OutDoor Championship Wrestling

Blaze_Freya: -We fade into the office where the owner of OCW, Zack Davis of course, is sitting at his desk going through some paperwork. He makes several stacks of papers and starts to put them away in drawers, when suddenly… we hear some commotion outside the door and we pan over to see none other than THE Blackpool Bombshell herself, Blaze Freya, entering his office and dusting herself off. She's wearing a short black dress with thick black ankle boots on along with her signature choker necklaces. She looks like a gothic princess, marching toward the desk and slamming her hands down on it to immediately get his attention-

Blaze_Freya: "Listen up here, ZACK! First of all, get a fuckin' better security guard for the door. Secondly, what is my place here!? I didn't come to perform in an outside federation just to not get booked. I've competed in sold-out stadiums, and I am your first million dollar ticket! Treat me like it or I will walk right back out the door I just walked into."

Zack_Davis: By nature I'm not a jumpy person, and at your hands slamming on my desk I simply raise my eyes. Everyone is sooooo valuable. "Babe, I've got million dollar tickets shoveling snow!" ... I have become rather successful by recognizing talent when I see it, however ... I rub my chin thoughtfully as I contemplate the fate of the poor bastard who WAS stationed outside of my door. "So what's on your mind, Ms Freya?"

Blaze_Freya: -Blaze leans across the desk and says right in his face: "I want a Title Shot. My debut is a big deal, and if you don't see it that way, then you're blind. Look at what I've done in every other federation I've been in before coming here... I've dominated within one year n' became Champion in half that time. So I deserve a spot at the top, I earned it." -She then stands up straight and places her hands on her hips, waiting for his response-

Zack_Davis: Looking this gothic princess up and down with a casual glance, hands on her shapely hips, demanding this demanding that. I sigh, letting my breath out slowly ... "Here, my dear" I say slowly, "you have earned nothing. Yet." Standing up, stepping out from behind my desk .. I match your stance with my hands on my hips as well, a challenging posture ... "All bark, no bite?"

Blaze_Freya: -Blaze scoffs and goes to turn away, then she spins back toward him and swings a vicious right hook aimed for his jaw, trying to knock him back down for talking crazy to her-

Zack_Davis: This lunatic, pompous lady scoffs, turning away ... just as I suspected. All talk. I give a glance at her 'assets', thinking I probably could draw quite a crowd with her on a card 🤔 ... As I raise my eyes back up, she turns back towards me, launching a crazy wicked right hook at my jaw!!! I snap my head back, but still catch a knuckle on my chin ... actually knocking me back a step! "BIG mistake, missy" I growl, bringing my hands up to the ready position.

Blaze_Freya: -Blaze laughs sadistically and fakes a jab at his face, then quickly runs over to grab a chair to THROW it at him!- "MAIN EVENT ME OR ELSE, ZACK!!!"

Zack_Davis: Crazy little brat grabs a chair and throws it at me! Sidestepping the improbable projectile, it crashes through my large bay window overlooking the beach ... "That'll pretty much take care of your first paycheck" ... Sprinting the few steps to close the distance between us, looking to dip my shoulder at the last moment into an attempted spear.

 

 Pretty sure I ripped my jacket in the process ... 🤬

Blaze_Freya: -Blaze yelps as he spears her to the floor!!! She feels all one-hundred-eighty-five pounds crash down on top of her and she groans in pain, but this wouldn't be the first spear she ever took on solid ground, and sadly, probably wouldn't be the last- "Tha-... That's... MY move... you DICK!" -She whines from underneath him, laying flat on the floor all sprawled out-

Zack_Davis: Grasping those wrists of yours to pin them down before you decide to fire another fist at my face ... I have a photoshoot in an hour! "I'm not a dick, Eleanor. Ohh, wait! Yes I am". Scooting up to pin your arms with my knees, sitting on your chest, I give a playful swat to your face ... "So you like to play with chairs .. is that a Blackpool thing?'

Blaze_Freya: -Freya blushes and squirms around, his knees pinning her shoulders so that she can't move her arms, and she kicks her black booted feet around in the air, stomping them down on the floor in protest- "Get off me, Zack... just give me what I want, and this doesn't have to be some long thing where I come randomly attacking you every week because of this very moment... just let me up." -Trying to negotiate her way out of the pin since Blaze knows she can't move him off of her at this point, not with his weight advantage over her-

Zack_Davis: "Let's be clear on one thing, Bomby" ... another playful swat ... "Fuck with the boss, and I'll end your career. But you are a sassy little spitfire. I think we could work out an ... Arrangement. Now behave yourself." ... Slipping off of your body to your side, palms up, onto my knees ...

Blaze_Freya: -Blaze sits up and crosses her arms in a huff. She looks down at her own legs and uncrosses her arms to fix her dress, then she looks up at him, glaring and still considering taking another swing- "What kind of arrangement?..."

Zack_Davis:

Zack_Davis: "You seem to like playing with chairs. Maybe a hardcore match, perhaps against Queen Olivia ... winner gets a shot at the title." ... A mischievous grin forms on my lips ... "By the way, did I mention that Olivia is my wife? And that I will be the special guest referee " .. 😈

Blaze_Freya: "So, basically, you want me to lose to your whore wife in my debut!?" -She asks whilst standing up to her feet and tilting her head at him-

Zack_Davis: "Well, win or lose will be up to you .. and her. I of course will be completely unbiased" ... *struggling to keep a straight face*

Zack_Davis: "winner gets a shot at Nathan" ..

Zack_Davis:

Blaze_Freya: -Blaze growls- "I can see you fucking smirking, ZACK! I'm sure you'll be very biased but it won't matter, I'll beat your wife so badly she'll stay down for a one-hundred count!" -She calms down a bit after letting that out, a smile growing on her face as she thinks about the opportunity he just gave her- "N' then, I'll beat the Hardcore Champ and be the best Champion in OCW history!"

Zack_Davis: "I'd worry about surviving against Liv first, Ms Sassy. We have a deal then. You're on the next card. And you owe me a window!"

Zack_Davis: Standing up, inspecting my suit jacket for any tears, straightening it out by tugging on the lapels ... "and a dry cleaning. And I hope you land a spear better that you take one."

Blaze_Freya: -With nothing left on her mind to discuss, she shrugs and winks- "Deal... I can cover all that with one paycheck after you see my true worth. I'll have that show sold out in record time." -She dusts herself off and spins around, looking over her shoulder to basically demand that he dusts her back off for her-

Zack_Davis: I pause for a moment, meeting your gaze with a smirk ... Brushing your back off, starting at your shoulders and working my way down, I don't stop at your back ... "Your arse is dusty, too" ... well aware that your tiny, short dress has ridden up somewhat and I'm brushing off as much butt cheek as I am dress.

Blaze_Freya: -Blaze steps forward after he's finished dusting her off and fixing the back of her dress, and she spins around to extend her hand for a handshake to seal the deal, her icy blue eyes locked on his- "See? It could've been this easy all along."

Zack_Davis: I narrow my eyes at your outstretched hand ... "You're the one who stormed my office" ... Reaching out my hand ... "Take that piece of crap security guy with you"

Blaze_Freya: -They shake hands and Freya shakes her head as well- "I'll pass. That security guy is good for nothin'. Went down with one shot. He can walk by himself, far away from me." -Freya leaves the office, strutting away and closing the door behind her-

Zack_Davis: "Leave that door ... open" my voice trailing off as you close it on your way out ... For Pete's sake I mumble under my breath as I yank the door back open. Security guard my ass. Unemployed security guard...

Blaze_Freya: -As the door swings back open, loud foot steps are heard approaching As Freya dives at Zack's midsection going for her signature TORN!!!(spear) outta nowhere!-

Zack_Davis: Expecting to only see my EX security guy in a heap on the ground, I'm caught completely flat footed by what is in fact a very impressive spear ... "Bitch" is all I have the chance to utter before your shoulder slams into my gut, compounded by being driven back into the floor of my office, your well (🔥) proportioned 140 pounds driving into my gut again as I hit the ground! My eyes bulge as breath I might have had is driven from my body!

Blaze_Freya: "How's THAT for landing a spear, you jerk!" -She slaps his face with her right hand and hops to her feet, the security guy waking up behind her- "H-Heyy!!! You're not supposed to BE BACK HERE!" -He shouts at her, but she only laughs and walks past him, patting his shoulder- "You're fired, bub. Have a nice day." -Then she leaves the office, for real this time-

Zack_Davis: Rolling to my side, groaning ... It takes several moments to regain the ability to merely breathe. I pull my cell phone out of my breast pocket, punching in a preprogrammed number ... "Hey sweetie ... Yes, I love you too ... I'll be home soon. I have a match lined up for you."