OCW Presents: BATTLEGROUND Episode 4: 1/31/24

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

January 31st, 2024
LIVE From The KIA Forum in Inglewood, California

PRE SHOW: 7 pm Eastern
4 PM Pacifiv
MAIN SHOW: 8 PM Eastern
                   5 PM Pacific




Battleground Pre-Show:

On Commentary: Fletcher St. James, Paris London

Recap of last week and storylines as we head into ASHES 2 ASHES 
THIS IS THE GO-HOME SHOW FOR THE COMPANIES SECOND-LARGEST PPV!

Interview with Anarchy Champion Donnie Harris about what happened last week to Braddock after the show went off the air. Was he involved? Who is the masked man who helped Konstantine? 

What are his thoughts going into the Pay Per View still Anarchy Champion? What is his outlook on OCW and the rest of this roster that so far has failed to de-throne him after taking the title off of Alexandra Calaway?

What is the status of the injury on OCW Fight4 Champion Toxicita? Will she be back in time for the Pay Per View? 

Dick Trickle issues and open challenge.

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 Rebellion Champion Blake Anderson.

Plus MUCH more OCW action!

MATCHES:
Mary Jane vs. Queen E
NPC MATCH

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

Adam Gatner (w/Apollo Nighthawk) vs. Cletus The Bum
Option Three: 1 Roleplay with 1,000 Word limit and 500 word buffer

 Owner/CEO Britlyn Baylor ADDRESSES THE OCW CROWD.......IN RING!
STATE OF THE COMPANY ADDRESS, DON'T MISS IT!

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8 PM Eastern
5 PM Pacific

Match 1:
Colossus vs. 'Daymare' Brooke Hernandez-Blakely
Submission Match
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 dangerous man on the roster. Colossus makes his return, pissed off about losing his title and his undefeated streak to Toxicita back at Texas Chainsaw Massacre. The big man was forced to tap for the first time EVER by a woman a quarter his size. With the Fight4 champ out with a hand injury she suffered during that match, Brooke is the next blonde in line. Colossus sees her as Tox, and wants to take out his frustrations. Can the Daymare prove that blondes really do do it better?

Match 2:
Goth vs. Benjamin Maddox
Standard Match, One Fall to Finish
15 Minute Time Limit
Number One Contendership to the Elevate Title
Justin York on Commentary
Option Two:2 Roleplays with a 1,500 Word limit and 500 word buffer
Goth has been impressive, to say the least. His quest for a title is within reach, if he can get by the returning Benjamin Maddox, who had the companies longest run as Elevate Champion to date. Goth has a primetime battle with Justin York at Ashes to Ashes, after being called out last week on Battleground, but after that, if he were to win here, he would have his Elevate Title shot in his back pocket. If Benjamin wins, he is put in an interesting position. His wife, Destiny, has newly aligned herself with Belladonna Anderson, the Elevate Champion currently, and formed a friendship. If Maddox can win, will it cause a rift in his personal/professional life?

Match 3:
"The Perfs" vs. Belladonna Anderson and Destiny Michaels
Tag Match, Winner Entered into Tag Team Title Match
Option Two: 2 Roleplays with a 1,500 Word limit and 500 word buffer
The Perfs have been making life very difficult for Belladonna and company as of late. The two women who have turned completely evil are on a mission to prove themselves as legit contenders in OCW. Now, they have their shot. If they can do what they've been doing, and beat Destiny and Belladonna, they have a shot to hoist the gold here. It's time to put their money where their mouth is.

Match 4:

KROW vs. Je$tyr Seryous
2 out of 3 falls
#1 Contender for the Fight4 Championship
Option Four Alternate: 1 RP a piece, unlimited words.
*If both contenders wish to do a second, and is agreed upon by both parties, then they can*
The TiN$LeToWn TRoUBLe MaKeR impressed OCW management in his first match, pushing Rebellion Champ Blake Anderson further than he's been pushed in a long time. KROW, whose made his name around the wrestling world, isn't a rookie as much as he is a new face here. When Toxicita returns from injury, she will need an opponent to defend her belt against. It will be one of these two men. Who has what it takes?

Match 5:
'Gunbarrel' Grae Westfield vs. Blake Anderson (c)
Tables, Ladders, Chairs
NON-TITLE
Option Two: 2 Roleplays with a 1,500 Word limit and 500 word buffer
This match was made completely at random, AGAIN. Blake faced off against newcomer Je$tyr Seryous last week and was taken to the limit. This week, he takes on another high-ceiling new comer with something to prove. Can Blake continue to be the gatekeeper for OCW, or will there be a crack in the armor of the Dynasty for the first time?
Match 6:
Donnie Harris (c) Vs. "Casino Kid" Justin York
Non-Title
York Becomes Number One Contender For the Anarchy Title IF He wins
Standard Match, One Fall to Finish
Option one: 2 Roleplays at a 2,000 Word limit and 500 word buffer
Donnie won the battle for bragging rights last week against World Champion Braddock. Shortly thereafter, Braddock was savagely attacked by Konstantine and a masked man. Donnie was shown smirking shortly before leaving the arena. Did he have anything to do with it? Justin York came back after his endorsement deal and immediately called out Goth. Those two do battle at Ashes 2 Ashes. If Goth wins his match, he becomes number one contender for the Elevate Title. If York can beat the top active champion in the company right now, he becomes number one contender for the Anarchy Belt. If both man stand on business, and get a victory tonight, it makes things very interesting for their match at A2A.....but Donnie is sure to be chomping at the bit to shut Justin York up. 



RP DEADLINE: MONDAY, JANUARY 29th, 11:59 PM EST
RESULTS: WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 31st

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

The scene opens in the dimly lit parking lot of the Outcast Championship Wrestling (OCW) arena. A sleek black car pulls up, and the door swings open revealing Damage, an imposing figure with a stoic expression. He steps out, the crowd immediately hushing as they catch sight of him. The atmosphere changes, and whispers spread through the air as the other wrestlers and staff members glance at him with a mix of curiosity and caution. He is all in Suit like a professional fighter.


Stone Highmore: We're live in Inglewood California, folks and there is a man who just entered the OCW space bubble who some of you may know.

Roland Blaze: Are you kidding?! Everyone will know! But the question is, why is HE here?!

As Damage walks through the parking lot, the camera captures the intense focus in his eyes. He strides purposefully, his presence casting a shadow over those around him along with the whispers from others. Wrestlers and crew members part like the Red Sea as he moves through the corridors, the staffs stop mid-conversation to watch him pass, and the wrestlers exchange nervous looks. Damage moves with purpose, his presence commanding attention as he smirks at those who dare to make eye contact. each step echoing with authority. The locker room doors open briefly as he passes, giving glimpses of astonished faces as they witness the arrival of the untamed demon.

Roland Blaze: Clearly the locker room knows this man!

Stone Highmore: It looks like he's coming this way!


Cut to the corridors inside the arena. The walls are adorned with posters of past OCW events, and the sound of chatter and excitement fills the air. Damage continues his walk, now surrounded by the curious gaze of fellow wrestlers. Some give him nods of acknowledgment, while others eye him with a mix of curiosity and caution.

Stone: He's going to see the boss!


Blaze: Never a bad idea!


The camera follows Damage through the corridors, capturing the reactions of the OCW talent. As he approaches the locker room designated for CEO Britlyn Baylor, the tension in the air becomes palpable. Wrestlers part ways, creating a path for the untamed demon to pass through. He reaches the door and knocks firmly before entering. The camera travels inside the office locker room, Britlyn Baylor, the CEO of OCW, stands behind her desk. She wears a confident smile as Damage enters. They lock eyes for a moment before Damage extends his hand, and Britlyn meets it with a firm handshake.

Britlyn Baylor: “Welcome to Outcast Championship Wrestling, Mr. Damage. We've been watching your career, and I must say, your reputation precedes you. We believe you have the potential to be a game-changer here.”

Damage smirks, a silent acknowledgment of his own abilities.

Damage: “I appreciate the opportunity, Ms. Baylor. I'm here to make an impact.”

Britlyn gestures towards the chairs in front of her desk, and Damage takes a seat. Britlyn emphasizes the need for him to prove himself in the ring, starting from the bottom.

Britlyn Baylor: "Let's get one thing straight, Mr. Damage. OCW is where the best of the best compete. We are trying to build a legacy here even larger than the original. THIS OCW is a place where talent rises to the top. You'll have to earn your stripes here. You may have a reputation, but you start from the bottom here. No special treatment."

Damage's smirk fades slightly, but he nods in agreement.

Damage: "I'm not afraid of earning my place."

Britlyn leans forward, sliding a contract across her desk. The cameras capture the intensity of the moment as Damage reads through the terms. They engage in a brief discussion about expectations and commitments.

Britlyn Baylor: (smirking) "I have a feeling you'll make quite the impact here. Starting from the bottom will only make your ascent more spectacular."

Damage takes a moment, scanning the documents before confidently picking up the pen and signing his name. The ink on the contract signifies a new chapter in Damage's career and OCW's history. The camera slowly cuts away from the office locker room, transitioning to the ringside area where the commentators discuss the arrival of Damage in OCW.

Stone: Well, folks, it looks like we have a new payer in the OCW arena. Damage, The Untamed Demon has officially signed with the company, and it seems like he's ready to make a mark.

Blaze: Absolutely! This is a game-changer. The OCW landscape is about to get a whole lot more intense. We can only wonder what kind of chaos Damage will bring to the ring.

The camera pans to the ring, capturing the anticipation building among the audience as they await the arrival of the untamed demon in the squared circle.

Brought to you by the official OCW Sponsor:

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OCW PROGRAMMING PRESENTS:
January 31st, 2024
LIVE From The KIA Forum in Inglewood, California



PRE SHOW: 7 pm Eastern
4 PM Pacific
MAIN SHOW: 8 PM Eastern
5 PM Pacific

DARK MATCHES: Queen E def. Mary Jane
Lylah Lionhart def. Lucy Sixx
Adam Gatner (w/Apollo Nighthawk) def. Cletus The Bum

Stone: With Ashes to Ashes right around the corner, OCW is LIVE from INGLEWOOD! 15 thousand strong are roaring and ready as the hottest new commodity in the wrestling business is starting to cook! Stone Highmore here, along with Roland Blaze, and are you ready for the number cable television wrestling show three months running?! We've already signed Damage at the top of the broadcast, what else can be in store tonight?!

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

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








Stone: Looks like we're gonna be joined by the BOSS here! 

Blaze: Whenever you hear that music, you know whats up!

Britlyn walks out onto the stage to a raucous crowd in Inglewood. She has a big smile on her face.



Britlyn: How about this?!!!!! The final Battleground before Ashes 2 Ashes, and it sounds like 15 thousand people are excited!  I said from the moment I took over OCW that I would keep the legacy that Will and Tamika worked so hard to build alive. I would give you the best matches, the best atmosphere, the best commentary......I would be everything that so many wrestling companies today are not.



Since we opened in July, many names have come and gone. Some were here for a time. Some were one-offs. Some where trying to make their mark, some were well-established. I always wanted to hire from within, I always wanted to have my small group of outcasts who would rise up against the mold when nobody told us we could. In fact, nearly everyone told us we would fail.



We almost did.



But I have never been the qutting type---can't say the same about SOME people who've graciously accepted paychecks with my name on them-- and despite everyone hoping to see our downfall I turned it on its ear and gave a giant middle finger to the doubters.



WE ARE HERE, WE ARE OUTCASTS!



I want to thank everyone who continued to buy tickets, merch, pay per views......to come the arena's night in and night out. I tried to build something special........and I think we have succeeded.



However, I am a business woman. It would be foolish of me to think that I could let the wrestling world pass me by while I stayed isolated with a handfull of misfits.......So I used my connections and I secured some BIG names for Ashes to Ashes. You all saw Damage at the top of the show. HE'S HERE! You've seen Jestyr Seryous. I signed KROW. I went and got a new up-and-comer named Grae Westfield...........



I have signed perhaps the biggest Main Event and co-Main Event in the industry today........as well as a hot commodity that is on his way to the arena as we speak. I have secured the SMASHED event, dedicated to the late SMASH, to be broascast on OCW television. I have exclusive rights to PWA programming, and many of our stars will be performing at Technical Difficulties 2 put on by Strader and Co. I have made sure that OCW will continue to flourish in the future, and give you some of the biggest matches and best action in wrestling today. I have walked, driven, jet set. Hotels, trains, hottubs, cigar bars, even some seedy strip club negotiations but when this card is released you'll know............OCW is here to stay.



So to everyone out there who had anything to say...............I just have one simple message........



Keep hatin'."



She drops the mic with a smile as the crowd pops.



Stone: WOW! A little swag from the CEO!



Blaze: She loosened up that corporate button up and let the bra show a little, if you know what I mean! Britlyn is on fire right now!

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OCW camera's cut back stage to where we see the cloaked man from last, walking slowly through the backstage area. He appears to be deep in thought. 

Stone: Which one is that? WHO is that?!

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Goth can be seen backstage, preparing for his match when noticing the camera.

Goth: Another day, another soul to be hurt in order to be healed. I hope you are ready to get face to face with the Messiah of Pain Maddox. Because it will be your final memory.

With that he places his hand on the camera to end the shot

Blaze: A man of few words.

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Taylor Mayde is holding a mic, standing outside the ER entrance of a hospital. She looks into the camera with a serious expression.

Taylor: [clears throat] Hello, OCW Universe. This is Taylor Mayde reporting live from outside the hospital where BRADDOCK, our OCW champion, is currently being treated for severe head and torso trauma.

[Taylor takes a deep breath, her eyes showing genuine concern.]

Taylor: I'm not able to go inside as per hospital regulations, but I can tell you that Braddock underwent surgery to stop the internal bleeding he sustained from the attack last week.

[An ambulance siren wails in the distance, the sound mixing with the hospital's steady hum.]

Taylor: The doctors have done what they can, but it’s a waiting game now. There’s a chance—unfortunately—that he may not make it to ASHES 2 ASHES at all, let alone to defend The OCW World Heavyweight Championship.

Taylor: [voice trembling] Many in the OCW universe are sending their thoughts and prayers, hoping for Braddock's recovery. He's not just a champion in the ring but a symbol of strength and resilience for all of us.

[The hospital doors swing open, and a doctor rushes out, looking tense and focused.]

Taylor: I can only hope that Braddock pulls through and gets back to doing what he does best—

[Inside the hospital, a muffled scream breaks the air, sending shivers down Taylor's spine.]

Taylor: [closing her eyes for a moment] We'll keep you updated as we pray for Braddock's recovery. This is Taylor Mayde, reporting live from outside the hospital in Phoenix, AZ. Back to you in the studio.

[Taylor looks back at the hospital entrance, her eyes reflecting the worry that weighs heavy on her heart. She turns off the camera, her shoulders slumping with the weight of the situation.]

[After a brief pause, Taylor takes a deep breath and straightens her posture, steeling herself for what comes next.]

Taylor: [to herself] Hang in there, Braddock. We’re all rooting for you.

[Taylor closes her eyes and lets out a long, heartfelt sigh, the sound echoing through the quiet night.]


[The camera pans out, revealing the hospital looming in the background, its lights casting a solemn glow against the dark sky.]

[The scene fades to black.]

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LEE MASTERS: THIS MATCH IS SET FOR ONE FALL WITH A 20 MINUTE TIME LIMIT! INTRODUCING FIRST, FROM HOUSTON, TEXAS.....SHE IS "DAYMARE", BROOKE BLAKELY!

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. 

Stone: Brooke is a changed woman since SYNN left. She has a totally different demeanor, its like you don't even recognize her anymore.

Blaze: Well, she has her hands full tonight, because she's got the monster.........



LEE MASTERS: AND HER OPPONENT, STANDING 6 FOOT 5 INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING 450 POUNDS, FROM VAN METER IOWA, HE IS "THE VAN METER MONSTER", COLOSSSSSUUUSSSS!

The raucous roar of the crowd filled the arena. The atmosphere was electric, charged with anticipation as the audience knew they were about to witness a clash of titans. Colossus, the mountain of a man, stood imposingly in one corner, his massive frame casting a shadow over the ring. On the opposite side, 'Daymare' Brooke Hernandez-Blakely paced back and forth, her eyes focused and determined.

The bell rang, and the match was underway. Brooke wasted no time, lunging at Colossus with a fierce series of kicks and punches. The agility and speed of the 'Daymare' contrasted sharply with Colossus' sheer size and power. Despite the odds, Brooke managed to hold her own, dodging the giant's attempts to grab her and landing precise strikes.

Colossus, however, remained unyielding, absorbing Brooke's offensive onslaught. He caught one of her kicks mid-air, lifting her effortlessly before slamming her to the canvas with a thunderous powerbomb. The impact reverberated through the arena, eliciting gasps from the audience. Colossus towered over Brooke, his eyes gleaming with dominance.

Stone: This isn't even fair, really. Why does he keep getting booked against 100 pound women?

Blaze: He lost to one....

Stone: Toxicita is an anomaly, and she's the champ for a reason.

As Brooke groaned on the mat, Colossus seized the opportunity to unleash his devastating strength. He hoisted her up like a ragdoll, effortlessly tossing her across the ring. The 'Daymare' crashed into the steel cage, momentarily dazed by the impact. Colossus closed in, relentless in his pursuit of dominance.

But Brooke refused to back down. She fought through the pain, using the cage as leverage to climb back to her feet. With a burst of resilience, she launched herself at Colossus, catching him off guard with a tornado DDT. The crowd erupted in cheers as Brooke momentarily gained the upper hand.

Stone: Trying to mount something, anything here!

The tide of the match shifted, with Brooke now in control. She targeted Colossus' legs, aiming to weaken the giant. Swift kicks and knee strikes found their mark, causing the colossal figure to stagger. Brooke seized the opportunity, locking Colossus in a kneebar, attempting to wear down his formidable limbs.

Colossus grimaced in pain, his massive hands clenching into fists. Despite the agony, he refused to submit. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, witnessing the unexpected turn of events. Colossus strained against the submission hold, his immense strength battling Brooke's technical prowess.

Stone: She's got it locked in! A page out of the champs playbook! This is the move that beat him at Halloween Havok!

As the minutes passed, the ebb and flow of the match intensified. Colossus managed to power out of the kneebar, showcasing his resilience. The two competitors exchanged fierce strikes, each refusing to give an inch. The ring shook with every impactful move, creating a seismic atmosphere within the ring.

The turning point came when Colossus caught Brooke mid-air, transitioning seamlessly into a devastating spinebuster.

Blaze: Earthquake, Los Angeles!

The 'Daymare' writhed in pain, her body contorted from the sheer force of the impact. Colossus, with a predatory glint in his eyes, signaled the beginning of the end.

The giant hoisted Brooke onto his shoulders, preparing to execute a crushing powerbomb. However, Brooke exhibited a last-ditch effort, countering with a stunning enziguri that sent Colossus crashing into the corner. The crowd erupted into cheers, recognizing the display of resilience from the 'Daymare.'

Despite her valiant efforts, Brooke couldn't ignore the toll the match had taken on her. She staggered to her feet, breathing heavily as she surveyed the downed Colossus. Seizing the opportunity, Brooke made her way to the giant's legs, locking in a sharpshooter submission.

The arena buzzed with excitement as Brooke torqued Colossus' legs, applying immense pressure to his lower back. The giant grimaced, his colossal frame writhing in agony. The crowd rallied behind the 'Daymare,' chanting her name in a collective wave of support.

Stone: She's got him again!

Colossus, however, refused to succumb easily. The giant strained against the sharpshooter, muscles bulging as he attempted to power out of the excruciating hold. The struggle between the two competitors reached a fever pitch, each refusing to relent in the face of adversity.

As the submission hold persisted, it became evident that Colossus was on the verge of tapping out. The crowd's anticipation reached a crescendo, eager to witness the seemingly impossible. Colossus' hand hovered over the mat, fingers trembling as he contemplated the ultimate act of surrender. Dick Trickle yelled at him from the outside to top being a pussy.

Dick reaches through the ropes and slaps Colossus across the face. This seems to wake the big man up.

Just when it seemed victory was within Brooke's grasp, Colossus summoned a reserve of strength from deep within. With a guttural roar, he pushed through the pain, managing to shift his weight and reverse the sharpshooter. The sudden turn of events caught Brooke off guard as Colossus now applied the submission hold to her.

Stone: That slap has awoken the sleeping giant, and its not good for Ms. Blakely!

The 'Daymare' screamed in pain as Colossus torqued her back with unrelenting force. The cheers of the crowd turned to gasps of concern, witnessing the valiant Brooke on the receiving end of her own devastating submission hold. The atmosphere inside the ring became tense, the audience unsure of how much more either competitor could endure.

Colossus, fueled by a sadistic determination, intensified the pressure on the sharpshooter. Brooke's face contorted in anguish, the pain coursing through her body. Despite her best efforts, the 'Daymare' found herself on the brink of submission, the giant's sheer strength overpowering her.

Blaze: He's gonna rip her in half, Stone! She is literally going to be two pieces, waist up and waist down here!

With a heavy heart, Brooke reluctantly tapped out, signaling her surrender to the overwhelming might of Colossus. The bell rang, ending the match, but the grim reality set in. The victorious giant stood tall over his fallen opponent, a testament to his dominance in the ring.

DING DING DING

LEE MASTERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, BY SUBMISSION, COLOSSSSSUSSSS!

Stone: That's about all she could do there! Brooke fought hard but the odds were against her from jump street!

However, the ordeal was far from over. As the bell echoed through the arena, Colossus refused to release the sharpshooter, a chilling disregard for the rules and sportsmanship. The cheers of the crowd turned into a cacophony of boos as Colossus continued to torque Brooke's back, the 'Daymare' now helpless in his grasp.

Stone: Damnit break the hold!

Blaze: I told ya! He's gonna break her in two!

Desperation set in as Brooke pleaded for mercy, her cries echoing through the arena. The OCW staff rushed to the ring, attempting to intervene and enforce the rules. Yet, Colossus remained obstinate, his vice-like grip on the sharpshooter unwavering.

Stone: DAMNIT BREAK THE HOLD YOU'RE GONNA KILL THE POOR GIRL!

The scene devolved into chaos as referees and security struggled to pry Colossus away from his brutal assault. The once-celebrated victory now tainted by the giant's refusal to abide by the basic principles of competition. The crowd's boos intensified, creating a hostile atmosphere within the arena.

A snap sound was heard, Brooke went limp.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Colossus relinquished the hold. Brooke lay broken and battered in the center of the ring, her spirit crushed by the merciless onslaught. The paramedics rushed to tend to her injuries, the crowd's anger palpable as they witnessed the aftermath of Colossus' sadistic display.

Stone: He may have just broken her back. 

Blaze: Something popped, I heard it even over her screaming.

The once-thriving arena now held an air of somberness, a stark contrast to the electrifying energy that had filled the space earlier. Colossus, indifferent to the disapproval surrounding him, exited the ring with a victorious sneer, leaving behind a shattered 'Daymare' and a wrestling community grappling with the aftermath of a match gone horribly wrong.

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COMMERICAL BREAK

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Stone: We're back here in Inglewood, folks, and we've already had an action packed show! We have more to come on this LIVE Battleground! We're joined at commentary by the notorious Justin York, whose got a bit of a bone to pick with one of our next competitors.

York: More like picking his bones once I knock his block off. Sucks about Braddock though, amirite?!

Blaze: Braddock didn't look so good.

Stone: Not at all, and who the HELL are these cloaked figures, and what do they want?!

Blaze: Something tells me this guy has something to do with it.


Standard Match, One Fall.
15 Minute Time Limit
#1 Contender ship for the OCW Elevate Title

The crowd buzzed with anticipation as the bell rang, signaling the beginning of a contest that would determine the #1 contender for the coveted OCW Elevate Title. In one corner stood Goth, clad in dark attire with an aura of mystique surrounding him. Across the ring, the charismatic and flamboyant Benjamin Maddox exuded confidence, his eyes fixed on the prize.

Stone: The former Elevate Champ wants his belt back! He had to lose the title due to injury not because he lost it! Goth is in for a handful here. 

Blaze: The Messiah of Pain has been on a roll here. What's the spread on this match?

JY: I’m ready for a goddamn nap already. The only thing keeping me awake is the urge to go slap goth in his lips.

The match commenced with a cautious circling, each competitor sizing up the other. Benjamin Maddox made the first move, lunging forward with lightning-quick strikes that showcased his agility. However, Goth, with an uncanny ability to anticipate his opponent's movements, dodged the onslaught and responded with a series of calculated counterattacks.

Stone: Goth is moving very well right now, fluid.

JY: Goth won’t be able to keep this pace, the old fuck.

The pace of the match quickened, both wrestlers exchanging impactful moves to gain the upper hand. Benjamin Maddox utilized his acrobatic prowess, leaping off the ropes for a high-flying crossbody that sent Goth sprawling. The crowd erupted in cheers for the flashy maneuver, but Goth's resilience shone through as he kicked out of the ensuing pin attempt.

ONE

TWO

GOTH GETS A SHOULDER UP!

Stone: Benjamin Maddox was the longest reigning Elevate Champion, he's no slouch. 

Blaze: That belt has been a hot potato since the moment it was created. 

JY: What did I tell you? He’s about to have his ass handed to him by this toolbox.

The back-and-forth nature of the match intensified, with each competitor demonstrating their unique skill set. Goth relied on a combination of technical prowess and hard-hitting strikes, while Benjamin Maddox showcased his versatility with a mix of aerial maneuvers and ground-based submissions.

As the clock ticked down, the urgency to secure a victory escalated. Both wrestlers displayed a tenacity befitting the stakes of the match, knowing that a shot at the Elevate Title hung in the balance. The near falls became more frequent, each pin attempt garnering an audible gasp from the audience.

Stone: Crowd is really into this here!

JY: This audience wouldn’t know a good match if it dick kicked them. These reactions for what??

With just over a minute remaining, the tension reached its zenith. Benjamin Maddox, sensing the urgency, attempted to finish the match with his signature move, the Maddoxplex. However, Goth thwarted the maneuver, countering with a jaw-dropping overhead belly-to-belly suplex that left both competitors gasping for breath.

Stone: WHAT A COUNTER FROM GOTH!

Blaze: That's what may lay in your future, Yorky!

JY: BOORINNNNG. I’ll put Goth away in half the time.

The clock continued its inexorable countdown, the 15-minute time limit looming. Both Goth and Benjamin Maddox pushed their bodies to the limit, unleashing a flurry of strikes and holds in a desperate bid to secure the decisive victory.

With mere seconds left on the clock, Goth seized the moment. Benjamin Maddox, still reeling from the suplex, struggled to rise. In an unexpected turn of events, Goth delivered a lightning-quick Goth Drop – a Twist of Fate out of nowhere. The crowd erupted in disbelief as Goth hooked Benjamin Maddox's leg for the pinfall attempt.

Stone: That's gonna do it!

JY: What a baby maneuver.

The referee's hand slapped the canvas: one, two, three!

JY: Goth secures the win over some assclown. Great job, dink.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the match with only seconds to spare. The crowd erupted in cheers as Goth emerged victorious, securing the #1 contender spot for the OCW Elevate Title. Exhausted and elated, Goth celebrated in the ring, the gravity of his achievement sinking in.

Meanwhile, Benjamin Maddox, though disappointed, showed respect for his opponent. The two competitors exchanged nods of acknowledgment, understanding the hard-fought battle they had just endured.

JY: would you look at that? He’s winded and didn't even wrestle for 15 minutes. Or close to it. He won the show to hang with me, it’s best he fights Belladonna anyway.........or......is........

He smirks as Goth stares him down from inside the ring.

JY: You want some more?!

LEE MASTERS: AND THIS WINNER OF THIS MATCH, BY PINFALL and NEWWWWWW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE ELEVATE TITLE!......GOTTTTTTTTH!



Goth exits the ring and walks by the announce table, side-eyeing Justin York. York throws his arms up to pose to the crowd. 

"FUCK YOU JUSTIN CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP FUCK YOU JUSTIN!"

As Goth gets close to York, the Original Bad Boy hauls off and spits on him again. A big loogie right in the face. 

Stone: Oh come on! That was uncalled for!

Goth turns to swing on York, who ducks it, and comes around for a big bitch slap. 

But Goth catches it. 

He lifts York up and dumps him THROUGH the Spanish announce table, which shatters on impact. 

¡Ay dios mío!

¡Cuidado, cuidado!

Goth stands over York, whose grabbing his back and wincing in the debris of the table, and stares down at him ominously.

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Donnie is pacing backstage, dressed for his match with Justin York, his hands on his hips; the Anarchy title is around his waist, with the Streaming Service belt on a chair off-camera. Lindy LeRoux walks up to him, mic in hand, quick to ask him a burning question.



Lindy: Donnie, before you go out, and we know that you have your match coming up so I apologize for interrupting you, but everyone wants to know for sure: did you have anything to do with BRADDOCK's ambush by KON and this masked figure?



Donnie looks at her, pacing like a lion in a cage, before he stops in the frame, looking at the camera, looking back at her.



Donnie: Lindy, whether I had anything to do with it or not, BRADDOCK deserved it. He didn't give me enough effort to prove that he deserved my help. The world champion is weakening, and I will be more than happy to go for the spoils. But, in terms of ordering the hit, why not ask Toxicita? She was the one who announced this changing of the guard. I know I didn't talk to anyone to make it happen; I just didn't care that it happened.



Donnie takes a deep breath.



Donnie: Respect is dearly bought and easily lost.



Donnie walks away with that last word, the sound of the chair moving in the background.

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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The arena buzzed with anticipation as The Perfs, Carley Black and Arianna Decker, made their way to the ring. Their confident strides and synchronized poses reflected their status as the dominant force in the tag team division. Opposite them, the formidable duo of Belladonna Anderson and Destiny Michaels, known for their resilience and unpredictability, prepared to face The Perfs in what promised to be a clash of titans.

The bell rang, signaling the start of the match. Carley Black and Belladonna Anderson circled each other in the ring, eyes locked in a fierce stare. The tension in the air was palpable as they finally locked up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up.

Belladonna used her strength advantage to push Carley into the ropes, but Carley swiftly reversed the momentum, sending Belladonna bouncing off the opposite ropes. Carley went for a clothesline, but Belladonna ducked, springing back with a powerful dropkick that sent Carley reeling.

As Belladonna gained control, she tagged in Destiny Michaels, and the duo executed a flawless double team move. Destiny delivered a snap suplex, and Belladonna followed up with a standing moonsault. Destiny went for the cover, but Carley kicked out at two.

Arianna entered the fray, ready to shift the momentum back in her team's favor. She exchanged quick strikes with Destiny, showcasing her agility and technical prowess. The action intensified as both women traded near-falls, each count getting closer to the elusive three.

Destiny gained the upper hand with a spinebuster, setting the stage for Belladonna's return to the match. The tag team synergy of Anderson and Michaels was evident as they isolated Arianna in their corner, preventing her from making the tag to Carley.

As Belladonna and Destiny continued to dominate Arianna, the tension in the arena reached its peak. The audience erupted as Arianna managed to counter a double-team maneuver, sending both opponents crashing into each other.

The opportunity for a tag presented itself, and Carley burst into the ring, unleashing a flurry of strikes on both Belladonna and Destiny. The Perfs regained control, executing a series of high-impact double team moves, including a devastating double suplex.

The action spilled to the outside as Carley and Arianna attempted to take advantage of the chaos. However, Belladonna and Destiny fought back, sending The Perfs crashing into the barricade. The referee struggled to maintain order as all four competitors brawled on the outside.

As the chaos escalated, the referee began the double count-out. The crowd watched in disbelief as the referee's hand reached the count of ten, declaring the match a draw. The Perfs and the team of Belladonna Anderson and Destiny Michaels continued their intense brawl, paying no heed to the official's decision.

Stone: It's a Double Count-Out!!

The referee's decision to end the match in a double count-out left the audience stunned. The Perfs and their opponents refused to let the rivalry be settled in the ring, taking the fight into the crowd and backstage areas. Security personnel rushed to separate the warring teams, but the damage was done.

The chaotic end to the match left the tag team division in disarray, with neither team gaining a decisive victory. The Perfs and Belladonna Anderson and Destiny Michaels had proven themselves evenly matched, and the unresolved tension set the stage for future encounters that promised to be just as intense and unpredictable. The crowd, though disappointed by the lack of a clear winner, couldn't deny the excitement and energy that had unfolded before them, eager to see how this rivalry would unfold in the coming weeks.

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Britlyn Baylor, CEO, pushed through the heavy door of her office, her lips curved into a sly, satisfied smile. Her disheveled hair and rumpled dress suggested an intimate encounter that left her looking thoroughly ravished, but Britlyn bore the marks of her indiscretion with unapologetic pride. The camera lingered on her nameplate: BRITLYN BAYLOR, CEO for a moment, emphasizing her authority, before she sauntered into the hallway.

As she smoothed down her tousled attire, her eyes sparkled with a devilish glint. She toyed with the collar of her dress, her posture exuding confidence and power. The allure of her presence was palpable as she turned to face the lens, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

Meanwhile, behind her, Justin York emerged from the CEO's office, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt and adjusting his tousled hair.

Stone: What the hell?!

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The Tron flashes with static and cuts out completely, the lights going down in the arena start to make the crowd mumble in anticipation. The screen lights up with a lone chair in a dark room, the slight glimmer of trophy cases and an unreadable banner can be seen in the background. A figure walks into view from behind the camera in a long jacket, the frame cuts off his face but he begins to draw down the zipper on the coat. The crowd stir and stir the arena about to burst in excitement. The jacket opens to reveal an OCW Shirt, then he sits down in the chair. Easton Alexander shows a grin before speaking into the camera.

Easton Alexander: “OH Faithful how I've missed you! What’s the old saying… absence makes the heart grow fonder. It has been so long since I've stepped into any type of ring with the OCW logo branded proud no matter the version. I wish I could be there in person to look at all your pretty faces but this came across my desk just today. So alas I'm stuck in snowy Toronto, Canada. However… I hear you folks have a little shindig in the month of February… a hoedown if you will.”

Easton Fully removes the jacket and stands up moving the cam to his to keep himself in frame.

 Easton Alexander: “So here's the deal. Right now this place is full of young studs who would proudly die for this new OCW banner… But… This place has a couple frauds.I was on the ground floor when this place was still trying to gain legs, i walked into this place and almost ran the pockets of the World Champion… but im out of practice and quite frankly a little rusty. There are very few of us who can still be considered OCW OG’s… and when i say OCW i mean red and black until I die. It's me… and one other guy who came in just around the time the roof came down. And you don't wanna know my opinion on that guy. But I don't exactly respect guys who whine to get what they want.

I'm not gonna name names. So I'll just be cryptic, I'm back for I don't know how long. It could either be forever or until I get bored again. So I'm gonna make the most out of this situation. Let's raise a little hell, crack a couple skulls, break a couple's neck and cause some goddamn… Anarchy.

Some of the crowd pop immediately, some it takes them a little more time to figure it out.

Easton Alexander: “The Dragon is back bitches and im starting a new gold hoard… and it starts right here with restoring the Red and Black! See you soon.”

He blows a kiss into the camera. Before the screen goes black.

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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Stone: Before the break we saw it with our own eyes, Roland! Easton Alexander is back!

Blaze: Oh yes! An OCW original and man did we need him. Maybe restore a little order around here!

Stone: Somehow, I doubt that!


2 out of 3 Falls
#1 Contender for the Fight4 Championship

Stone: This is for the #1 contender ship for Toxicita's Fight4 Title! These two new comers have a lot to prove!

Blaze: Don't forget, Jestyr pushed Blake Anderson to the absolute limit last week!

The bell echoed through the arena, signaling the beginning of a clash between two titans - Jestyr Seryous and KROW. They locked eyes, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. The crowd, a sea of fervent spectators, roared in anticipation. Jestyr, quick and nimble, circled KROW, a hulking mass of raw power and intensity. The first lock-up saw Jestyr utilizing his agility, slipping out of KROW's grasp with a quick duck and a dazzling arm drag that sent KROW sprawling to the canvas.



Jestyr seized the early advantage, showcasing his technical prowess with an array of submission holds and quick strikes. KROW, however, roared back with brute force, breaking free from Jestyr's clutches and unleashing a barrage of punishing blows. The back-and-forth struggle continued, each wrestler trying to assert dominance.



The first fall came as a result of Jestyr's calculated risk-taking. Sensing an opening, he ascended the turnbuckle and executed a picture-perfect moonsault, catching KROW off guard for the three-count. The crowd erupted into cheers, the arena shaking with the intensity of their reaction. Jestyr acknowledged the support, but the battle was far from over.


Stone: 1-0 Jestyr. He's been in total control so far!


KROW, stung by the loss, unleashed a relentless assault in the second fall. Power moves and strikes reverberated through the ring as KROW asserted his dominance. Jestyr fought valiantly, countering with acrobatic escapes and high-flying attacks, but KROW's sheer strength seemed insurmountable. In a thunderous moment, KROW hoisted Jestyr overhead for a devastating powerbomb, securing the second fall with a pinfall.



The series was now tied, one fall each, as they entered the decisive phase of the match. Jestyr, battered and bruised, faced the monumental task of overcoming KROW's overpowering strength. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, eager to witness the resolution of this intense 2 out of 3 falls encounter.


Blaze: 1-1 now. KROW has seized momentum back!


As the bell rang for the final fall, Jestyr adopted a more cautious approach. He dodged KROW's initial onslaught, evading powerful strikes and throws. The audience marveled at Jestyr's resilience, but KROW remained a formidable adversary. Jestyr's strategy became clear – wear down KROW's defenses, exploit any opening, and go for the win.



The turning point arrived when Jestyr managed to counter a charging KROW with a perfectly executed dropkick, sending his opponent staggering backward. Seizing the opportunity, Jestyr unleashed a series of quick strikes, building momentum. With KROW dazed and disoriented, Jestyr executed a dazzling tornado DDT, planting KROW's head into the canvas.



Jestyr, fueled by the crowd's support, ascended the turnbuckle, signaling the beginning of the end. The atmosphere in the arena reached a fever pitch as Jestyr soared through the air, connecting with a breathtaking Shooting Star Press. The impact was enough to secure the two-count, but KROW, resilient as ever, kicked out just in time.



Undeterred, Jestyr focused his energy, locking eyes with KROW. He knew what had to be done. With KROW groggily rising to his feet, Jestyr unleashed his ultimate weapon – "The Last Supper" curb stomp. The crowd gasped as Jestyr's foot connected with precision, driving KROW's face into the canvas. The referee's hand hit the mat for the count.


Stone: LAST SUPPER! Good lord his head cracked with that one! It's gotta be over!


One!



The crowd held its breath.



Two!



The anticipation reached a crescendo.



Three!



The bell rang, and Jestyr Seryous emerged victorious, having secured the third and final fall. The arena erupted into a cacophony of cheers, the crowd showering Jestyr with adulation for his resilience, strategy, and the awe-inspiring execution of "The Last Supper." Jestyr, battered but triumphant, stood tall in the center of the ring, acknowledging the cheers as the undisputed victor of the 2 out of 3 falls wrestling match against the formidable KROW.

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Britlyn, still looking a bit disheveled but in a good way, has an evil smile on her face.



Britlyn: Due to the events that have taken place here this evening, someone needs to put their foot down. There needs to be authority, law and order, some accountability. What GOTH pulled post match, on an innocent commentator, was unacceptable and will not be tolerated. Therefore, as a result of his actions, I am hereby stripping Goth of his number one contender ship for the Elevate Title......



Stone: What the hell! She can't do that! Goth won that match fair and square!



Britlyn: ............and I am awarding the title shot to a more deserving participant......a true company man, a man who always does the right thing even when not asked to.......a man who will give that title shot some integrity.........



Justin York appears behind Britlyn with a shit eating grin on his face.



Britlyn: At Ashes 2 Ashes it will be Belladonna Anderson versus Justin York for the OCW Elevate Championship.......



Blaze: WOW!



Stone: That is BS! It is BS and she knows it! I don't know what's going on here but it doesn't smell good!



Britlyn: But don't worry Goth, you'll still be there at our biggest show under the brighest lights. You'll still have a chance to make your mark........but you'll have to earn it. What do I mean? Well........



At Halloween Havok you faced Blake Anderson. You lost. A few weeks ago, for the vacant Rebellion Title, you faced Blake Anderson, and you lost. Third times a charm, as they say? While York competes for the Elevate Title against Belladonna, you will face her husband, Blake Anderson one more time.......the FINAL time.


If you win, you will be first in line for the title match you won tonight. But if you lose, Goth, if you lose again......you will be out of the title picture completely. You will start at the bottom. You will be working ring crew. You'll be on the Frontline Pre-Show. If you lose, Goth, you'll be further away from a title here than the Earth is from Pluto. The ball is in your court now. And just remember.......you brought this on yourself."



Justin York sits behind Britlyn, finger-waving at the camera with a giant smirk.

Stone: JUSTIN YORK JUST SCREWED GOTH!

Blaze: He screwed the boss, who in turn screwed Goth!

Stone: None of this makes any sense! 

Blaze: No wonder she was so excited for his "return"!

Stone: This is horseshit!

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The cloaked man traversed the narrow corridors of the back stage, his heavy thoughts weighing down on him. He barely noticed the flickering fluorescent lights overhead as he moved with purpose, his mind preoccupied with the events that had unfolded in the ring.


Unbeknownst to him, another figure veiled in a cloak, accompanied by Konstantine, treaded the same path. As the two of them rounded a corner, their shoulders collided with a force that jolted them both. Startled, they lifted their gazes to meet each other's eyes, tension thick in the air.

Stone: Uh oh.


Ignoring the cloaked figure's attempt to move past, Konstantine and his companion blocked his path, their intent clear from the steely glints in their eyes.


Meanwhile, a figure emerged from the shadows, drawing everyone's attention. It was Braddock, the OCW World Champion, still bearing the visible marks of the brutal assault he had suffered last week. His head was swathed in bandages, an IV needle still inserted in his arm, clad in a hospital gown.

Stone: BRADDOCK! IT'S THE WORLD CHAMP!

Blaze: HE IS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE HOSPITAL........IN PHOENIX

Stone: HE'S HERE! AND HE WANTS BLOOD!


The sight of Braddock ignited a furious spark within the cloaked figure with Konstantine. Without hesitation, he shoved the thinking man into Braddock's path, setting off a chain of events that escalated into violence.

Braddock seized the opportunity, pouncing on the unwitting cloaked man and mercilessly pummeling him with unchecked rage, his fury resembling that of a wild animal.

Stone: Braddock is letting it all out! He's beating the living hell out of the mysterious figure!

Blaze: But that's the wrong one!

Stone: What?!


As the hood was pulled back, the bloodied face of the cloaked man, now revealed to be The Ringmaster, a new OCW signee, became visible. Laughter echoed through the corridors, originating from an unseen source behind them.

Realization dawned too late for Braddock, who turned just as a steel pipe connected with his face, sending him crashing to the ground. The assailant, the cloaked figure, proceeded to rain down blows upon Braddock with the vicious precision of a relentless storm.

Stone: Damnit! Someone stop this carnage! That's our damn world champion!


Just as the assailant prepared to deliver the final blow, Ringmaster charged in, tackling the cloaked figure with unyielding ferocity, initiating a chaotic brawl between the two.


Konstantine intervened, swiftly pulling Ringmaster away from the cloaked figure, igniting a volatile confrontation. The backstage area erupted into a frenzy of clashing bodies, the cacophony of violence drowning out all other sound.

Fearing the escalation of the altercation, security guards, OCW staff, hospital personnel, emergency medical services, and even the LAPD surged in, attempting to quell the pandemonium that had engulfed them, struggling to control the surging tide of aggression.

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Stone: This has been the craziest night on air since we began! I don't know what the hell is going on!

Blaze: Someone just make sure Braddock is OK! He took a shot with that pipe!

Stone: But who was the other masked man?!

In the ring, OCW new comer "Gunbarrel" Grae Westfield stood in the ring, waiting for his opponent. 

Stone: Another new comer, with a lot of upside. Blake Anderson beat Jestyr last week and now he faces Grae Westfield. 

Blaze: Blake Anderson is the OCW gate keeper, well, here ya go kid. Can you hang?

Stone: Jestyr proved he could, despite a loss......

Blaze: This one isn't just a standard match. It's TABLES, LADDERS and CHAIRS!

Stone: Oh my!



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



Announcer: 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!

The raucous cheers of the capacity crowd echoed through the arena as the ominous chords of "Gunbarrell" Grae Westfield's entrance music reverberated. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as the gothic warrior made his way to the ring, flanked by the eerie glow of blue lights. Opposite him, the charismatic Blake Anderson stood confidently, ready for what promised to be a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match for the ages.


The bell rang, signaling the start of the match, and both competitors wasted no time. Grae Westfield and Blake Anderson engaged in a fierce exchange of strikes, each attempting to gain the upper hand. Blake's agility and quickness clashed with Grae's power and unyielding demeanor.

The first weapon to come into play was a steel chair, as Blake swung it wildly, aiming for Grae's midsection. Grae, however, caught the chair and delivered a thunderous shot of his own. The chair echoed through the arena as the crowd roared in approval.

As the match spilled to the outside, Blake grabbed a ladder from under the ring, hoping to use its height advantage to gain control. However, Grae thwarted his plans, delivering a powerful clothesline that sent Blake crashing into the ringside barricade.

Stone: So far the new kid is holding his own!

Blaze: It ain't over til the bell rings, Stone!

The match continued its brutal pace as both competitors sought to introduce more elements of destruction. A table was brought into the mix, leaning ominously against the ring apron. Blake, showing resilience, fought back and gained the upper hand with a jaw-dropping dropkick that sent Grae sprawling.

With Grae down, Blake unfolded a ladder in the center of the ring, signaling his intent to climb and grab the suspended championship belt. The crowd buzzed with anticipation as Blake ascended the ladder, reaching for the title. However, Grae recovered in the nick of time, charging at Blake and toppling the ladder, sending his opponent crashing to the mat.

The chaotic nature of the match escalated as both competitors introduced more weapons into the fray. Steel chairs, tables, and ladders were strewn around the ring, creating an environment of absolute mayhem. Grae and Blake exchanged brutal chair shots, each blow reverberating through the arena.

Just as the intensity reached its zenith, the unexpected happened. The lights in the arena flickered, and the ominous entrance music of the betrayed Goth filled the air. The crowd erupted in surprise and confusion as Goth stormed down to the ring, a look of pure rage etched on his face.

Stone: Uh oh! Here comes Goth and he does NOT look happy!

Blaze: Do ya blame him?!

Stone: Not one bit!

Earlier in the night, Britlyn Baylor had announced a change to the match, leaving Goth feeling betrayed and aggrieved. Unbeknownst to Grae and Blake, Goth had reached his breaking point, and the TLC match had become the canvas for his vendetta.

Goth slid into the ring, attacking both Grae and Blake with a steel chair. The crowd, initially shocked by Goth's interference, began to appreciate the chaotic turn of events. Goth targeted Blake, unleashing a relentless assault that left the charismatic wrestler battered and bewildered.

Stone: These two have history, Roland! Halloween Havok, and a few weeks ago! 

Blaze: Blake is the one who started him down this path! Now he's reaping what he sowed! 


Blake fought back, attempting to withstand Goth's onslaught, but the betrayed warrior was relentless. Goth delivered a brutal DDT onto a steel chair, leaving Blake writhing in pain on the mat. The crowd's emotions were in turmoil as they witnessed the unexpected twist in the match. Belladonna slides into the ring to help her husband and gets a spinebuster for her troubles!

With Blake incapacitated, Goth turned his attention to Grae Westfield, the man he felt had wronged him by association. The two now enemies engaged in a fierce brawl, exchanging punches and kicks in the center of the ring. The chaotic atmosphere intensified as the TLC match had devolved into a three-way brawl.

Amidst the chaos, Grae managed to gain control, using his raw power to overpower Goth momentarily. Seizing the opportunity, Grae set his sights on Blake, who was slowly getting back to his feet. The crowd's anticipation reached a fever pitch as Grae hoisted Blake onto his shoulders, preparing for his devastating finisher.......

However, the wily Blake managed to slip out of Grae's grasp, countering with a well-timed kick to the midsection. Blake seized the moment, hitting Grae with his own modified neckbreaker. The crowd gasped as Blake covered Grae for the pin, but the count reached two before Goth intervened, breaking up the pinfall.

Stone: Damnit! Blake had it won there! Anderson almost did it again!

Goth, fueled by anger and a desire for retribution, targeted Blake once again. He set up a table in the corner, looking to inflict maximum damage. As Blake staggered to his feet, Goth charged, attempting to powerbomb him through the table. However, Blake countered with a backdrop, sending Goth crashing through the table himself.

Blaze: OH MY GOD! The impact! The whole ring shook!

Stone: And Goth got what was coming to him for sticking his nose in others business! 

Blaze: Oh come on! 

With both Grae and Goth down, Blake seized the opportunity to climb the ladder once more. The crowd roared in anticipation as Blake ascended the rungs, reaching for the championship belt suspended above the ring. However, Grae, showing incredible resilience, rose to his feet and sprinted toward the ladder.

In a dramatic showdown at the top of the ladder, Grae and Blake exchanged furious blows. Each strike echoed through the arena as the crowd watched in awe. Just as it seemed Blake had the upper hand, Grae delivered a headbutt that sent Blake reeling. With a burst of energy, Grae hoisted Blake onto his shoulders, executing a jack knife power bomb from the top of the ladder.

CROWD: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!

Stone: THE YOUNG BUCK WITH THE SHOW OF STRENGTH MAY HAVE JUST BROKEN OUR REBELLION CHAMPION IN HALF!

Roland: He's gotta be bleeding internally! 

The impact was thunderous as both Grae and Blake crashed through a table below. The crowd erupted in a deafening roar as the surreal sight unfolded before them. The referee, battered and bruised, crawled into position to make the count.


ONE!





TWO!




As the referee's hand slapped the mat for the third time, the crowd exploded with cheers.

Grae Westfield had emerged victorious in a match that had pushed both competitors to their limits. The TLC encounter, initially billed as a clash between Grae and Blake, had morphed into a chaotic spectacle with the addition of Goth.

Grae, battered and bruised, stood tall in the wreckage of tables, ladders, and chairs. The championship belt dangled above him as he raised his arms in triumph. The crowd, though still reeling from the unexpected turn of events, showered Grae with applause, recognizing the warrior's resilience and determination.

Goth, on the other hand, slowly came to his senses amidst the debris. The reality of his actions began to sink in as he surveyed the destruction he had caused. The once-betrayed warrior had, in turn, become the betrayer, forever altering the dynamics of his relationships in the wrestling world.




Just as the two men begin to get to their feet, one of the cloaked figures begins to walk down the ramp. We know it is the one who attacked Braddock because, with him, is Konstantine. 

Blaze: Blake and Grae better watch out, we know how dangerous these two are.

Stone: A fantastic match! What could these two possibly need out here other than to cause pure destruction? Haven't they done enough by putting our World Champion on the shelf?!

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The mystery attacker grabs a microphone as he looks at the replay on the tron screen that was replaying wake of destruction he had caused earlier. Braddock was being attended to by EMS, again, in the back. As he begins to speak, addressing those in attendance at Battleground and those in the backstage area, as he removes the hooded cloak he had been wearing..



Mystery Attacker: You know the world does not have a voice of its own which is quite sad if you ask me..



The mysterious hooded figure says before continuing on.



Mystery Attacker: It can't tell you what it wants, what it needs. But it's yearning for something to point it in the right direction. A savior, perhaps wouldn’t you agree Konstantine?



The mystery man says as he turns to his ally in arms Alexander Konstantine.



Mystery Attacker: You see Braddock, I have a thousand faces and a million names. From that of the name you’ll all come to know me as which is that of the name of Desmond Savage to even that of what my allies tend to call me which is that of the Stygian a name you’ll all come to be very familiar with overtime for I am exactly that..



You see folks, the Stygian and I are ONE, we are the darkness, we are the void that conquers and devours everything in our way and soon you’ll all come to see exactly that..



You see unlike you all, I don’t just live a life of black and white.. I.. I, Mr. Braddock, Mr. Harris and Mr. Anderson, I am the color gray in a world full of black and white, and if you value your ability to breathe, don't get too close.. For I’ll devour the very last breath you take..



Desmond says as he exhales, before walking over to the closest ring post and leans up against it.



DESMOND SAVAGE: So I must say will any of you men continue to be the driving force of Outcast? The so-called champions of the people? Will any of you be the one’s to save Outcast from little Ol’ me. May I suggest something, fella’s save yourselves and run, run as far as you can..



Desmond says as he stares directly into the eyes of camera knowing damn well the current reigning champions of Outcast Championship Wrestling would be watching closely..

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FINAL COMMERCIAL BREAK

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NON-TITLE


LEE MASTERS: Ladies and Gentlemen this is your MAIN EVENT for the Evening. Non title match set for one fall. Introducing first, standing 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing 195 pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada........JUSSSSSSSSTINNNNNNN YORKKKK!

The lights in the arena go completely dark, after a few seconds the people in attendance begin to get unsettled and rowdy. At that very minute, The Only by Static X rings throughout the arena. Fireworks blow out of the stage area as well as the ring posts damn near drowning out all sound of the fans, commentators and even the music. Justin York steps out onto the Stage area wearing his signature black leather jacket with the hood directly over his face. After a few seconds he rips the hood up over his face and sticks his tongue out to the crowd along with a middle finger as they now begin to boo and toss drinks and garbage toward the stage area. York continues down the ramp and jumps up onto the apron and over the top rope into the ring. York stands in the center of the ring and flails his arms out for the camera.

Stone: If York can beat Donnie here he will be the number one contender for the Anarchy Title.....

Blaze: How's that for making an early impact?

York perches himself on the top turnbuckle while the fans chant "Fuck You Justin"

Stone: Sounds about right.



“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: AND HIS OPPONENT:

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!

Stone: He is the Anarchy Champion, for sure. But for how long? He did what many thought was impossible and took that belt off Alexandra Calaway, and he's been a rock ever since. 

Blaze: He will hold it as long as he wants, Stone, because Donnie rises to the occasion. He overcomes obstacles. He gets it done.

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.

DING DING DING

The bell chimed, signaling the start of the match, and both Donnie Harris and Justin York circled each other cautiously. The intensity in the air was palpable as they locked up in a grapple, showcasing their technical prowess. Donnie, the reigning Anarchy Champion, relied on his brute strength, attempting to overpower the agile and elusive Justin York.

The first near-fall came early in the match as Donnie hoisted York into the air, attempting a powerbomb. However, York displayed incredible agility, countering with a hurricanrana that sent Donnie sprawling across the canvas. The crowd erupted in appreciation of the high-flying display.

Stone: They may not like York and his arrogance but they appreciate his talent in that ring!

As the match progressed, the physicality intensified. Donnie and York exchanged stiff strikes, each blow resonating through the arena. Donnie showcased his raw power with thunderous clotheslines and impactful slams, while York responded with a flurry of quick strikes and acrobatic maneuvers.

The two competitors pushed each other to the limit, the near falls piling up as the referee's hand hovered mere inches from the mat. Donnie nearly secured victory with a spine-tingling powerbomb, but York kicked out at the last possible moment, the crowd on the edge of their seats.

Stone: Almost had 'em. Almost shut him up. 

Blaze: If only. It is gonna take more than that to keep the original bad boy down.

York, known for his high-flying style, took to the air, attempting a springboard moonsault. However, Donnie caught him mid-air, showcasing his incredible strength. The champion looked poised to capitalize, but York wriggled free, landing on his feet and hitting a lightning-quick enzuigiri that left Donnie dazed.

The crowd roared as York ascended the turnbuckle, aiming for a high-risk maneuver. He soared through the air with a picture-perfect Shooting Star Press, connecting with Donnie's midsection. The arena buzzed with excitement as York covered Donnie for another near-fall, but the resilient champion kicked out just in time.

ONE 

TWO!

Stone: Another near fall, this time it was York!

Blaze: He can smell his second number one contender ship in the same night!

Stone: Come on, you know he screwed Goth!

Blaze: Screwed someone else too....

As the match approached its midpoint, both competitors showed signs of fatigue, their bodies battered and bruised. Donnie attempted to wear down York with a relentless assault, targeting his limbs and back. York, however, demonstrated his resilience, countering a submission attempt into a surprising roll-up that almost secured the victory.

The submission struggle continued, each wrestler attempting to lock in their signature holds. Donnie applied the Crippler Crossface, but York refused to submit. Reaching for the ropes.....desperately trying to break the hold.........

In a surprising turn of events, York reversed the hold, transitioning into a modified armbar. The crowd gasped as Donnie, in danger of tapping out, summoned his remaining strength to power out of the submission.

Stone: Hell of a reverse by York there and the veteran Harris read it all the way. What a main event so far!

Blaze: Pay Per View quality matches on Cable Television! Gotta love OCW!

The match reached a critical juncture as Donnie regained control, executing a spine-shivering powerbomb that left York sprawled on the mat.

Stone: The sheer power of Harris may be too much here. York is flat on his ass!

The champion seized the moment, signaling for his finishing move, the Anarchy Slam. The crowd erupted in anticipation as Donnie hoisted York onto his shoulders, looking to put an end to the hard-fought contest.

However, just as Donnie prepared to execute a powerbomb, the arena's lights dimmed.

Stone: What the hell is this?! Donnie was about to put this thing away!

Blaze: Never say never Stone!

A hushed silence fell over the crowd as Easton Alexander's entrance music echoed through the arena. The unexpected distraction stole the attention of everyone in the arena, including Donnie and York, who momentarily shifted their focus toward the entrance ramp.





IM COMING HOME








IVE BEEN GONE FOR FAR TOO LONG.











DO YOU REMEBER ME AT ALL











IM LEAVING... HAVE I F#@&ED THINGS UP AGAIN!

Stone: I THOUGHT HE WAS IN TORONTO! IT'S EASTON! EASTON ALEXANDER IS HERE! 

To the surprise of the crowd, Easton Alexander's music played for an extended period, but the enigmatic figure failed to make an appearance.

Blaze: Maybe not.

Stone: Whoa! Whoa wait what the hell!

The distraction created a momentary lapse in concentration, and it proved to be the opening that Justin York needed. Seizing the opportunity, York rolled Donnie into a small package, his shoulders pinned to the mat.

ONE!


TWO!



THREEEEE!


As the referee slid into position to make the count, the crowd erupted in disbelief. The two-count turned into three, and the bell rang, signifying the end of the match. Justin York, against all odds, had secured the victory and become the new NUMBER ONE CONTENDER to the Anarchy Champion!

STONE: HE DID IT! JUST YORK USED THE DISTRACTION TO GET ONE OVER ON DONNIE AND THE CHAMP CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

The Kia Forum was a mix of cheers and stunned silence as York's music blared through the speakers. The camera panned to Britlyn Baylor at ringside, a small smile playing on her lips. The controversial figure had orchestrated the distraction, a move that paid off in the most unexpected way.





Blaze: And you best believe there is going to be hell to pay for Easton Alexander come Pay Per View time!

Stone: But he isn't here, is he?! Who the hell played that music!

Blaze: Who else do you think....

Stone: No! There's no way she'd screw Donnie like that! Not after what he has meant to this company!

As York celebrated his hard-earned victory, the defeated Donnie Harris stared at the entrance ramp in frustration. The opportunity to put away his opponent had slipped through his fingers, and the distraction orchestrated by Britlyn Baylor had played a pivotal role in the outcome.

The shocking conclusion of the match left the Anarchy Championship landscape in disarray. Justin York, the underdog, had overcome the odds to capture the title in a match filled with near falls, breathtaking maneuvers, and unexpected twists.

LEE MASTERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE----

He is cut off when Britlyn takes the mic from him.

Britlyn: Lee, I can take it from here. You're dismissed.

Lee Masters looks at her with confusion before accepting it and leaving the ring.

Britlyn: "AND YOUR WINNER.......THE ORIGINAL BAD BOY, JUSTIN YORK!" 

Stone: Wait a minute....she didn't say number one contender....

Britlyn Baylor, the mastermind behind the distraction, looked on with satisfaction as chaos reigned in the aftermath of the contest. The image of Easton Alexander's music playing without his appearance lingered in the minds of the audience, leaving them questioning the motives and intentions behind the orchestrated distraction.

York sits between the ropes, soaking in the crowd. The music stops and Brit brings the mic back to her lips. 

Britlyn: But Justin..........this isn't about you. You have your reward, and you've earned it. This is about the OCW World Heavyweight Championship.



People have been asking me all week long what I plan to do about Braddock. Can he compete? Will I have to strip the title? Will the OCW World Title be vacant again? I am not one to strip people of their accomplishments....."



Stone: Survery says that's a lie......she just did......



Blaze: Shhhh



Britlyn: "........Synn was a business decision. Nothing more, nothing less. It pained me to do it. But she has moved on and is thriving like I knew she would. No, this is about the World Title and damnit we are going to have a world title match! Even if Braddock has to come to the arena in a wheel chair, he is contractually obligated to defend that belt.......but against who? Donnie has a title, York has his shot, Blake has a title, Konstantine isn't an active wrestler at the moment........



I worked tirelessly to secure my assetts and I knew OCW needed a big change. I needed to shake up the lanscape. I needed to bring in a BIG name.....perhaps the BIGGEST name......someone with some pedigree. So, at Ashes 2 Ashes, Braddock WILL be defending his title...........I'll even let him choose the stipulation.........but he will be defending his world title against............



This man....."



Matt Knox walks out onto the rampway for the first time at an OCW show.

STONE: OH.........MY..........GOD! It's Matt Knox! THE TITLE GOD IS HERE! AND HE'S COMING FOR MORE GOLD!!!!!

Blaze: BRADDOCK'S MOUTH HAS FINALLY COME BACK TO BITE HIM!

STONE: ASHES 2 ASHES, BRADDOCK/KNOX FOR THE WORLD




HEAVYWEIGHT



CHAMPIONSHIPPPP!

Knox and Britlyn shake hands in the ring as York looks on, stunned.

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FEBRUARY 29th, 2024
ORACLE ARENA
SAN FRANSISCO, CA