Quartz

Phenomenal matches, hats off to everyone for top notch in-ring work this week. The road to R2G/Lution gets spicier by the week. fave five: 1. Underground Elite 2. Unhinged Marisa 3. Paul Harris 4. Wholesome Sarah Moore 5. Devon Flash

I'm marking out for Edgy Paul Harris, but please believe I'm also marking out for the renamed fins/sigs lmao ITS TIME TO GET SNAKEBIT BOOIII

What kind of cheap ass brokie hosts that kind of party

Saturday, June 14th, 1:52am | Mount Sinai Hospital | New York, NY The ominous bustling of foot traffic and light breathy conversations fill a very bright hallway. Sporadic beeping can be heard to break up the lingering softness in the air. The view pans upwards to a door, “Room 12”. After a few moments, the door creaks open. Walking out is the wide figure of former CCW World Champion Inness Quartz. He takes one last look into the room and nods. Just behind his left ear, a gym bag and several organza pieces of wrestling gear are tossed on, blood stains visible on the top. Quartz steps out of the room and shuts the door behind him. Quartz hangs his head, standing in front of the door for a few minutes before a voice breaks him from his trance. ???: How he doing? Quartz snaps his head to the side, seeing the Cesar siblings, Drago and Dragana, standing just a few steps away. Quartz seems surprised to see the two of them. Dragana offers him a smile and wave. Quartz: Nothing a little time off won’t fix. You know how it is. The champ hangs his head again and starts to step towards the seat in front of the door. Drago: …How you doing, bubba? The Crimson Sentinel shakes his head, not offering a verbal response. Drago and Dragana walk to sit with Quartz. The bags under his eyes are more pronounced than usual. His expression is one of unfiltered guilt about the situation that unfolded on RIOT 640 just hours earlier. Quartz: I couldn’t stop her. Dragana’s smile fades as she tries to console her fellow OCW veteran. Quartz: I thought -- “Tonight… Tonight is the time we finally gain some ground in this whole thing.” Quartz: “Tonight I’m the one that’s 10 steps ahead…” Quartz: Everyone around me... Every week... I have to watch them punished, knowing I'm the reason why. Now Mugen, even after everything I did earlier this year- The conflicted Quartz buries his head in his palms for a few moments before firmly rubbing his face and taking a deep breath. Drago: Larry is strong, is not your fault. Drago: This little thing? Is nothing compared to crazy wars he been in before. He back on his feet in no time. The COO’s upbeat tone shifts slightly as he takes a deep breath himself. Drago: I’m be honest. I’m wasn’t sure when you attack Bingo, I’m no understand why. Drago: I know that not you. I know it. Mugen, I know he not himself the last few years either… But the Mugen I know was out there tonight, standing by your side… I see it now. Drago: We--uh… Drago rubs his temples in slight frustration. Dragana looks down. Drago: …we try not to get involved with EMP or Mr. Sensation, don’t want to upset the delicate balance you know. Quartz peers up from his sulking position to listen closely to the calm, but pointed delivery in the COO’s voice. Drago: I’m always think everything work out in the end, you know? Dragana nods her head, looking up at her brother as well. Drago: ...but this not fair. Not fair to you, to our fans, to anyone. Is my job to be COO for OCW… Is the responsibility I assumed when I beat Nate Ortiz. Before he continues, he looks down at Dragana who is furiously tapping on her phone. He smiles as she lifts it up and from the speaker: Speaker: Again. Dragana’s contagious smile eases the tension as her brother scratches his head before he continues. Drago: Is not much, but I think there is something I’m can do for you. Drago takes a few steps towards the door to Room 12, as Dragana stands up and walks alongside him. Before they open the door to visit their old friend, he turns his head to Quartz. Drago: I talk to Dupree. I talk to production… You do the rest at Summercide, okay? Hang in there, bubba… Everything always work out in the end, you know? Quartz’s eyes stay locked on Drago for a few moments before he gives a subtle nod. The Cesars nod back before entering Mugen’s hospital room. We fade out as Quartz takes labored steps towards the elevator at the end of the hallway.

**The Werdz: Werdz Edition** - Nate's a whiny bitch and can't be bothered to lift a finger to find his own challenger for the International title, so he passes the buck to Dupree, who is also a duplicitous and corrupt fuck who uses hairplugs (probably). - Chris Baxter is ready to unleash the FLORIDA MAN on Southern Dirty Cash, even if he has to do it alone. - "FPR" is several tiny men (children?) in a trenchcoat and meme a little too hard with A-Mart, who demands to meet the "employer" responsible for this constant jabbing - Skadi is incredibly passionate and determined, channeling her affinity to "the old ones" and continues to grow and evolve amongst the chaos in OCW. Very vibrant and 'alive' promo, written almost as a dope vignette, Skadi wants to become what is chased, however long it takes. Favorite of the night. good show as always folks

Seated quietly in an ominous hotel lobby, the dark, focused eyes of Inness Quartz are seen looking downward. The view pans around the newly repainted hotel, showing that Quartz is by himself in the large area, only a disinterested front desk employee joining him in the silence from across the room. Quartz' hand begins moving, his thumb scrolling through something on his cell phone. His eyes begin to dart around the small vertical screen, desperately searching for answers in the lower resolution history he’s faced with. Images of CQC in their day… At first, hoisting championships. Celebrating victories as we saw them on television. Slowly but surely, the gallery of images begins falling more and more out of the public eye. Dinners, smiles, pictures that would be celebrated in modern social media… Pictures that reflect a friendship that grew far past the ring. The silence seems to grow louder the more Quartz’ eyes desperately scan the old pictures. At one moment, Quartz’ thumb freezes, unable to continue swiping. His eyes also pause, locked in one the latest swipe. An image surely captured by a fan in attendance that night in Italy, blurry, but reasonable enough… Rust Cohle stands looking over his shoulder with a clear smile on his face as he carries a facepainted B17 away - refusing to let Kasstianity’s Deacon of Punishment interfere in the CCW World Championship match that was soon to take place. The night Quartz would crown himself CCW World Champion for the very first time. The Crimson Sentinel’s focus is broken by the sound of an extremely boisterous voice following the automatic sliding doors at the front of the hotel. Baker: God damn y’all, takin’ me like 15 minutes to get to the hotel?! Are you serious?! The sound of Anthony Baker’s voice jolts both Quartz and the front desk worker out of their tranquil daze. Quartz shakes his head before slipping his phone into his jacket pocket. Clerk: Excuse me sir? Can you please keep your voice down? It’s 2:34am and our patrons- Baker: Patrons? You lucky you got the homeless stinking up your sidewalks with how long it takes to get here from the parking lot! Where’s the f**king Valet? I had to drive- Quartz: Baker. Baker’s rant about his travel issues is immediately stifled when he sees Quartz. Baker: There he is! Clerk: Thank you, sir. Quartz snaps his head at the thankful Clerk, almost offended at the insinuation. He retorts in a soft, but stern voice. Quartz: No. If you had valet ready, this wouldn’t have been a problem. You owe this man an apology. Baker: Yeah! I had to drive around the block! Are you shitting me right now?? Do you even know who this man is? WHO I AM!? The Clerk, tired, and unsure how to handle this situation, relents and shakes his head. Clerk: Uhh… I am sorry for the inconvenience- Quartz: Baker. Anthony Baker. Say it. Look Anthony Baker in the eyes and apologize. Quartz takes a few dedicated steps towards the front-desk as he says it, freaking out the young employee. Clerk: Mr. Anthony Baker… I’m sorry and I- I will pass your feedback along. Quartz stops and turns back to Baker as the two continue down the hall towards the elevators. Baker: Can you believe the service in this shithole city? It only gets worse by the week! This would never happen in Allentown. Quartz: Hmph. Baker: Right- so what’s the plan for CG, big man? You tell me where you need me. You tell me what you want and I- Quartz stops for a moment, before slowly pressing the button on the elevator. As they wait for it to come down to greet them, he turns to Baker. Quartz: Baker… I knew when I contacted you how valuable you were to OCW, to this roster… As an example for the future WE are building. The elevator dings suddenly and both men step onboard, Baker seems confident as Quartz continues to put him over. Quartz: … But at Certified Greatness, I’m winning this Future Investment match on my own. The hum of the elevator continues Baker: Aha!! As humble as always, but you said it best- what WE are building has no room for treasonous nonsense right? I know what we gotta do. Trust me, I got- Quartz: Thank you, Baker… Baker starts to smirk again and shifts his shoulders comfortably, before his vibe is halted by Quartz. Quartz: …but no. We have to set this example. Just like you need to make an example out of Munoz. Baker: GOONZALO! I’ll handle that! Quartz: Right. I need you to understand that I’m going to win this Future Investment ladder match on my own. I can’t let any of those other three degenerates ruin this for me. Baker: …Ye- Yeah. For sure. I agree! The elevator dings suddenly, breaking the tension. Quartz places his hand on the elevator door, stopping it from closing. Quartz: Believe in what we’re fighting for… I’ll see you at the arena. Baker can do nothing but confidently nod back to the former World Champion as he steps off on his floor, the doors closing slowly as he walks down the hall. The elevator continues upwards to Baker’s floor. Baker: That’s what it’s all about… Being the damn man… As the bell dings again, another smile wipes across Baker’s face before he exits. Baker: More time for me to get Bakin’ downtown with some bad bitches. He steps off as the elevator closes behind him, the silence leading us out of the scene.

STOP BRINGING HIM BACK!

Bustling about inside the lobby of The Theater at Madison Square Garden, OCWFed hosts it's annual Season Premiere Party. A drone camera catches shots of hundreds of OCW Faithful meeting with some of their favorite stars. The social media montage continues covering a very busy Wednesday afternoon. Stacy Clark sits on stage facilitating interactions and enjoying some admiration herself. A shot during the montage shows Jaysin Sensation and Tiberius Dupree in high spirits, waving to fans. Another shot sees OCW Ambassador Terra Daturas signing autographs and posing for photos with fans of all ages. As the montage fades out, we head back to the live action as Monica Lesaro is on the ground floor, navigating around the excitement and smiling faces. Monica: Yes, we are incredibly excited to see the turnout for our OCWFed 2025 Premiere Party. Fans have traveled from all over the world to join us here at the Theater at Madison Square Garden where they get the opportunity to meet and greet with some of their favorite wrestlers. Monica smiles as a "DRIFT. DRIFT. DRIFT." chant breaks out behind her amongst a group of excited Goddrifter fans. She needs to raise her voice so the camera crew can still hear her over the cheers. Monica: We already saw Mr. Sensation and many others on the main stage earlier today and as you can tell, the people are undoubtedly ready for Friday night. Monica continues shuffling through a pumped crowd, the camera catching many young fans together dressed as their heroes in OCWFed, a young man dressed as Iceman Nate Mac notices the camera and throws his shades on, twirling his finger in the air and posing in support of his favorite. As Monica continues, she steps past one of the rope barriers with the camera crew to one of the many "Meet & Greet" stations posted inside the venue. Standing at the desk in front of a large banner is one of OCW's newest rookie sensations, Beatrixx. She smiles wide as she speaks to a young red-headed girl, no older than 7 or 8, standing with her mother. Monica: The Premiere Party is one of the best opportunities to meet with the stars of OCW, as we all know how focused the men and women of the locker room get once that first bell of the season echoes throughout Madison Square Garden. The camera crew approaches closer as the family of fans notice Monica and get even more excited. The light in the young girls eyes is incomparable, her happiness radiating through the lens. She continues chatting with Beatrixx, who is leaning over the table to be sure to not miss a word. Young Girl: Your hair is so pretty! Beatrixx: How sweet, I only wish it were as pretty as yours. Young Girl: My mommy said she used to watch you too! I don't believe her though! Beatrixx raises an eyebrow to the mother, who is also smiling with love watching her daughter so full of joy and excitement. Mother: Yes, I used to be a production assistant for DNA Intensity during your tenure there. Beatrixx: Ahhh! Well, I do appreciate your work... Both in our business as well as in raising this future champion. Beatrixx smiles and looks back down at the girl nodding. Young Girl: No way!! Me and my mom are going to be in the front row for the show on Friday, right mom? Her mother shrugs coyly. Mother: I've never stopped loving the game, what can I say? Young Girl: Are you gonna be wrestling on Friday?! Beatrixx purses her lips for a moment in thought, before they return to the smile. Beatrixx: Hmmm... Those are great seats. I will be around on Friday, but I do not have a match. Beatrixx: I will be on Turmoil though... The girl, though still excited, seems to try and hide her disappointment. Beatrixx: ...but maybe, if mom doesn't mind taking a ride to Brooklyn.... Beatrixx peers back up to mom again, whose eyes seem to light up at the implication. Beatrixx: I can talk to a few people and make sure you're there to see it. The mother nods feverishly, her own excitement beginning to mirror her daughters. The Young Girl jumps up in excitement. Beatrixx: Here, write down your information. I'll be sure there's space for you both... But only if I can hear you cheering in the front row on RIOT, promise? As the child nods and celebrates. Young Girl: WE PROMISE!! The mother hugs Beatrixx tightly and the two pose for a quick picture, before she is handed a piece of paper to receive her gift. The camera backs away from the conversation and back to Monica, who herself has gotten caught up in the gesture of kindness. Monica: Dreams coming true all over the place here at the Premiere Party and we're just getting started! Monica: We're very close to the Season 20 premiere of RIOT on Twitch.tv/ocwfed, brought to you by RUSH TV. You do NOT want to miss it! Monica corrals the crew back through the crowd as we cut to a graphic promoting the first show of Season 20.

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The 4th Biennial OCW Draft is going down soon! In 2025... YOU decide the draft order! ...But no, we're not telling you which GM has which show, you only get to pick the show! Who should get the #1 overall pick?

Big shout out to Jim for whipping this up quickly and being able to sit on a show with a pompous hypocrite for as long as he did. Appreciate the effort from both. Let's finish strong next week!

Loud footsteps radiate through a vibrant, cold night. The clomps of the heavy boots on the pavement are complemented by the flakes of days-old snow falling slowly. A wide, imposing figure fixates himself at the front of a suburban home. Almost hesitating, he lifts his arm to pound on the door. As the camera pans up, the man peers around the neighboring area, his red iris becoming briefly visible in the Colorado night. After a few moments, a sigh can be heard alongside a brisk, cold white breath broaching the door. The imposing figure lifts his hand again, but before he can knock once more… The door opens. A confused look on the other side quickly turns to intrigue. Former 3x OCW World Champion Harvey Hamilton Ocean stands on the other side of the door… Looking back at his own flesh and blood. H2O: Wha… wha brings you here, brother? Quartz: Am I going to be invited in? H2O: Why ye…. Quartz: Or am I going to be treated the same way by family as I have been by the suits in New York? H2O laughs to himself, still confused, but nods to himself and gestures Inness Quartz inside. Quartz: Your injury… H2O gently rubs over his injured eye with his hand. H2O: Excuse the pun, but Biger Lunny was a wash at Wrestlution 18. I’ve been rehabbing since my war with Wrex. H2O: And you?... I’ve seen what’s gone down since we parted ways. H2O: I’m not sure what to say here. Quartz rolls his shoulders for a moment before turning to face H2O, the first time the two have had such an opportunity since Perfect Storm and Liger Bunny at Wrestlution 18. Quartz: I’m not going to lie to you, Harvey. Quartz: I don’t agree with anything that happened with us over the last 2 years.. H2O is taken aback by the comment, mostly the suddenness of it, rather than the substance. Quartz: You and me? We do not align. Whatever… I… said to you before? I need- H2O: Don’t play stupid with me, red. I may have one good eye but I can clearly see what you’re going through. In the mind and in the present. Quartz halts his monologue. H2O: You are my brother. I know that… but I am not dumb enough to think it’s that simple. H2O: The man I proudly fought beside against Spider at Wrestlution? The man I wanted to stand side-by-side with as World Tag Team Champions? He’s not here right now. He hasn’t been here in a long time, has he? Quartz does not respond, instead taking the time to investigate H2O’s reaction. H2O: If you’re going to storm into my home, show some respect and just tell me what you want. Quartz takes a moment to gather his composure, but locks eyes with H2O once again. Quartz: Fine. Quartz: I’m not here to break bread. If you have been paying attention as you say you have, you already know that. Quartz: I have a simple request. H2O folds his arms and stares intensely towards his brother. H2O: I’m sure it’s simple. Quartz: A phone number is all I’m asking for. The two persist in the awkward silence for a few moments, seemingly analyzing the changes between themselves and the way they were just 365 days prior. Quartz: I know you’re not stupid, Harvey. If anyone knows you better than you know yourself, it’s me. It’s everything I’ve seen. Quartz: I knew if I tried to contact you any other way, you would not have responded. Quartz: But I’m not your enemy right now… You’re on the shelf for a man in Jaysin Sensation that wouldn’t lose a minute of sound sleep if you never came back to OCW. Quartz: You’re on the shelf for the same reason I was… You gave your body and your spirit to a corporation that never cared about you for a second. Quartz: So right now? As far as I’m concerned? I’m fighting for you as much as I am anyone else. Quartz: And I need your help. H2O barely flinches, taking in every word of his brother's staunch speech. H2O: ...A phone number? That’s it? Quartz: And maybe a friendly voice. H2O: …and here I’m thinking ayyyeee… Perfect Storm was brewing again. But nevertheless…. H2O looks cautiously at his brother before slowly removing his cell phone from his back pocket. We zoom out of the front door slowly as the interaction continues…

WRESTLER NAME: Beatrixx HOMETOWN: Baltimore, MD, United States BIRTHDATE: August 9th, 1984 HEIGHT: 5'7 WEIGHT: 142 lbs THEME SONG: "Beg" - Vana SIGNATURE MOVES: Magic Circle DDT (Rope Hung DDT, also hit from other positions) FINISHERS: Mark of the Coven (Spinning Roundhouse Kick) Biography: Beatrix Renee Murphy is an American professional wrestler currently signed to OCWFed (Online Championship Wrestling). She is also well known for her time in various independent promotions, with several prominent stints in Mexico and Germany. Prior to signing with OCWFed in December 2024, Beatrixx was a mainstay in the northeastern United States independent scene. Beatrixx began wrestling at the age of 15, debuting in 1999 under a mask as "Espat" for the BWA (Baltimore Wrestling Association) as a special attraction, where she would compete against both men and women. Beatrixx continued to wear the mask until she turned 18, due to the rules of the Maryland Athletic Council prohibiting women from participating in professional wrestling events until the age of 18. During her time in the BWA, she would become the promotion's main star, winning their world championship 3 times before the company dissolved as a part of the Northeastern Wrestling Collection merger in 2011. Beatrixx never competed for the father promotion, insisting the takeover of her home promotion was "unforgiveable." Throughout the 2010s, Beatrixx wrestled under various names across the globe, but gained perhaps her greatest notoriety as "Lady Beatrixx" in Germany, where she would hold the GSW (Greife Stark Wrestling) women's championship for over 490 days across two separate reigns. It was during this time where Beatrixx would attract attention from larger western promotions. While nothing manifested officially, Beatrixx is noted to have wrestled several dark matches against the likes of Ashley Blaine, KAT, and Anna Mosity in the late 2010s. After her exit from GSW in 2018, Beatrixx returned to Maryland where she is held in high-regard as a trainer, mentor, and influence to women in the area. She wrestled sparingly until 2021, where she returned to full-time competition in several high-profile matches. In an interview in May 2021, Beatrixx reaffirmed her commitment to the future of pro wrestling, but claimed she "has so much more to give" as an in-ring competitor and refused to quit until she saw how far she could take it. In the Summer of 2024, OCWFed and other major promotions once again began to show interest in Beatrixx for her combination of unique presentation as well as her experience, seeing it as an opportunity to further their own women's division. Beatrixx signed her OCW contract and reported to the OCW Combat Center on December 7th, 2024. It was revealed on the January 31st episode of Turmoil that she would be dropping the "Lady" from her name and simply go by the name "Beatrixx". Beatrixx combines a high-impact striking style with a mysterious and calculating personality. She draws her personality from her background as a practitioner of Wicca. Beatrixx has credited her commitment to The Craft to her focus on uplifting other women in the industry and pushing for more individuality and confidence. Her Wiccan influences are seen throughout her pro wrestling presentation, from her entrance to her offense. While Beatrixx is a seasoned pro wrestler, she has preferred to keep her privacy when it comes to her appearance in OCW, seeing it as a fresh start for an entirely new national audience.