BRADDOCK, before the show aired. I asked him, after everything he has been through, and going into a champion vs. champion match tonight versus Donnie Harris, if he is surprised he is still champion. He told me he isn't surprised he is still the Champ. The only people who were able to beat him did so via fluke and are nowhere to be seen now.

He almost feels like they don't deserve to work on His shows.......he then slammed the door in my face and wasn't available for further comment."

She smiles as she looks to her left.

Taylor: And joining me now is Destiny Michaels! Destiny! You had a strong opinion on 'The Perfs' and their savage attack last week on Belladonna and Kyleigh. You are planning to get yourself involved in this?

Destiny: The Perfs are bullies. I plan on stepping up and help Belladonna out. Mrs. Anderson really don't need to fight this alone."

Taylor: How is everything going with Benjamin? I have been told he is medically cleared to compete again, and that you two had a big day recently?!

Destiny: My marriage to my amazing Benjamin has been great, thank you so very much for asking. We got married on Christmas Day. Us getting married on that day, we gave each other a amazing gift to each other. My love has been working out so much and yes he is cleared..... he's waiting to be a champion again. I plan to be by his side. He's much more focused than ever. I do want to be a champion here at OCW too."

Just then, a hooded figure that towered over both women stepped onto frame. He stood there for a few moments before as the two women stared. He then gave a thumbs up to Destiny as he walked away, leaving both women confused.

Stone: Who the hell was that?

Blaze: Who the hell knows with this place?!

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8 pm eastern
7 pm central
6 pm mountain time
5 pm on the west coast!

LIVE From The Footprint Center, Phoenix, Arizona

DARK MATCHES: Bad BB & SAMMY defeat Queen E & Ego. 
Tressa Smyles vs. Jenny Kay ends in a time limit draw
Lylah Lionhart defeats Mary Jane

Stone: With Ashes to Ashes right around the corner, OCW is LIVE from PHOENIX! Stone Highmore here, along with Roland Blaze, and are you ready for the number cable television wrestling show three months running?!

Blaze: We have quite the card tonight, and with what happened on Front Line, a lot of questions to answer as well!

Stone: Questions, action, and more! Are you ready for OUTCAST CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING?!

LEE MASTERS: THIS MATCH IS SET FOR ONE FALL WITH A 15 MINUTE TIME LIMIT! INTRODUCING FIRST, FROM LAS VEGAS, NEVADA.....SHE IS THE OCW ELEVATE CHAMPION....BELLADONNA ANDERSON!



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. 

LEE MASTERS: AND HER OPPONENT, FROM HOUSTON, TEXAS, 'DAYMARE', BROOKE BLAKELY!


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

The opening moments saw both wrestlers circling each other, eyes locked with determination. Daymare Blakely, known for her unrelenting aggression, wasted no time, launching into a series of powerful strikes. Belladonna Anderson, however, showcased her agility, evading Blakely's attacks with a swift grace that left the audience in awe.

The back-and-forth nature of the match intensified as both competitors traded holds, counters, and near falls. Blakely's raw power clashed with Anderson's technical prowess, creating a compelling narrative inside the squared circle. The audience was treated to a display of athleticism and skill that kept them on the edge of their seats.

As the match progressed, it became evident that neither wrestler was willing to back down. Blakely, with her relentless aggression, tried to overpower Anderson, while Belladonna, with her cunning maneuvers, aimed to outsmart her opponent. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, appreciating the athleticism and dedication displayed by both women.

Just when it seemed like one of them would gain the upper hand, the atmosphere in the arena shifted dramatically. The entrance music of "The Perfs," Carley Black and Ariana Decker, blared through the speakers, sending shockwaves through the audience. The Perfs, who had been Belladonna's persistent tormentors in recent weeks, stormed down the ramp with malicious intent.

Stone: Here we go! These two didn't even let these ladies get settled in!

Blaze: At least they are coming down the traditional way, and not a sneak attack again!

The unexpected interference injected chaos into the match as The Perfs attacked both Blakely and Anderson, ruthlessly exploiting the vulnerability of the combatants. The referee, in a state of confusion, called for the bell, signaling the disqualification of the match due to outside interference.

The crowd erupted in boos as The Perfs continued their assault, reveling in the chaos they had created. The referee desperately tried to restore order, but the mayhem seemed unstoppable.

Stone: Well, a very good matchup here is going to end in disqualification, but I am more concerned about the safety of Belladonna and Brooke. We saw what these two did to Kyleigh Everhart!

Just when it appeared that Blakely and Anderson were at the mercy of their attackers, the arena shook with the entrance music of another formidable force.

Destiny Michaels, a respected veteran in the world of professional wrestling, charged down the ramp with a fiery determination.

Blaze: Here comes Destiny! She told us on Frontline she wasn't going to stand for this anymore!

The atmosphere shifted once again as Michaels entered the fray, evening the odds. The three women united against The Perfs, forming an alliance that sent shockwaves through the wrestling world.

The ring became a battleground as Destiny Michaels, Daymare Blakely, and Belladonna Anderson fought back against The Perfs. The tide turned, and the aggressors found themselves on the receiving end of a united front. The crowd, now on its feet, roared in approval as the trio fought off The Perfs, driving them out of the ring.

As The Perfs retreated up the ramp, snarling in frustration, Destiny Michaels, Daymare Blakely, and Belladonna Anderson stood tall in the center of the ring.

Stone: Who woulda thought we'd ever see these three together?! But by god here they are! 

Blaze: These three are standing tall and now they have the numbers advantage! An alliance in Phoenix!

Stone: As Ashes to Ashes looms closer, what the hell else will we see tonight?!

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We cut backstage where BRADDOCK is found performing a familiar routing; burpies. When he spots the camera he abruptly stops and sneers.

BRADDOCK: Donnie f(BLEEP!)kin Harris again… Again! How many times to I have to beat this damned goof?!

BRADDOCK punches the palm of his left hand while his head shakes in disgust.

BRADDOCK: I get it though, first show of the year, you got to main event it wit what you know will draw money. And the fans love watchin me beat his ass. Go take your piss and grab some nachos durin that panty waste, Zephyr's match so that you wont have to leave your seat and miss the felony assault I will be committing against dorkboy. Now, get the f(BLEEP!)k outta here, I ain’t finished gettin ready…

With that he pushes the camera out the door and slams it behind them.

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COMMERICAL BREAK

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Stone: We're back here in Phoenix, folks, and this one will not be for the weak of heart!



TKO

The intensity between them was palpable as they locked eyes, each knowing that this match would push their physical and mental limits.

The opening moments of the match saw both competitors circling each other, gauging their opponent's movements. Diamond Rose, with her agility and speed, darted in and out, attempting to strike first. However, Goth's imposing presence and calculated movements made him an elusive target, evading Rose's initial onslaught.

As the match progressed, the brutality escalated. Diamond Rose unleashed a barrage of strikes, combining powerful kicks and lightning-fast punches. Goth, unfazed by the assault, absorbed the punishment and retaliated with a series of devastating strikes of his own. The canvas echoed with the sounds of impact as the two competitors exchanged bone-crushing blows.

Goth seized control with a vicious Irish whip, sending Diamond Rose crashing into the turnbuckle. The impact reverberated through the arena, eliciting a collective gasp from the audience. Rose, however, demonstrated her resilience by rebounding with a stunning enzuigiri out of absolutely nowhere that caught Goth off guard. The crowd erupted in cheers as Diamond Rose seized the momentum.

The match spilled outside the ring, intensifying the brutality. Diamond Rose, fueled by determination, smashed Goth's head against the steel steps, leaving him momentarily dazed. The referee, struggling to maintain control, warned both competitors about the dangers of their unchecked aggression. The ringside area became a battleground as Rose and Goth continued to unleash a relentless assault on each other.

Back inside the ring, Diamond Rose showcased her aerial prowess with a jaw-dropping springboard moonsault. The impact connected, leaving Goth sprawled on the mat. The crowd erupted in cheers for Rose's incredible athleticism. Sensing an opportunity, Rose ascended the turnbuckle, ready to deliver a finishing blow.

However, the tide turned abruptly as Goth, displaying his uncanny resilience, sprang to his feet and intercepted Diamond Rose mid-air. With a thunderous powerbomb, he slammed Rose to the canvas, leaving her writhing in pain. The audience, caught between shock and awe, witnessed the pendulum of momentum swing in Goth's favor once again.

The camera pans to the top of the arena where a mostly empty skybox has one figure leaning back first against the balcony. A leather jacket and combed over black hair can be seen as the figure turns around.

Stone: IS THAT?!?!

Justin York stands staring down at the ring chewing gum with a huge smirk in his face. York appears to be staring a whole through goth from the farthest distance. He continues smacking his gum and watching intently as Goth gets back to work in the ring.

Blaze: IT IS! Justin York is here! But why?!

Stone: He's still under contract! We haven't seen him since Halloween but damnit he's back now!

The crowd is split between cheers and boos. Justin York throws his arms out like the cocky son of a bitch he is and soaks up all the energy in the arena.

Stone: In typical York fashion, he's stealing the spotlight. Everyone in here is looking at him and trying to snap a photo!

Blaze: ............Goth sees him, too.

Goth, after hitting a DDT on Rose, decides not to pin her. Instead, he grabs a chair and and folds it up, sliding back into the ring. He looks at York as he holds it above his head.

The violence escalated with each passing moment. The referee, now faced with a precarious situation, tried desperately to maintain order, but the chaos ensued. The chair found its mark as Goth ruthlessly attacked Diamond Rose, leaving her battered and bruised.

Diamond Rose, despite the punishment inflicted upon her, summoned a reserve of strength. With a sudden burst of energy, she fought back, countering Goth's onslaught with a jaw-dropping face buster onto the chair he just used to ravish her back. The arena erupted in cheers as Rose, battered but unbroken, attempted to turn the tide in her favor.

Stone: Never count this crazy broad out, Roland!

The match reached a crescendo as both competitors, visibly fatigued and battered, engaged in a grueling exchange of strikes and submission holds. The violence reached a level that left the audience on the edge of their seats, unsure of which competitor would emerge victorious.

Goth, relentless in his pursuit of dominance, unleashed a brutal series of knee strikes that left Diamond Rose reeling. The referee, closely monitoring the condition of both competitors, began to consider the safety of the participants. With a deep sense of responsibility, the official contemplated the potential risks of allowing the match to continue unchecked.

The turning point came when Diamond Rose, visibly struggling to defend herself, found herself trapped in Goth's devastating submission hold—an excruciating modified crossface that threatened to dislocate her shoulder. The pain etched across Rose's face was evident, and the referee, with a heavy heart, made the difficult decision to call for the bell, signaling the end of the match.


Stone: The ref has no choice here. This is roster safety. 

Blaze: She isn't gonna tap! She's tougher than that, but he may not be able to use her arm again after this!


The crowd fell silent as the referee declared Goth the winner by TKO.

LEE MASTERS: AND THIS WINNER OF THIS MATCH, BY TECHNICAL KNOCKOUT VIA REFEREE STOPPAGE......GOTTTTTTTTH!

Blaze: The referee is stopping this match, Stone. 

Stone: It's about damn time!

The decision was met with a mix of reactions—some cheered the victor, acknowledging the brutality of the contest, while others expressed concern for Diamond Rose's well-being.

Stone: Ugly scene here. We know these matches often have bad endings but it's never good to witness it live.

Blaze: A whole new level of brutality from Goth here tonight. It's like as soon as he realized York was here, a switch flipped. Unfortunately, at Diamond's expense.

Medical personnel rushed to the ring to attend to Diamond Rose, who lay motionless in the aftermath of the relentless onslaught. The image of the paramedics carefully assisting Rose out of the ring served as a stark reminder of the toll that such a brutal encounter could exact on the competitors. Goth stands in the corner, mesmerized by what he has done to her.

Stone: Unfortunate. Goth is trying to process what he just did here. 



York rolls his eyes into the back of his head and spits his gum out into the crowd before jumping the balcony and storming toward the ring and jumping the barrier.

Blaze: Uh oh.

York slides right into the ring and stand directly behind goth sizing him up. The crowd shrieks in suspense. Goth turns around and comes face to face with the original bad boy and is taken back.

Stone: Goth looks like he's seen a ghost! And we know he's no stranger to those!

York is talking shit as the two go nose to nose and begin shoving each other with their heads.

Blaze: These two have unfinished business. They are gonna throw down here, Stone!

Stone: Damnit, there is an injured woman in the ring, innocent medical personnel, can't this wait?!

Security hits the ring and splits the two apart before all mayhem breaks loose.

York spits across the ring and onto the boots of goth. The two are raring to go. York slides out of the ring screaming at goth "YOURE MINE YOU SON OF A BITCH!" suddenly boss lady Britlyn steps from behind the curtain to the top of the stage and has a microphone in hand.

Britlyn: "As everyone here in Phoenix can see, Justin York is still employed with Outcast Championship Wrestling. He needed some time to shoot some commericals and get a clothling line deal settled, but he is back. He is back and he clearly wants Goth. I am building a Pay Per View for the ages here, and I think I just found one of my Main Events!"

The crowd roars.

"That's right, at ASHES to ASHES from San Fransisco..........it's going to be the Original Bad Boy Justin York versus Goth........"

She smiles wickedly.

"And like the city of San Fransisco..........there are NO RULES. NO HOLDS BARRED.............

Anything goes."

The crowd roars as York smiles too. Goth, staying stoic, stares at him.

Stone: WOW! These two are going to rip each other apart in San Fransisco!

Blaze: Fitting.

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We see the door to the office that says "BAYLOR, BRITLYN". The camera's catch the door opening, and walking out is Dick Trickle! The crowd buzzes. He fixes his suit jacket, and walks away from the office.



DICK: We did it--well, I did it--big man!



He pats Colossus, who is standing off camera before it pans to him, on the shoulder.



DICK: "They aren't going to know what hit them this time."



The big man cracks his knuckles with an evil smirk, breathing heavily.


Stone: My god. Did Dick Trickle just work out a business deal?! Colosssus is back!



Blaze: Lord help us!



Standing behind them, by the loading docks, is the hooded figure from earlier. He watches as the two walk away, before leaving himself.




NEXT!

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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OCW comes back from commercial, and Jestyr is in the ring. He is staring straight ahead, focused.



Between the [0:00] and the [0:18] mark, the ring announcer begins to speak.



LEE MASTERS: From Las Vegas, Nevada accompanied by the OCW Elevate Champion Belladonna Anderson and Paul Sinclair... (The Dynasty enter onto the entrance stage) he is the NEW OCW Rebellion Champion...(They walk towards the ring) he is Blake Anderson!



At the ring, Blake slides under the bottom rope and into the ring as Belladonna walks up the ring steps. Blake opens the ropes for her. Paul makes his way up the ring steps and stands on the apron. The [3:54] music fades away and cheer and boo mixtures from the crowd is heard loudly.



Paul motions for the microphone as Belladonna embraces Blake and the two share a kiss.



Sinclair: You know, you almost had that introduction right but still not just right. It goes...ladies and gentlemen, by way of Las Vegas, Nevada stands before you two of the top talent OCW has to offer. The Elevate Champion Belladonna Anderson and her husband and your OCW Rebellion Champion and YOUR NEW OCW Rebellion Champion...Bad Ass Blake Anderson!

Stone: Here we go! Anxious to see this one! What does Jestyr have to bring to OCW here?!

The bell rang, signaling the beginning of what would be a grueling battle between the established champion and the ambitious newcomer. Jestyr, with an air of confidence, circled the ring, eyeing his opponent. The two Blakes locked up in the center, their strength evident as they jockeyed for position. Jestyr, a relative unknown in the wrestling world, was determined to make a statement against the Rebellion Champion.

The match kicked off with a series of technical exchanges, each competitor showcasing their prowess on the mat. Jestyr surprised the audience with his agility and quick transitions, countering Blake Anderson's initial attempts to assert dominance. The crowd, intrigued by the newcomer's skills, watched attentively as Jestyr demonstrated a unique blend of technical finesse and unorthodox maneuvers.

Blake Anderson, the seasoned Rebellion Champion, responded with a display of power and experience. He executed a flawless suplex that echoed through the arena, showcasing his mastery of classic wrestling techniques. The match, in its early stages, maintained a balanced pace, with both competitors eager to prove their mettle.

As the match progressed, Jestyr Seryous unleashed a barrage of strikes that caught the champion off guard. Blake Anderson, normally in control of his matches, found himself on the defensive as Jestyr's offensive onslaught intensified. The crowd erupted in cheers as Jestyr scored a series of near falls, coming within inches of dethroning the Rebellion Champion.

The ebb and flow of the match kept the audience on the edge of their seats. Jestyr's unpredictable style clashed with Blake Anderson's disciplined approach, creating a dynamic and compelling narrative inside the squared circle. The near falls added an element of suspense, as each pin attempt heightened the tension in the arena.

Blake Anderson, however, was not one to be easily rattled. Drawing from his experience as a champion, he weathered Jestyr's storm and retaliated with a devastating clothesline that sent the newcomer sprawling. The momentum shifted once again, as the Rebellion Champion asserted his dominance with a series of impactful moves.

Jestyr, displaying incredible resilience, absorbed the punishment and fought back with a burst of energy. The audience witnessed a back-and-forth exchange of strikes and high-impact maneuvers, each competitor refusing to yield. The match had evolved into a true test of skill, with the Rebellion Championship hanging in the balance.

The turning point came when Jestyr, seizing an opportune moment, executed a breathtaking springboard moonsault that left the audience in awe. The near fall that followed brought the crowd to its feet, as Jestyr Seryous demonstrated that he was not just a newcomer but a legitimate threat to the Rebellion Championship.

Stone: Blake may see his future flashing before his eyes here!

Blake Anderson, feeling the pressure, unleashed his signature moves in an attempt to put Jestyr away. However, the resilient challenger continued to kick out, displaying a level of determination that earned him the respect of the audience. The atmosphere in the arena reached a fever pitch as the match approached its climax.

In a shocking turn of events, Jestyr countered one of Blake Anderson's trademark moves and locked in a submission hold that had the champion visibly struggling. The crowd gasped as Jestyr, the newcomer, applied relentless pressure, threatening to force the Rebellion Champion to submit. Blake Anderson, known for his resilience, fought through the pain, desperately reaching for the ropes to break the hold.

Stone: Close call there!

Blaze: This is going to be a fight, for sure!

The drama in the ring intensified as Blake Anderson, with sheer determination, managed to escape the submission and regain control of the match. The audience, torn between supporting the reigning champion and the underdog newcomer, erupted in cheers as the tide turned once again.

With both competitors visibly fatigued, the match reached its climax. Jestyr, refusing to back down, launched a final offensive against Blake Anderson. The crowd witnessed a series of heart-stopping near falls, with Jestyr coming agonizingly close to securing the Rebellion Championship. The energy in the arena reached a crescendo as fans anxiously awaited the outcome.

Stone: I didn't know what to think coming into this, but this one truly could go either way!

Blaze: Hell yeah, Blake is in for a fight here!

The match progressed with a series of counter-wrestling sequences, each Blake Anderson trying to outmaneuver the other. Jestyr, displaying an impressive blend of speed and innovation, held his own against the established champion. The audience witnessed a dynamic contest where familiarity with one's own moveset became a strategic disadvantage.

The first significant moment occurred when Jestyr, seizing an opening, executed a jaw-dropping springboard crossbody that sent the Rebellion Champion sprawling. The near fall brought the crowd to its feet, signaling Jestyr's intent to make a statement in his debut match. The other Blake Anderson, observing from the corner, remained a silent but attentive presence.

The match transitioned into a striking battle, with each competitor trading blows in the center of the ring. Jestyr, showcasing a diverse array of kicks and strikes, proved to be a formidable adversary. The Rebellion Champion, however, responded with a powerhouse display, delivering thunderous chops and impactful punches.

As the back-and-forth nature of the match continued, Jestyr surprised everyone with a sudden roll-up, attempting to secure an early victory. The referee's hand slapped the canvas for a two-count, and the audience collectively held their breath. Jestyr's willingness to take risks and capitalize on unexpected opportunities demonstrated his determination to make an impact.

Blaze: This guy is unfraid, and that makes him dangerous! The ultimate risk taker, its like he doesn't care about his body!

The momentum swung once again as the Rebellion Champion unleashed a series of high-impact suplexes, showcasing his raw power. Jestyr, resilient and tenacious, absorbed the punishment and countered with a nimble DDT that left the audience in awe. The near falls continued to accumulate, creating a sense of unpredictability in the match.

Jestyr, sensing an opportunity, ascended the turnbuckle, ready to deliver a high-risk maneuver. The crowd erupted in anticipation as he soared through the air, connecting with a picture-perfect missile dropkick. The Rebellion Champion, stunned by the impact, found himself vulnerable to yet another pinning attempt. The referee's count reached two before Blake Anderson kicked out, displaying his championship resolve.

Stone: Kick out by Blake here, but a fast start for the new comer!

The match took a brutal turn when the Rebellion Champion, fueled by a surge of adrenaline, unleashed a series of vicious strikes that left Jestyr reeling. The crowd watched in amazement as Blake Anderson demonstrated his ability to shift the momentum with a relentless offensive onslaught. However, Jestyr, proving his resilience, fought back with an explosive burst of energy.

In a shocking turn of events, Jestyr executed a remarkable hurricanrana that sent the Rebellion Champion crashing to the mat. The audience gasped as Jestyr swiftly capitalized on the opportunity, securing another near fall. The count reached two, but Blake Anderson defiantly kicked out, refusing to let go of his championship aspirations.

As the match progressed, Jestyr continued to push the Rebellion Champion to the limit. The audience marveled at the back-and-forth action, with each near fall heightening the drama. Jestyr's unorthodox style clashed with Blake Anderson's disciplined approach, creating a captivating dynamic inside the squared circle.

Stone: I don't care who you are or what your hype is, Blake Anderson is a tough draw!

Blaze: He is a champion for a reason, Stone!

The turning point came when Jestyr, displaying his acrobatic prowess, executed a breathtaking springboard moonsault. The Rebellion Champion, caught off guard, found himself at the mercy of Jestyr's high-flying assault. The referee's hand came down for the three-count, but Blake Anderson managed to kick out just in the nick of time.

The audience, now fully invested in the drama unfolding before them, erupted in cheers and applause. Jestyr, despite facing an experienced champion, had proven himself as a worthy adversary. The Rebellion Champion, aware that he was in for the fight of his life, took a moment to collect himself in the corner.

The match reached its zenith as both competitors exchanged their most devastating moves. Jestyr, displaying remarkable strength, executed a spine-shivering powerbomb that left the Rebellion Champion writhing in pain. The near fall seemed to defy the laws of physics, as the crowd collectively gasped at the close call.

Stone: I don't think I have EVER seen Blake get manhandled like that!

Blaze: You haven't. 

Undeterred, Jestyr ascended the turnbuckle once again, ready to deliver the finishing blow. The Rebellion Champion, however, summoned his championship instincts and evaded Jestyr's aerial assault. In a lightning-fast sequence, Blake Anderson seized control and executed a powerful spinebuster that shook the ring.

Stone: I felt the arena shake there! I swear to god that broke his back!

The Rebellion Champion, with a fierce determination in his eyes, signaled for the end. Jestyr, barely able to stand, found himself on the receiving end of Blake Anderson's signature move—Dy-Nasty, a devastating V-Trigger knee strike that had put away numerous opponents. The impact echoed through the arena as Jestyr collapsed to the mat.

Blake covers.

One!





Two!









Three----JESTYR GETS A SHOULDER UP!


Stone: HE KICKED OUT!

Blaze: I don't believe it!

Stone: Blake HAS to be wondering what it is going to take to keep the clown down!


Blake can't believe it. Belladonna on the outside can't believe it. Sinclair can't believe it.



He picks Jes up. The clown has blood running from his mouth and signals Blake to "bring it."



In a last-ditch effort, Blake Anderson summoned his strength and executed his devastating finishing move, Dy-Nasty (V-Trigger) AGAIN.

Stone: ANOTHER ONE!

Blaze: That's gotta be it!

The arena shook as the Rebellion Champion made the cover, and the referee's hand slapped the canvas for the three count.


ONE!






TWO!















THREE!!!!

Ding ding ding. 

LEE MASTERS: AND YOUR WINNER..........OCW REBELLION CHAMPION.........BLAKE ANDERSON!

Stone: What an effort from Jestyr!

Blaze: He's got a bright future here!

Jestyr rolls out of the ring as Blake, his wife Belledonna (the Elevate Champion), and Sinclair stand in the ring. The two hold their belts high as Blake looks at Jestyr, now standing on the ramp, nodding subtly in a notion of respect.

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The hooded figure, a massive man, is walking backstage. His head is down, so to not reveal his face. He moves at a slow pace, as if taking everything in. Thinking.



Stone: Who the hell is this guy?! He's been all over the show tonight and nobody knows who he is?! How did he get into the building?!



He walks off screen, paying no mind to the camera at all.

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CHAMP vs. CHAMP
The Battle for Bragging Rights!

“You’ll be CRYIN’ LIKE A BITCH!”



Stone: Here we go!

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 roaring crowd filled the arena with a cacophony of anticipation, eager for the monumental clash between the Anarchy Champion, Donnie Harris, and the OCW World Champion, Braddock. The air was thick with excitement as the two powerhouses stood across the ring from each other, the tension palpable. With titles on the line, the stakes couldn't be higher as the bell rang, signaling the beginning of a monumental wrestling match.

Blaze: The Anarchy Champ looks poised, focused. This is the battle for bragging rights and who gets to say they truly are the best on this roster!

Stone: Britlyn out did herself with this one!




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 Aggie on his heels. He stops at the top of the ramp and looks across the crowd while Aggie stands just behind him, smirking with malice over his left shoulder.



LEE MASTERS: “Making his way to the ring, accompanied by his wife, Aggie! 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 Aggie 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.

The opening moments saw both champions locking eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. The audience, on the edge of their seats, awaited the clash of these titans. Donnie Harris, with an imposing stature and an air of anarchy about him, circled Braddock, the OCW World Champion known for his raw power and unyielding resilience.


Stone: Both of these men are so evenly matched. It's scary the power in that ring right now!


The lock-up was a display of brute strength, each man vying for control. The ring shook with the force as they jockeyed for position, muscles bulging under the strain. Braddock, with a sudden burst of power, managed to push Donnie Harris into the ropes, setting the tone for a match that promised to be physically intense.


The clash intensified as both champions showcased their raw power. Donnie Harris delivered a thunderous clothesline that sent Braddock sprawling, but the World Champion quickly recovered, countering with a devastating spinebuster that echoed through the arena. The crowd erupted in cheers for the back-and-forth display of sheer strength.


Blaze: And they are no strangers to each other. It is like each one knows what is coming from the other before it comes. 

Stone: The battle of our top two champions and you couldn't ask for anything better!


The match spilled outside the ring, adding an extra layer of chaos. Braddock, seizing the opportunity, drove Donnie Harris into the steel steps with a resounding impact. The audience winced as the Anarchy Champion bore the brunt of the assault. Braddock, with a look of determination, rolled Harris back into the ring, ready to capitalize on his advantage.


Back inside the ring, the ebb and flow continued. Donnie Harris, known for his resilience, absorbed Braddock's punishing strikes and fought back with a barrage of his own. The canvas became a battleground as the two champions traded punches, kicks, and power moves. Each near fall raised the anticipation, with the crowd hanging on every shot.


A pivotal moment came when Braddock attempted to execute his signature powerbomb, only for Donnie Harris to counter with a jaw-dropping reverse, into a swinging neck breaker. The crowd erupted in disbelief at the agility displayed by the Anarchy Champion. The match had become a showcase of not only power but also unexpected athleticism.

Stone: And we haven't even had a pinfall yet! These two are just trying to beat the hell out of each other!


As the match reached its midpoint, both champions sought to gain the upper hand with high-impact sequences. Braddock, unleashing his arsenal of power moves, slammed Donnie Harris with a series of suplexes that left the Anarchy Champion reeling. The OCW World Champion seemed on the verge of asserting dominance.



However, Donnie Harris, fueled by the spirit of anarchy, fought back with a sudden burst of energy. A thunderous superkick caught Braddock by surprise, sending him sprawling to the mat. The crowd erupted in cheers as Harris seized the opportunity to go for the cover, but Braddock kicked out at two, showcasing his resilience.

Blaze: Literal edge of your seats here, and the crowd in Phoenix is loving it!

Stone: This is a Pay Per View Main Event right here on Battleground!


The match took a psychological turn as both champions sought to wear down their opponent mentally. Donnie Harris, known for his mind games, taunted Braddock with a defiant smirk. The Anarchy Champion targeted Braddock's arm, attempting to weaken the powerhouse's ability to execute his devastating power moves.



Braddock, however, responded with a display of mental fortitude, shrugging off the pain and delivering a bone-crushing lariat that turned the tide once again. The crowd witnessed the seesaw battle, each champion refusing to yield an inch. Every near fall, every submission attempt, added to the suspense in the arena.


As the match entered its final act, a sense of desperation permeated the air. Donnie Harris, seeking to secure his victory, unleashed a series of vicious kicks and strikes. Braddock, fighting against the pain, retaliated with a thunderous powerbomb that left the Anarchy Champion gasping for breath.


Quick cover.

Donnie gets a shoulder up at two and a half.


The audience watched in awe as the champions pushed themselves beyond their limits. Donnie Harris, with a relentless tenacity, kicked out of a second powerbomb attempt. The crowd erupted in cheers, appreciating the heart and determination on display. Braddock, frustrated but determined, pondered his next move. It came in the form of a lariat that nearly turned Braddock inside out. 

Cover.

One

Two

Stone: THE CHAMP GETS A SHOULDER UP!

Blaze: You could say that about both!


The climax of the match arrived as both champions, battered and bruised, engaged in a final exchange of blows. Donnie Harris, summoning the spirit of anarchy, delivered a series of knee strikes that left Braddock dazed. With a sudden burst of energy, Harris hoisted Braddock onto his shoulders, setting up for his finishing move—


The crowd held its collective breath as Donnie Harris executed the Anarchy Slam, driving Braddock into the canvas with bone-jarring impact. The referee's hand came down for the three count, and the bell rang, declaring Donnie Harris the winner. The arena erupted in a deafening ovation as the Anarchy Champion celebrated his hard-fought victory.





The post-match scene was one of mutual respect and acknowledgment. Donnie Harris, having overcome the challenge of the OCW World Champion, extended a hand to Braddock. The two champions, each having pushed the other to the limit, shared a nod of appreciation for the battle they had just waged.

As the victorious Anarchy Champion raised his title in triumph, the crowd showered both competitors with cheers. The spectacle had been one of epic proportions—a clash of two titans, each leaving an indelible mark on the annals of professional wrestling. The audience left the arena with memories of a contest that had lived up to the hype, a match that showcased the heart, skill, and resilience of champions.

Stone: Great moment here between two gladiators! Two men who are going to lead OCW into the future!

Blaze: Sportsmanship at its finest! The representation of a champion by both men! Going into Ashes to Ashes, we have a hell of a title division, that's for sure!

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FEBRUARY 18th, 2024
ORACLE ARENA
SAN FRANSISCO, CA

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Back stage, Donnie Harris is seen packing up his rental car and leaving. He has a triumphant smirk on his face. As soon as he gets into the car and the engine starts, the camera cuts to BRADDOCK leaving the arena with his duffel bag over his shoulder and a tall boy in his hand. Just as he is getting to the doors, he passes an office in the back of the arena with a big plate glass window. Just then, he is struck from behind with a crowbar. He drops to the ground, spilling his beer.

Konstantine steps onto the screen, along with a hooded man wearing a mask. They go to town on the champion with the crowbar before Kon steps onto the screen.

KON: You thought I was gone, huh?! You thought this was over?! You sad sack of shit! You're a fraud, Braddock. You've always been a fraud. And my friend here, he thinks he would look better with that title around his waist! You're going to give him a title match at the Pay Per View, yes?

He hauls off and kicks Braddock in the ribs.

Braddock spits on him.

Braddock: FUCK YOU

Kon laughs, and the hooded man takes his knees out with the crowbar. Kon catches him as he drops......

AND THROWS HIM THROUGH THE PLATEGLASS WINDOW

The two stare at the bloody champion as medics and backstage crew rush to the scene.



Britlyn: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?! GO! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, NOW, BEFORE I CALL PHOENIX PD!



Kon smirks as they walk away.



Medic: Braddock....Braddock, champ....stay with me, help is on the way. CALL THAT AMBULENCE! Stay with me....





Standing, off in the distance, is the other hooded man, shaking his head.