Quartz

As first reported by GRAPS editor Charles C. Knighton -- January 24th, 2026 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Late Saturday evening, the wrestling landscape was stunned at initial unverified rumors that former OCW & CCW champion Isaiah Quartz (Currently known as Inness Quartz to OCW fans), was fired at the conclusion of RIOT 649 earlier that night. Quartz was said to have been "uncooperatively removed from Madison Square Garden" after ambushing OCW HOFer and long-time interviewer Stacy Clark during her planned episode of "The Clark Effect". Quartz made vile threats towards Stacy, though she was thankfully able to escape unscathed. The same cannot be said for upwards of 9 Madison Square Garden security officials, as well as two junior referees, and OCW Producer Cort Marshall, who were all caught up in a brawl that started in the ring and escalated backstage and throughout the building. Though the early rumors Quartz was leaving the company were confirmed to be untrue, it was made clear that OCWFed owner Jaysin Clinton Sensation was present during the brawl and made it clear Quartz would be suspended indefinitely without pay and would not be welcome at future shows until further notice. OCWFed has cracked down on physicality towards their non-wrestling staff and has levied over $775,000 in combined fines and multiple suspensions over the last 2 years for those unwilling to keep their hands off of vulnerable staff members. The continued effort to create a safe and reliable work environment for those who are not contracted professional wrestlers has increased backstage morale overall and led to an expansion of duties and production values for OCW, however the recent actions of Quartz looks to put those improvements at risk. Quartz, who signed with OCWFed in January 2018, has been a fixture on television and freemium live events for most of his career. After returning several months earlier than expected in January 2025 from a second ACL tear, it has been a rollercoaster for the OCW star, to say the least. It was an uncharacteristic show of violence towards his former mentor Ryu "Spider" Matsumoto early in the year that started to turn heads, but soon after, Inness' usual friendly, stoic, and humble persona took a dark turn. 2025 only grew worse from there, as Quartz would go on to unsuccessfully challenge for the CCW Championship several times while toeing the company line when it came to his superiors and fellow pro wrestlers. He hasn't been the same in-ring since this sudden change, either, as the losses continued to pile up and he is considered partially responsible for injuring several fellow wrestlers and fully responsible for costing former Light Heavyweight Champion Anthony Baker his job with the company. The downward spiral for the once respected locker room leader seems to have no signs of slowing down and this latest incident is not going to do him any favors. While Quartz' is still currently listed as an active member of the OCWFed roster, the days of seeing the former champion on OCWFed Television could very well be behind us. We will continue to monitor this volatile situation and expect to have an update from OCWFed management no later than next Friday as Turmoil 343 & an exciting 2026 looms ahead.

Wind bustles through an open window in a large open area. In the center of the room, a figure looms over a large plastic bin in front of him. The figure dons a deep blood-red singlet and thick red pants. The bin has a yellow lid, with something taped to the front of it. A folded piece of paper sticks to the top of the yellow bin. Barely legible words are scribbled on the tape that keeps the paper in place. The words read... "FAILURE" The words appear to be written so aggressively, the transparent tape is ripped and curled in various areas. The figure reaches down to unlatch the yellow lid, slowly pulling it open. The bin is nearly full, containing a host of items. At the very top, a dirty hooded sweatshirt, unclean, beginning to yellow and darken. The once-white sweatshirt is moved partially to reveal the words at the bottom. "Forever...". ???: It's too late for that shit. The lid quickly slams shut. The view peers up to see the glassy red iris of Inness Quartz... He looks ahead towards the source of the voice. The surroundings have darkened further. Various glimpses of light pepper the area, but Quartz keeps his eyes locked ahead. As the view follows his eyeline, a long haired, smarmy Quartz stares back at him, donning the blue iris to match his red. Ijitu Quartz: I'll give you credit, you've lasted longer than I thought. Inness Quartz: ... Ijitu Quartz: Hahahah! Oh, c'mon now Mr. Silent! You haven't shut the hell up in 6 months. Every week I watch through that window of yours, ole superhero Inness, always trying to take care of everyone else's problems. Inness says nothing, simply staring ahead with an unmoving expression of frustration. Ijitu Quartz: Did you let them get to you, stupid? Ijitu Quartz: Of course they did. Ijitu Quartz: Heheh... Gah' damn idiot. You get too close to these people. They're fake. They're faulty... And you use your dying opportunity in control to try and protect 'em. Now you're keeping momentos? Ijitu Quartz: They called you selfish. You finally grew a pair and put down Spider, went after B17... Stepped to the most powerful person this company has every seen.... And they called you selfish. Ijitu Quartz: But I know you... Better than anyone... If only the truth wasn't equally as sad. You weren't selfish, you were just stupid. Ijitu Quartz: But then again... I've been telling you since the beginning, your way of life isn't rewarded. It's exploited. Demeaned. The simple clowns you pander to, they'd sell you out for a sniff of a championship. A sniff of relevance. Ijitu Quartz takes a step towards the bin, but Inness slams his foot on the top of it, defiantly. Ijitu Quartz: Don't worry, stupid. I don't want your shitty trophies of failure. Ijitu Quartz: You can sit with them here all you want while I- A voice interrupts the pompous Ijitu, causing him to turn. Intell Quartz: Interesting, the body hasn't shut down the way you thought it would. Inness Quartz: ... Ijitu Quartz: That's why I'm here... You had your chance to be a savior, and you do what you always do. You failed those around you. You turned your back on Spider, on Kassidy Hayes, you let Rust Cohle beat you to the punch not once, but TWICE! Ijitu Quartz: RUST COHLE!!! And now look at you... You've got nothing. You've ruined everything we had in the name of your bullshit honor. Ijitu Quartz: Because you're stupid. Reality doesn't work that way. Ijitu Quartz: ...Hahah. But now? You see that now, don't you? Inness Quartz: ... There's a damning silence that falls into the air, capturing and overtaking the sounds of wind bustling around the three figures. Ijitu Quartz: Yeah, you do... But I have news for you... That kid you follow... Ijitu Quartz: He doesn't want to talk to you, does he? He wants to talk to me... Someone who can really make a difference. Someone who won't spend 6 months chasing ghosts and protecting weak losers who can't carry their weight. Ijitu Quartz: The time has come for you to crawl into the corner and fade away. If you really cared about OUR legacy, you'd give me- Inness Quartz: Not again. Quartz grimaces and closes his eyes tightly. As he opens them, he returns to his reality. The wind once again blows past him as he looks down at the bin in front of him. He lifts it, walking down a hall and stuffing it inside a closet filled with other similar bins, slamming the door behind him. As he walks back and falls into a nearby chair, his eyes can be seen bloodshot. The man who can never challenge for the CCW Championship ponders for a moment, before a light vibration intercepts the cool Autumn wind. Quartz peers down at his phone. "NEW MESSAGE Sheldon Tremblay (1)" He stands from the chair and shakes his head before lifting the phone and walking out of view.

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FASHION!

Antonio and Kareem going over the current roster in waiting while Tony gets ready for his in-ring return is amazing. I love the banter and back and forth

Documenting your civil and criminal crimes! I knew I liked these kids!

Well I was about to post a sad meme but just as I did, Gooner blindsided the champ. What in the sam hickie is going on

I love this beautiful bitch so much. If being the first living being to look Kameyo in... Whatever is underneath those bangs... and living to tell the tale is on the docket, R2G is already one of the best FLE's of our time.

The faint sound of the final wave of humanity exiting the Barclay's Center grows quieter with each passing minute. In the backstage area, many crew members and OCW staff begin shutting down production and preparing to leave the arena for the final time before Road 2 Glory in Atlanta, Georgia. As more and more arena and OCW staff begin leaving, the silence grows even more present. The secluded area where The Frontline had been meeting for the past several months, now void of the comradery and brotherhood that occupied it mere hours ago. In its place, seated on the floor, the picture of defeat. Despite standing on his own two feet at the end of the show, surrounded by his allies, Inness Quartz now sits alone. His head rests against the concrete wall behind him, desperately trying to stop from sliding to the floor. Next to the former World Champion's husk, his white hooded sweatshirt. Quartz' dead eyes slowly peer over to it, seemingly to read the words on the back, the same words that he has championed since Certified Greatness... "Again. And Again. And Again. Forever." Quartz says nothing, simply opting to toss it off of the balcony, watching the shame and sweat covered top fall quickly to the level below. Ding His head turns slowly, watching the elevator in front of him as the doors slowly pry open. Inside... Nobody. Nothing. Quartz stares straight ahead as the doors close back again. The quiet surrounding the foolish man becomes deafening. Alone in his shame. The buffoon who believed Rust Cohle's façade. The imbecile who put his faith in the faithless. The coward who sat by and watched an innocent man framed. The egomaniac that risked the careers of 3 men to chase his own goals. The broken down washout who passed his prime years ago. The dipshit meathead who has been embarrassed at every turn. The disgraced hypocrite who viscously ended his former mentor. The disingenuous crybaby who pinned his failures on B17. The remnants of what used to be a respected champion. They're all right. They always have been. The words that once echoed throughout the Toyko Dome at Red Sun Rising begin playing again in his mind. "A soldier is a political tool, nothing more." No tears are shed, not so much as a blink dare interrupt Quartz' loathing. "That's doubly true if he's a career soldier. Right and wrong have no place in his mission." Lights begin to shut off in sections in the backstage area, the clank of the industrial lighting rigs provide the only auditory escape to the silence. "He has no enemies and no friends. Only the mission." Another rig shuts off. "Sooner or later, your conscience is going to bother you." The powered off fixtures begin enveloping Quartz in darkness. "In the end, you have to choose whether you're going to live as a soldier, or just another man with a gun." The overwhelming pride he took in what was CQC, in what was his first and closest ally, now a haze of uncertainty 8 days before he is scheduled to compete inside the Wargames cages. "There's a saying in the Orient..." Quartz eyes peer up to the final lighting fixture above him. The lights shut off with a loud clank, leaving him broken and alone in the darkness. Darkness that caused him to miss everything that was playing out in front of him. Darkness that could cost a man his career. Darkness that could render him an utter failure in the eyes of his allies, his peers, and himself. "'Loyalty to the end'... Do you know what it means?"

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