Access Denied LIVE Thread

[Marcus Welsh]

And here's our in character thread for the show

All IN CHARACTER reactions to what gets posted go in this thread

You can begin posting in here now

[zybala]

: Mike Zybala is walking around ringside holding a shit ton of large papers that he is handing out to the crowd. The fans look at the papers and cheer before holding up the signs. The signs say "WHISPER SECTION!" :

[Bob Grenier]

Hours before Access Denied the preparations have begun. We see a ring and grandstands sitting majestically in a field of snow. The residents of Iroquois Falls have already begun to file in. They come in on snowmobiles, pick up trucks and by foot. Many of them mill about the property. OCW camera crews have also set up. Bob Grenier stands on his porch taking it all in with a smile. A camera makes his way towards Bob.

Bob: For a moment this town will become the center of the world. I'm putting Iroquois Falls on the map. I'm putting myself back on the map but most importantly, Gideon Cross, I'm about to make you famous. Look around..

The camera pans the property and right back around to Bob.
Bob: This is heaven. To be able to do what I do in this little slice of heaven brings me a great sense of pride. From the moment you step on these grounds Gideon, You are officially fucked. Thank you to OCW management for granting me the opportunity to start my comeback in a place I feel at ease, In a place I feel comfortable. If this was a normal match in a normal circumstance where I needed to travel, I'd probably be back on the pipe. I'm taking my recovery and my comeback to the business one day at a time and this.. Is Day 1. See you later Gideon.

The camera pans around the property and focuses on the ring before cutting to black.

[Iggy Hardy]

((Scene))

Iggy sits on the shitter. His bright red thong underwear down to his ankles. He's shirtless and looks flawless. What is amazing is the amount of illicit drugs he puts into his system, how does he manage to have the body he has is crazy. Chiseled like a greek God. A God of ROCKSTAR SEX APPEAL AND GOOD LOOKS! As we look closer, we see a set of ass cheeks below Iggy, the back of her head going up and down. 

((Voiceover))

OMG. 

((Scene)) 

As it get's clearer, this motherfucker is actually in the middle of receiving a blumpkin. Iggy looks completely relaxed and totally chill as he sits there dropping his morning duce, with a semi-attractive hood rat sucking on his cock. A splash hits the toilet. Your average bear would be mortified with humiliation. Iggy looks up and flashes a toothy smile. No fucks given. 

((Iggy))

Hurry up babes. I've got show to watch. 

((Scene))

The chick lifts her head and smiles. Iggy looks down at her. 

((Iggy))

Keep sucking. You'll know when I'm ready to wrap up! 

((Scene))

Like a good bitch, the women quickly gets back to work. 

((Iggy))

It's pay-per-view day, babycakes!

[Lord Allton]

The camera opens up on Lord Allton sat watching the widescreen TV in the A-List locker room.  The crowd cheers for the most part but there are a few pockets of boos after what happened on Equality.  He looks into the camera with a smile.

Allton: Get comfortable, ladies and gentlemen.... it's gonna be a hell of a night.

The camera fades out.

[zybala]

: We cut back to ringside to see security trying to take the "Whisper" signs from the crowd, most likely under orders from the bosses. :

[Veronica Strader]

Suburban Detroit, Michigan
January 30th, 2022

Veronica stands in the master bedroom of the small bungalow house she was staying in while preparing for ‘The Mean Streets of Detroit’ match in her first defence of the Trans-Atlantic Championship. She would never admit it, but she had hoped The Impossible Traveller was watching. Or was it Victoria that hoped that? Veronica had felt like she lost control last weekend. Still, she couldn’t find any physical evidence of it, so she returned her focus to Thunder Pro Wrestling to get it to start making money back she had put in, preparing for a tag team match that made zero sense where Jun and Tact let the emotions get the better of them costing the two teams the victory, and most importantly her Trans-Atlantic Defence against the A-Lister Dylan Thomas. He was her biggest form of competition in months, and she was beyond excited to get the match underway. Looking in a stand-up mirror, she was happy with her ring attire, even if it wouldn’t see a ring. Black leather pants with silver and purple tassels up the outsides of her thighs to her knees, a pair of silver wrestling boots with purple laces done up tightly to protect her ankles from snapping, and full spandex fitted top that revealed very little cleavage that purple as well. She picks up a biker-style fitted leather jacket lined with warmers and puts it on. She pulls down on the bottom of the jacket to straighten it out. She is without the Trans Atlantic Championship as it has been hidden in a crack house.

“This one is for you, Victoria,” She says as she pulls her fading blonde hair into a tight ponytail. She turns around to see Harold standing there filming her. She doesn’t even flinch as she sneers into the camera lens. “See you soon, Dylan. I hope you are ready for a fight and a flight. Oh and… Whisper Wins Or We Riot.”

She walks past Harold, who didn’t do a very good job of cleaning up the pill residue around his nostrils, and he films her walk out of sight, ready for battle.

[Dylan Thomas]

We open to the back of the Thomas's limousine.  The driver George is concentrating on the road while Dylan and Lissandra are in the back.  Lissandra has her phone out.  The two of them finish watching Veronica Strader's message.  Dylan is dressed in long, burgendy tights with DT written on the back, black wrestling boots with A-List written in orange down the sides of the boots and white wrist tape.  He wears his custom blue and white 'DYLAN THOMAS' varsity jacket over his top half.  Lissandra is dressed smart/casual tonight - a white suit jacket, white trousers and sky blue blouse.  The two look into the camera.

Dylan: Veronica Strader... Trust me... I'm ready.  George, where are we now?

George: Just turning into Detroit now, Sir.

Dylan: Show time.

[Marcus Welsh]

ACCESS DENIED HAS STARTED WITH A HUGE ANNOUNCEMENT AND THE INTRO

www.onlinechampionshipwrestling.com/access-denied.html

[Marcus Welsh]

Zybala's Outsider's Battle Royal is now airing

www.onlinechampionshipwrestling.com/access-denied.html

[Tamika Strader]

Meghan Strader is in the back area sitting on the bench in clean jeans with other hanging over the side of a garbage can, looking at her favourite pair of ring boots, grieving them as the camera catches the awful mess left by Fanny.

"Fucking ruined. My sister is gonna love this."

The Strader Matriarch picks up her boots and drops them in the trash as whatever Fanny had drank, it could fuel a Mack Truck and seeped into a material that shouldn't act like a sponge. One should burn it, but with the fuel level content in the vomiting good chance it would be a big boom. But what do I know? I am no scientist.  

[Bob Grenier]

After Bob's win at Access Denied, The OCW Cameras kept rolling. The townsfolk are celebrating his win by dousing him in Molson Canadian and maple syrup. Two native men begin to do a native dance and the moose that trampled Alice Knight is lurking about. Its an incredibly Canadian scene. Gideon Cross slowly walks off the property towards his waiting vehicle. The microphone has frozen solid so somebody hands him a bullhorn.

Bob: Cross, Stop and turn around kid. Look at me.

Gideon Cross stops and turns around.

Bob: Don't walk out of here like that. You came into a place that I made you unwelcome in. I tend to do that, You came into -40 weather, Entered another man's property and got your shots in. You took me to my limit. If this was anywhere else you would have made this a different result. At the end of the day, I only beat you on experience. Knowing people, Like Alice Knight, It's all strategy, Head games, Any little thing to throw you off a bit. Stacking the deck against you was by design. OCW management trusts me, When they call me up and say "OK, We got this kid were high on.. Can you do something with him.." that's respect towards what I've done and accomplished. I've been here damn near a decade. I've seen guys better than you come and go just as quick. The difference between those guys and you is you're smart. You opened your mouth just enough to get my attention, It turned into a match on an OCW Hall of famer.

Some of the Canadian fans walk towards Gideon and place a Canadian flag over his shoulders. He laughs but doesn't say anything before he exits the scene.

[BRIM]

~Access Denied has finally gone off of the air, patrons and fans alike begin to exit the area which held the aforementioned event. However, on one of the blocked off side streets, a cameraman catches up to a bloodied, bruised, but also victorious BRIM. He rests seated on a steel folding chair, the new OCW Savage Championship resting at his feet. He stares blankly at his hands that are wrapped in white tape, crusted with fur and blood, his fingernails stained with dirt and skin particles. He seems to be taking in all of the events that occurred hours earlier, everything finally able to set in. Shifting his attention to the Savage Championship, BRIM picks it up from the ground and rests it on his lap, admiring it, almost fixated on its new design~

“Aye bruh, you aight?”

~BRIM looks from the title up to Duce and Byson who’ve both made their way over to where he was recovering. Looking back down at the title within his grasps, he nods~

“What now?” ~Byson asked~

~Without looking up, his vision still on the title, BRIM respond~

“Time to prove to SuMa, who the true Savage of OCW is..”

~Getting up from the chair, BRIM limps away, still feeling the effects of a violent affair with a superkicking lunatic. He continuously rubs away at different locations of his head, trying to calm the sensation of maybe severe head trauma. Watching him walk away, Byson leans over to Duce~

“Doesn’t he realize that he just beat a grown man down with a fucking dead panther, what could be more savage than that?”

~Duce looks over to his brother, only able to shake his head in disappointment~

“Bruh, obviously you haven’t heard of Supreme Machine…”

~Duce walks off, looking to catch up with his war-torn friend while Byson stands there not understanding the severity of the situation~