OCW Presents: BATTLEGROUND: 3/13/24 FINAL OCW SHOW

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

WEDNESDAY
March 13th, 2024
LIVE From The Moda Center in Portland, Oregon

8 PM Eastern
5 PM Pacific

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THE FINAL OCW BRANDED SHOW
The FINAL Battleground
EPW DANGER begins March 27
8 PM Eastern
5 PM Pacific

Match 1:
MIKA ATTANO vs. BELLADONNA ANDERSON
No Disqualifications.
LET THEM FIGHT!
2 RP's: 1,500 Word limit and 500 word buffer (2k total)
At Ashes 2 Ashes, Mika was helping out on commentary and contributing to the show. Her recent re-signing was big news, and she wanted to make sure everyone saw her, front and center. Belladonna Anderson, who was frustrated with being on the losing end of a screw job designed to get Britlyn's beaux a belt at her expense, slapped Mika out of frustration. All hell broke loose from there. Mika wants a chance to prove herself again, and she isn't going to take that lightly from the former Elevate (now RISE UP) champion. Will Belladonna get redemption or will this spiral continue?

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Match 2:
"Daymare" Brooke Hernandez vs. DAMAGE
Giant-Slayer Submission Match
Brooke MUST make Damage Tap Out to win. Damage can win via any means (pin, submission, DQ, count-out etc).
1 RP: 2,000 Word limit and 500 word buffer (2500 total)
Brooke's demeanor as of late has been nothing short of dark. She claims she has no fear anymore, and she wants to show the wrestling world that she is to be taken seriously. Her career was almost ended at the hands of Colossus on the last battle ground, in a submission match, where her back was broken by a 500 lb. sharp shooter. Visiting a voodoo healer, Brooke made a miraculous recovery and appeared at Ashes 2 Ashes to interfere in a match, causing Colossus the win. She wants to be a giant slayer and get her revenge on another big man? Here is her chance. 

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Match 3:
REVIVAL TITLE QUALIFIER

Khloe Cox vs Tressa Smylez vs. Karli Gomez vs. Constance Amendola
Women's Ladder Match
1 RP EACH with a 2,000 Word limit and 500 word buffer (2500 total)
Khloe Cox tried to help CEO Britlyn at Ashes 2 Ashes by giving her a clue about Clyde's impending cash-in by showing her a photo of the Revival Title. She didn't get the hint. Now Britlyn would like to reward her by giving her the chance to perhaps be the next one to cash in for a title match, OR carry this title onto Revival and try to stack title shots for the future. However, nothing is handed out in the new EPW and Khloe will have to earn her chance for a Revival Title match against three other ladies who look to make a name for themselves. Can Khloe climb the ladder to the title picture here (literally), or will she fall to a hungry up-and-comer with the world to prove?
WINNER TO FACE WINNER OF MEN'S REVIVAL MATCH AT THE FIRST EVER EPW DANGER on MARCH 27th for the REVIVAL TITLE.

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Match 4:
Alexander Davenport vs. GOTH
Standard Match, One Fall
IF Goth loses, Justin York get to pick the stipulation for their match at Shockwave.
If Goth wins, he gets to choose.
Britlyn's sister, Jolie Vexx will be at ringside to make sure no cheating takes place.
1 RP: 1,000 Word limit and 500 word buffer
Ever since Justin York arrived back in the company, he has been targeting his long-time rival Goth. Now with his new budding relationship with EightPrime LLC and EPW owner Britlyn Baylor, he is using it to his advantage. Goth was put in a last chance match at Ashes 2 Ashes against Blake Anderson, and if he lost, he would be pushed to the back of the line for a title shot. If he won, he got York at Shockwave. He won, and now he is going to be punished for it. Management is going to make his life hell until the PPV on May 12th in Detroit.

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Match 5:
REVIVAL TITLE QUALIFER

KROW vs. Barney Green vs. Benjamin Maddox vs. Colossus
Men's Ladder Match
1 RP EACH with a 2,500 Word limit and 500 word buffer (3000 total)
KROW and DAMAGE battled to a draw at Ashes 2 Ashes in a very hard fought match between two newcomers to EPW. Benjamin has been longing to get his Elevate (RISE UP) title back ever since he was screwed out of it. A win of the Revival Title, and he can cash in whenever he wants. Colossus was robbed of a victory by Brooke Hernandez at A2A, but he is a former Rise World Champion (now the Fight4) and arguably the biggest man on the roster. He wants his shot back. Barney Green is a Bonafide legend. A hardcore match aficionado and the toughest S.O.B in wrestling, hands down. Barney has been all over, but recently has some time off between XWF and CU:LT to come and try to finish his story. Can Barney ever be world champ again? He gets to be one step closer by winning this match.  
WINNER TO FACE WINNER OF WOMEN'S REVIVAL MATCH ABOVE AT THE FIRST EVER EPW DANGER on MARCH 27th for the REVIVAL TITLE.

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Match 6:

Blake Anderson (c) Vs. "Ring Master" John Blaze
EPW Rebellion Title Match
Tables, Ladders, Chairs, Oh My!
 2 RP 2500 words with 250 word buffer (3000 total)
The Rebellion Title was the only belt that didn't change hands at Ashes 2 Ashes. Why? Because it wasn't defended. Blake was put in a match to punish Goth, and didn't get the job done. Then, he went on to disparage management about not defending his title. Ask and you shall receive. He now defends his title against new comer John Blaze, who won a violent Backstage Brawl against Desmond Savage at the Pay Per View. Blaze is big, strong, fast and not afraid to get physical. This one should have all the brutality needed, for those interested. Can the EPW's "Gate Keeper" fend off this impressive young star, or will The Dynasty continue to crumble?

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Match 7:

Easton Alexander Vs. Je$tyr Seryou$
CHAMPION VS. CHAMPION
NON-TITLE
Steel Cage Match
2 RP: 2k Word limit with 500 word buffer (3000 total)
Easton Alexander finally won the big one. He finally cast his demons aside and overcame his previous failures on the biggest stage. He knocked off Donnie Harris to become the last ever OCW Anarchy Champion and the first ever EPW Anarchy Champion. On the OCW Send-Off Show, he does battle with perhaps the most deranged, and most violent, member of the roster, who also happens to be a champion. Je$tyr Seryou$ took down Toxicita and put her back on the shelf, securing the EPW Fight4 Title in the process. Easton's ascension to the big leagues begins as he is locked inside a cage with the TiN$LeToWn TRoUBLeMaKeR. Easton is finally looking to be taken seriously, but does the clown take anyone serious?

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Match 8

JUSTIN YORK(c) vs. DONNIE HARRIS
Clyde Newton (c) SPECIAL REFEREE
The End Of An ERA
OCW SEND-OFF
World Champion Clyde Newton gets to select the stipulation (in his RP).
1 RP, Unlimited Words
CLYDE RP: 1k MINIMUM as ref.
Justin York rose to the top of the EPW ladder in recent weeks, and was the catalyst for the screw-job of Belladonna Anderson to secure him the RISE UP championship. After perhaps the match of the year against Clyde Newton in the Cage of Death, where he came up just short but sustained pretty substantial injuries, Britlyn has given him the night off in terms of a title defense (normally, the RISE UP title is defended at EVERY EPW show without exception). He doesn't have the night off, however, as staring at him across the ring is Donnie Harris. Participating in perhaps another 'Match of the Year' candidate, Donnie was defeated by Easton Alexander at Ashes 2 Ashes and lost his Anarchy Title. Donnie, however, has a bigger goal. He has made is known that he wants to get his hands on the EPW World Heavyweight Title, and rumor has it that he has that opportunity at Shockwave. If Donnie wants to get to the top, he has to climb the corporate ladder one rung at a time and the boss's new fling is his first speedbump. 
Clyde Newton has a decision to make. In one corner is the man he just defeated for the World Title, and in the other corner is his most likely next challenger for it. Which way will Clyde lean?

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The Road to Revival Starts Now

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For REVIVAL TITLE Match Competitors, if you are curious how the REVIVAL Title Works, please read this.

REVIVAL TITLE Info: HOW IT WORKS


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

That's a 10 day RP window. Let's send OCW out the right way!

["Boss Lady" Britlyn Baylor]

WEDNESDAY
March 13th, 2024
LIVE From The Moda Center in Portland, Oregon

8 PM Eastern
5 PM Pacific

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BROUGHT TO YOU BY C4 ENERGY PRODUCTS

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THE FINAL OCW BRANDED SHOW
The FINAL Battleground

Stone Highmore: OH YEAH! It's the last time we'll hear that music, see that pyro and look at those letters! Ladies and Gentleman OUTCAST wrestling comes to an end here tonight, but the party is far from over!

Roland Blaze: Oh yeah! Next week we start the complete re-brand! Britlyn's company EightPrimeEntertainment LLC has purchased the naming rights and changed it all around. We're now Elevate Pro 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 Portland. She has a big smile on her face.

Britlyn: PORTLAND OREGON! I can't thank you enough for coming out tonight! I know you want to see action, and our card is stacked. You probably didn't want to see me open the show again, but I had something I needed to say and a video board just wouldn't cut it.



So without further ado and holding up the show any longer, let me just say that this has been an emotional month for me. I have wanted nothing more than to give all of you the best programming possible, and I have worked tirelessly around the clock to do that. We just put on one of the best Pay Per Views of the year, if not the best. I am so proud of my roster for making that event as special as it had to be. It really meant a lot to me. With OCW in my rearview mirror, I only look to the future. Those letters have been, to be honest, a headache for me since I took them over. When I bought out the rights to use OCW from Tamika Strader, I thought I was inheriting a legendary company with a rich history......but the truth is, all I got was a "make your own" with three leased letters that came with their own set of baggage. I had to make it my own from the beginning.....now now, I truly am.



As I stand before you today, I am filled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude and pride. It's not just because of what I have achieved, but because of what we, as a collective, have accomplished together. Today, I want to share with you the story of EPW—Empowerment Pro Wrestling—and what it means to me, to the wrestlers who call it home, and to the fans who make it all worthwhile.



Let me take you back to a time when the idea of EPW was nothing more than a flicker of hope in my heart—a time when I was part of another wrestling company, OCW. Don't get me wrong; OCW served as a launching pad for many talented wrestlers, myself included. But as time went on, I realized that I yearned for something more, something that aligned with my vision of what wrestling could be.

Leaving OCW behind was a decision that many questioned, and rightfully so. Starting a wrestling company from scratch is no easy feat. But deep down, I knew it was the right move. I believed in the power of EPW to not just entertain, but to inspire and empower. And so, with unwavering determination, we set out on this journey together.

EPW isn't just another wrestling promotion—it's a platform for diversity, inclusivity, and innovation. It's a place where wrestlers of all backgrounds, genders, and styles can come together to showcase their talents on the grandest stage of them all. From high-flying acrobatics to hard-hitting brawls, EPW offers something for every wrestling fan.

But our mission goes beyond the ring. We are committed to giving back to the community, supporting charitable causes, and being role models for the next generation of wrestlers and fans alike. Because to me, wrestling is more than just a sport—it's a way of life, a source of inspiration, and a beacon of hope in a world that often feels dark and uncertain.

As we embark on this journey together, I want to leave you with a thought. There were those who doubted us, who said we would fail, who never gave us a chance. But look at us now—look at EPW and the incredible success we've achieved in such a short amount of time. Soon, those same doubters will be knocking on our door, begging to be a part of something truly special.

So to everyone who has ever felt overlooked, underestimated, or dismissed, I say this: never stop believing in yourself, in your dreams, and in your ability to make a difference. Because when you do, anything is possible.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for being a part of this incredible journey. Together, we will continue to write the next chapter in the story of EPW, on that is filled with passion, determination, and the unshakeable belief that anything is possible when we stand together as one. 

Everyone wanted to kick me while I was down. Wanted to watch me fail. Well, when they see what EPW has and will become, they will be begging me to be a part of it. EPW—where dreams become reality, and where the impossible is just the beginning. Watch."

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In the heart of the roaring crowd, the anticipation was palpable. Mika Attano, the powerhouse brawler with a relentless spirit, squared off against the cunning and agile Belladonna Anderson, known for her lightning-fast strikes and aerial prowess. As the bell rang, the arena erupted into a frenzy of excitement, knowing they were about to witness an epic clash of titans.

Mika Attano stepped forward with determination etched on her face, muscles rippling with every movement. Across the ring, Belladonna Anderson bounced on the balls of her feet, her eyes locked on her opponent with unwavering focus. The atmosphere crackled with energy as the two warriors circled each other, sizing up their opponent.

Stone: These two had an all out cat fight at Ashes to Ashes, as Belladonna took offense to Mika's taunting after she lost her title.

Blaze: It was epic. I just wish they let them brawl further!

Without warning, Belladonna sprang forward like a coiled viper, aiming a lightning-quick jab at Mika's face. But Mika was ready, her reflexes honed from years of combat experience. With a swift block, she deflected Belladonna's strike and countered with a powerful haymaker of her own. The impact reverberated through the arena, eliciting a roar of approval from the crowd.

Belladonna staggered backward, momentarily stunned by the force of Mika's blow. Sensing an opportunity, Mika charged forward, intent on pressing her advantage. But Belladonna recovered quickly, evading Mika's onslaught with a series of acrobatic flips and spins. She darted in and out of Mika's reach, landing precise strikes whenever an opening presented itself.

The battle raged on, each fighter unleashing their full arsenal of techniques in a relentless barrage of strikes and counters. Mika's brute strength clashed against Belladonna's speed and agility, creating a mesmerizing display of skill and athleticism.

Stone: Neither lady can get ahead of each other here. Both so well matched against each other. But this isn't a wrestling match, this is a fight. These ladies are swinging for the fences here.

As the minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity, neither combatant showed any sign of relenting. Blow after blow was exchanged, each one delivered with bone-crushing force. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, swept up in the intensity of the moment.

But then, as Belladonna rebounded off the ropes for a daring crossbody maneuver, fate intervened. Mika anticipated the move with lightning-fast reflexes. With a mighty heave, she caught Belladonna mid-air, hoisting her high above her head.

Blaze: Uh oh!

Stone: Scouted perfectly! Mika's got her in a vulnerable position here!

However, in the midst of the chaos, disaster struck. Mika's ankle wobbled, a sharp pain shooting up her leg as she struggled to maintain her balance. The sudden injury threatened to derail her momentum, but with sheer willpower, she gritted her teeth and pressed on.

In a split-second decision, Mika adjusted her grip on Belladonna, attempting to execute a back body drop despite the searing pain in her ankle. But the injury proved to be her undoing, causing her to lose her footing at the crucial moment.

. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as the two wrestlers locked in a tense struggle, their bodies suspended in mid-flight. But then, with a mighty heave, Mika executed an improvised body drop, sending Belladonna crashing to the canvas at an odd angle.

As Belladonna plummeted to the canvas, the impact was jarring. Her body twisted unnaturally as she crashed down, the sound of the impact echoing through the arena like a thunderclap. The crowd fell silent, a collective gasp escaping their lips as they watched in horror.

The crowd erupted into cheers as Belladonna hit the mat, the impact echoing throughout the arena. But the jubilation was short-lived. As Mika landed back on her feet, a sudden sharp pain shot through her ankle, causing her to wince in agony. The strain of the maneuver had taken its toll, leaving Mika visibly injured and vulnerable.

Stone: Belladonna is out, Stone. She landed on her head.

Blaze: Mika's ankle gave out, and she dropped her. Belladonna landed awkwardly. She hasn't moved!

Despite the searing pain, Mika knew she had to press on. With gritted teeth and determination burning in her eyes, she limped over to where Belladonna lay motionless on the canvas. With great effort, she managed to roll her opponent onto her back and hook her leg for the pin.

Mika, realizing the severity of the situation, acted swiftly. Despite her own injury, she rolled Belladonna into a pinning position, her knees up to her chin. Her heart pounding in her chest as she prayed for the referee's count.

"One! Two! Three!"

The referee's hand slapped the mat for the final time, signaling the end of the match. Mika's victory was sealed, but the celebration was bittersweet. As the medical team rushed into the ring to attend to Belladonna, the gravity of what had transpired hung heavy in the air.

Stone: Both these ladies are injured. It was a freak thing, an accident. But this could have lasting repercussions!

In the aftermath of the battle, amidst the cheers and applause of the crowd, Mika Attano stood tall as the victor, but gimpy.

Belladonna lay unconscious on the mat, her body limp and unmoving. The impact of the back body drop had taken its toll, leaving her vulnerable and defenseless. As the medics worked to stabilize her neck and spine, the crowd fell silent, their cheers replaced by hushed whispers of concern.

Blaze: Mika could have a broken ankle here, or at least a bad sprain! But the story in the ring is Belladonna Anderson. She hasn't moved!

Stone: I am sure this isn't how Britlyn wanted her final OCW branded show to start. And I hope this isn't an indication of how the night is going to go!

Meanwhile, Mika lay on the canvas nearby, her ankle throbbing with pain. Despite her victory, she knew that the price of victory had been high. As the medics tended to her injuries, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for what had transpired in the ring. They help Mika up, but she is putting minimal weight in that ankle. She hobbles to the ropes as the medical team helps her down.

Stone: We'll take a quick break, and have an update for you when we can get one!

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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Britlyn's frustration hung heavy in the air as she paced backstage, her mind buzzing with determination. Jolie, her trusted sister and confidante, stood nearby, concern etched on her face.



"I can't let this continue, Jolie," Britlyn muttered, her voice tinged with resolve. "People getting hurt, the chaos... it's not what the new EPW stands for. I need to take action. Make an example."



Jolie nodded in agreement, understanding the gravity of the situation. "But how do we start?" she asked, searching Britlyn's eyes for a plan.



Britlyn's gaze hardened as a figure approached from the shadows.

"Perfect timing," Britlyn murmured, her tone cold and calculated.



Davenport raised an eyebrow, sensing the tension crackling in the air. "What's on your mind, Britlyn?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

"I assume you saw what just happened out there." 

He nods. 

"I need to get a firm hold on this company. Take it by the reigns. I can't allow the outcast mentality to continue. People are getting hurt and my roster is already thin!" 

Just then York busts in. 

"What's crackalackin!" 

He pushes past Davenport and drops his belt on the couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table.

"Can't you show respect for ONCE in your life? You can't see Britlyn is upset about talent being hurt in the ring?!"

Davenport's attempt to intervene was met with a sharp retort from York, a rival wrestler known for his short fuse and no-nonsense attitude.



"Respect? You're talking to me about respect?" York snapped, his voice rising with indignation. 


Davenport bristled at York's confrontational tone, but before he could respond, York stepped forward, getting right into his face with an intensity that made even Davenport pause.



"This isn't your concern, Davenport," York growled, his eyes narrowing into a challenging glare. "You better handle your business tonight and beat Goth, or you'll have an even bigger problem on your hands."



The tension in the air was palpable as the two wrestlers faced off, each refusing to back down. Britlyn and Jolie exchanged a concerned glance, realizing that the situation was on the brink of boiling over.

"I'll handle it. You're welcome in advance." He turns around and walks out, Jolie following him. 

"Can you believe that guy?"

Brit runs a hand through her hair. 

"Do you trust him to get the job done? I mean, MY CAREER is on the line here." 

"I do. He is very capable." 

"Well I don't. I have an idea........"

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Stone: This one could get ugly. That is a big, mean, angry man in that ring!

Blaze: Brooke has a habit of biting off more than she can chew!

As the bell rang, signaling the start of the match, the disparity in size and strength between the two fighters became immediately apparent. With a thunderous roar, DAMAGE charged forward, his massive frame barreling toward Brooke with relentless force. In a desperate bid to evade her opponent's onslaught, Brooke darted to the side, narrowly avoiding the full brunt of DAMAGE's attack.

But her respite was short-lived. With a single sweep of his arm, DAMAGE grabbed hold of Brooke, lifting her effortlessly off the ground as if she weighed nothing more than a feather. With a savage grin, he proceeded to toss her around the ring like a ragdoll, each impact sending shockwaves of pain coursing through her body.

With a brute force that seemed effortless, he lifted her and dropped her with a spine buster. Snake eyes followed by a thunderous Big Boot sent her crashing to the mat again, the sheer velocity of the blows leaving her reeling.

But Brooke, despite being physically overmatched, refused to stay down. She dug deep, summoning every ounce of resilience within her as she absorbed blow after bone-crushing blow.

He covered with a boot on her chest.

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She got a shoulder up.

Despite her valiant efforts to fight back, Brooke found herself completely outmatched by DAMAGE's overwhelming strength. Blow after blow rained down upon her, each one delivered with anatomy-altering force.

He lifted her again, landing a sidewalk slam on that already injured back.


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3---Brooke kicked out!

Stone: Daymare REFUSES to die here!

Blaze: Sometimes it toughness, sometimes it's stupidity! She picked this fight with the big men on this roster, and she needs to know when she's out classed!

Stone: Synn didn't teach her to back down. She's putting the Demon Queen's teachings to good use here!

Brooke refused to stay down. With sheer determination and an indomitable will, she continued to defy the odds, kicking out of pin attempts time and time again. Her body battered and bruised, every movement accompanied by searing pain, yet still she refused to surrender.

Brooke took advantage of Damage's arrogance, and slid out of him wrapping his arms around her waist for a suplex. She delivered a kick to the back of his knee, staggering him. Summoning every ounce of strength and resolve within her, Brooke surged forward with a ferocity that caught DAMAGE off guard. With a primal roar, she launched herself at her towering opponent, unleashing a flurry of strikes with lightning speed and precision.

Stone: Here comes Brooke!

DAMAGE staggered under the onslaught, momentarily stunned by Brooke's relentless assault. Blow after blow rained down upon him as she refused to relent, her fists a blur as she channeled her pent-up frustration and determination into each strike.

Seizing the opportunity, Brooke darted towards the ropes, using them as a springboard to propel herself towards DAMAGE with breathtaking speed. As she soared through the air like a missile, her target locked firmly in her sights, the crowd held its breath in anticipation.

With a thunderous impact that reverberated through the arena, Brooke's feet collided with DAMAGE's chest, the force of her missile dropkick sending him crashing to the canvas in a heap. The crowd erupted into cheers, their disbelief mingled with admiration as they witnessed the impossible become reality before their very eyes.

For a moment, the arena fell silent, the only sound the labored breaths of the combatants as they lay sprawled upon the mat. Then, slowly but surely, Brooke began to stir, her body aching but her spirit unbroken. With a determined glint in her eye, she rose to her feet, her gaze fixed firmly upon her fallen opponent.

Though battered and bruised, Brooke stood tall, a beacon of resilience amidst the chaos. With every ounce of strength she could muster, she pressed forward, determined to emerge victorious against all odds. For in that moment, she knew that no matter how formidable her opponent may be, she would never back down from a fight.

She gets to her feet as Damage does. She comes off the ropes again but this time he catches her. Belly to belly suplex! The ring shakes from the impact!

Stone: That had to have crushed her internal organs! There is 200 POUNDS of size difference!

Damage hooks the leg.



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3----BROOKE KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Damage snarls.

Stone: He's getting frustrated now!

Blaze: Brooke weighs as much as one of his legs, yet he can't seem to put her away! I'd be frustrated too!

As Damage reached down, his massive hand closing around Brooke's hair, she refused to succumb to his grasp. Summoning every ounce of defiance within her, she shoved him back with all her might, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

Caught off guard by Brooke's unexpected resistance, Damage stumbled backward, momentarily off balance. Seizing the opportunity, Brooke acted swiftly, her instincts honed by years of training and determination.

As Damage rebounded off the ropes, ready to unleash another devastating attack, Brooke sprang into action. With lightning reflexes, she ducked beneath his outstretched leg, narrowly avoiding the bone-crushing impact of his big boot.

In one fluid motion, Brooke lashed out with her arm, delivering a swift and precise low blow that struck Damage with pinpoint accuracy. The crowd gasped in shock as the colossal figure of Damage recoiled, his expression contorted in pain.

But amidst the chaos, the referee remained oblivious to Brooke's underhanded tactic. With a sense of urgency, Brooke seized the moment, pressing her advantage with unwavering determination.

As Damage staggered, momentarily vulnerable, Brooke launched herself forward, unleashing a barrage of strikes with renewed vigor. Each blow landed with the force of her pent-up frustration and determination, driving Damage back further with every passing moment.

She came off the ropes with a shining wizard!

Stone: Shining Wizard! The knee to the face!


Brooke Covers!




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Damage powers out.

With a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, Brooke ascended the turnbuckle, her eyes locked firmly on her target. The crowd roared in anticipation as she prepared to unleash her signature move, the frog splash, a maneuver that had brought her victory countless times before.

Launching herself into the air with practiced precision, Brooke soared like a phoenix, her body arcing gracefully towards her colossal opponent below. But just as victory seemed within her grasp, fate intervened in the most brutal of ways.

With a burst of speed that defied his massive frame, Damage reacted with lightning reflexes, his towering figure a blur of motion as he intercepted Brooke in mid-air. The impact was bone-jarring, a thunderous collision that sent shockwaves reverberating through the arena.

Stone: Dear god. When is enough enough!

Blaze: When the bell rings, usually.

In an instant, Brooke's world turned upside down as she felt herself being wrenched backward with merciless force. The agony was instantaneous, a searing pain that tore through her already injured back like a blade. A chorus of gasps echoed through the arena as Brooke cried out in anguish, her body contorting in agony as she crashed to the canvas.

The referee looked on in horror, helpless to intervene as Brooke writhed in pain, her every movement a testament to the sheer brutality of Damage's assault. With every breath, she fought to suppress the agony that threatened to consume her, her willpower the only thing keeping her from succumbing to the darkness that threatened to overwhelm her.

But even in the midst of her torment, Brooke refused to surrender. With gritted teeth and sheer force of will, she pushed herself to her feet, her body trembling with exertion as she faced her towering adversary once more. Though battered and bruised, she knew that she could not afford to back down, not when victory hung in the balance.

Stone: A backbreaker on that already injured back! Brooke is gonna end up in a wheel chair if she isn't careful here!

As Brooke's body convulsed in agony, her mind reeled from the relentless onslaught of pain. Each movement sent waves of torment coursing through her already battered frame, her senses swimming in a sea of anguish.

With a grim determination born of sheer survival instinct, Brooke fought to stay conscious, to cling to the flicker of hope that still burned within her shattered spirit. But as Damage delivered yet another backbreaker, targeting her already injured back with merciless precision, the pain became unbearable.

Blaze: Another one!

Stone: This is just torture now.

A primal scream tore from Brooke's lips as her body contorted in agony, the sensation of her spine being wrenched and twisted sending searing tendrils of torment coursing through her nerves. Tears welled in her eyes as she fought to suppress the overwhelming urge to surrender, to succumb to the darkness that threatened to consume her.

But even as her vision swam and her consciousness wavered on the brink of oblivion, Brooke refused to yield. With every ounce of strength she could muster, she clung to the tattered shreds of her resolve, her spirit unbroken in the face of insurmountable odds.

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Stone: YES! BROOKE KICKED OUT! TWO BACKBREAKERS ON THE INJURED BACK AND THE DAYMARE REFUSES TO DIE!

As Damage loomed over her, his presence casting a shadow over her battered form, Brooke felt a surge of defiance rise within her. Though her body screamed in protest, she refused to back down, to surrender to the forces that sought to crush her spirit.

With a defiant glare, Brooke met Damage's gaze, her eyes burning with a fierce determination that belied the agony wracking her body. For in that moment, she knew that no matter how dire the circumstances may seem, she would never give up the fight.

With a sickening sense of deja vu, Brooke felt the crushing weight of Damage's massive hand closing around her hair once more. Desperation clawed at her consciousness as she struggled to find the strength to resist, but the pain was overwhelming, threatening to consume her with each passing moment.

As Damage hoisted her into the air, his intentions clear, Brooke's heart pounded in her chest, a drumbeat of dread echoing in her ears. She knew what was coming, could feel it in the very marrow of her bones, yet she refused to surrender to despair.

With a last-ditch effort, Brooke summoned every ounce of defiance within her, her willpower burning like a beacon amidst the darkness. Though her body screamed in protest, she fought to stay conscious, to cling to the sliver of hope that still flickered within her battered soul.

A cry of agony escaped her lips as she crumpled to the mat, clutching at her spine in agony. The sheer brutality of the assault threatened to break her spirit, but still, she refused to give up.

Damage drops her with a pump handle slam onto that injured back.

Damage intent on delivering the finishing blow, Brooke summoned the last reserves of her strength. With a desperate burst of energy, she managed to slide out of his grasp, her body aching with every movement. Gathering whatever strength she had left, she rebounded off the ropes and charged toward her towering opponent with reckless abandon.

But DAMAGE was ready. With lightning-fast reflexes, he caught Brooke mid-charge, effortlessly hoisting her into the air with a tilt-a-whirl slam that sent shockwaves rippling through the ring. As Brooke lay sprawled on the canvas, her body broken and battered, DAMAGE looked down at her in shock, unable to comprehend her sheer resilience.

Unfazed by his surprise, DAMAGE seized hold of Brooke once more, lifting her up by the hair with a cruel grin. With a roar of triumph, he executed his signature finishing move, the Highway to Hell Elevated Powerbomb, driving her down into the mat with bone-jarring force.



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Stone: Please, Brooke. Stay down!





2



Blaze: There's no way she's getting up from this!


3!


Stone: Thank god that's over!

LEE MASTERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, BY PINFALL.............DAMAGE!






Colossus, fueled by a mixture of rage and resentment, stormed into the arena. His eyes burned with a fiery intensity as he surveyed the scene before him, his gaze fixated on Brooke's crumpled form lying motionless on the canvas.

Stone: Oh no! What else could go wrong tonight!

Blaze: When she lets the inmates run the asylum, this is what happens! Colossus is coming for revenge!

Stone: She's defenseless, Damnit!

With a primal roar, Colossus seized Brooke's limp body, his massive frame dwarfing hers as he hoisted her into the air with a savage strength that seemed almost inhuman. The crowd watched in stunned silence as he slammed her down onto the mat with bone-jarring force, the impact echoing through the arena like a thunderclap.

Stone: Stop this! Someone stop this!

Brooke's body convulsed in agony as she lay sprawled upon the canvas, the pain of Colossus's assault radiating through her every nerve. With a grim determination, Colossus dragged her limp form across the ring, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity as he climbed the turnbuckle with purpose.

The crowd erupted into a chorus of boos and jeers as Colossus ascended to the top rope, his towering figure casting a shadow over the ring below. With a menacing grin, he prepared to unleash his devastating finisher, the Colossus Crunch, upon his defenseless opponent.

He grins as the crowd boos, and he climbs to the top to do it again.

Stone: Someone stop this! He's gonna kill her!

Dick Trickle is on the outside, urging him on.

As Colossus delivered a second bone-crushing Colossus Crunch, the arena erupted into chaos. Brooke's body convulsed upon impact, her form crumpling under the relentless assault of her towering adversary. The crowd gasped in horror as she lay motionless in the ring, her battered frame a testament to the brutality of Colossus's onslaught.

Security raced to the ring, their urgency palpable as they struggled to contain the enraged behemoth. With a primal roar, Colossus fought against their restraining grasp, his fury unrelenting as he sought to inflict further punishment upon his fallen opponent.

Amidst the chaos, Brooke remained motionless, her breathing shallow and labored as she lay sprawled upon the canvas. The arena fell silent, a hush descending over the crowd as they watched with bated breath, their concern for Brooke's well-being evident in every whispered prayer and anxious glance.

As security finally managed to pull Colossus away from the ring, the gravity of the situation became all too apparent. Medical personnel rushed to Brooke's side, their urgency mirrored by the concerned expressions etched upon their faces.

With gentle hands, they carefully tended to Brooke's injuries, their expertise and compassion a beacon of hope amidst the darkness that threatened to engulf her. Slowly but surely, she began to stir, her consciousness returning to her battered body with agonizing slowness.

As she was stretchered from the ring, a sense of solemnity hung heavy in the air. The crowd watched in silence, their hearts heavy with concern for Brooke's well-being.

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The scene opens from the ring to show Donnie Harris in the back, getting his hands taped up. Instead of tape to brace his joints, as some wrestlers do, the tape was clearly thicker around the knuckles.

He was getting ready for a brawl.

Donnie: I think I've said all I can say about Justin York. After all, the way he's being preened and how he's strutting around, it's proof positive that it's not difficult for the kids these days to attract slightly older women. Fine, but there's going to be a definitive wild card in our match, Justin, and he's our referee.

Donnie switches hands for the tape man, his clean hand outstretched as the process begins again.

Donnie: Listen, Clyde, I get it. You came in, you stopped Britlyn from making more mistakes, as her press conference illustrated quite well, and now you're world champ. I'd like to thank you for doing that at least, but it doesn't excuse you have something that I'm still fighting for. It's not the respect of my peers; it's not the appreciation of the management. It's that damn world title. BRADDOCK got hurt, SYNN got sent away; you're the target now. You're the one with the prize, and I'm coming after you.

Donnie clenches his taped fist, getting a feel for the resistance he will have with his grip. For his last few matches, he wore no gloves and no tape, but Justin York needs a rough reminder of who is the top dog in this pound.

Donnie: I will respect you enough to shake your hand, congratulate you in the ring, say hello, let you do your job, etcetera; however, don't get in my way more than you need to, as we will save our fight for Shockwave. We will save our brawl, our competition, our whatever the hell you want to call it for the main event. What Justin has coming to him will be a taste of what is coming after you. What you will be privy to is no different to what you will bear witness to when you're the one coming out from the opposite corner. The pain BRADDOCK felt, the anguish that SYNN got to experience, the torture I will subject the Casino Kid to tonight: you will need to watch everything to have a glimpse into what my body is capable of doing to another human being. Sure, Justin is getting lucky with a definitely attractive woman, but he'll be lucky to get it up after the beatdown coming to him. Newton, I'll see you tonight, and welcome back; I'm going to bust you up.

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Dick Trickle strode confidently through the backstage corridors of the wrestling arena, his massive companion Colossus lumbering beside him. Their recent victory in the ring had filled them with a sense of triumph, their dominance on display for all to see. But their elation was short-lived as they turned a corner and came face to face with Britlyn Baylor, the stern-faced enforcer of rules and order within the wrestling organization.



The air seemed to chill as Britlyn's gaze fell upon them, her expression a mix of disappointment and resolve. Without preamble, she stepped forward, her voice cutting through the quiet tension like a knife.



"Dick Trickle," she began, her tone cold and firm, "I am utterly disgusted by yours and your clients actions out there. Totally uncalled for."



Dick's brow furrowed in confusion, his pride momentarily overshadowed by the seriousness of Britlyn's words. Colossus, sensing the shift in atmosphere, tensed beside him, his massive frame ready for whatever confrontation might arise.



"What do you mean?" Dick demanded, his voice tinged with defensiveness. "We did what we had to do out there. It's all part of the game. And maybe you were too busy with your head in Justin York's crotch to see what happened at the Pay Per View. That walking barbie doll cost my client the match! Are we supposed to just sit back and let that happen?!"

Britlyn's eyes narrowed, her resolve unyielding. "What you did crossed a line, Dick. It's not just about the game anymore. It's about integrity, about upholding the values of this organization."



Dick's jaw tightened, his pride wounded by Britlyn's accusations. "And what do you plan to do about it?" he challenged, his voice tinged with defiance.



A steely glint flickered in Britlyn's eyes as she delivered her verdict. "You're being kicked out of the building," she declared, her voice unwavering. "And you're forfeiting your shot at the Revival Title Briefcase later tonight."



The weight of Britlyn's words hung heavy in the air, the gravity of the punishment sinking in for both Dick and Colossus. Their chance at glory slipping away in an instant, replaced by the harsh reality of consequences for their actions.



Protest rose in Dick's throat, his instinct to fight back against the injustice of it all. But Britlyn's gaze silenced him, her authority unquestionable in this moment of reckoning.

Just then, Colossus stepped up, shoving Britt against the wall with his body. 

"You mean lady!" he says. "Me don't like mean ladies!" 

His breath blew her hair, and with him weighing nearly 400 pounds more than her, a bit of fright overtook her expression. Dick grinned. 

"Are you sure you wanna go this route, Ms. Baylor?"

As Davenport emerged seemingly out of thin air, a metallic pipe gripped tightly in his hand, chaos erupted in the backstage corridor. With a swift and brutal strike, he brought the pipe crashing down upon Colossus, the giant wrestler toppling to the ground with a resounding thud. Shock and confusion rippled through the onlookers as security personnel scrambled to intervene, their shouts filling the air as they rushed to separate the combatants.



Amidst the chaos, Britlyn found herself momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events. As Davenport's gaze flickered towards her, concern etched into his features, she nodded slightly, confirming her safety. His expression softened with relief before he nodded in return and swiftly retreated into the shadows, disappearing as quickly as he had appeared.



York, another wrestler, arrived on the scene moments later, his timing just a beat too late to witness the altercation firsthand. His brow furrowed in confusion as he took in the scene before him, his attention drawn to the fallen figure of Colossus and the flurry of activity surrounding him.



"That guy again?" York muttered incredulously, shaking his head in disbelief. "What is it with him?"



Britlyn's expression darkened at York's flippant remark, her disapproval evident in the stern set of her jaw. She couldn't fathom how York could make light of the situation, especially considering Davenport's timely intervention on her behalf.



But as Britlyn's gaze lingered on York, a subtle shift occurred within her, a change in perspective sparked by his seemingly callous remark. Suddenly, a glimmer of realization crossed her features, a newfound determination taking hold.



"So, what was your idea earlier?" Britlyn inquired, her voice steady despite the tumultuous events unfolding around them.



York blinked in surprise at the sudden shift in conversation, caught off guard by Britlyn's abrupt change in demeanor. Nevertheless, he quickly composed himself, recognizing the opportunity that lay before them.



"Well," York began, his mind racing as he seized the moment, "I was thinking we could shake things up a bit. Maybe introduce some new talent, fresh faces to keep the talent on their toes."



Britlyn nodded thoughtfully, her gaze distant as she considered York's suggestion. In the midst of the chaos and uncertainty, a spark of innovation ignited within her, fueled by the desire to turn adversity into opportunity.



"New talent," Britlyn mused aloud, a hint of excitement creeping into her voice. "I like the sound of that."

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Stone: This one is gonna be entertaining!

Blaze: No doubt. And brutal. The X factor in this match is Cox. Does she have what it takes to finally get over that hump and win the big one?!

Stone: With a new company comes a new opportunity!

As the bell rang, signaling the start of the match, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause. Khloe Cox wasted no time, lunging forward and delivering a lightning-fast dropkick to Karli Gomez, catching her off guard. Tressa Smylez and Constance Amendola engaged in a heated exchange of strikes, neither one willing to back down.

Meanwhile, Khloe Cox seized the opportunity and dashed towards the ladder stationed at ringside. With agility and precision, she slid it into the ring, setting it up directly beneath the suspended briefcase hanging high above the ring. However, before she could ascend, Karli Gomez recovered and grabbed her by the ankle, pulling her down hard onto the mat.

Tressa Smylez saw her chance and charged towards the ladder, but Constance Amendola intercepted her with a powerful clothesline, sending her crashing to the canvas. With the ring now clear, Constance Amendola began her ascent up the ladder, her eyes locked on the coveted briefcase dangling above.

Stone: These ladies are wasting zero time getting up that ladder.

Blaze: You know I thought we'd see a fight first but they seem to wanna get out of here as quickly as possible!

As Tressa Smylez and Constance Amendola grappled atop the ladder, the tension in the arena was palpable. Tressa, determined to gain the upper hand, seized hold of Constance's tights, using them as leverage to steady herself. Wrapping her arms tightly around Constance's waist, Tressa attempted to hoist herself up further towards the briefcase.

However, Constance was not one to be easily overpowered. With a quick and decisive elbow strike, she broke free from Tressa's grasp, causing her rival to stagger backward. The ladder swayed precariously under their combined weight as they jockeyed for position on the fourth rung, each woman refusing to yield an inch.

Meanwhile, in the corner of the ring, Khloe Cox and Karli Gomez continued their brutal exchange of blows. Their fists flew with lightning speed as they traded punches, neither willing to back down. But Khloe, sensing an opportunity, suddenly seized hold of Karli and whipped her towards the ladder with all her strength.

With a sickening crash, Karli collided with the ladder, her back absorbing the impact as it sent the metal structure toppling backward. Both Tressa and Constance managed to release their grips just in time, narrowly avoiding being caught in the chaos as the ladder crashed to the canvas below.

As the dust settled, the arena erupted into a cacophony of cheers and gasps. Khloe Cox stood triumphant in the center of the ring, a fierce glint in her eye as she surveyed the wreckage around her. With the ladder now out of commission, the battle for the briefcase had been thrown wide open once more, leaving all four women scrambling to seize the advantage.

Constance, who landed on her feet stumbles toward the corner.

Khloe comes off the ropes with a bulldog on Constance.

She pops up.

SUPER KICK from Tressa!

This stumbles Khloe back as Karli holds the ropes down, sending her tumbling to the mat outside.

Blaze: Thanks for coming!

Karli charges Tressa, but Tressa ducks and comes off the ropes with a cross-body.

As Tressa Smylez gathered her confidence, she saw an opportunity to take the fight to Khloe Cox outside the ring. With determination in her eyes, Tressa sprinted towards the ropes, launching herself over the top in a spectacular suicide dive aimed straight at her opponent. But Khloe was one step ahead, sidestepping at the last moment, causing Tressa to crash hard into the unforgiving mat below.

Stone: High risk, low reward!

Blaze: Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, Stone.

Khloe couldn't resist a moment of playful taunting as she looked down at her fallen adversary. With a sly grin, she mockingly made a fake crying gesture with her hands before rolling back into the ring, leaving Tressa nursing her wounds on the outside.

Inside the ring, Constance Amendola had regained her footing and was ready to resume her battle with Khloe. The two locked eyes, a silent agreement passing between them that it was time to settle their score once and for all. With fists clenched, they charged at each other, exchanging thunderous blows in the center of the ring.

But their brawl was suddenly interrupted as Karli Gomez soared into the fray with a breathtaking springboard cross body, catching both Constance and Khloe off guard. The impact sent all three women crashing to the canvas, the force of the collision reverberating throughout the arena.

As the crowd roared in excitement, Karli quickly seized the opportunity to capitalize on her momentum. With a fierce determination burning in her eyes, she scrambled to her feet and surveyed the chaos around her, ready to press her advantage and emerge victorious in this high-stakes showdown.

The chaos inside the ring escalated as Constance and Khloe joined forces to prevent Karli Gomez from retrieving the ladder. Together, they unleashed a barrage of punishing strikes, hammering Karli relentlessly as she struggled to defend herself. But just when it seemed like Karli was on the brink of being overwhelmed, Tressa Smylez reentered the fray, grabbing Khloe by the hair and pulling her away from the melee.

With a swift and calculated motion, Tressa executed a devastating DDT on Khloe, driving her skull-first into the canvas. As Khloe writhed in pain, Tressa turned her attention to Constance, lifting her up for a powerful suplex. However, Constance's resilience shone through as she managed to land on her feet, quickly retaliating with a lightning-fast standing dropkick that caught Tressa off guard.

The momentum shifted once again as Tressa stumbled backward, only to be met by a perfectly executed standing dropkick from Karli. The force of the impact spun Tressa around, sending her right into the waiting arms of Constance, who leveled her with a thunderous German suplex. As Tressa crashed to the mat, the crowd erupted into cheers, marveling at the display of athleticism and skill unfolding before their eyes.

But Constance's moment of triumph was short-lived as Khloe Cox reentered the fray with a vengeance, delivering a brutal superkick that caught her square in the jaw. With Constance reeling, Khloe wasted no time in turning her attention back to Karli, who charged at her with reckless abandon. Khloe sidestepped Karli's attack, sending her crashing to the canvas with a drop toe hold.

But Khloe wasn't finished yet. With a calculated precision, she flipped in mid-air, driving her knees into Karli's midsection with a vicious Insult-to-Injury. The impact left Karli gasping for air as she writhed in agony on the mat. With a determined glint in her eye, Khloe rose to her feet and cast a defiant gaze towards the ladder, making a symbolic gesture of a belt around her waist.

Stone: Make no bones about it, Khloe is here to become Revival Champ and get that guaranteed title shot!

Blaze: It's literally her only motivation right now, and do ya blame her?!

With the crowd roaring in anticipation, Khloe Cox unleashed her signature move, the Law of Gravity, a standing moonsault double knee drop aimed directly at the chest or abdomen of Tressa Smylez. The impact was devastating as Tressa crumpled to the mat, gasping for breath, feeling the full force of Khloe's attack.

As Constance Amendola attempted to intervene with a clothesline, Khloe ducked under the attempt, using her momentum to rebound off the ropes. With lightning speed, she launched herself towards Constance, executing a flawless Lou Thesz Press. Khloe's fists rained down upon Constance's face in a rapid-fire assault, each blow landing with precision and power.

Constance struggled beneath Khloe's relentless onslaught, desperately trying to block the flurry of punches raining down upon her. But Khloe showed no signs of letting up, her determination evident as she continued to pummel Constance without mercy.

Finally, after delivering a punishing barrage of blows, Khloe rolled off of Constance, leaving her dazed and reeling on the canvas. Seizing the opportunity, Khloe wasted no time, springing into action as she slid out of the ring and made her way towards the ladder.

With single-minded focus, Khloe grabbed hold of the ladder and began to drag it towards the ring, the metal structure clattering against the arena floor as she maneuvered it into position. The crowd erupted into cheers, sensing that victory was within Khloe's grasp as she prepared to ascend the ladder and claim the prize that awaited her at the top.

Just as Khloe Cox was moments away from setting up the ladder, a sudden interruption came from Karli Gomez, who launched herself into action with a lightning-fast baseball slide. The impact struck the ladder with incredible force, sending it careening backward directly into Khloe, who had no time to react.

Khloe let out a gasp of surprise as she felt the ladder collide with her body, knocking her off her feet and sending her crashing to the ground with a resounding thud. The weight of the ladder pressed down upon her, leaving her momentarily stunned and winded from the force of the impact.

Karli stood over Khloe, a fierce determination burning in her eyes as she seized the opportunity to gain the upper hand in the match. With a swift and decisive motion, she reached down and grabbed hold of the ladder, wrenching it away from Khloe's grasp and ensuring that her opponent would be unable to use it to her advantage.

The crowd watched in anticipation as Karli surveyed the chaos around her, her mind racing with possibilities as she contemplated her next move. With Khloe temporarily incapacitated, the opportunity was ripe for Karli to make her mark and assert her dominance in the match.

But with the other competitors still in the mix, the battle was far from over. As Khloe struggled to regain her bearings and Karli plotted her next move.

As Constance Amendola focused on setting up the table in one corner of the ring, Karli Gomez spotted her movements and sprang into action. With lightning speed, Karli bounded off the ropes, building momentum for a flying back elbow aimed directly at Constance. However, Constance was ready, anticipating Karli's attack. With cat-like reflexes, she caught Karli mid-air and swiftly spun around, redirecting her momentum so that Karli landed feet-first onto the table.

But Constance wasn't finished yet. With a calculated sweep of her legs, she sent Karli tumbling backward, causing her to crash onto her back on the sturdy surface of the table. The impact elicited a collective gasp from the crowd as Karli lay stunned amidst the wreckage.

Just as the dust began to settle, Tressa Smylez seized her chance, climbing to the top rope with agility and grace. With a fearless determination, she launched herself into the air, executing a breathtaking rounding moonsault aimed at Karli. The crowd held its breath as Tressa soared through the air, her trajectory set to collide with Karli and the table below.

With a deafening crash, Tressa's body crashed through the table, splintering it into pieces as both she and Karli absorbed the full force of the impact. The ring shook with the intensity of the collision as debris scattered in all directions.

Stone: GOOD GOD!

Blaze: Timber!

CROWD: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT

As the arena erupted into a chorus of cheers and applause, Constance Amendola turned her attention to the ladder, intent on seizing victory for herself. But before she could make a move, she found herself met with a stiff right hand from Khloe Cox. The blow landed with devastating force, sending Constance sprawling to the mat in a daze, momentarily stunned by the unexpected attack from Khloe.

Khloe wipes her lip, and turns her head to find the ladder.

Stone: Khloe is surviving here against the odds, and there’s never been a better time than now! Go get it Khloe!

As Khloe Cox glanced at the ladder and then at the roaring crowd, a surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins. With a determined expression, she wasted no time in setting up the ladder right in the center of the ring, the metal structure towering above her as a symbol of her path to victory.

As Khloe began her ascent up one side of the ladder, Constance Amendola mirrored her movements on the other side, both women climbing with focused intensity, each step bringing them closer to the coveted briefcase hanging high above the ring. The crowd erupted into a deafening roar of encouragement, their cheers echoing throughout the arena, spurring Khloe and Constance on in their quest for glory.

Stone: It isn’t over yet!

But just as it seemed like Khloe and Constance were on the verge of reaching the top, a sudden interruption came from Tressa Smylez and Karli Gomez.

Blaze: How in the hell are they moving!

Stone: They barely are. It’s got to be muscle memory at this point!

With Tressa back on her feet wobbly, she made a desperate attempt to intervene, reaching out to grab hold of the ladder and prevent Khloe and Constance from claiming victory.

But Karli wasn't about to let her efforts go unchallenged. With a quick and decisive motion, she grabbed hold of Tressa's leg, pulling her back and preventing her from getting any closer to the ladder. The two women engaged in a fierce struggle, locked in a battle of wills as they fought for control amidst the chaos unfolding around them.

Meanwhile, Khloe and Constance continued their ascent, each rung bringing them closer to their goal. With victory within their grasp, they pushed themselves to the limit, their determination unwavering as they reached out for the briefcase dangling tantalizingly above.

But with Tressa and Karli still locked in their struggle below, the outcome of the match hung in the balance. The tension in the arena was palpable as the final moments of the match played out before the electrified crowd.

On the top of the ladder Khloe and Constance exchanged blows. With victory within her reach, Khloe Cox found herself locked in a fierce exchange of blows with Constance Amendola atop the ladder. Each punch landed with precision and power, the sound echoing throughout the arena as the two competitors fought tooth and nail for supremacy. Despite Constance's resilience, Khloe's relentless assault proved too much, as she landed a stiff right hand that sent Constance tumbling off the ladder.

The crowd erupted into cheers as Constance crashed down onto Tressa Smylez, the impact leaving both women sprawled out on the canvas below. Khloe, now alone at the top of the ladder, could practically taste victory as she reached out for the briefcase dangling tantalizingly above.

Stone: She’s gonna do it! It’s right there! It’s so close she can taste it! Grab it Khloe!

Blaze: Incoming!

But just as she was about to grasp the prize, a sudden burst of movement caught Khloe off guard. With a burst of adrenaline, Karli Gomez leaped from the top rope onto the ladder, causing it to wobble precariously beneath their combined weight. Khloe's grip faltered as she struggled to maintain her balance, dropping a couple of rungs in the process.

The tension in the arena reached a fever pitch as Khloe and Karli teetered atop the ladder, their fates hanging in the balance. With every heartbeat, the crowd held its breath, anticipation mounting as they awaited the outcome of this thrilling showdown.

Khloe fought to steady herself, her muscles straining with effort as she desperately tried to regain her footing.

With both Khloe and Karli reaching the top of the ladder, the intensity of their exchange reached its peak. Their fists collided in a rapid-fire succession of blows, each strike fueled by determination and adrenaline. Hair and sweat flew through the air as they fought tooth and nail for supremacy.

Khloe unleashed a powerful right hand, followed by a swift left from Karli in retaliation. The back-and-forth exchange continued, neither woman willing to back down. But just as it seemed like Karli might gain the upper hand, Khloe unleashed a crafty maneuver, slipping her leg through the rungs of the ladder and delivering a well-placed kick to Karli's leg, causing her to stumble precariously.

Seizing the opportunity, Khloe grabbed a handful of Karli's blonde hair, wrenching her head back and slamming her face against the top of the ladder. The impact echoed throughout the arena as Karli cried out in pain, her grip faltering as she lost her footing and tumbled down to the canvas below.

Stone: There goes Gomez! A valiant effort but she’s gonna fall just short tonight!

Blaze: I see what you did there.

Panting heavily, sweat dripping down her brow, Khloe stood alone atop the ladder, the briefcase hanging tantalizingly close above her. The crowd erupted into thunderous applause, recognizing the sheer determination and resilience displayed by Khloe Cox throughout the grueling match.

With a final surge of energy, Khloe reached out, her fingers brushing against the cold metal of the briefcase. With a triumphant cry, she unhooked it from its perch, clutching it tightly in her hands as she stood victorious in the center of the ring.



Lee Masters: And here is your winner and REVIVAL TITLE qualifier.......Khloe Cox!

Stone: She did it! Khloe did it! She’s going to Danger to compete for the Revival Title!

Blaze: Ushering in the new era in style! Khloe was searching for somewhere to be as successful as her own expectations are, and she’s off to a great start!

CROWD: KHLOE KHLOE KHLOE KHLOE KHLOE!

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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The night had only just started here on Battleground, as the fans were mildly reacting to tonight’s festivities. Whispers have rumbled throughout the backstage that current EPW champ Clyde Newton has a little bit to say before the main event. Without further ado, his voice echoed from the screen, sending shockwaves through the arena. These suggestions and comments the crowd was making were more negative. Hated by many and loved by none, he sat relaxed back on his leather sofa inside the safety of his own locker room. With his sunglasses resting on the top of his head and a smirk that went from ear to ear, he spoke in a calm, passionate voice.

Clyde Newton: Everyone wants to know the million-dollar question of where my allegiance lies on this night. When they first asked me to be the special ref for tonight, I promised I would call the match right down the middle.

His smirk grew to a serious facial expression as he leaned forward on the sofa as he continued to speak.

Clyde Newton: Of course that was a bullshit lie, but who is really going to stop me?

The fans in attendance were now letting him hear from every seat in the stands how much they hated him.

Clyde Newton: Did you expect anything different? Where do we start? Donnie is the guy nipping at my heels, trying to capture my EPW heavyweight title. Justin, on the other hand, was already dealt with to gain this title. So if you think for one damn second I am going to take my eyes off any of these men, you are blind. As a matter of fact, I feel like I need more eyes on this match to make sure nothing shady goes down.

Laughing as he says this, he places his shades back over his eyes and holds his title up to the camera.

Clyde Newton: See, here is what we are going to do.

Pausing for a second and thinking.

Clyde Newton: Both of these men have made enemies around this company and, for the most part, have stepped on everyone's toes here. I say we surround the ring with as many people who dislike you as possible, and we do this shit lumberjack style. No escape, no running; just the better man wins as I decide the outcome.

Putting his title back down on the sofa, he raised his eyebrows and flared his nostrils in an act of anger.

Clyde Newton: So, boys, the champion has spoken.

Giving the camera a middle finger in typical Clyde mannerism as the smirk reappeared on his facial features.

Clyde Newton: So, Donnie, if you somehow make it out of this alive and still walking, I can deflate that ego you have when we do meet. You have faced some worthy opponents in your little run here in EPW, but none of them have been at my level of intensity. This championship resides in my possession until otherwise you get that bitch.

Grabbing a drink from the table that rests in front of the sofa, he popped his energy drink open and took a sip before he spoke.

Clyde Newton: Justin York, you are still an idiot. I managed to bash that baby face of yours in and capture this title at the same time. It was like having my cake and eating it at the same fucking time.

No more sipping on the energy drink; he grabbed the can and chugged the rest well. He sat quietly. After some time passed, he continued to rant about the lumberjack match he just announced.

Clyde Newton: I have also made sure the toughest, most ruthless superstars have been hand-selected to surround the ring. The moment one of you goes outside the ring, they have been instructed to destroy it at any cost. I have given them all the green light to use whatever they can get their hands on weapons, fists, and the old lady prosthetic leg in the front row. I want to make sure none of you can walk away from this match like the scared little bitches you are.

Slamming his can on the table, now empty, it made a dinging sound as he laughed once again before finishing speaking.

Clyde: So it has come, so it has passed. The champion has spoken; now may the better man outlast.

The screen came to an abrupt black screen as the image and audio of Clyde Newton faded away.

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Stone Highmore: Well BLAZE it has definitely been an Outcast kinda evening wouldn’t ya say?


Roland Blaze: Uhhh yeah! And we aren’t even close to finished! Matter fact got kind of a big one up next!


Stone Highmore: Holy crap you actually know what’s coming up next?


Roland Blaze: Well yeah DINGBAT this show is the last time we operate under the Outcast banner, and well we’ve made such wonderful memories here!


Stone Highmore: No…No don’t do that, I told you not to come out here with all that crying stuff!


Roland Blaze: BUT WHY?


Stone Highmore: Cause then I’m gunna start crying and no one wants to hear two blubbering twats call a wrestling match we can cry during the commercial OK?


Roland Blaze: Promise?


Stone Highmore: Only if you fricken stop it right this instant! It’s time for GOTH and Alexander Davenport!

Jolie Vexx, Brit's younger sister, accompanied Davenport to the ring. She is the "special guest time keeper".

Roland Blaze: Ohhh you’re right this is a pretty big one especially when you stop and think about all the hell Goth brought down on himself by picking up that victory at Ashes-2-Ashes!


Stone Highmore: Yeah but now you have to ask yourself if its even worth it because well with the BoSS LaDy in “CaHooTZ” with Justin York, who has it in for our boy Goth you have to at least consider they are gunna go out of their way to make Goth’s life a living nightmare!


Roland Blaze: What like this is the first time Goth has had to face challenges like this? I mean don’t get me wrong yeah it’s probably gunna suck to be Goth but whatever antics Justin York uses to antagonize Got are all things he is going to have to answer for face to face with Goth at our next pay per view…So hopefully for the boss lady Britt Baylor and her new beau Justin York the juice had better be worth the squeeze!


Stone Highmore: Well I mean as much as I hate low hanging fruit that definitely seems to be the case so far as far as them two go!


Roland Blaze: Ohhhh I’m tellin!


Stone Highmore: Yeah we are on commentary and I said it out loud so I'm pretty sure by the time you get to her it will be old news! Plus I didn’t say anything outside of the two of them appearing to be quite smitten these days is all…As long as Ms. Balor is happy what else matters?


Roland Blaze: SO went with the brown lipstick did ya?...Hey Stone you got some on you nose there bud!




Suddenly Britlin Baylor’s theme blares over the PA system and naturally all attention turns towards the entrance ramp as every ass leaves its seat! She walks out on stage like the CEO she is all smiles only the fans don’t seem to be all that happy to see her…AGaIn!! But as Davenport and Goth also turn their attention to the entrance ramp Britlin Balor raises the mic to her mouth and begins to speak.


Britlyn:  Good evening once again, I really do hate to interrupt but as you all know there are some very serious implications regarding the outcome of this match and well suffice to say due to the significance of the outcome being of paramount importance I unfortunately didn’t exactly feel comfortable in the hands of any regular Joe official currently employed by EPW, so I went out in search for someone who not only appreciates but respects the rules that govern all standard wrestling matches. Someone with outstanding moral fiber, and someone that won’t be pushed around…And well I regret to inform you all that person was busy, so I went and got the next best thing, so ladies and gentlemen the special guest referee for this very important match is none other than JUSTINNNNNN YORRRKKKKKKK!

The boos rain down followed York which judging by the smirk on his face these boos might as well be cheers as he walks out wearing his zebra stripes and is saying something to the men in the ring we are unable to make out. But speaking of making OUT, Justin stops and gives his lady an almost inappropriate smooch before making his way down to the ring.


Stone: Well I hate to say I told ya so!


Blaze: Bro NO YOU DON’T!!!


Stone: Meh when you’re right you’re right! I TOLD YA SO!!!


Blaze: Stone I really hope you change your damn tune before we get real in ELEVATE, because THE BOSS LADY just got finished telling us Justin York is the 2nd fairest person on the roster! Aint nothin wrong with SILVER BABY!!!!


Stone: I’m surrounded by IDIOTS!!!


Justin York takes his time getting to the ring, but calls for the bell immediately…


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Stone: Now remember, folks. If Goth wins, HE gets to choose the stipulation of his match with York at Shockwave! This whole thing just SCREAMS set up!

Goth still with his back turned doesn’t see Davenport get a running start or the knee he throws into Goth’s back causing him to stumble forward and go flying head first into the turnbuckle pads. Alexander Danvenport doesn’t waste a single moment as he follows up and buries a few stiff arms into Goth’s kidney area pressing him into the corner. Davenport then quickly hooks Goth’s arm over his neck as he lifts Goth by the waist and then drops Goth on his shoulders with a backdrop suplex. Goth’s shoulders crash against the mat with a loud thud as the fans are booing as Justin York still hasn’t gotten in the ring yet, cause well a few moments ago the fans were booing him, and now they are fighting over who gets to take selfies with him as his eyes casually glance at the ring every now and again.


Davenport shoots back up to his feet, and goes to pick Goth up by his hair but Goth quickly shoots up and wraps Davenport up in a small package pin, as the fans begin making a ruckus and even start counting while Justin York notices this and still stops to pose for his selfies, but then he apologizes to the fans as he quickly runs and slides underneath the bottom rope and  FINALLY begins to make his count


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KICKOUT BY DAVENPORT!!!


Goth gets up and immediately shoves Justin York who goes flying out towards the center of the ring. York doesn’t take too kindly to that as we see him giving his rival an earful while pointing to the stripes on his shirt making sure everyone understood their place. Goth waves him off and is able to turn around and bury his boot in Alex Davenport’s face as he was trying to get back on his feet. Goth then leans over picking Davenport up and then dropping him across his knee with a textbook backbreaker. Goth backs into the corner and pulls himself up to the middle turnbuckle leaps off and drives the point of his elbow into the back of Alexander Davenport’s head as he was trying to push himself up to his feet.


Blaze: So remind me what is so important about this encounter real quick woulda ya Stone?


Stone: Well if Goth loses then York will then be able to select the stipulations for the next epic encounter that is already booked for our first pay per view under the ELEVATE BANNER!


Blaze: Ohhh sweet baby JESUS, Goth is gunna have to really pull one out of his rear here!


Stone: Ya think? I mean blatantly stacked deck aside Alex Davenport is the furthest thing from a push over!


Blaze: Man there is a lot going on in this one!


Stone: Yup and it’s one of the things that separates us from the rest!


Goth picks Davenport up by his hair as Justin York sees this as a violation of his authority and demands Goth let go immediately. Which he does only so he and York could go nose to nose which causes every fan to leave their seat yelling, screaming, and practically BEGGING that Goth give York the punch in the face he’s had coming since York showed back up. But just before it could come to blows Davenport is able to sneak back up on his feet and roll Goth up in a school boy pin attempt as Justin York quickly jumps down and begins his (fast) count


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GOTH KICKS OUT!!!


Davenport and Goth then race back to their feet Goth is a single step quicker as he lunges towards Davenport attempting to take him off of his feet with a clothesline but Davenport is able to quickly wrap his arms around Goth and then lifts him with both legs sending Goth flying over his head and crashing back down onto the canvas with a smooth overhead belly-2-belly suplex. Goth’s back smacks the canvas hard as he sits up, only for Davenport to quickly follow up with a SHINING WIZARD to the back of the head! The fans let out a gasp as the sound of Davenport’s boot connecting with Goth’s head echoes throughout the entire arena. Davenport quickly jumps on top of Goth as he once again attempts to put this one away


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…THR NO KICKOUT!!!


Davenport looks at York and shakes his head after another quick count from York who yells at Davenport to “COME ON PUT HIS ASS AWAY ALREADY!” Alex scoffs at York as he pulls himself and Goth back up to their feet, but suddenly Davenport its blasted in the throat by a Kane esq chop to the throat from Goth. THe move caught Davenport off guard as he goes staggering back clutching at his throat as Goth runs forward grabbing Alex Davenport and drilling him HEADFIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DOUBLE ARM DDT!!! THe fans gasp as the cocky smile on York’s face all but vanishes as Goth gets back up to his feet and walks over grabbing both of Davenport’s legs lifting and turning him over into a WALLS OF JERICHO style Boston Crab. Davenport is facing in the opposite direction of the ropes and Goth is really leaning on this one. The fans start to cause a commotion only because Justin York in this very moment has taken it upon himself to exit the ring. Goth doesn’t see this as he is too busy trying to get Davenport to tap which he appears about ready to do.


Justin York slides out of the ring and walks over to the announce table grabbing the headset and putting it on.


Blaze: STONE HOW COOL IS THIS? Justin York is coming over here to do COLOR COMMENTARY! Can this dude do it all or what?


Stone: Hey York you might wanna do the job you were brought out here to do bud! Your pal Goth could end this one at any moment, Alexander Davenport is lookin to be in some serious pain!


Justin York: Ohhh relax STONE, I am doing what I was brought out here to do…What neither of these two could do without my help…Which obviously is ENTERTAIN THE MASSES, as only Justin York can do!


Blaze: AGREED! Listen to them STONE!


Stone: Well they aren’t saying anything flattering that’s for damn sure!


Justin York: Not all attention is good attention Stone, you should know that from your experiences with members of the opposite sex, but they are still entertained none the less! I am clearly the best multitasker on the OCW ROSTER!!!


Blaze: UH-OH MR. YORK TURN AROUND!!!


Stone: Again…TOLD YA SO!!


Goth eventually turned his head to see what the commotion was about and after a few moments released Alexander Davenport from the hold. Goth slides out of the ring walks up behind Justin York and yanks the headset off his head and quickly grabs Justin York by the back of his collar and the back of his pants walks him back towards the ring and throws him back in underneath the bottom rope. Goth goes to climb back up and once he is fully standing Alexander Davenport runs over and hits a FLAWLESS flipping DROP KICK that sends Goth flying off the ring apron back first into the guardrail! Justin York is back up on his feet and he isn’t happy. He starts counting Goth out only his count started at 4! THe fans are booing massively as Davenport slides under the ring breaking the count that Justin has to start all the way over…AT 4!


Davenport picks Goth up and then drops him throat first across the guardrail. Davenport goes to then grab Goth’s head and ram it into the guardrail for good measure but Goth is able to fire an elbow right into his midsection, followed by another then another. Goth then quickly grabs Davenport wrapping his leg around Davenports then grabbing his shoulder and sends them both flying backwards sending Alexander Davenport flying head first into the bottom of the steel ringsteps! The fans pop as the sound of Davenport’s head impacting the steel ringsteps echoes throughout the arena! Goth then gets back to his feet and briefly rolls inside the ring breaking the count just as York was at nine!. Goth walks over and stomps on the down Alexander, then scoops him up and rolls him back inside the ring. Goth yells for York to get the hell out of the way as Goth slides underneath the bottom rope and then quickly shoots up to his feet. He picks Alex Davenport up drags him to the center of the ring and hooks his arm over his shoulder. Goth then grabs Davenport by the rights lifts him high into the air and then drills him in the center of the ring with his signature BRAINBUSTER he refers to as the Gothic Cross.


Stone: GOTHIC CROSS IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!!! AND MAN DID HE GET EVERY FRIGGIN BIT OF THAT ONE!!!


Blaze: What kind of stipulation do you think York is gunna pick Stone?


Stone: The way it seems to be going at present that isn’t gunna be Justin’s decision to make Goth just drilled Davenport into the canvas with one of his favorite moves!


Blaze: Yeah but York has to count to three, which as we have seen so far isn’t exactly his top priority! Kids these days right?


Stone: Nevermind all of that, the look on Goth’s face right now tells us all we need to know any other match Goth goes for the pin right there, but since the ref is who he is, Goth knows his best chance to put this one away is to get Davenport to submit! So it appears he is going back for that Boston CRAB!!!


Goth reapplies the Boston Crab onto Davenport as Davenport writhes in pain. But it doesn’t take long for Davenport to quickly crawl over to the ropes wrapping his arm around the bottom rope. Goth trying to get a lil more out of it refuses to break the hold despite Justin York DEMANDING Goth do so. York then forcefully pulls Goth off of Davenport as the crowd once again comes alive. Goth and York once again go nose to nose as Davenport quickly gets back up on his feet. HE runs towards Goth who has his back to him and drops his shoulder into his back sending him flying into Justin York! York and Goth stumble forward practically ontop of each other until York is able to regain his footing against the turnbuckle pad. However York VIOLENTLY SHOVES GOTH OUT OF THE CORNER INTO ALEX DAVENPORT’S WAITING ARMS AS HE HOOKS BOTH OF GOTH’S ARMS INTO A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK AND THEN POWERS GOTH BACKWARDS AND PLANTS HIM FIRMLY INTO THE CANVAS WITH HIS TRADEMARK DOUBLE UNDERHOOK GERMAN SUPLEX that he bridges into a pin as Justin York immediately drops down and slaps his hands into the canvas.

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GOTH WAS ABLE TO KICK AWAY BUT IT WAS TOO LATE! YORK’s hand quickly slammed against the canvas a mere moment before GOth was able to kickout! THe fans in the arena begin to stir and begin to shower BOOS down onto the ground as Justin York is IMMEDIATLEY DEMANDING THE BELL BE RUNG, as far as he is concerned this one is over, and well since he has the zebras on it’s over for everyone else as well. York walks over and screams at the TIMEKEEPER…





Justin York: RING THE BELL!!!! DAVENPORT WINS VIA PINFALL!!!


Stone: Well this was every bit the miscarriage of justice I knew it would be, Goth was SCREWED HERE TONIGHT!!! ANd now Justin York gets to pick the match stips for their PPV match…But again he had better be careful because he may very well just give Goth the rope to hang him with!


Blaze: Can you say that on TV?


Stone: I’m kinda passed caring at this point that bullshit…WAS BS!


Blaze: Yeah but Alexander Davenport don’t think so..I MEAN THAT DUDE JUST BEAT GOTH!!! THAT”S A HUGE FRICKEN DEAL especially on a historic night like tonight for Pete’s sake!


Stone: Shut up you don’t even know anyone named PETE! And yes it is a tremendous victory for Alexander Davenport who now heads straight into the bright future that will be EPW! But I would hazard to say Goth will want to run this one back at some point!


Blaze: Yeah if there’s anything left of him by the time my boy York is done with him!


Stone: York is not your boy nimcompoop!


Blaze: Yeah he, I sent him a text like a month ago and he answered me back today!


Stone: Oh yeah?...What’d it say?


Blaze: Uhhh…who is this?


Stone: Dear God please tell me there is a segment a commercial, anything!

Jolie is upset. They didn't like the way the match was handled. 

Alexander wanted to beat Goth outright, not get handed a victory. York makes his way to the back as Jolie and Alexander glare at him.

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QUICK COMMERCIAL BREAK, A WORD FROM OUR SPONORS: C4 ENERGY PRODUCTS

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As the bell rang, the three competitors wasted no time in unleashing their fury upon each other. Krow, known for his ruthless aggression, charged at Maddox with unbridled ferocity. Maddox, however, was prepared, countering Krow's onslaught with a series of vicious strikes.

Meanwhile, Barney Green wasted no time in introducing a steel chair into the fray, swinging it with lethal precision at both Krow and Maddox. The sound of metal meeting flesh echoed throughout the arena as the intensity of the match continued to escalate.

Not content with just chairs, Maddox retrieved a coil of barbed wire from beneath the ring, wrapping it around his fists as he lunged at Krow. The crowd gasped as the barbed wire tore into Krow's flesh, leaving him bloodied and battered.

Refusing to be outdone, Barney retaliated by reaching under the ring and pulling out a baseball bat wrapped in razor wire. With a savage grin, he swung the bat at Maddox, striking him square in the chest and sending him crashing to the mat in agony.

Stone: Good lord! This is supposed to be a ladder match but these guys have made it extreme!

Blaze: Look who's in that ring, did you expect any different?!

Barney Green went back under the ring and pulled out a table, setting up a table in the center of the ring. Sensing an opportunity, Krow grabbed a pair of brass knuckles from his tights and delivered a devastating blow to Maddox's jaw, sending him reeling.

With Maddox temporarily incapacitated, Krow and Barney eyed the ladder that stood ominously in the corner of the ring. With a silent nod of understanding, the two competitors simultaneously lunged for the ladder, their hands grasping for the rungs as they began to climb.

The crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause as Krow and Barney ascended the ladder, each inch bringing them closer to victory. But just as they reached the top, Maddox recovered, leaping onto the ladder with a desperate fury.

A fierce struggle ensued as the three men battled for supremacy atop the ladder, their bodies intertwined in a chaotic ballet of violence and determination. With every blow exchanged, the ladder swayed precariously, threatening to send all three competitors crashing to the mat below.

As Barney Green's stiff right hand connected with Benjamin Maddox's jaw, the impact was like a thunderclap, echoing through the arena. Maddox's eyes rolled back as he staggered, teetering on the edge of the ring before plummeting down to the unforgiving canvas below.

But before Barney could savor his moment of triumph, Krow surged forward with a primal roar, his forehead crashing into Barney's with bone-crushing force. The blow sent shockwaves reverberating through Barney's skull, disorienting him as his grip on the ladder loosened.

With a desperate struggle, Krow fought to maintain his balance atop the ladder, his hands slipping on the cold metal rungs. The crowd held its breath, the tension palpable as Krow teetered precariously on the brink of disaster.

Sensing an opportunity, Maddox, despite the pain coursing through his body, dragged himself back to his feet, his eyes filled with a fierce determination. With a burst of adrenaline-fueled energy, he lunged forward, grabbing hold of the ladder and shaking it violently in a last-ditch effort to dislodge Krow.

The ladder swayed ominously, threatening to send both Krow and Green crashing down to the mat below. But in a display of sheer willpower, Krow dug deep, his muscles straining against the weight as he fought to maintain his grip.

Maddox began to climb up. Krow was kicking at him.

As Krow's boot connected with Maddox's chest, the force of the impact sent Maddox tumbling backward, crashing to the mat below with a resounding thud. However, the precious seconds Krow spent dealing with Maddox allowed Barney Green to regroup, seizing the opportunity to strike.

With a quickness that belied his size, Barney locked Krow in a tight headlock, his bulging muscles straining against Krow's resistance. The crowd roared with anticipation, sensing the impending chaos about to unfold.

Barney glanced out at the sea of cheering fans, a fierce determination burning in his eyes. With a sudden burst of energy, he leaped from the ladder, his body twisting in mid-air as he executed a breathtaking bulldog maneuver.

The impact shook the ring to its very foundations as Krow was driven face-first into the canvas below, the force of the blow rattling his senses. The crowd erupted into a chorus of cheers and applause, their admiration for Barney's daring move evident in their raucous enthusiasm.

Stone: Barney Green has NO concern for his own body!

Blaze: When has he ever?! It’s what makes him a legend!

All three men are down.

CROWD: BARNEY BARNEY BARNEY BARNEY

Barney rolled away, a pained grimace contorted his features, his hand instinctively reaching for his tailbone. The toll of the brutal match was evident, even for a competitor as tough as Barney Green. Yet, despite the pain, there was a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes, knowing that he had given everything he had in pursuit of victory.

Krow is still wearing the knuckles, and when Barney gets back to his feet, Krow swings blindly.

Barney ducks and hits a fall-away slam on Krow.

With Krow and Maddox sprawled out on the mat, seemingly incapacitated, Barney Green seized the opportunity he had been waiting for his entire career. This was his moment, his chance to ascend to the pinnacle of the wrestling world and claim the championship that had eluded him for so long.

With a steely determination, Barney began to ascend the ladder, each rung bringing him closer to his lifelong dream. The crowd held its collective breath, the tension in the arena palpable as Barney climbed higher and higher.

But just as Barney reached the halfway point, a murmur rippled through the crowd as they realized what he intended to do. With a cunning glint in his eye, Barney halted his ascent, a plan forming in his mind.

Stone: What is he doing?! Why is he coming down?!

With calculated precision, Barney descended the ladder, a sense of purpose driving him forward. He dragged Maddox's limp body and placed him onto the nearby table, followed by hoisting Krow on top of him. The crowd watched in stunned silence, unsure of Barney's intentions.

As Barney stood back and surveyed his handiwork, a sense of satisfaction washed over him. This was his moment to seize glory, to cement his legacy as a true champion of the ring.

Blaze: He wanted to stack the blocks. Haven’t you ever played Jenga?!

Barney turns back to the ladder, and begins to climb again!

Stone: Barney Green begins his ascent to glory! He has a title shot only a few rungs away!

With a resolute determination, Barney began to climb the ladder once more, his muscles burning with exertion. Each rung brought him closer to his destiny, the championship dangling tantalizingly above him.

The crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause, urging Barney onward as he neared the summit of the ladder. Victory was within his grasp, and he refused to let anything stand in his way.

But just as Barney reached out to claim the championship, a sudden crash echoed through the arena as Krow and Maddox stirred on the table below. With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, Barney realized his mistake.

Before he could react, Krow and Maddox sprang to life, launching themselves off the table and crashing into the ladder with bone-jarring force. The impact sent Barney careening through the air, his body twisting and contorting as he plummeted down to the mat below.

The crowd gasped in horror as Barney landed with a sickening thud, his body wracked with pain as he lay motionless on the canvas.

Stone: He was right there! He had it! What the hell was going through his mind!

Blaze: It’s Barney Green, you never know his motives!

As Krow unleashed another devastating blow with the brass knuckles, Maddox staggered backward, his body convulsing with pain before crashing onto the table below. The wood groaned under the impact, but it held, refusing to shatter under the punishment.
Seizing the opportunity, Krow turned his attention towards Barney Green, intent on preventing him from reaching the championship. But Barney, fueled by a surge of adrenaline and determination, intercepted Krow's advance with lightning speed.

With a display of raw strength, Barney grabbed hold of Krow's midsection, hoisting him effortlessly into the air before slamming him down onto the prone form of Maddox lying on the table. The impact reverberated through the arena, sending shockwaves rippling through the ring.

The table buckled under the combined weight of Krow and Maddox, but miraculously, it held together, refusing to give way to the punishment inflicted upon it. The crowd watched in awe as the table wobbled precariously, threatening to collapse at any moment.

Stone: Now go! Climb it! Get up there!

Undeterred by the precariousness of the situation, Barney Green, fueled by his unrelenting determination, ascended the ladder once more. Each rung brought him closer to his goal, the championship briefcase gleaming enticingly above him.

The crowd held its breath, their hearts pounding with anticipation as Barney neared the pinnacle of the ladder. Victory was within his grasp, and he refused to let anything stand in his way.

With a final burst of effort, Barney reached out, his fingers brushing against the cold metal of the championship belt. The crowd erupted into thunderous applause, their cheers echoing throughout the arena as Barney seized hold of the title and claimed victory as his own.

They erupt as he pulls it off.

Stone: HE DID IT! BARNEY GREEN IS GOING TO THE REVIVAL TITLE MATCH!

He clutches the briefcase to his chest, sweat, blood and tears mixing in his eyes.

Blaze: It’ll be Green and Cox next week for all the marbles! That’s gonna be a war!

As Barney Green reached the top of the ladder, his hand inches away from claiming the championship belt, a sudden realization struck him. He didn't need to take the title. He had already proven himself a victor in the eyes of the crowd, his legacy secured as a hardcore legend.

With a fierce determination burning in his eyes, Barney made a split-second decision. Instead of reaching for the championship, he leaped from the ladder, his body hurtling through the air like a missile aimed at his downed opponents below.

Stone: WHAT! NO! WHAT IS HE DOING?!

The crowd gasped in astonishment as Barney soared through the air, his trajectory set on a collision course with Krow and Maddox lying prone on the table. The impact was thunderous, the sound of splintering wood echoing throughout the arena as the table buckled beneath the force of Barney's descent. It shatters.

A deafening roar erupted from the crowd as they witnessed the spectacular collision, their cheers filling the air as Barney Green, the hardcore legend, sacrificed his body for one final moment of glory. As the dust settled and the chaos subsided, Barney lay amidst the wreckage, his body battered and bruised but his spirit unbroken.

Stone: We need to go to break, we'll be back! BARNEY GREEN!

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Brooke Hernandez lay on the stretcher, her body wracked with pain, as medical staff bustled around her, preparing to load her into the waiting ambulance. Britlyn, her longtime friend and colleague, hovered anxiously nearby, her concern etched deeply on her face.



"Brooke, are you okay?!" Britlyn asked, her voice trembling with worry.



Brooke's response came out hoarsely, barely audible above the commotion surrounding them. "I want revenge," she croaked, her eyes burning with a fierce determination.



Britlyn's brows furrowed in concern, realizing the gravity of Brooke's words. "Revenge? Brooke, you need to focus on getting better. Going after Colossus and Damage isn't a good idea right now," she urged, her voice tinged with apprehension.



But Brooke was relentless, her desire for vengeance overpowering any sense of caution. With a strained effort, she struggled to sit up on the stretcher, ignoring the protests of the medical staff. Grasping Britlyn's blouse with trembling hands, she pulled her close, her eyes ablaze with fury.



"I want revenge," Brooke repeated, her voice filled with raw emotion. "I want Colossus, Damage... I want them to pay."



Britlyn's expression softened with empathy, understanding the pain and anger consuming her friend. She gently tried to reason with Brooke, knowing the dangers of pursuing revenge in their line of work. "Brooke, listen to me. Going after them won't solve anything. It'll only put you in more danger," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation.



But Brooke's grip on Britlyn's blouse tightened, her resolve unyielding. Her gaze bore into Britlyn's, demanding understanding, demanding action. And in that moment, Britlyn saw a fire in Brooke's eyes that she had never witnessed before—a fire fueled by pain, by loss, by an insatiable thirst for justice. Just then, Brooke's grip tightened and ripped part of her blouse.


With a heavy sigh, Britlyn's expression hardened, her own resolve solidifying. "Fine," she conceded, her voice low and determined. "Have it your way."

She shoved herself out of Brooke's grasp and shut the ambulance doors, tapping the back to signal it's leaving.

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Jolie sat at her desk in Britlyn's office, a pink C4 energy on her desk, her mind consumed by a whirlwind of emotions. She couldn't shake the image of Davenport swooping in to rescue her sister from danger, his bravery etched into her memory like a scene from a movie. Her heart fluttered with admiration, her cheeks flushing with a hint of embarrassment at her own infatuation.



But beneath the surface of her admiration, there simmered a deep-seated frustration. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at her, knowing that her sister's involvement in Davenport's match had put her in harm's way. She had always been protective of her sister, and the thought of her being caught up in the chaos of the wrestling world filled her with dread.



"Damn it, why did she have to get involved?" Jolie muttered to herself, her voice tinged with exasperation.



Running a hand through her hair, she tried to push aside her worries, focusing instead on the task at hand. She was still a part of the EightPrime corporation, despite stepping down as the General Manager, and she had a responsibility to ensure that things ran smoothly. And now, she had a plan forming in her mind—a way to show her gratitude to Davenport for his heroics, while also addressing her concerns about her sister's safety.



With a determined gleam in her eye, Jolie leaned forward, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she accessed the booking system. She knew exactly what she needed to do.



"Alright, let's see what we have here," she muttered to herself, scrolling through the list of available matches and wrestlers.



As she scanned the options, an idea began to take shape in her mind—a match that would not only showcase Davenport's skills in the ring but also give him the opportunity to prove himself on a grand stage. And she knew just the opponent to test his mettle.



A mischievous grin spread across Jolie's face as she typed in the details of the match, her excitement mounting with each keystroke. She could already picture the crowd's reaction, the energy pulsating through the arena as Davenport stepped into the ring to face his opponent.



"There we go," she murmured, her satisfaction evident in her tone. "This is going to be good. I am sure sis won't be too upset. I mean, it's good for business, right?"



With a sense of purpose driving her actions, Jolie leaned back in her chair, her mind buzzing with anticipation. She knew that Davenport was going to like what she had in store for him—a chance to prove himself, to show the world what he was made of.



And as she hit the final button to confirm the match booking, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through her veins.

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Ding! Ding! Ding!

We see Blake Alexander standing in the ring against “The Ringmaster” John Blaze, the two circle each other before looking around the ring where they see all the tables, ladders and chairs surrounding them. Blake gets in the face of John Blaze, talking trash against him as Blaze delivers a high impact slap across the face. He follows it up with an Irish Whip into the ropes, setting him up for a Spine Buster but Blake slides out of the ring after grabbing hold of the ring ropes. Blake then walks around the ring, trying to regroup from his opponent as Blaze gets out the ring as well and walks after Blake, who rolls back inside the ring and then drops an elbow to the back of Blaze as he follows the champ back inside the ring.

Stone: A lot riding on this. The newcomer here versus the gatekeeper. EPW versus and Outcast original. Blake’s been here since day one. He’s held this belt for months, since the Calaway’s tucked tail and ran. He is the final thing keeping Outcast alive, even though the belt he wore to the ring is the new EPW one.

Blaze: The Dynasty needs a revamp here. Who knows how long Belladonna will be off TV for. He’s been on a downswing as of late.

Stone: He’s still a tough son of a bitch, though.

We see Blake start to hammer across the back of the massive John Blaze, following it up with elbow drops being dropped to the lower spine of the big man before grabbing him by the head and wrap Blaze in a front face lock. Blaze is trying to muscle himself to a kneeling position, only to have Blake drive series of knees into the forehead of his opponent before dragging him to the edge of the ring as he steps through the ropes before dropping a leg across the back of Blaze’s neck as that sends him to the outside. There we see Blaze grab hold of a chair, sets it up halfway the ringside area before turning his attention to Blaze. There he sets him up for a Suplex, aiming him to be hitting the steel chair in the process but Blaze manages to block it. Blake goes for another attempt after battering across the back of Blaze before going for the same move and again Blaze manages to block it before delivering a Suplex of his own. This causes Blake to hit the back of his legs across the steel ring steps as he falls down, causing Blaze to get up and notice the steel chair that Blake had positioned for him moments ago.

Stone: Uh oh.

Blaze: Yep! He sees it!

Blaze grabs the steel chair, drops it to the canvas before grabbing hold of Blake and sets him up for a Spine Buster and drops him hard across the steel chair that is on top of the concrete padded floor, causing Blake to arch his back in pain as he screams it out in agony. Blaze grabs hold of the man by the arm, drags him to the steel ring post that is closest to them, places his back against it before grabbing hold of the steel chair. He then aims to whack it across the face of Blake, but the champion manages to side step, causing a loud noise to be heard throughout the arena as the impact of the blow causes Blaze to drop the chair. Only to be followed up by a Blake Anderson’s spinning Neck Breaker to the concrete floor. He quickly picks Blaze up and rolls him back inside the ring before turning his attention to one of the ladders that is against the steel ring barricades and slides it inside the ring. He then slides back inside the ring, grabs the ladder and lifts it up while watching Blaze slowly start to crawl towards the ropes to pull himself back to his feet. Blake moves in and drives the ladder in the midsection of Blaze after he has turned around, then he drops the ladder as he sets Blaze up for a slam across the ladder as that causes Blaze to roll off the ladder only to be dragged back on it by Blake as he then follows it up by punching Blaze to the face. Blake gets to his feet and then delivers a standing Moonsault on top of Blaze on top of the ladder, causing Blaze to roll off the ladder while Blake rolls around the ring holding his lower back as the pain is very evident upon both men’s faces.


Stone: What a move from Anderson! Massive counter!

Blaze: He needs to take advantage!

Blake tries to regroup after five seconds of rolling around the ring, dragging himself towards Blaze as he drapes his arm across Blaze’s chest for the cover as the official starts to utilize a three count.

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Stone: Blaze kicked out!

But Blaze manages to get his shoulder off the canvas at the final moment, Blake looks stunned as he slowly rises to his knees while questioning the count of the official. Only to get the same result as a few moments that the match has to continue. Blake grabs the ladder, drags it across the chest of Blake before sliding out of the ring as he grabs another ladder, he slides that inside the ring before following it back inside the ring. There Blake sets the ladder up in a standing position before running the ropes and jumps on top of it as the ladder and Blake drops down on top of John Blaze as the weight of two ladders and the champion comes crashing down upon his body, causing the fans to start a Holy Shit chant as both men are in even more pain while being on the canvas trying to regain some composure. We see Blake Anderson finally drag himself towards John Blaze, drags the one ladder off of him as he goes for another cover.







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Stone: Again a kick out!

Blaze: It’s something about that Blaze name I tell ya! We’re a tough bunch!

Stone: You….uh….aren’t related…..

And again Blaze manages to get his shoulder off the canvas at the final moment, coughing out loud as Blake can be seen resting his head across he massive chest of Blaze while not believing that this wasn’t a three count. Blake slides out of the ring there he grabs a table and slides it inside the ring. He follows it up by sliding three more tables inside the ring before grabbing hold of another chair. He then slides back in the ring and starts to set up the tables in a line of three behind each other. He then turns his attention towards Blaze who is slowly starting to crawl to the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. Grabbing the steel chair as he aims it to whack it across the face of Blaze after he turns around, only to have Blaze to catch the chair and follows it up by kicking Blake in the midsection. He then drives the chair across the back as that drops the champion hard to the canvas.

Blaze falls into the ropes, trying to regain some of his composure as he inhales some well needed oxygen. He looks over at Blake, who is slowly getting himself back to his hands and knees and then slowly walks over towards the champion as Blaze blasts the chair several times across the back as well as blasting his arms and legs for goo measure. Blaze drops the chair after it starts to get bend as he turns his attention towards one of the two ladders that is still in the ring, remembering the punishment that he endured a few moments ago. He sets the ladder up in the corner and then turns his attention towards Blake Anderson, pulling him up to his feet before delivering a powerful Irish Whip into the steel chair as that causes Blake to buckle down upon his knees because of the massive impact. John Blaze grabs Blake by the head, pulls him up and bashes him face first into the ladder before executing a Back Suplex that Blake barely misses the sharp edge of one of the tables that is in the middle of the ring before Blaze goes for the cover.

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ANDERSON GETS THE SHOULDER UP

This time it is Blake Anderson that manages to get his shoulder off the canvas before the count of three, causing Blaze to question the official’s decision whether it wasn’t a count of three. He then turns his attention towards Blake, pulls him up to his feet by grabbing hold of his arm. Executing an Irish Whip into he ropes before setting him up for a Back Body Drop into the tables, but Blake manages to stop in front of John Blaze. Drops to his knee as he delivers an uppercut to the face of Blaze, this causes him to stagger upon his feet before Blake sends him over the top rope as Blaze manages to land upon the ring apron after grabbing hold of the ropes. Blake sets himself up for a running Lariat in an attempt to send Blaze crashing into the Announce table behind him, only to have Blaze deliver a shoulder block as he leans through the top and middle rope as this stops the momentum of Blake Anderson. Blaze then executes a Flying Shoulder tackle as he uses his massive leg strength to jump over the top roe and connects with the champion before going for the count of three.

Stone: It’s gotta be over!

Blaze: That damn near caved his chest in!

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ANDERSON GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

CROWD: THIS IS AWESOME THIS IS AWESOME THIS IS AWESOME

Both men are clearly spend as the champ is on his back breathing heavily and Blaze is trying to push himself off the canvas by planting both fists upon the canvas. We see the sweat pour down from the face of Blaze as he looks around and sees the three tables standing. He gets to his feet and grabs the first table and drags it towards the corner, flattens it before placing it against the turnbuckles before turning his attention towards Blake Anderson. Who was starting to crawl over towards the other corner far away from Blaze. Blaze walks over towards him as he grabs hold of both ankles before dragging him back to the middle of the ring. There he sets Blake up for a Sling shot straight into the table, crushing it due to the impact of the blow as the top part of the table falls on top of Blake Anderson as John Blaze tosses it aside before going for the cover.







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But somehow Blake Anderson manages to get his shoulder off the canvas just before ehte count of three could be administered. Blaze goes bezerk, not believing that Blake Anderson managed to stop the three count at the final moment. Causing John Blaze to sit in the corner while staring at the champion while asking himself what he has to do, he looks over at the tables and nods his head. He gets up, pulls Blake up to his feet by grabbing his arm before whipping him into the ropes to set him up for a Spine Buster into the next table. But Blake manages to side step and blasts Blaze’s face into the table. This causes Blaze to stagger backwards as Blake Anderson sets him up for an Irish Whip into the ropes for a Back Body Drop. But this time it is John Blaze that manages to stop in his track and kicks Blake in the face, causing the champion to stand up as Blaze drops him with a massive Lariat. Blaze senses the end to be near, getting to his feet quickly as he pulls Blake to his feet as well. He whips him once again into the ropes as he catches him coming off the ropes and drops him hard into the first table next to him as it breaks due to the impact. The crowd erupts as they witness Blaze slowly cover Blake Anderson as he hooks both legs while we see blood pour from his arms due to the pieces of wood that struck him.

Stone: Jeez!

Blaze: It’s a violent match Stone, don’t like it, don’t look!

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Stone: He did it! New champion! John Blaze is the new champion!

LEE MASTERS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW EPW REBELLION CHAMPION..........."RING MASTER" JOHNNNN BLAAZEEEE!

The official raises the arm of John Blaze in victory after a vicious Tables, Ladders and Chairs match.

Stone: We’ve got a new champion……..Blake Anderson gave it his all but it was too much John Blaze.

Blaze: The end of an era, truly! The last OCW Outcast Champion has fallen, and the new era is upon us! New belts, new champs, new company! I’m excited!

Stone: I can’t help but feel a little upset about it, but I am optimistic for the future!

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Jolie slouched back into the plush leather seat of the limousine, a sly grin playing on her lips as she cast a glance at Davenport beside her. The night air was thick with the remnants of the bustling arena they had just left behind, the echoes of cheering crowds and the pulsing beat of music still reverberating in their ears. As the sleek vehicle glided through the streets, she leaned in closer to Davenport, her voice a low murmur tinged with mischief.



"I did something," she confessed, her words carrying a hint of excitement tempered with a touch of apprehension. "My sister's probably going to be furious, but you know what? You deserve it."



Davenport raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. He had come to expect the unexpected from Jolie, her spontaneous nature often leading them down exhilarating paths. Whatever she had done this time, he knew it would be anything but dull.



"Oh, do I now?" he replied, a smirk curling at the corners of his lips. "I'm almost afraid to ask, but indulge me, Jolie. What mischief have you gotten yourself into this time?"



Jolie's grin widened, a mischievous sparkle dancing in her eyes as she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.



"Let's just say I may have pulled a little stunt during the show while sis was......distracted," she admitted, her tone tinged with a hint of excitement. "One that's sure to ruffle a few feathers, especially my sister's. But trust me, Davenport, it was worth it."



Davenport chuckled softly, shaking his head in amusement. He had long since learned not to question Jolie's motives, instead choosing to enjoy the ride wherever her whims took them.



"I have no doubt it was," he replied, his tone laced with a hint of admiration. "You always did have a knack for stirring up trouble, Jolie. But I wouldn't have it any other way."



As the limousine pulled out of the arena towards the neon-lit streets of Portland, Jolie leaned back in her seat, a sense of satisfaction washing over her. Whatever repercussions her actions might bring, she knew she had done what felt right in the moment. And with Davenport by her side, she felt invincible.



"Drinks are on me tonight," she declared, her voice filled with a sense of celebration. "Consider it a toast to our latest adventure, whatever it may be."



Davenport chuckled, reaching out to clink his glass against hers in a silent salute.


"I'll drink to that," he replied, his smile warm and genuine. "But dinners on you," she said with a mischievous smile.


Stone: Did they just leave Britlyn and York behind?!

Blaze: Sure looks like it. 

Stone: There could be trouble in paradise in the corporation!

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Stone Highmore: Well as most of you are aware tonight in honor of our final night operating under the Outcast Championship Wrestling banner The BoSS LaDy Britlin Balor cooked up not one but two main event calibur matches!


Roland Blaze: The first one is the one we all finna watch NOW! A CHAMPIONSHIP SHOWCASE for the ages to remind us where we’ve been and where we are now headed!


Stone Highmore: Wow that was actually kinda profound Blaze, whatever you’re puffin on make sure it finds it’s way back around this way! But getting back to the point I think that statement best describes what we are about to watch, because while this may very well be the end for OUTCAST it isn’t the end of the ideals, hardwork, and dedication that built it. At Ashes-2-Ashes we saw a great number of new CHAMPIONS two of which will be going head to head right here right now…


Roland Blaze: IN A FRIGGIN STEAL CAGE MATCH PEOPLE!!!


Stone Highmore: No neither title will be on the line this evening…


Roland Blaze: BUT THERE ARE A TON OF BRAGGING RIGHTS UP FOR GRABS!!!


Stone Hightower: For crying out loud will you stop taking all the cool lines?


Roland Blaze: But Highmore listen to me, they all sound much cooler when I say them, pn account that everyone pretty much knows I’m the coolest announcer in this place, it’s no big!


Stone Hightower: Whatever, Easton Alexander the brand new ESW ANARCHY CHAMPION will be locked inside a 20ft high steel cage with the brand new ESW FIGHT4 Champion Je$TyR SeRyOu$! And if that don’t sound like a good time then you’re not trying to have one!


Roland Blaze: Aint…AINT TRYING TO HAVE ONE! SEE I TRIED TO TELL YOU!!! 

Stone Hightower: You’re dumb! But ladies and gentlemen let’s get you down to ringside because believe us when we tell ya we won’t wanna miss a moment of this one here! It’s gunna


Roland Blaze: GET BOWLING SHOE UGLY PROBABLY SOONER RATHER THAN LATER AT THAT!!!


Stone Hightower: OK yeah you might be right…Only one way to find out!

DING DING DING

The ref gets both competitors Championship belts from each competitor and goes to walk them over to the only door in or out this bitch. Before he hands them to the TIme Keeper, Jestyr runs over grabs his FIGHT4 CHampionship and holds it up, as Easton Alexander then follows suit. Both men then go nose to nose as we see their mouths moving and fortunately can’t hear a word of it! The ref gets in between them and once again takes the two title belts and this time successfully gives them to the Time Keeper and then they shut and lock the doors!


Jestyr flashes his trademark arrogant smirk as he points to the door letting Easton know there aint no TuRNiN BACK NOW! Easton shrugs his shoulders walks to the center of the ring smiles at Jestyr and then OPEN PALM slaps him right across the face. Jestyr stands there for a moment with his head still off to the side, he lets it hang for a brief moment, before coming out of no where with a boot to Easton’s midsection, Easton staggers back but then immediately lunges forward burying a forearm into the side of the clown’s face. Easton follows it up with another, then another, Easton then grabs Jestyr by the arm whipping him to the ropes Jestyr bounces off comes back around and eats Easton Alexander’s boot heel as Alexander hits an utterly flawless jumping spinwheel kick that sends Seryous crashing back down onto the canvas. Easton Alexander kips back up, then bends down waiting for Seryous to regain his footing. Serious pulls himself up to his feet but the moment he turns his head looking for his opponent his opponents boot was once again flying towards his face as Easton Alexander CLEANS JESTYR’S FRIGGIN CLOCK WITH A PERFECTLY PLACED SUPER KICCCCKKKKK!!! Jestyr smacks the canvas hard as Easton jumps at the chance to put this one away with a quickness!


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Stone: I mean it was worth a shot but way too early to try and put that lunatic away you’re gunna have to hit him quite a few more times in the head if you want him to stay down!


Blaze: What? WHat kind of shit is this? You are supposed to ESCAPE cage matches!


Stone: Not in ELEVATE! Cage matches are to determine who the better competitor is by hook or by crook and you can’t determine that by escaping can you? Escaping is not a normal means of victory in pro wrestling otherwise!


Blaze: Ohhh so since you can’t be cool you’re gunna try and be the smart one huh?


Stone: No there is no try, I am the smart one there FONZ!


Blaze: Stone what’s a FONZ?


Stone: You know google was invented for these exact moments!


Easton hammers Jestyr as he tries to reach his feet. Jestyr looks straight up as Easton buries the point of his elbow directly into Jestyr’s forehead. Easton gets himself a handful of hair, and lifts his fist to hammer Jestyr once more, but Jestyr desperately buries his forearm in Easton’s midsection, then grabs Alexander by the top of his trunks and then leans backwards with all he’s got sending Easton flying head first into the steel cage chain links! Jestyr scrambles back to his feet and quickly slams Easton’s head back into the metal confines of the cage. Jestyr then slowly rakes Easton’s face against the cold steel until Jestyr hooks Easton’s head from behind and dives straight to the mat planting Easton Alexander with a Christian style reverse DDT! Jestyr hops up and is holding his hands together claiming to have just put the OCW Anarchy Champion to sleep and well despite the crowd not really loving either one of these two they don’t seem to care for the clown too much as they are really letting him have it. Jestyr waves them off as he turns his attention back to his opponent who is still trying to recover, or so it seems as Jestyr bens down to pick him up only to be rolled into a small package pinning combo as the ref drops down and everyone has left their seats


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Jestyr powers out at the last possible fraction of a second and the crowd lets out a collective gasp. Both men scramble to their feet and make it up about the same time and proceed to trade blows back and fourth


Easton

Je$TyR

EaSToN

Je$TyR

EASTON

Je$TyR


…and back and fourth they went until Easton ducked a wild haymaker from the clown then went for both of Jestyr’s legs taking him off his feet running and slamming Jestyr back first into the walls of the steel cage and then powering him down onto the canvas with a HIGH IMPACT DOUBLE A SPINE BUSTER!!! The entire ring shakes the moment Jestyr’s back smacks the canvas as Easton Alexander this time opts to not go for the pin instead he mounts Seryous and starts hammering him with closed fists much to the delight of this live audience!


Blaze: SO, I’m guessing the jury is still out on what a FIGHT4 Championship is?


Stone: Uhhh last I checked, but I do believe that clown down there in the ring promised to shed some light on it at some point or another, but as you can see for yourself he is rather busy right now getting his forehead caved in!


Blaze: Yeah and the ref is just standing there like a SCHMUCK! DO SOMETHING YOU IDIOT!


Stone: CALM down before you pee yourself again BLAZE! The ref is only in there to count the fall and tell us when this war has reached its conclusion!


Blaze: Ohhh, well when you say it that way I guess it kinda makes sense!


Stone: Um yeah, kinda!


Easton Alexander stands up pulling Jestyr right along with him. He IRISH WHIPS him hard into the turnbuckle as Jestyr’s back smacks the padded steel with a thud that sends him stumbling forward and by the time Jestyr’s eyes meet Alexander’s, Alexander smashes him on the bridge of the nose with a roaring elbow that sends Seryous slumped into the corner. Easton not wishing to waste a single moment doesn’t allow Seryous to slump to the mat. INstead Easton ducks his shoulder and sits Seryous on the top rope and then rares back and socks the clown something fierce with a stiff right hand. Easton then pulls himself up to the turnbuckle and hooks Jestyr’s arm over his shoulder grabs him by the top of his pants and then lifts sending Seryous and himself flying back down towards the canvas with a BEAUTIFUL SUPERPLEX! Easton then quickly shoots to his feet and points to the turnbukles drawing the pop from the crowd he was lookin for. Easton quickly ascends to the top rope points at the FIGHT4 Champion and leaps off eventually crashing down ontop of Jestyr with a FLAWLESS FROG SPLASH! Easton remains ontop of him as the ref once again drops down


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Easton sits up and we can see the frustration on his face. He shakes his head after checking with the ref to make sure it was only two. Easton then gets back to his feet and hammers the clown a few times before jerking him up by his neck and pulling him close towards the center of the ring and thrusting Jestyr’s head between his legs looking and then goes to lift him up by his waist looking for a powerbomb, but Jestyr desperately reaches out and wraps his arms around Easton’s thigh. Easton tries to hammer Jestyr trying to get him to release his grip, but out of no where Jestyr explodes up with a sudden burst of energy lifting Easton Alexander up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position. Jestyr then walks back towards the ropes and then in one fluid motion the clown launches Alexander from off his shoulders F5ing him into the walls of the cage. Alexander’s face smacks the cold steel before gravity got the better of him sending him flying down onto the canvas get hung up in the ropes until eventually smacking the canvas.


Jestyr is up and all smiles as he runs over and slams his knee into Alexander’s face the moment he sat up. And now with Alexander sitting looking up at Jestyr, Jestyr grabs the middle rope for leverage as he then begins to scrape his boot against the side of the OCW Anarchy Champions face, once…twice…and then a third time…Jestyr then backs all the way up to the turnbuckles then points in Alexander’s direction as he then takes off running then this time takes the same boot he was just scraping Easton’s face with and slams it as hard as he can across Easton Alexander’s cheek completing his steel cage version of Samoe Joe’s facewash he calls the…


Stone: And the EPW FIGHT4 Champion with an unorthodox version of his FaCe FiXxXeR!!!


Blaze: I know the ref is there to only count the fall or whatever but he may wanna take a look at the Anarchy Champion his eyes are lookin a lil glassy after that one!


Stone: If that’s the case should we get someone over here to take a look at you too?


Blaze: Nah, I didn’t just have some madman’s boot slam into my face while running at full speed, kinda the exact opposite in my case bro, but good lookin out!


Jestyr grabs Easton’s arm and yanks him to his feet, the moment Alexander is standing Jestyr sends him back down to the canvas with a hard knife edge chop. Jestyr never let go of Easton’s arm so he yanks him up once more, only Easton was ready this time and ducks underneath Jestyr’s chop allowing Easton to get directly behind Seryous as he wraps his arms around Jestyr’s wasit plants his legs and sends Jestyr flying backwards towards the mat with a German suplex. Only this time it’s the Anarchy Champion who wouldn’t release his hold as his arms are firmly gripped around Jestyr’s waist as he powers them both up plants his legs once more and sends Jestyr flying back towards the canvas again with another GERMAN SUPLEX. Easton holds on once more and pulls them both up to their feet. Easton eats an elbow from Seryous once they are standing, and then another. But Easton refuses to let go, Easton then plants his legs once more and completes the hatrick driving the FIGHT4 Champion back onto the mat with another GERMAN SUPLEX! The crowd all stand an applaud the valiant effort from the OCW Anarchy Champion and OCW vet Easton Alexander! Easton then climbs back up onto his feet and continues to press his advantage. He pulls Jestyr back up to his feet once more immediately nailing him with a European uppercut staggering Seryous back a few steps. Easton then once again grabs Jestyr by his arm and IRISH whips him to the ropes. Jestyr comes back around and Easton slightly bends lifting Jestyr up by his armpits and then uses one foot to rotate and once again force Jestyr down back onto the canvas with a high impact SKY HIGH SPINEBUSTER!!! The crowd pops once more as Easton Alexander pops up and points in the direction of the CHAMPIONSHIP titles that respectively belong to each of them as the crowd pops loudly once more!.


Easton then pulls Jestyr up by his hair and points to one side of the cage as he runs and slams his face into the steel. Jestyr’s face slams against the steel as Easton doesn’t release his grip instead he points to the opposite side as he once again runs with a handful of Jestyr’s hair slamming him face first into the cage walls. Once again Jestyr bounces off the steel as Easton then motions to the side they haven’t done yet and once again charges for the third wall and slams Jestyr’s face into it once more. Easton then points to the last one left as this time he spins JEstyr and himself around in a circle for more momentum as he then charges towards the 4th and final wall and completes the collection slamming Jestyr’s face into the unforgiving steel for a 4th time! Jestyr’s forehead is now leaking as blood is starting to trickle down his forehead.


Easton then brings him to the center of the ring and then locks his head underneath his arm pout and drops down dropping Jerstyr back first across his extended knee. Jestyr’s shoulder slams into Easton’s knee hard as Jestyr smacks the ground on his ass sitting up. But Easton Alexander is right there behind him and is attempting to lock in his DRAGON SLEEPER FINSHER..


STONE: CURSED NIGHT EASTON ALEXANDER IS GOING FOR THE CURSED NIGHT IF HE HOOKS THIS IN, THIS ONE WILL BE ALL OVER CEPT FOR THE CRYING!!!


Blaze: Jestyr is trying to fight it, but Easton has the proverbial higher ground! AND HE’S GOT IT LOCKED IN AND THERE IS NOT A SINGLE ASS IN IT’S SEAT RIGHT NOW FOLKS!!! EASTON ALEXANDER THE OCW VET AND ANARCHY CHAMPION HAS THE OCW FIGHT4 CHAMPION LOCKED IN THE CURSED NIGHT!!!!


Stone: ANd the more the clown struggles the worse it’s gunna be for him! But wait…What’s he doin?...WHAT THE HELL???


Blaze: NO WAY! NO FREAKIN WAY!!!! OK IT’S OFFICIAL NOW I’VE FRICKEN SEEN EVERYTHING!!!


Stone: IS…IS THAT MASE?


Blaze: Well it aint sugar water that’s for DAMN!!!


As Easton Alexander had Jestyr locked in his CURSEDNIGHT Dragon Sleeper hold Jestyr was struggling to get free until he suddenly stopped fighting and reached for the boutineer flower on his breast pocket and pressed it ever so gently omitting a sprey that suddenly and painfully blinded Easton Alexander who lets go of the hold immediately. Still on his feet Alexander is in a world of pain as he is bent over clutching his eyes trying to wipe whatever got in them out, but to no avail as Jestyr quickly rolls onto his knees and crawls over towards Easton and gives him a CHYNA esq LOW BLOW to the OCW ANARCHY CHAMPION! Easton stops worrying about his eyes as he suddenly feels a sting that no man on this planet likes…(Well most of us anyway)...Jestyr then sends Easton crashing face first into the canvas with a drop toe hold before quickly getting back to his feet bouncing his back off the ropes then comes flying out of the corner towards Easton Alexander and then takes his boot and uses it to shove Alexander’s face into the canvas with his curb stomp finisher he calls the


Stone: JESTYR SERYOUS AFTER SOME OF THE MOST DEVIOUS THING I’VE SEEN IN QUITE SOMETIME MANAGES TO SWING THIS THING BACK IN HIS FAVOR AS HE JUST DRILLED THE ANARCHY CHAMPION’s FACE INTO THE MAT WITH THE LAST SUPPER!!!

Blaze: Look at this guy! If he could stop laughing he could probably put this one away! But yeah like that was dirty.

Stone: NO NOT LIKE THIS! I mean I know there are no rules…BUT COME ON MAN!!!


Blaze: Well he’s got the leg hooked now


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LEE MASTERS: YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL.........JESTER SERYOUS!

Stone: What a HUGE VICTORY FOR THE LAST EVER OCW FIGHT4 CHAMPION!!


Blaze: AND FIRST EVER ESWRESTLING FIGHT4 CHAMPION! There are definitely brighter days in the future for both of these two competitors!


Stone: Yup they went out there and went to war and gave it everything they had! But really moving forward yall need to watch that got damn clown he’s trouble im tellin ya!


Blaze: Well he does call himself the…


Stone: I’m well aware THANK YOU! But this just goes to show you what victory means here in OCW and moving forward! Was it honorable…HELL NO! But it was hard fought and like it or not your winner here tonight on the final episode of Battleground is the ELEVATE FIGHT4 CHAMPION Je$tyR SeRyoU$!

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FINAL COMMERCIAL BREAK

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Donnie and York stood face to face, eye to eye, their gazes locking like two gladiators ready to wage war in the arena. The tension crackled in the air as the entire roster, save for Belladonna and Brooke, surrounded the ring for the much-anticipated Lumberjack Match. The audience buzzed with excitement, knowing they were about to witness a clash of titans.

The arena lights flashed, signaling the start of the match. Donnie, fueled by a burning desire to punish York, wasted no time in launching himself at his opponent. With a thunderous roar, he charged forward, aiming to assert dominance from the very beginning.

York, however, was no stranger to adversity. As Donnie came crashing towards him, he sidestepped with lightning agility, causing Donnie to crash into the turnbuckle. The crowd erupted in cheers as York seized the opportunity, delivering a barrage of strikes to Donnie’s midsection.

But Donnie was not one to stay down for long. With a fierce determination in his eyes, he fought back, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks aimed squarely at York's torso. Each blow resonated throughout the arena, a testament to the intensity of their rivalry.

Stone: Donnie just wants this more. It means so much more to Harris than it does to York! 

Blaze: When has Justin York taken anything seriously?

The lumberjacks surrounding the ring watched intently, ready to enforce the rules and ensure neither competitor escaped unscathed. Their presence added an extra layer of excitement to the match, as both Donnie and York knew they couldn't rely on outside interference to secure victory.

As the battle raged on, the momentum shifted back and forth between Donnie and York. Each exchange was met with thunderous applause from the crowd, who were on the edge of their seats, fully immersed in the spectacle unfolding before them.

Despite Donnie's initial aggression, York refused to back down. With a steely resolve, he weathered Donnie's onslaught and launched his own counterattack, sending Donnie reeling with a devastating clothesline that echoed throughout the arena.

But just when it seemed like York had gained the upper hand, Donnie dug deep, summoning reserves of strength he didn't know he had. With a primal roar, he fought back with renewed vigor, his determination shining through as he unleashed a barrage of strikes on York, driving him back into the corner.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Donnie pressed his advantage, relentless in his pursuit of victory. With each blow, he wore down York, refusing to let up until he had thoroughly punished his opponent.

But York was not one to go down without a fight. Summoning his own reserves of strength and resilience, he fought back with everything he had, trading blow for blow with Donnie in a display of sheer willpower.

Blaze: But he isn't one to get punched in the mouth and not respond!

As the battle between Donnie and York reached a fever pitch, York seized the opportunity to gain the upper hand. With a sudden burst of energy, he executed a powerful clothesline that sent Donnie crashing over the ropes and tumbling to the unforgiving floor outside the ring.

The lumberjacks sprang into action, quickly rallying to Donnie's aid and rolling him back inside the ring. But York was not satisfied with simply returning Donnie to the ring. He was seething with rage, his eyes blazing as he yelled at the roster, commanding them to teach Donnie a lesson.

Britlyn, one of the lumberjacks, shook her head in disappointment at York's actions. She had always prided herself on upholding the integrity of the sport, and seeing York resort to such tactics left a bitter taste in her mouth.


As the match resumed, Donnie and York continued to trade blows, each refusing to back down in the face of their opponent's fury. But just when it seemed like York might gain the upper hand once again, Donnie countered with a vicious boot to the midsection, causing York to stagger backward.

With a calculated precision, Donnie followed up with a thunderous clothesline of his own, sending York hurtling over the ropes and crashing down to the mat below. This time, however, there was no mercy from the lumberjacks.

With a collective roar, they swarmed York, delivering a barrage of kicks and punches as he lay defenseless on the arena floor. The crowd gasped in shock at the sudden turn of events, the brutality of the assault casting a shadow over the once electrifying match.

Despite the chaos unfolding outside the ring, Donnie remained focused on the task at hand. With a determined expression, he watched as York was pummeled by the lumberjacks, knowing that victory was within his grasp.

But Clyde did nothing to restore order and usher the lumberjacks away, the damage had already been done. York lay battered and bruised on the arena floor, his pride wounded as he struggled to rise to his feet. Donnie grinned and turned around…….

Clyde and Donnie stand face to face. The world champion and his number one contender. It is a tense moment.

Clyde and Donnie, the reigning world champion and his number one contender, stood face to face in the center of the ring, the tension palpable between them. The arena seemed to hold its breath, anticipation hanging thick in the air as the two men locked eyes.

Stone: You can feel the tension in here. You can cut it with a knife!

As the lumberjacks rolled York back into the ring, Donnie's eyes lit up with a sinister grin. He knew this was his moment to deliver the final blow to his rival. With a menacing gesture, Donnie made the throat slit symbol with his hands, signaling his intent to finish off York once and for all.

Seizing York by the shoulders, Donnie hoisted him up with brute strength, positioning him for the devastating powerbomb. With a thunderous crash, York was driven into the canvas, the impact reverberating throughout the arena.

Donnie wasted no time, immediately going for the pin as Clyde slid into position to make the count. The audience held its breath, the tension reaching a fever pitch as Clyde's hand slapped the mat for the count.

"1... 2..." the count began, but the anticipation stretched on as if time itself had slowed. Donnie's heart raced, the taste of victory tantalizingly close.

But then, inexplicably, the count slowed to a crawl. Each second felt like an eternity as Clyde's hand hovered above the canvas.

"3..." Donnie's hand slapped the mat in anticipation of victory, but to his shock and disbelief, the three count never came.

Confusion clouded Donnie's expression as he looked up at Clyde, searching for an explanation. But what he received was far from what he expected.

With a defiant smirk, Clyde raised his hand, extending his middle finger in a blatant display of contempt. The audience erupted into gasps and boos, stunned by Clyde's blatant disregard for the rules and sportsmanship.

Stone: What the hell! What the hell was that!

Blaze: It was the one finger salute! Clyde just told Donnie what he thinks of him!

Donnie's eyes narrowed in fury, realizing that he had been betrayed by the very person entrusted to officiate the match. Anger burned within him as he rose to his feet, his gaze locked on Clyde with a fire that threatened to consume them both.

As the chaos unfolded in the ring, York, fueled by desperation, managed to muster the strength to mount a counterattack. Seizing the opportunity, he quickly rolled up Donnie, his hands clutching a fistful of tights in a bid to secure the victory by any means necessary.

Stone: He has a handful of tights and his feet on the ropes!

The crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and jeers as Clyde, still reeling from his earlier betrayal, hesitated for a moment before making the count. But this time, there was no slow count or defiant gesture. With a sense of urgency, Clyde's hand came down in rapid succession.

"1... 2... 3!" The words were barely out of Clyde's mouth before the bell rang, signaling the end of the match. The arena erupted into chaos as the crowd processed the shocking turn of events.

Stone: Damnit! Clyde just screwed Donnie! The world champ just blatantly screwed his number one contender!

Donnie's expression twisted in disbelief as he realized what had just happened. He had been seconds away from victory, only to have it snatched away in a flash by York's underhanded tactics and Clyde's lightning-fast count.

Meanwhile, York, his hand raised in victory, wore a triumphant grin as he celebrated his unexpected win. The referee's decision was final, and despite the controversy surrounding the ending, York's victory would go down in the record books.


As Donnie's fury reached its boiling point, he lunged forward, fully intent on unleashing his wrath upon Clyde, the referee who had seemingly betrayed him. But just as he moved to strike, a sudden surge of excitement rippled through the crowd, drowning out the chaos of the moment.

Amidst the cheers and clamor, a figure emerged from the throng, moving with an air of authority and command. It was Synn, a legendary presence in the wrestling world, known for her strength, wisdom, and unwavering sense of justice.

With swift determination, Synn vaulted over the barricade, positioning herself squarely between Donnie and Clyde, her mere presence radiating a sense of calm and control. Her arrival was met with a chorus of cheers from the crowd, who recognized her as a beacon of hope in this tumultuous moment.

Synn's aura cut through the tension, commanding attention and respect as she addressed the enraged wrestler. She stood between the two.

Stone: It’s SYNN! The demon queen is here! Donnie looks like he’s seen a ghost!

Donnie's fists trembled with barely contained rage, but he found himself pausing at Synn's appearance. Her reputation preceded her, and he knew better than to defy her authority. With a reluctant nod, he reluctantly stepped back, his anger simmering beneath the surface as he begrudgingly yielded to Synn's intervention.

Clyde, meanwhile, breathed a sigh of relief as Synn intervened, grateful for her timely arrival. He knew that her presence would bring a sense of order and reason to the chaos that threatened to engulf them all.

The arena fell silent, the tension momentarily diffused by Synn's presence. As the crowd watched on with bated breath, they couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, wondering what would unfold next in this gripping saga of betrayal, redemption, and ultimately, justice.

Synn then snapped her head back to face Clyde, who now had his world title over his shoulder. She stuck her tongue out and tilted her head to the side. She points at the belt over Clyde’s shoulder.

Stone: Synn wants the world title!

Blaze: The title picture just got a whole lot muddier!

York and Britlyn are backing up the ramp. Britlyn is yelling at her. “YOU DON’T WORK HERE!” “NO! YOU DON’T WORK HERE!”

Stone: DONNIE, SYNN! OCW LIVES AT LEAST FOR ONE MORE NIGHT! SYNN IS HERE! Oh its gonna go down next week in the Danger Zone!

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