Super Adventure Island - July 5th 2022 (Wailuku, Hawaii)

We see the outside of Mehara Stadium, in beautiful Wailuku, Hawaii, as the RADDrone takes off from the parking lot and flies up and into the open dome of the stadium! As it flies down more we see signs all around the sold out crowd...



As we finally fly around the baseball field and land at where homeplate would normally be we see the field has been decked out with summertime props, etc. A large pyro display goes off as we land right in front of the Announcers Table where as always we are greeted by Arthur La Forge and Mary DeSue. Arthur is wearing a lay, his Captain N letterman's jacket, Khaki Shorts, Long white socks, and sandals. Mary DeSue is cosplaying Tina from "Super Adventure Island" even wearing a pageant sash that says "Miss Jungle".

Arthur La Forge: WELCOME TO LEVEL UP WRESTLING'S PAY PER VIEW EXTRAVAGANZA "SUPER ADVENTURE ISLAND"!!!! We're here in beautiful Wailuku Hawaii to bring you our summer vacation of bodyslams and bodyshots! As always I am Arthur La Forge and my lovely cohost Mary DeSue!

Mary DeSue: Welcome nerds! So Artie...like the outfit.

Arthur La Forge: Well...it's not just the temperature that's hot on this island.

Mary DeSue: Aw, how cute. I might be nice and let you oogle during the show.

Arthur La Forge: Must. Focus. On...speaking of work! We have a great card for you tonight folks. Coming up first is a three on three where the team of "Superstar" Peter Vaughn will team with Paul Freedom and the debuting Alix Mayne taking on the team of Paul Montouri, Michelle Riggs, and Cypher.

Mary DeSue: Well that's an opener I didn't expect...

Arthur La Forge: Our second bout is a slight change to the card. Apparently to acomodate some of the lumberjacks...The Wisdom Title Lumberjack Match where Donny Mason will take on Buster Gloves has been moved to the second bout.

Mary DeSue: That means some of the lumberjacks might have matches later on the show?

Arthur La Forge: Would make the most sense, and given some of the rivalries here in Level Up...they might not be able to participate otherwise if they're injured or exhausted.

We see off to the side of the tron Princess Waluigi making a throat cut motion at Mary with a butcher knife.

Mary DeSue: Yeah...wouldn't know anything about that...

Arthur La Forge: Following that epic confrontation we got "Dollface" Sarah Wolf taking on Demi Stratford, followed by "The Dreamkiller" Jason Ryan taking on Amber Payne, and Riley Heart taking on "The Nightmare Angel" Chelsea Skye with falls counting anywhere, in what looks like a series of back to back grudge matches

Mary DeSue: Not just three. More like five. Stephen Stratford is taking on Lord Raab and a big to do is Sebastian Everett-Bryce taking on Dane Preston to settle their own personal scores. Trent's trying to settle some s[bleep] tonight with this booking!

Arthur La Forge: You mean our boss...the one with a history of p[bleeping] off most of the professional wrestling world? Nahhhh. Never! After that we got a chance of a lifetime. Either Guy Manson, Ziggy Morgan, or Bam Miller is joining the Game Changers tonight. All they have to do is win this triple threat match!

Mary DeSue: Ugh...The GC doesn't need any of these losers!

Arthur La Forge: Then we have "The Courage Championship" match between EA Blizzard and his challenger Eli Goode!

Mary DeSue: Trent's kerf[bleep]ery continues. Dionysus had to drop out and instead of giving EAB the night off like a good boss, he throws Eli into the mix at the last minute. Not cool or fair.

Arthur La Forge: Speaking of not cool or fair. Larry Tact will defend his Power Title tonight against Kat Jones!

Mary DeSue: I'm torn. I don't hate Kat, but I think she's bitten off more than she can chew here. No way Larry is going to let her win.

Arthur La Forge: Then we have the main event. This particular match was originally created to begin "The Power Division" itself and now it's being used to decide The Final Boss title. Where Duncan Shepard is going to have to take on ISSAC, Catalina Cortes, Jack Sullivan, and Sloane Taylor in a match that with each elimination the stipulation changes. Welcome to "THE SKELETON KEY MATCH"!!!

Mary DeSue: This match is almost as unpredictable as TLOU. Let's see if Duncan can back up all his talk or if it's "here comes a new challenger" for the FB title!

Arthur La Forge: Yeah, and let's not forget during or after any of these title matches...Peter Vaughn could cash in his Game Genie and be added to the match!

Mary DeSue: ...Oh that just put this on Hard Mode! Let's start this show!

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Paul Freedom, Peter Vaughn & Alix Mayne vs. Paul Montouri, Michelle Riggs & Cypher


The digital form of Mr. Rad appears via the holographic projectors into the center of the ring. The only big difference is Mr. Rad is wearing a hawaiian shirt instead of his usual suit top.

Mr. Rad: Ladies, Gentlemen, and everything in between! Welcome Meatbags to "Super Adventure Island"!!!

The fans cheer as expected!

Mr. Rad: Let's start this party with a ba..ba...BANG! Introducing first..

The lights in the arena go out, causing the usual hysteria from the crowd. After a few seconds, Peter Vaughn's face appears on the big tron, darkly smirking down at the fans.

"This Time... It's Different."

After Vaughn finishes speaking, he begins to laugh. His laughter carries on as the Tron video overtakes his image, beginning with "This Time It's Different" by Evans Blue. Sparks begin to erupt around the stage, showering nearby fans who feel like they're a little too close to the action. As the fireworks die down, two figures appear through the smoke and haze. Peter Vaughn walks forward first, wearing his dark blue gear. Chronic Chris Page stays behind him, smiling at the reaction Vaughn is getting, and Page is holding the briefcase carrying "The Game Genie". They stop at the top of the ramp, surveying the hatred from the crowd. From Vaughn's reaction, you'd think they were chanting his name, as he walks down the aisle with a cocky smile, with Page right behind him. The two make their way into the ring, heading into a corner to discuss some last-minute strategy.

Mr. Rad: Introducing first...From Dallas, Texas...He is the current bearer of "The Game Genie"...He is Peter Vaughn!

Vaughn poses for a moment as the boos continue and he talks to Page.

Arthur La Forge: The most dangerous man in Level Up Wrestling. At any time tonight he could totally change the title picture for a singles belt.

Mary DeSue: Or he could totally blow his change if he isn’t careful.

Mr. Rad: And his partner...hailing from Arlington, Mass...Mass... Massachusetts...Oh I am not saying th...Trent says say it or I'll reboot your a...okay...ahem...USA!!! USA!!! USA!!! PAULLLL FREEDOM!!!

The fans start as USA chant as the PA statics for a moment. The arena sound system plays four rapid clacks of drumsticks against each other to establish the beat, and, by the time the jaunty guitars have gotten through the first bar of the Against Me! song "Walking Is Still Honest," Paul Freedom has already burst out from backstage and stands at the top of the entrance ramp, seemingly on the verge of being overwhelmed as he takes in the scope of his situation. His saturnine face offers a relaxed smile to the crowd, but the expression doesn't quite reach his russet eyes or match his tense posture.

His ring attire doesn't do much to help give the impression that he's accustomed to even the modest applause he's receiving. His trunks, elbow pads, knee pads, and boots are all just about standard-issue and an unassuming black, which only serves to call attention to his inexpertly applied wrist tape, which appears to have started off-white and already become off-putting from absorbing the sweat that gleams on his hirsute frame. While his gear has little to say for itself, it seems he has elected to make his hair his statement piece. The hair on the sides and back of his head is clipped short and resembles the markings of a cheetah, while his scalp is crowned with bleached blonde liberty spikes of uneven lengths.

As the song continues to play out, a contrast of spirited instruments and strained vocals delivering heartfelt lyrics, he takes a deep breath, his shoulders heaving, and begins a deliberate plod to the ring. He extends his hands for high fives from the fans but, after largely being left hanging, shrugs and dashes the rest of the way to the ring to slide in under the bottom rope. He looks for his first opportunity to offer his partner, Peter Vaughn, a handshake! And Vaughn shakes it, looking at Page like this kid is crazy.

Arthur La Forge: This kid is talented, but needs some more experience in the ring. Also he’s a bit gullible.

Mary DeSue: And that’s coming from you…

Arthur La Forge: Hey, that’s true but it’s still mean…

Mr. Rad: And finally...their partner from Nyack, New York...She is Alix Mayneeee!!

A fun array of light blue, pink, green, yellow, purple and orange lights fill the arena as “Bring It On” by Memoremains begins to play bringing the fans to a cheer. As the lyrics kick in, Alix Mayne makes her way out to the stage, killer shades on and looking focused heading into her match. Scoping the crowd she gives them a nod of acknowledgment and removes her shades, making her way down towards the ring.

Reaching the apron she gives a look back, placing her hand on the canvas a second and then hopping onto it. She gives a cute yet awkward little pose on the apron, sliding underneath the bottom rope and into the ring right after. Heading over to the center, Alix strikes another quick pose before walking to the nearest corner in wait while her theme fades to silence.

Arthur La Forge: New to Level Up and professional wrestling in general. Alix seems to be on the right track for doing well…

Mary DeSue: In the ring maybe…girl has the social skills of well…you.

Arthur La Forge: Hey…

Mary DeSue: Alright first year first show you…

Arthur La Forge: Fair.

Mr. Rad: And their opponents...introducing first...He's the "Sophisticated Savage"...Cypher!!

"Fortune Days" by Glitch Mob starts to play as Cypher makes his way out the rampway looking upset at the fact that this is an outside event. Nevertheless he carries his mirror with him to try and make sure his face isn't sweaty to much as he gets to the ring and glares at his opponents. Alix cocks her head and looks at him curiously, while Paul Freedom makes his way over to shake Cypher's hand, but Vaughn stops him.

Arthur La Forge: A hoodie might have been a bad choice for ringwear.

Mary DeSue: I think he decided not to wear his own royal garb with whose coming out next…

Mr. Rad: And his partners...hailing from San Diego, California...and The Hollywood Hills of California..."Miss" Michelle and your King...well I didn't vote for him...Your King Paul Montuori!!

"BOW YOUR HEADS KNAVES!!! THE KING IS HERE!!!"

"Be Like Me" by Lil Pump starts to play as "The King" and "Miss" Michelle make their way down the ramp...on a liter carried by four men! Wearing a crown and robe we see Paul Montuori living it up as the fans boo him. "Miss" Michelle looks amused at Paul's antics but keeps her eyes laser focused on her opponents. As they are let down in front of the ring Paul opens the ring rops for "Miss" Michelle and then gets in himself. The two stare down at Cypher for a moment as they start to talk strategy while Paul keeps looking over his shoulder at Peter Vaughn who just waves at him.

Arthur La Forge: You know, I don’t really care for his cheating ways, but how Paul dotes on “Miss” Michelle is really sweet.

Mary DeSue: Yes…such a fine pair of Royals!

Starting out is going to be Paul Freedom and Cypher...

DING! DING! DING!

First off Paul Freedom goes up to shake hands with Cypher. Cypher looks at his partners like "is this guy for real" and the other two nod. Cypher puts out his hand and shakes Pauls and then...TWISTS IT AROUND INTO A HAMMERLOCK!! He trips Paul Freedom down to the mat with a backsweep of the leg and kips up. Cypher blows a kiss to his opponent's corner and then kicks Paul Freedom in the ribs! He drags Paul up and tosses him into the ropes and hits Paul Freedom with a running knee strike! He quickly dives down on Paul Freedom and slaps him into a sleeper hold, trying to wear down the young superstar. The fans, being the lovely and charming sarcastic bunch of goobers we all know and love, decide to show their allegiance early...

UUUU SSSS AAA!!! UUUU SSSS AAAAA!!!

Arthur La Forge: Although I don’t see Australia as an evil menace, it looks like the crowd is firmly on Paul Freedom's side!

Mary DeSue: Prejudice. That's all this is...Making fun of a poor Australian like that.

Upon hearing the chants Cypher yells out something that we can't say on Twitch to the crowd, but Peter Vaughn, being a charming person himself, starts clapping along with the crowd and getting more people into it. Alix Mayne tries to clap as well but is slightly out of sync. "Miss" Michelle and Paul Montouri sigh as Cypher continues to wrench the hold, but Paul Freedom wiggles his way to the ropes and gets his foot on them. This only infuriates Cypher as he just starts wailing on Paul Freedom with rights and lefts until Referee Pliskin gets him to break it up from not breaking the hold. Cypher shoves Pliskin as Paul Freedom uses the ropes to pull himself up. Cypher turns and tags in Paul Montouri and Paul looks slightly offended that Cypher touched him. The two have a stare down for a minute as Paul Montouri runs over and hits Paul Freedom with a running high knee to the face!

Arthur La Forge: OOF! That’s gonna hurt!!

Mary DeSue: He aint dating seven girls with a mug like that after that hit!

Paul Montouri picks up Paul Freedom and backhands him in the face! Montouri mouths off at Peter Vaughn and Alix Mayne trying to get them to come in and help their buddy, but the tactic doesn't work as Peter Vaughn holds his arm out keeping Alix Mayne from jumping in. Paul Montouri, slightly frustrated his plan didn't work out, tosses Paul Freedom into the ropes and hits him with a picture perfect Spinebuster! "Miss" Michelle applauds as the fans boo. Cypher has his cellphone out? He keeps looking at Alix Mayne and typing something. Paul Montouri gets up and grabs Paul Freedom by his head. Toss into the ropes. Roundhouse kick followed by a "Wahhh" by Paul Montroui to Paul Freedom! Peter Vaughn just stands there and makes a "meh" motion at the hit. This doesn't bode well ticking Paul Montouri off more as he goes and Curb Stomps Paul Freedom! Peter Vaughn starts chanting "USA! USA! USA!" and Alix Mayne joins in...slightly off tempo. The crowd starts doing this as well and Paul Montouri yells out "HAIL TO YOUR KING!!" He signaling for "The King's Crown" and he hits it!

Arthur La Forge: This could be it! The Canadian Destroyer is a devestating finisher!

Mary DeSue: When have Canadian’s destroyed anything?

Arthur La Forge: In the ratings…with Letterkenny!

Mary DeSue: That’s what I ‘preciates about you.

Cover by Montouri...

One...

Vaughn tries to get into the ring, but Pliskin stops him. Chris Page runs into the ring and hits Montouri in the face with the briefcase! "Miss" Michelle and Cypher, dropping his phone to the outside, run into the ring as Chris Page slides out of the ring just as Alix Mayne and Peter Vaughn get past Referee Pliskin and the melee is on!!! Alix Mayne and "Miss" Michelle start trading shots as Peter Vaughn and Cypher start duking it out as well. Referee Pliskin is trying to restore order by trying to get the unlegal team members back to their corners. Peter Vaughn clotheslines Cypher out of the ring and tumbles out with him, as Alix Mayne gets hit by Meteora by "Miss" Michelle! Alix rolls out of the ring as "Miss" Michelle leaves the ring as Pliskin orders. Inside of the ring Paul Freedom and Paul Montouri are down...

Arthur La Forge: This is getting personal up in here!

Mary DeSue: I almost forgot who were the legal wrestlers.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Arthur La Forge: This can’t end in a double count out!

Mary DeSue: Of course it can! Page hit him with the Halburton!

Five...

Paul Freedom slowly shows signs of life as he gets up and starts to crawl towards his corner, and likewise Paul Montouri starts to crawl to the ropes to pull himself up. We see his head is slightly busted open from the shot he took from the briefcase.

Six...

Paul Freedom reaches out to tag in Peter Vaughn, but quick thinking Paul Montouri grabs Vaughn's leg to pull him back to the center of the ring...Paul Freedom gets up and turns to face Paul Montouri...ENZIGURI FROM PAUL FREEDOM!!!...Montouri lands right at his corner. Blind tag in by "Miss" Michelle...Freedom tags in Peter Vaughn! And the two now legal opponents rush to the center of the ring and start trading rights and lefts like there is no tomorrow! The crowd is on their feet!

"LEVEL UP ROCKS!! LEVEL UP ROCKS!!"

Arthur La Forge: MOTHER BRAIN!! The furious fighters are frantically punching like they got a bout with Mike Tyson!

Mary DeSue: NERD!!!

Peter Vaughn and "Miss" Michelle keep trading blows while Paul Freedom rolls to the outside and Chase checks on him. The kid is out of it as Alix Mayne keeps staring down the action. Paul Montouri also rolls out of the ring and Cypher checks on him, reluctantly, as Paul is trying to keep the blood out of his eyes. Kick to the gut to Peter Vaughn from "Miss" Michelle...DDT! Michelle picks up Vaughn and drops his head into the center of the ring with a piledriver! She goes up top and hits a moonsault! She grabs Vaughn and hits "Splitting Headache"!! Cover...

One...

Two...

PETER VAUGHN PUTS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!!

Arthur La Forge: Vaughn’s in ring experience paid off there.

Mary DeSue: Yeah, but you gotta feel for Michelle here.

Cypher yells at "Miss" Michelle that she doesn't know what she's doing! And "Miss" Michelle starts yelling at her partner again as Peter Vaughn starts to roll over to his side of the ring. Paul Montouri tags in, causing "Miss" Michelle to still argue with Cypher as Paul Montouri runs over and curbs stomps Peter Vaughn! He picks up Vaughn and hits a Falcon Arrow!! He gets on top of Vaughn and starts beating the hell out of him over and over and over again! He drags Vaughn over to his corner and slaps the shit out of Cypher's chest! Cypher let's out a gasp as Montouri leaves Vaughn to Cypher and gets outside of the ring. Michelle looks at Montouri's forehead as he's still bleeding. Cypher picks up Vaughn and tosses him into the ropes...spinning heel kick. Pick up. Toss the ropes again...Dropkick. Pick up...Toss to the ropes again..."BOOM, HEADSHOT!" The superkick sending Vaughn down to the mat hard. Cypher yells at his partners to see how it's done as he puts his foot on Vaughn's chest...

One...

Vaughn grabs the foot and drop toe holds Cypher down to the mat...ANKLE LOCK!! Cypher screams out in pain as Vaughn let's go of the hold and leaps on top of the back of Cypher and "Insult to Injury"!!! After rubbing Cypher's face into the mat. Vaughn dives to his corner and tags in Alix Mayne! Cypher rushes and stops.

Arthur La Forge: Serves you right when you can’t keep your ego in check!

Mary DeSue: Hey! An ego is a fragile thing…those of us who are actually good at things have to nurture it…unlike you nerdling.

Alix Mayne and Cypher stare each other down...Cypher looks back to his corner and Paul Montouri and "Miss" Michelle tell him to show them how it's done. Cypher gulps and locks up with Alix Mayne...and Cypher gets judo thrown for his trouble getting the attention of everybody in the ring! Northern Lights Suplex by Mayne to Cypher! Followed by a Snap Suplex! Followed by a Bridging Cradle Suplex! Cover...

One...

Breakup by "Miss" Michelle!

Arthur La Forge: That backfired spectacularly for MMC.

Mary DeSue: Mickey Mouse Club?

Arthur La Forge: Michelle, Montouri, and Cypher.

Mary DeSue: I love that you gave her top billing.

Alix Mayne grabs Cypher who is trying to scurry away as "Miss" Michelle is yelled at by Pliskin to get back to her corner. Seeing an opportunity Vaughn rushes in and hits a "Revenged" on Cypher!!! Alix Mayne looks confused as Pliskin didn't see the move. Paul Freedom argues with Peter Vaughn in the corner that he shouldn't have done that and Vaughn puts his mouth over Paul's to keep him quiet! Alix Mayne looks down at Cypher whose out of it and tosses him into the corner of his team..."Miss" Michelle tags in as Paul Montouri claps his hands to cheer her on...and no one participates much to the anger of "The King".

Arthur La Forge: The fans are definitely not with Montouri here…

Mary DeSue: Haterz!

The two wrestlers circle each other. Each one not trying to guess a weakness or form a strategy. Both lock up. Knee to the gut by Mayne to Michelle! Kneeling DDT! Alix Mayne goes for an elbow drop, but Michelle rolls out of the way and spin kicks Alix Mayne in the face after she hits the mat. Both roll back and go forward with dropkicks, both barely missing, Michelle goes to the ropes and charges. Alix Mayne hits a monkey flip into mounted forearm strikes. Reversal and strikes by Michelle! Michelle gets up and waits. She stalks Alix Mayne looking to go for "Broken Dreams". Referee Pliskin checks on Alix Mayne whose back is now facing "Miss" Michelle. Alix moves as Vaughn charges into the ring and shoves Pliskin into the way of..."Broken Dreams"! Paul Freedom rushes into the ring and shoves Vaughn in a "what are you doing manner", but quickly Paul Montouri and Cypher, carrying his mirror, charge into the ring and the melee is going on. Page tosses the briefcase to Vaughn and Montouri ducks the shot from Vaughn! Paul Montouri jumps to the ropes...Springboard Diving Knee to the face of Peter Vaughn! "Boom! Headshot!" to Paul Freedom from Cypher! Alix Mayne gets hit with a headscissors by "Miss" Michelle! "Miss" Michelle and Paul Montouri picks up Alix Mayne. They yell at Cypher to hit her! Cypher hesitates for a moment...

Arthur La Forge: Is this a crisis of conscience?

Mary DeSue: Did a butterfly just fly in front of you?

Cypher rares back to hit the mirror as Peter Vaughn tackles "Miss" Michelle from behind shoving Paul Montouri and Alix Mayne out of the way...MIRROR SHOT TO MISS MICHELLE!!! Michelle grabs her face as the glass hits the mat. Paul Montouri turns and screams as he lunges for Peter Vaughn who rushes to the ropes. He pulls the top rope down and Paul Montouri goes flying over as Peter Vaughn smiles at the carnage he's caused. Cypher is dumbfounded. What did he just do??? He turns to see Alix Mayne rushing from the ropes..."Blueberry Slamcakes"!! Cypher rolls out of the ring...Paul Freedom gets up and sees the madness. He eyes Paul Montouri on the outside of the ring. Not realizing what's happened inside of the ring Paul Freedom heads up to the top turnbuckle and backflips off of it hitting a picture perfect moonsault on Paul Montouri! Alix Mayne stares down at "Miss" Michelle holding her face. She looks confused. Peter Vaughn shakes Referee Pliskin awake and tells Alix to "PIN HER!!". Alix covers...

One...

Two...

Three!!!

Mr. Rad: Here is your winners...The team of "Superstar" Peter Vaughn, Paul Freedom, and Alix Mayyynneee!!

Arthur La Forge: Well this odd teamup match was certainly exciting, but poor Michelle got the worst of it!

Mary DeSue: Her glorious face! Someone get the EMT’S!

Paul Freedom gets into the ring as Peter Vaughn holds up Alix Mayne's hand and celebrates. Paul Freedom looks down at "Miss" Michelle and makes the X motion with Referee Pliskin to get the EMT's out here. Cypher rolls to the outside of the ring, cussing at Vaughn, Mayne, and Freedom before he walks into Paul Montouri..."THE KINGS CROWN"!!! On the outside! Paul Montouri gets up as the EMT's make their way down. He gets to the side of "Miss" Michelle and pushes Paul Freedom and Referee Pliskin away...We see Vaughn has made his way up the ramp by this point as he salutes to Paul Montouri...

Arthur La Forge: Oh Vaughn’s back to his mind games already.

Mary DeSue: Dirty Mechanic…

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Buster Gloves vs. Donny Mason

The lights go out. An electric guitar plays before a single word appears on the Jumbotron. “BUSTER”. Then another guitar riff and the word ”GLOVES”. The lights return to the arena and Buster Gloves emerges from the tunnel. Guile’s theme song from Street Fighter II is being shredded on the guitar and Buster Gloves burst from the tunnel full of energy with the Wisdom Championship strapped around his waist.

Wearing a black hoodie reading the words 'WRESTLING IS FOREVER' on the back, Buster Gloves has a black training mask attached to his face. You can’t see many of his facial features, but it’s undoubtedly him. He wears those black leather gloves that he loves so much, with the letters W.I.F.E. on the left hand.

Mr Rad: Introducing first...from Vero Beach, Florida…weighing in at 245 pounds…he is the WISDOM CHAMPION…BUSTERRRRR GLOVES!!

Buster descends the ramp high fiving kids and posing for pictures with sign-holding fans. Buster works the crowd and they respond.

Buster climbs the ring apron to enter the ring. He removes his shirt and ascends the turnbuckle to play to the crowd one last time. The music fades as Buster removes his training mask and shakes hands with the referee. He motions for a microphone and a stage hand passes him one between the ropes.

Buster Gloves: There’s already been enough talk between Donny Mason and I. We’re gonna have a hell of a match here in a few minutes, but there’s just a few things we need to get out of the way first. The contract we signed for this match makes it a lum-ber-jack match. Four lumberjacks per wrestler to be exact. And the time has come to introduce who they are. So without further delay, let me introduce my first lumberjack.

Arthur LaForge: The world wants to know, what is the identity of the first lumberjack?

Mary DeSue: Or lumberjill. It’s current year Artie. Show a little gumption, will you?



Smile by Katy Perry kicks up over the speakers and a series of blue and purple pyro goes off as pictures of Emily Simms appears across the screen. Dressed in a blue and gray outfit she jumps out onto the stage to wave at the fans.

Mary DeSue: See? I was right Artie!

Arthur LaForge: Right indeed. How about that? Buster Gloves gave an open invitation to the lockerroom months ago. Emily Simms answered the call. And here she is again, stepping up to support the Bull of the North.

Mary DeSue: I thought they hated each other. She kicked him in the balls.

Arthur LaForge: Water under the bridge, apparently. I, for one, am happy to see this reunion.

Emily skips her way to the ring, climbs the ring steps, steps through the ropes and walks up to Buster Gloves. There’s a pregnant pause between them where they stare each other down. Then Emily gives a warm smile, which is returned by Buster. She grabs him by his face and plants a big wet kiss right on the lips.

Mary DeSue: Oh my gawd. What the f[bleep]?!

Arthur LaForge: Well that’s something unexpected. It appears that Emily Simms and Buster Gloves are more than just work friends.

Mary DeSue: I think I’m gonna be sick. Duncan Shepard is gonna be hella mad. I do not ship these two.

Buster Gloves: Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag. Before there’s a bunch of speculation, I’ll just come out with it. Yes, Emily and myself are a couple. And yes, this has been going on for a little while. And yes, I’m happy to have her here as one of the lumberjacks in the match.

The announcement is met with cheers from the audience.

Buster Gloves: Now, lumberjack number two. Recently, there’s been a huge influx of recruits joining the company. It’s taken a while to get to know them all, but I think I’ve found the best one of the bunch, and when I asked him to back me up in this match, he was excited to do it. He’s a future champion in this company, and I’m honored to have his back me up.



A silhouette can be seen slowly coming through the curtains as the one and only, Dane Preston, steps out onto the stage. Nodding his masked head to the beat of the music, he extends an arm in front of him, the other behind him as he struts down the ramp. A single spotlight shines down on the man as he slowly stalks his way to the ring, clad in a sleeveless leather duster.

Arthur LaForge: It’s Dane Preston! Or maybe it’s Fix. A two for one deal for this lumberjack.

Mary DeSue: I have no idea, but this is one beautiful man. I’d ride all of his split personalities like a rented bike.

Arthur LaForge: Careful there Mary. He’s a married man.

Mary DeSue: Never stopped me before.

After scaling the ring steps, Preston slowly snaps his head from side to side before climbing into the ring and shrugging off his duster. He makes his way to his Buster Gloves, who offers an open hand. More applause from the crowd.

Buster Gloves: Up next is someone that the Level Up Galaxy knows well. A man who was the blueprint for success when I started here. Someone that I admire and emulate. I don’t want to spoil the surprise, so if you don’t mind giving your attention to the ‘tron. There’s someone who’s ready to come back to Level Up to mix it up again.



The horns blow once more and fade into the horns of 'You Wish' by Skepta. Two spotlights circle the entrance area, and a moment later Sidroy Covington IIII emerges with a smile, spreading his arms wide to present himself fully to the onlookers. He basks in his own glory for a moment before bowing, removing his embroidered towel as he does. He then slings it back of his neck, and makes his way to the ring rolling his wrists and occasionally waving to the crowd who has gives him a warm welcome back.

Mary DeSue: Siddy’s back! My tits are so jacked for this Artie!

Arthur LaForge: Indeed. This is quite possibly the biggest return to Level Up that we’ve ever seen.

Mary DeSue: And he’s back for… the Dad-Bro of the North. Barf. What the crap?

Arthur LaForge: There’s definitely a story to be told here. A story that I can’t wait to get to the bottom of.

Mary DeSue: And there’s still one more lumberjack. Who else did Buster hire for the match? How can you top Siddy coming back. Jesus in a singlet?

He walks up the steps and holding the ropes as he wipes his feet before leaping over the top rope and marching towards Buster Gloves. He stops in front of him and Buster extends a hand in friendship. Looks him up and down, gives his mustache a twist, asks the crowd for their take on the alliance. Then they shake hands enthusiastically with smiles on their faces.

Arthur LaForge: It’s official! The alliance between Buster Gloves and the Everfortunate Sidroy Covington is real!

Mary DeSue: My world is a lie.

Arthur LaForge: Well, you might want to sit down then, because I have a feeling it about to get better.

Mary DeSue: I’m already sitting down!

Buster Gloves: You must all be wondering who could possibly be a bigger deal than the greatest Wisdom Champion in the history of the company. The answer is, nobody. Siddy is the best of us. It’s about time he’s come back home to show us the way. Friend or foe, it’s good to see that glorious mustache again.

Approval from the crowd.

Buster Gloves: So lumberjack number four. It’s someone you know. A fan favorite. One of the people that helped me get where I am today in Level Up. The federation hasn’t been the same since they left. And deep down, we knew they couldn’t stay away forever. I made them a modest proposal, and they accepted.

Mary DeSue: No… He’d better not say the words.

Arthur LaForge: Could it be?

Buster Gloves: The former Final Boss Champion…

Mary DeSue: NO! THIS ISN”T HAPPENING! WE GOT RID OF HIM!

Buster Gloves: The undeniable one…

Arthur LaForge: He’s back, he’s back, he’s back!

Buster Gloves: Ladies and gentlemen… Bert… McAlroy.



As "True Survivor" blares forth, Bert McAlroy comes charging out to the stage, dressed in jeans and a hoodie! He bounces from one foot to the other, arms raised in the air. The crowd is going absolutely insane in the membrane (insert final Vince McMahon meme panel here). He makes his way down to the ring, slapping outstretched hands. He rolls in under the bottom rope, and greets the four wrestlers in the ring with fist bumps until he gets to Buster. There’s only a second before Bert gives him a friendly hug in the middle of the ring.

Mary DeSue: I can’t. I can’t even Artie…

Arthur LaForge: Oh come on Mary. This is one of the greatest reunions in the history of pro-wrestling! What a feel-good moment.

Mary DeSue: I’m so mad right now. I’m literally shaking. I hope Donny Mason comes to the ring with four grizzly bears and eats them all.

Arthur LaForge: It’s going to be hard to top that team presented by the current Wisdom Champ.

“Hells Bells” by AC/DC hits the PA system and after the introbells stop tolling, Donny Mason walks through the curtain, looking around him with a smile on his face. With a microphone in hand, he plays to the audience on one side of the stage, then works his way to the other. Buster and his lumber squad just witness Donny from the ring. Donny signals to cut the music while still standing on stage.

Arthur LaForge: Here we go. It’s time for the second team. Do we know who to expect here?

Mary DeSue: I’m not even sure I want to live in this world anymore.

Arthur LaForge: Oh come on Mary, nobody wants a lapdance when the stripper is crying.

Mary DeSue: Da f[bleep] did you say Artie?!

Arthur LaForge: Shhh… I don’t want to miss this.

Donny Mason: Tough act to follow. Buster you really went to the well here. I’m impressed. Let’s see who you brought out. Let’s see, you have Duncan Shepard’s girlfriend, who took the fall for you if memory serves so… not a strong start. Didn’t expect to witness the start of a love triangle though but… ehh… anyway. Second you got… who? Sorry, Dane. not personal. Just… so many folks joined at the same time you guys kinda just blend together. Then there is Siddy and… boy, the irony. The man who held an iron grip on the Wisdom title for almost a year… is now watching it change hands as a lackey. and then… Et Tu Bert? Of all people, you. I thought we were family. Remember that time we went to save Nao’s ass? You were like a brother. And now this. I don’t even know you anymore.

Donny takes a breather.

Donny Mason: Half of these guys just got off the couch and the other half can hide their own easter eggs. I’ll let you decide who is who.

Boos from the crowd.

Mary DeSue: I like Donny Mason. He makes me happy.

Arthur LaForge: Really? You don't think those comments were uncalled for?

Mary DeSue: A whole lot more thiccness is what is called for. Stop talking and let Pretty Thicci preach.

Donny Mason: My turn. I mean, you guys already know who I brought with me. I gave them all a proper old introduction in my promo. The 4 people I have the most faith in the world in. My compatriots. My friends. My Lumberjacks. Chris Page. Mac Bane. Kat Jones. And the prettiest and most deadly woman in the building. Shay.

As Donny introes his Lumberjacks, they file out from behind the curtain to a mixed reaction from the crowd, Shay attracting the most attention as she is the great unknown to the Levelup crowd.

Arthur LaForge: Chris Page, Mac Bane, Kat Jones, and Shay! I’d say the sides are stacked pretty even for this!

Mary DeSue: I don’t care about fair I just want Bert back in INTENSIVE F[BLEEPING] CARE!!!

With all the lumberjacks and jills in place, it’s time for action! Buster hands his belt over to Ref Crash who raises it in the air, then hands it to the timekeeper. The bell rings and Buster and Donny circle one another. Mason makes the first move, trying to pounce on Buster, but he moves out of the way with quick feet. Donny tries again, and again Buster eludes him. Growing restless, Donny effectively corners Buster…and the Bull of the North tries to scramble in between Donny’s legs, only to be caught by his massive right arm! Mason has Buster by the scruff of the neck and flings him into the corner. Donny lights up Buster’s chest with a brutal open-handed chop, and his lumberjacks roar in approval!

Arthur La Forge: Tit for tat…

Mary DeSue: MORE LIKE THICC FOR GNAT! Get it, cause Buster is being a pest.


Donny lands another chop on Buster, who is now gasping for air. He whips Buster to the opposite corner and charges in after him, but Buster moves out of the way at the last minute and Mason collides shoulder first with the steel post! Sensing an opening, Buster targets Mason’s right shoulder with an elbow strike! He continues to maintain control of Donny’s arm, then twists it behind the big man, applying a hammerlock. Donny tries to free himself but Buster delivers a swift kick to the back of Donny’s right leg, dropping him down to one knee. He kicks at Donny’s other leg, dropping him down to his knees. With a commanding grip on Donny’s arm, Buster lands some more shots to his right shoulder as Emily and co cheer him on.

Arthur La Forge: So far this match just seems to be about getting some decisive hits in. Maybe the match will stay in the ring and none of these lumberfolk will be needed.

Mary DeSue: You’re adorable when you think the world just works out nicely eh?

Donny roars in pain, clutching at his shoulder, but is able to escape by using his strength to send Buster over the top of him with a snapmare. Buster quickly bounces up to his feet and runs in to land an axe-handle on the targeted right shoulder of Donny, but the big man spins and clocks him with a spinning backfist! The acrobatic move stuns Buster, who staggers back to the ropes. Mason charges after him, and clotheslines him over the top rope, and right into his group of lumberjacks! Donny tries to shake some feeling back into his shoulder as Shay, Chris, Mac and Kat all stomp a mudhole in Buster!

Arthur La Forge: AND TEAM MASON JUST JARRED BUSTER!

Mary DeSue:...A mason jar joke? REALLY!!!

All of Buster’s lumberjacks sans Bert threaten to break it up but the refs on the outside maintain some separation. Bert just watches on knowingly, not particularly phased by this turn of events. Mac and Chris haul Buster up and roll him under the bottom rope. Donny takes the delivery with gratitude, and leans his knee down into Buster’s midsection. Donny grabs the ropes and begins choking out Buster with his knee, as Ref Crash administers the count. As the count reaches four Dane Preston hops on the apron, yelling at Mason to break the hold. Donny smirks, standing up and lifting his knee off of Buster…only to DRIVE HIS BOOT RIGHT INTO HIS STERNUM! Buster rolls away, gasping for air, and Dane is ropeable! He and Donny start exchanging some words, and soon are jawing head to head!

Arthur La Forge: Donny needs to focus on one fight at a time!

Mary DeSue: Dane don’t want no “Son of Thiccness”!

The two are still arguing when Buster bounces off the ropes and lands a running dropkick from the side, right into Donny’s hurt shoulder! Donny grabs at his sore joint, only for Buster to follow up with a standing kick right to the shoulder again! He finishes the combination with an uppercut to the jaw followed by a swinging neckbreaker. Cover by Buster.

ONE!

Donny shoves Buster off.

Arthur La Forge: Buster is gonna have to do more work on that shoulder to keep Donny down. With this title on the line Donny’s not gonna stop unless he literally can’t move.

Mary DeSue: Come on THICCBOY!!! Show them what you’re made of!

Buster mounts Donny and starts throwing some swift right and lefts into Donny’s face. In an effort to block the barrage Donny grabs Buster around the neck! He headbutts Buster, then slowly starts to make it to his feet. He then tries to lift Buster up for some kind of double-handed chokeslam attempt but his shoulder can’t handle the load! Donny winces and lets go of Buster, who capitalizes with sparta kick to Donny’s chest! Buster then pulls Donny into a muay thai clinch and starts blasting him with some brutal knee strikes - THE RICHMOND KNEE PARTY! Buster hooks Donny’s head and plants him with a DDT! Hook of the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Donny kicks out, and Shay breathes a sigh of relief.

Arthur La Forge: That was to close for comfort!

Mary DeSue: And to close for my blood pressure! COME ON DONNY!

Buster looks to keep Donny grounded as he transitions into a sitting armbar, again putting pressure on Mason’s shoulder. Shay is up on the apron now, clapping her hands together to try and rouse the big man! The crowd clap along with her, and Buster shakes his head, but the momentum in the arena is building for the challenger. He slowly but surely begins to fight up and out of the armbar. Buster nails a few good shots to the shoulder, but it doesn’t stop Donny from charging him forward across the ring, right into the corner. Donny breaks out of the hold, and delivers some knee strikes of his own to Buster. He then lifts Buster up and perches him on the top rope. He heads up there as anticipation builds in his lumberjacks…HE FLIPS OFF THE TOP ROPE, DRIVING BUSTER INTO THE MAT WITH A MOONSAULT FALLAWAY SLAM - SICK FLIP! Mason covers.

ONE!


TWO!

Buster kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: We almost had a new Wisdom Champion!

Mary DeSue: Damn it Buster! Didn’t Simms teach you to go down and stay down!

Arthur La Forge:...MARY!

Mary DeSue: DON’T MARY ME!!! THICCNESS NEEDS A TITLE!!

The impact wasn’t just bad for Buster, after the near fall Donny rolls away grabbing his shoulder again. He shakes it, trying to get some feeling back into the limb, but there’s no rest for the wicked…his lumberjacks are chanting something…

YEET!

YEET!

YEET!

Arthur La Forge: Oh…I don’t like this…

Mary DeSue: AHHH GO YEET YEET THICC F[BLEEP]ERRRR!!! AHHH GO YEET YEET THICC F[BLEEP]ERRRR!!! GAWD DAMN!

Arthur La Forge: I hate this even more…

This is countered by Simms and Sidroy, who are yelling for NO YEETS! But does Donny look like a man who wouldn’t YEET when presented the opportunity?? HELL NO! He grabs Buster and heaves him up for a YEET…BUT HIS SHOULDER AGAIN STOPS HIM! Donny can’t use his right shoulder in the YEETing motion, so what does he do? HE YEETS BUSTER ONE HANDED, WITH HIS LEFT HAND! Buster is flung over the top rope and in the direction of his lumberjacks…BUT HE SAILS OVER THEM AND LANDS IN THE LEVEL UP CROWD!

Arthur La Forge: THIS IS NOT A CONCERT!!

Mary DeSue: HANG TEN BIG GLOVEUNA!!!!

Buster crashes into a couple of fans, who look likely to take legal action once this PPV is over! Donny laughs at how far he managed to YEET the champion, as Buster’s lumberjacks head over to the crowd barrier in concern. Suddenly they see him being lifted up by the crowd! BUSTER’S BEING CROWDSURFED BACK TO THEM!

Arthur La Forge: And then fans love their Wisdom Champion!

Mary DeSue: …Kiss a[bleep]es!

Kinda like Peter Parker after the Spider-Man 2 train scene, Buster’s motionless body floats on a sea of hands back towards the lumberjacks. Simms grabs her man and helps him up, bringing him back to life. The lumberjacks rally around Buster, helping him recover. Re-energised by the support of his pals, Buster hops up onto the apron and climbs through the middle rope, where Donny is waiting for him, smirking in the corner. Suddenly Donny bursts out of the corner, looking for the DAMBUSTER BOOT! NO! Buster dodges out of the way…he runs to the ropes, bounces off and CONNECTS WITH A DAMBUSTER BOOT OF HIS OWN! The claymore kick fells the giant and Buster covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!!

Donny kicks out at the last moment and Shay nearly faints!

Arthur La Forge: Buster barely got out of it that time!

Mary DeSue: I’ll give you a klondike bar if you drop him!

Buster, with a sudden surge of energy driven by the fans and his supportive girlfriend, grabs Donny around the waist and heaves him into a German suplex! He keeps his arms locked around the challenger’s waist, and plants him with a second! AND A THIRD - THE BULL’S EYE! Donny lands on his head but bounces right up, and Buster connects with a FALCON PUNCH - THE HEARTBREAKER! The heart punch sets up Buster for THE SOUL CRUSHER! NO!! Donny manages to slip out of Buster’s grasp! Buster spins around and Donny lands a FALCON PUNCH of his own! DONNY LOCKS IN THE SOUL CRUSHER ON BUSTER!

Arthur La Forge: SOUL CRUSHER!!!

Mary DeSue: CHOKE HIM OU!!!

Buster flails around in the choke-hold of the bigger man, as Donny SQUEEZES his head and neck tight! Donny can’t quite get the best grip on Buster as he would like due to his damaged shoulder, but his arms are so thicc it’s unlikely Buster is going to escape easily. Buster tracks back towards the ropes but Donny pulls him back, leaving him just out of reach. Buster drops to his knees and Donny continues to squeeze him tightly with an intense look on his face. Just as Ref Crash leans in to check if Buster is still conscious, he realizes Buster’s foot is on the ropes! Simms SUSPICIOUSLY quickly backs away from the ring, but the ref didn’t see her put it there! He forces Donny to break the hold as Kat, Shay, Mac and Chris all yell at him about Simms’ actions.

Arthur La Forge: Hey come on!

Mary DeSue: We’re supposed to…I mean…BOOO!! Rule breaking! Wake up ref…

Donny picks up on what his lumberjacks are saying and starts getting into Ref Crash’s face about it. Crash appears worried he’s about to get yeeted, and Donny is looking closer and closer to snapping. In the meantime Simms hops onto the apron and looks to rouse Buster, who is almost sapped of energy after that submission hold. She leans over and plants a kiss on his lips, which seems to rouse the Bull!

Arthur La Forge: …I guess he’s been…A Roused…

Mary DeSue: This is no time for a stiff joke…

Donny finally turns back to Buster and shouts at Simms to back off, and she scampers away. Mason leans down to grab Buster and the Bull stuns him with THE LEVEL UPPERCUT! The sudden shoryuken comes out of nowhere, and Donny is completely blindsided. With a burst of strength, Buster grabs Mason and heaves him up onto a torture rack! He’s only able to keep the giant up for a moment but that’s all he needs to deliver a BURNING HAMMER - THE OBLITERATOR!! Buster collapses onto Donny in a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

DING DING DING!!

Mr Rad: Here is your winner…ANNNND STILLL WISDOM CHAMPION, BUSTERRRR GLOVES!!

Arthur La Forge: And Buster Gloves retains!

Mary DeSue:...THICCNESS…WAS…ROBBED!!!

Buster’s lumberjacks - Emily Simms, Sidroy Covington, Dane Preston and Bert McAlroy celebrate as Buster slumps to the mat in exhaustion after a physical battle. Buster slowly gets to his feet and Ref Crash presents him with the Wisdom Championship. He raises it into the air as the ref raises his arm, and is almost immediately joined by Simms who hugs him!

Arthur La Forge: And a happy ending for the…

Mary DeSue: This match sucked! I get the return of Sidroy to get my hopes up. And now that…that…THING IS BACK!

As Donny is led back up the ramp by his lumberjacks, Sidroy Covington approaches Buster. He extends his hand, which Buster takes. The former longest reigning champion and the champ of the future shake hands, and Sidroy then raises Buster’s hand in the air along with his fellow lumberjacks!

Arthur La Forge: Champions getting along is quite nice.

Mary DeSue: Where’s that extra barf bag from the plane!

—

Demi Stratford vs. Dollface

Mr. Rad: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…Introducing first…from Nowhere…She is “Dollface” Sarah Wolf!!

"When I Am Queen" by Jack Off Jill starts to play as a creepy black ichor covers the RADTron during the blackout. A single purple spotlight cuts on as "Dollface" Sarah Wolf enters the arena. The spotlight goes out and cuts back on with "Dollface" being right at the bottom of the ring ramp. Another flash. She's inside of the ring licking her lips and smiling as she tilts her head to the side.

Arthur La Forge: Nothing against Sarah Wolf…but she scares the shit out of me.

Mary DeSue: I’m sure that’s what she likes Artie…

Mr. Rad: And her opponent…also hailing from…Nowhere…Popular place it seems…Accompanied by Stephen Stratford…Demi Stratford!



The lights in the arena cut abruptly, plunging the fans into darkness with startled gasps floating on the air. The crowd falls into silence only a dull murmur of voices penetrating the uncomfortable darkness until slowly a single dim beam of light penetrates the blackness to shine weakly on the stage. A fine mist begins to form quickly building into rolling clouds falling down the ramp towards the ring, with the stage behind almost completely enveloped. Music begins to thrum through the PA system, a ghastly soundtrack to that hopeless dark and suffocating mist.




The dim light lighting the stage suddenly flashes out as the music plays on, an altar of melted candles flashes on to the tron screens. As quickly as it went the light returned, this time two figures stood illuminated in the glow, almost entirely hidden by the creeping mist.



The light grows brighter and brighter, almost blindingly revealing Demi Stratford with Stephen Stratford at her side, both surrounded by the stifling mist. Her head is down, dark hair falling in waves down her back, as the music punches up she lifts her head to stare ahead towards the ring revealing eyes surrounded by a deep black smoky eye edged with thick lashes. Her face is void of color with the exception of the harsh slash of red lipstick covering her lips. Her body is enveloped in a black latex catsuit with lace detailing going across the thighs and stomach at an angle like some sort of deranged candy cane. The smooth paleness of her décolletage is framed by the subtle V-neck of the halter top that fastens behind her neck, underneath thick black hair. The two glance at one another, maintaining eye contact for a moment before they clasp hands.



The couple begins to descend through the mist down the ramp and towards the ring. Demi’s eyes slowly scan the arena as she walks, the vaguely threatening sway of her hips is juxtaposed against the pulsating music.



Stephen keeps hold of his wife’s hand assisting her up the ring steps before following behind. Demi walks along the apron like a stray cat along the fence top, eyes averted to the floor, one hand absentmindedly trailing along the top rope behind her as Stephen opens the ropes for her to enter the ring. She pauses in the center, one hand resting gentle on the top rope, the other laying relaxed against her thigh. Her head scans the room slowly, face showing nothing, from left to right and back to center again. A small smirk tugs at the corners of her lips before she slowly bends to swing her leg over the center rope and enter the ring, the two standing center under a lone spotlight in the darkness.

Arthur La Forge: Demi Stratford is just as manipulative as her husband, if not more so. The mind games should be on display in this match.

Mary DeSue: That’s the least scary thing about this match.

Once Demi Stratford enters the ring Dollface immediately goes on the offensive, hitting her from behind with a heavy elbow that sends Demi stumbling forward into the ropes. The referee, Crash, steps in to cut Dollface off from continuing her assault, however, sending her to a neutral corner as the crowd boos the cheap shot. Demi quickly regained her composure, shoving Crash out of the ring and moving to bring the action to Dollface, peppering her with right hands and forcing Wolf into the corner. Crash, realizing there was no way the two combatants would be forced apart, instead calls for bell to start the action in earnest.

Arthur La Forge: And we’re off to the…JEEZ!

Mary DeSue: Oh this is gonna be a mess!

Forced into the corner, Wolf cut off Stratford’s assault with a rake of the eyes before driving a knee into Demi’s midsection, doubling the woman over in pain. Pressing the advantage, Dollface grabs a handful of Demi’s hair, using it as leverage to drive her face-first into the top turnbuckle. The force of the blow bounced Demi backwards, and Wolf capitalized by wrapping an arm around Stratford’s head and dropping her with a reverse DDT! As they both dropped to the mat, Dollface kept her arm wrapped around Demi’s head, trying to lock in a reverse face lock in order to squeeze the life out of the woman.

Arthur La Forge: She’s trying to choke Demi out!

Mary DeSue: I guess she subscribes to the Wayne Brady school of wrestling.

In a demonstration of her veteran know-how, Demi calmly used a similar tactic to one Dollface had taken advantage of earlier, reaching up and delivering a thumb right to her eye. Wolf releases the hold as the pain offers a momentary distraction, with the referee admonishing Demi for her efforts. Stratford could care less, and the woman scrambled to her feet to press the opening, grabbing Dollface and drilling her with a snap DDT before going for the first cover of the match:

One…

Two…Kickout!

Undaunted, Demi pulls Dollface to her feet, whipping her into the ropes and dropping the woman with a spear! Stratford then rolls Dollface onto her stomach, moving above her prone opponent and attempting to grab Wolf under the chin to apply a camel clutch. Wolf has enough wherewithal to go for Demi’s ankle, however, disrupting Demi’s balance and allowing her to free herself from the other woman’s clutches. Both women get to their feet, staring eye to eye as each takes a moment to recollect themselves.

Arthur La Forge: These two look to be evenly matched, but looks can be deceiving.

Mary DeSue: I’ll say...Everyone so damn hot in this match! Except you and Crash dear.

Dollface resumes being the aggressor, charging forward and locking up with Demi briefly before she delivers a knee to the gut. That causes Stratford to release her grip and freeing up Wolf to deliver a knife-edge chop across Demi’s chest. Dollface grins as Demi let out a yelp in pain, which egged her on into delivering another before reaching down to grab Demi’s wrist and pulling her into a short arm lariat! With Stratford dropped, Wolf moves to the corner, reaching under the top turnbuckle to begin untying the padding while Crash is distracted by checking on Demi.

Arthur La Forge: Behind you Crash!

Mary DeSue: I wonder if that’s ever caused him to have an accident?

Unfortunately for Dollface, Demi regains her composure before she can finish, popping back to her feet and charging the corner, clubbing Dollface from behind and driving her sternum-first into the turnbuckle she was working on. Stratford turns Wolf to face her, delivering a chop of her own across Wolf’s chest before peppering her with rights. Dollface is rocked by the assault, and Demi climbs onto the ropes to push her advantage, stepping to the middle ropes and driving her fist downwards to bounce it off of Wolf’s skull.

Arthur La Forge: When in doubt…punch to the back of the head?

Mary DeSue: I mean a suckerpunch can make nice brain candy!

After several punches Demi changes things up, instead dropping an elbow against Dollface’s head. Dollface appears to be rocked, and that draws an arrogant smile from Demi… which is quickly wiped away as Wolf shifts, dropping down and wrapping her arms around Demi’s legs. She then pushes upwards, putting Stratford onto her shoulders as she drives her body forward to send Demi crashing to the mat with a power bomb! Wolf moves to hook the leg for a pin attempt:

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Arthur La Forge: Demi just barely got the kick out there!

Mary DeSue: To close for comfort. To many beautiful people in one ring. This might make up for what happend to Donny earlier.

Dollface flashes an irritated look towards Crash, yelling that the count was slow before grabbing Demi by the hair and dragging her upright and pulling her back to the corner, slamming her face-first into the top turnbuckle by the hair. Ignoring the ref’s admonishments, Dollface finishes pulling away the padding, grabbing Demi and pressing her back against the turnbuckles to hide the evidence from him. When she goes to press the advantage Demi drives an elbow into her ribs, knocking Wolf back enough that Stratford is able to get the space necessary to properly move, scrambling up the ropes and delivering a blockbuster! She then quickly moved to attempt to pin:

One…

Two…

No, Dollface gets the shoulder up!

Arthur La Forge: Now it’s Demi’s turn to be frustrated.

Mary DeSue: Join the club honey.

Demi looks nonplussed with that, standing up and delivering a trio of stomps onto Wolf before moving to grab her legs. After crossing them, Demi attempts to roll Dollface over in order to lock in the Wight Spider in an attempt to get the submission victory. Wolf once more goes after Demi’s hair, grabbing a handful and using the leverage to roll Stratford up!

One…

Two…

Kickout! Both women quickly get to their feet, with Demi getting the better of their exchange of punches thanks to cutting Wolf off with a knee. That doubled Dollface over and made her susceptible to Demi’s follow-up of a double knee facebreaker!

Arthur La Forge: Double Knee Facebreaker! That’s was a great move!

Mary DeSue: Yeah…Moves…You got any water under here Artie.

Stratford took the opportunity to catch her breath, pushing herself back to her feet after a few moments to press her advantage by nailing Wolf with a knee drop. After delivering another stomp for good measure Stratford steps back, yelling at Dollface to stand up and come at her. After a moment Wolf obliges, charging at Demi. Demi attempted to nail her with a roundhouse kick, but Wolf ducked under it, bouncing off of the ropes and drilling Stratford with a clothesline. Demi bounces back up, only to eat another clothesline before Dollface climbs over her to “doll up” Demi with a series of punches from a prone position.

Arthur La Forge: …Oh! I get what you meant about frustrated just now.

Mary DeSue: Em hm…water?

Arthur La Forge: Please.

The referee pulls Wolf away after five seconds, telling the woman that if she doesn’t let up the match will get thrown out. Begrudgingly Wolf agrees, grabbing Demi and lifting her back to her feet. Wolf attempts to whip Demi into the corner, but Demi reverses, with Wolf yelling out in pain as her back bounces off of the exposed turnbuckle! Stratford lunges forward to keep out the assault, but a quick side step by Dollface has the woman eating turnbuckle as well! Dollface then lifts Demi up and delivers a snake eyes, bouncing Stratford’s face off of the exposed steel!

Arthur La Forge: Snake Eyes!

Mary DeSue: Mary needs a new pair of headphones! Come on Seven!

Demi looks completely out of it as she falls backwards from the corner, with Dollface moving to give her the Exor-kissed, black liquid dripping down from her mouth afterwards as she licks her fingers before applying the Black Hand! With Demi unmoving thanks to her head smacking against the turnbuckle the referee has no choice but to call for the bell.

Mr. Rad: Here is your winner…”Dollface” Sarah Wolf!!

Stephen gets into the ring as Demi waves him off. She walks over to Stephen and gets something from him. She walks over to “Dollface” and hands her a key and a piece of paper. Demi winks at her and walks away as “Dollface” glares at her and Stephen as they exit the ring.

Arthur La Forge: Oh I don’t think we’ve seen the end of this!

Mary DeSue: We might warn Twitch next time.

—

Backstage at Super Adventure Island, there is a lot of movement as the Level Up staff is moving mountains as usual to make sure the show goes on smoothly. A backstage camera picks up a staffer helping guide a forklift down the hallway, as it carries a pallet with piles of tiki torches and pikes. As the forklift rounds a hallway, a doorway opens and the Level Up Power Champion, Larry Tact is nearly struck by the raised guard rail and extensions of the forklift. Larry sidesteps several feet away from the machine and shoots daggers at the guy directing. He promptly stomps up to him.

Larry Tact: You! What in the hell are you trying to do here?! Bad enough Mac Bane shows up and leaves before I can get at him but you…

Staffer: I’m sorry, sir! I’m just trying to get this forklift around–

Larry Tact: Do you have any idea what you nearly… what’s your name, you ungrateful grunt?

The guy flinches as Larry looks down at the stitched on name to his jumpsuit.

Larry Tact: … Well, isn’t that ironic? Look, Robert. You could have just ruined this entire damn show, do you know that? Do you know who the hell I am?

Flinching again, Robert quickly nods.

Robert: Of course, you’re Larry Tact. Look, I get it, I—

Larry puts a hand up to stop Robert’s next words.

Larry Tact: No, Robert. You'll'get it' when i say so. Do you know what this is?

He points to his waist, where the Power Championship is secured.

Robert: It’s the Power title. I honestly didn’t even kn—

Larry Tact: I’m sure there’s plenty you’re utterly ignorant to, Robert. There’s not enough time to get into it all. This is the preeminent title in Level Up. Do you know why?

Robert: I mean, technically I thought the Final Boss title was—

Larry Tact: WRONG! It figures you think like the common people watching at home, or who decided they would spend their yearly savings on making the trip here, to witness me: The longest reigning Power Champion of all time! Is Duncan Shepard the longest reigning Final Boss of all time?

Robert: No, he isn’t.

Larry abruptly gets in Robert’s face, causing him to hold his hands up in an instinctual plea.

Larry Tact: No, SIR.

Robert: N-no sir he isn’t the longest reigning Final Boss!

Larry Tact: For that matter, who has the longest current title reigns of any champion in Level Up?

Robert: You, sir, you do!

Larry Tact: WRONG! It’s a tie between myself, and Mister E.A. Blizzard. The Game Changers have the longest title reigns.

Robert: Yes, s-sir!

Larry suddenly grabs the jumpsuit of Robert and pivots to hold him against the concrete wall.

Larry Tact: Before we’re done here, I want you to understand, Robert. Understand you could have RUINED the Power title match?! The match that not one person is wanting to miss?! Whether it be the tactful reason of seeing me dominate, or the foolhardy reason of seeing if Kat Jones can do what nobody has or will, and dethrone Level Up’s most dominant champion?

Larry is slinging spit at Robert’s face as he practically growls in anger at the poor staffer.

Larry Tact: You nearly had me injured! It’s no wonder your name is–

Off Camera: You gonna hit him in the dick and say you beat him up, yo?

The raspy familiar tenor drew the camera to focus on none other than the Robert that Lawrence was really mad at. He made no move to intervene, electing instead to keep stirring his coffee. Larry’s ears burned at the sound of this unexpected interloper. He paused his tirade, not moving but simply staring at the Robert pinned to the wall, while no longer really looking at him.

Bert McAlroy: C'mon Larry. You won. Kinda. No need to be a bully now.

His lips curling down into a frown, Larry holds his stance, unmoving, but we understand his attention has been drawn elsewhere.

Larry Tact: Do you really think it’s wise to jump into the deep end on your first night back? I’m hardly the one you want to be testing, especially tonight, Robert.

Bert took an obnoxiously loud sip of the coffee, making a face at the bitterness before shrugging and returning his attention to Larry.

Bert McAlroy: Probably. But I've never been great at self preservation. So c'mon, let the guy go. Let's get the numbers up and give the official YouTube a clip to clickbait around.

Reluctantly, Larry tosses the staff Robert to the side, causing him to stumble to his hands and knees.

Larry Tact: Shouldn’t you be making sure that forklift isn’t being seized by the wWo? Scram, grunt.

Staff Robert is all too willing to do so, running down the hallway as Larry turns and steps up to his longtime rival. For some reason, Tact looks from one side of his head to the other, then shrugs.

Larry Tact: Here I thought you’d have wanted the neck scar, but I guess you’ve got to look somewhat less freakish, with your future sounding like it’s not going to be all about yourself anymore. I’m sure you’ll still find a way to center everyone around little Robert. After all, isn’t this your big journey to reclaim the swell on your ego? From what I’m seeing, you’ve got a long road ahead of you, stack of dimes.

Larry gives a derisive chuckle, staring down with no sympathy whatsoever for the former Final Boss Champion. Bert stands his ground, staring up at the more physically imposing man before him.

Bert McAlroy: You're right Larry. Right as rain, yo. I'm on a journey again and yeah, it's kinda selfish…but hey, at least I'm not…I dunno..

He took another sip of the coffee, swishing before swallowing like it was paid for. Larry is already sneering, but trying to tamp it down as he watches this.

Bert McAlroy: Still exactly where I was. With the same silver medal. Hey, what's it like seeing the muscle you inherited from Wilcox rise while you've plateaued anyway? I've never done the….egocentric leader thing.

Half scoffing, half stewing, Tact stops his first impulse and settles on shaking his head.

Larry Tact: Robert, I’d take that as an insult except you clearly *don’t* know. You couldn’t be bothered to take five minutes to talk up anyone here in a genuine way, much less form a team. You hit the jackpot finding someone who loves to follow your nonsense, and you hit the jackpot again by your body lasting long enough to win the Final Boss title. Don’t think that kind of luck lasts, pal.

Larry rubs his nose and then flicks whatever was on it in Robert’s general direction.

Larry Tact: You still managed to throw the title away and taking the reputability of the Final Boss with you. Joey Crash didn’t do it any favors, but he at least drove you away long enough to allow The Game Changers to start doing our heavy lifting for each and every wrestler here. As for plateauing?

His frown slowly turns to a smirk as Tact laughs in McAlroy’s face.

Larry Tact: Not only have I done something you couldn’t dream of, and actually invested in the Power division to raise beside my own rank, rather than abandoning it like another one of your weed dealers. I’ve made my title the most hotly contested in this entire company. Trent has Duncan defending against multiple opponents to try and draw interest! Meanwhile, my match only requires one opponent to steal the show. Like I said, you’ve been gone awhile, Robert. Get your bull[bleep] up to speed.

Tact unfastens the Power title from around his waist, holding it up for Bert to see up close.

Larry Tact: Whether it’s at Triforce Heroes or not, the longest reigning Power Champion can call his shot at the Final Boss. But The Developer, Trent, whatever… I want him to BEG ME FOR IT! If ISAAC is summarily ganged up on or Duncan gets lucky and his reign isn’t plummeted to a timely end tonight, then I want Trent to beg me to end the boring mediocrity that is the current state of the Final Boss. You’ll just be another witness. But I expect the Game Changers will celebrate all night long, tonight, including for ISAAC’s title win. We make stars, and that’s only going to make me stronger, too, you simpleton.

Robert looks down at what was flicked at him, focusing more on how it sticks to his jacket. Wordlessly, Bert steps closer, butting his chest into Larry's abdomen and staring up at him. The tension is palpable as Robert speaks up.

Bert McAlroy: Yeah..that all happened, didn't it? But something is gonna happen tonight, and I promise it'll be fatal to you and your band of rejects..

Slowly, Bert raises the coffee and pours it on Larry's pristine white boots before shoving past him, heading out of frame. Larry looks down at the boots of his customized white ring gear, stunned at the audacity. His frame then begin visibly shaking as he takes deep breaths, all the while balling his hands into fists and watching Robert leave. Finally, he forgets about containment.

Larry Tact: You blithering idiot! This is custom-made Italian leather!!

—

Jason Ryan vs. Amber Payne

Mr. Rad: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...making his way to the ring first...From Great Falls, Montana. Standing Six Foot Four Inches tall and weighing in at Two Hundred and Forty Five Pounds...He is "The Dreamkiller" Jason Ryan!

The lights all go out for five seconds, then Jason's music begins to play. A single spotlight shines upon Jason on the stage. Jason aims a finger gun at the ring and shoots it, causing pyro to erupt behind him. Jason slowly walks down the ring and jumps on the apron and jumps over the top rope, rolling into a sitting position. He walks over to the corner and leans into the corner.

Arthur La Forge: Jason Ryan in the short time he has been in Level Up has made enemies of practically anyone who gets in his path backstage, at ringside, and in the ring...and most of the time not even in his matches.

Mary DeSue: Well the man feels slighted by the front office Artie. Can you blame him when the fans cheer for people like...

Mr. Rad: And his opponent...hailing from the city of Brotherly Love...Philadelphia Pennsylvania. Standing Five Foot Six Inches tall and weighting in at One Hundred and Fifty Pounds. She is "The Queen of Strong Style" Amber Payne!

Lights go out…music slowly coming on as Amber steps out from the back and slowly walks down the ramp or isle. Her hands in the pockets of her vest. As the music picks up, she slides in the ring, stands up and stands in the middle of the ring. As the drums hit, she stands there… then puts her arms out, head up looking at the ceiling. As the electronic beats comes, she leans her head down and looks at the hardcam.She turns her head facing her opponent, no expression on her face. She turns quickly and back tracks into her corner. Taking her vest off as she keeps her eyes on her opponent.

Arthur La Forge: Amber Payne has not backed down from "The Dreamkiller" in the past few weeks since he started interfering in her matches. She's looking to settle a score here.

Mary DeSue: Yeah, but what happens when two wrestlers who do strong style have an issue? Someone's getting jacked up tonight.

DING DING DING!

Payne and Ryan circle each other for a moment as Payne tries to shoot on Ryan's legs, but Ryan gets Referee Pliskin in between him and Payne and gestures to check her boot because Ryan thinks she has an object in it. Payne rolls her eyes as Pliskin checks only for Payne to get decked with a quick side kick from Jason Ryan! "The Dreamkiller" laughs and rolls out of the ring as Payne gives chase. Payne slides out of the ring and chases Ryan for a few moments coming out in front of the announcers table. Ryan puts the breaks on and braces himself as Payne charges him, but Ryan sidesteps and hits a hip toss on Payne sending her back first onto the top of the steel steps on the outside with a sickening TWANG!!

Arthur La Forge: Ryan is trying to get an advantage early on because if he let's Payne get her shoot style in on him he's in trouble!

Mary DeSue: Either that or he just really wants to slam her on steps!

One...

Two...

Three...

Ryan tosses Payne under the ropes and then climbs the turnbuckle. He gets to the top turnbuckle, facing the inside of the ring, and gives a double fingered salute as he...STOMPS ONTO THE CHEST OF AMBER PAYNE!! He picks up Payne and tosses her into the ropes...Payne hits the ropes and rebounds...SPINEBUSTER! Ryan picks up Payne and gets behind her. One...Two...THREE GERMAN SUPLEXES WITH A BRIDGE! COVER!!!

One...

Two...

KICKOUT BY PAYNE! RYAN IS LIVID!!!

Arthur La Forge: As tough as “The Queen of Strong Style” is you gotta be able to dish out more damage to keep her down.

Mary DeSue: Arguably the toughest woman in Level Up Wrestling next to Kat Jones and Chelsea Skye.

Ryan gets into Pliskin's face and Pliskin responds by shoving Ryan back. Ryan grabs the referee only to get superkicked in the back of the head by Payne. Payne quickly grabs Ryan in an armbar and wrenches it, probably to set him up for "The Rings of Payne", but Ryan quickly gets his foot on the ropes and Payne has to break the hold. She picks up Ryan and tosses him into the ropes. She goes for a spear and connects only for Ryan to roll with it and flip her into the turnbuckle post with a monkey flip like maneuver! Both wrestles crumple to the ground for a moment.

"Holy S[BLEEP]!!!Holy S[BLEEP]!!!Holy S[BLEEP]!!!"

Arthur La Forge: This crowd is loving this matchup.

Mary DeSue: Yeah, but I bet Payne is thinking maybe she should have asked for a different stipulation. Ryan is using the rules to his advantage and it’s making her look like a chump!

Ryan is the first to get up and walks over to Payne. He puts her back up onto the turnbuckles into a tree of woe position. Ryan rushes to the other side of the ring and charges with his own spear attempt. Payne pulls herself up and Ryan eats post! As he starts to tumble backwards Payne reaches around and goes for a crucifix pin on Ryan!

One...

Kickout by Ryan! Both wrestlers get up and just start wailing on each other with strong style punches and kicks to try and wear the other one down! With each blow the fans get more and more behind Payne!

"BRING THE PAYNE! BRING THE PAYNE! BRING THE PAYNE!

Arthur La Forge: Strongaahhhh Stylllleeeeeeeeeee!!!

Mary DeSue: Hit someone so hard they regret ever thinking of punching you!

All this seems to do is piss off Jason Ryan even more. He ducks a shot from Payne. Headbutt! Followed by using the ropes to step on the throat of the downed Payne.

One...

Two...

Ryan gets off of Payne and qucking picks her up and tosses her into the ropes. "Pinkeye!". Ryan picks up Payne and slams her down on her right shoulder! Ryan then starts to just kick that shoulder over and over again to weaken it, possibly to stop Payne from being able to use "Rings of Payne" on him. Ryan slaps Payne into a submission of his own...A CROSSFACE!!! Ryan locks in the hold and Payne is screaming out loud as Ryan keeps the hold locked in. Payne knows she's only got one chance. She tries to drag herself and her heavier opponent towards the ropes. The struggle is real as Payne keeps clawing inch by inch to the ropes and finally grasps on!! Pliskin tells Ryan to break the hold...

One...

Two...

Th...Ryan lets go of the hold, but drops and elbow onto Payne's right shoulder, exacerbating what he's already done to her! Ryan gets up and yells out to the crowd.

"This your hero??!! I can't hear you cheer??!!!"

Ryan grabs Amber by the right arm and irish whips that bad arm right into the turnbuckle post!

"I CAN'T F[BLEEPING] HEAR YOU B[BLEEP]ES!!"

Arthur La Forge: Ryan is taking out his frustrations with the fans literally on Payne right in front of us! He’s disecting her!

Mary DeSue: Why isn’t Pliskin stopping it then?!

Arthur La Forge: He’s not breaking any rules!

Payne is holding her right shoulder as Ryan picks her up and hits a shoulder breaker and we hear a sickening pop!

...

Payne screams as we see her shoulder is dislocated. Ryan smiles.

"Get up! Come on Get up! I'll let you have a free shot!"

Arthur La Forge: Payne’s right shoulder is dislocated! She can’t fight no more!

Mary DeSue: Okay I’m all for violence but this is pushing it…

Payne sits up and stares at Ryan and gets a sick smile on her face as she stands. She makes a come on motion to Ryan as he walks forward and Payne leaps up. She wraps her legs around his neck and headscisssors Ryan down to the mat and rolls through standing back up! Curbstomp! Ryan is groggy, but still getting up as Payne walks over to the turnbuckle post and wraps her right arm around it and....POP!

Arthur La Forge: Oh…Oh…I’m gonna be sick…Oh no…

Mary DeSue: Here Artie…spare barfbag from the flight.

Ryan hears it and looks up at Payne as she just relocated her shoulder back into place and she lets out a scream of anger as she unloads kick after kick after kick on Ryan! She reaches down and grabs Ryan's right arm and then his left..."RINGS OF PAYNE"!!!!

Arthur La Forge: Amber Payne wants to break Jason Ryan for what he just did in the ring to her!

Mary DeSue: I think she’s running on pure adrenaline and hate right now!

Ryan is now in a bad spot as well! He drags himself inch by inch to the bottom rope and gets his foot on it. Payne doesn't want to let go! She wants to hurt him! She wants him to suffer!

One...

Two...

She finally let's go and Ryan rolls out of the ring. Payne runs to the other end of the ring and charges forward. Suicide Dive...CAUGHT!!! "DREAMKILLER!!!" ON THE TURF!!!!

Arthur La Forge: Sitdown Cradle Piledriver to the outside! He deliberately aimed for the unpadded ground of the field!

Mary DeSue: There’s wanting to win a match and send a statement. Apparently Ryan wants to do both!

Ryan tosses Payne under the ropes and quickly gets into the ring. Cover...

One...

Two...

THREE!!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Mr. Rad: Here is your winner..."The Dreamkiller" Jason Ryan!!

Arthur La Forge: Winner…That’s debatable. The sicko needs to have his head examined!

Mary DeSue: Careful Artie or he’ll hear you!

Pliskin is calling for the EMT's to check out Payne's shoulder, but Ryan shoves him away from Payne. Ryan reaches down to pick her up. "PINKEYE!". The crowd boo's as Ryan holds his arms up in victory as he gets out of the ring and heads to the back. The EMT's rush down and check on Amber Payne.

Arthur La Forge: Another cheap shot from Jason Ryan on his way out. I hope he’s proud of himself because he’s a disappointment to professional wrestling in my opinion!

Mary DeSue: You better keep your opinion to yourself before he comes over here!

Payne refuses medical attention at ringside as gets up...determined to leave under her own power to a standing ovation from the crowd for a hard fought match!

—

Stephen Stratford vs. Lord Raab (Tact)

The LEVELUPtron is shown with the smiling face of Mr Rad appearing for the next match.

Mr Rad: The following meatbag Grudge match is scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit!

Arthur LaForge: Level Updogs, it’s time for a match of blossoming rivals, and maybe that’s even being too nice.

Mary DeSue: Cut to the chase, Artie. The reasons may differ but these two have put each other on their hitlists. Personally, I get it.

Arthur LaForge: You don’t hate me, do you?

Mary DeSue: Of course not, Artie. You’re too adorkable to hate. But there are plenty of IG trolls I wouldn’t mind punting.

Arthur LaForge: Valid point.

“Monster” by Skillet plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain to a solid wave of cheers from the LEVEL UPDOGS. He is wearing his Green and Black wrestling trousers with his nickname ‘The Green Disease German Monster’ on the front of them, and Toxic Waste logos on the sides of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and a green and black stripy mask. He goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and crouches down in the corner moving backwards and forwards, rubbing his hands and moving his neck around while awaiting his opponent with anger in his eyes.

Mr Rad: Introducing first, from Cologne, Germany… he stands six feet and four inches tall, and weighed in at two hundred and sixty pounds… he is known as The Green Disease German Monster! This is LORD RAAB!!

Arthur LaForge: Lord Raab is clearly out for payback on Stephen Stratford here. Demi hasn’t helped matters, but he was dealt a loss via countout due to evasive maneuvers Stephen put on, narrowly missing being Speared through a barricade by Raab several weeks ago.

Mary DeSue: These people are warming up to Raab, which is true to form. For some reason they take a liking to the weirdo menacing monster meaty men.

The fans give another round of cheers before they are rudely interrupted by Devil Electric’s “The Dove and The Serpent”



The lights in the arena cut abruptly, plunging the fans into darkness with startled gasps floating on the air. The LEVEL UPDOGS falls into silence only a dull murmur of voices penetrating the uncomfortable darkness until slowly a single dim beam of light penetrates the blackness to shine weakly on the stage. A fine mist begins to form quickly building into rolling clouds falling down the ramp towards the ring, with the stage behind almost completely enveloped. Music begins to thrum through the PA system, a ghastly soundtrack to that hopeless dark and suffocating mist.




The dim light lighting the stage suddenly flashes out as the music plays on, an altar of melted candles flashes on to the tron screens. As quickly as it went the light returned, this time two figures stood illuminated in the glow, almost entirely hidden by the creeping mist.



The light grows brighter and brighter, almost blindingly revealing Stephen Stratford with Demi Stratford at her side, both surrounded by the stifling mist. He looks out to the ring and at the LEVEL UPDOGS of people with his arms stretched out by his side and as the music punches up, he starts to bounce from one foot to the other in anticipation. His narrow grey eyes are dusted with smoke shadows, and his lips are outlined in a light red hue. His tattooed torso is draped in a black leather trenchcoat, beneath which he wears a black leather corsage around his waist, black and white striped stockings and torn fishnets. The two glance at one another, maintaining eye contact for a moment before they clasp hands.



The couple begins to descend through the mist down the ramp and towards the ring. Stratford’s Doc Marten boots clinking against the walkway in lockstep with Demi.



Stephen keeps hold of his wife’s hand assisting her up the ring steps before following behind. Demi walks along the apron like a stray cat along the fence top, eyes averted to the floor, one hand absentmindedly trailing along the top rope behind her as Stephen opens the ropes for her to enter the ring. As Demi enters, Stephen Stratford climbs up the turnbuckle from the outside, and scans the audience. A smile curls at the corner of his lips, as he hops into the ring and lands next to his wife, the two standing center under a lone spotlight in the darkness.

Mr Rad: And standing in the ring, from New Orleans, Louisiana… he stands six feet tall and weighed in at one hundred and eighty five pounds… he is formerly known as The Angel… The Painted Devil… and The Guiding Hand… STEPHEN STRATFORD!!

Mary DeSue: Raab is no doubt a big nasty level monster, but that was kinda his fault? I don’t think he should blame Stephen for that.

Arthur LaForge: Do you want to try convincing The Green Disease German Monster of that, Mary?

Mary DeSue: Eh… good luck, Stephen! I tried.

After a quick check of Lord Raab and Stratford, Referee Pliskin calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

The Level Updogs don’t have to wait long before they get was expected, with Lord Raab charging immediately. A Clothesline misses as Stephen timed his duck under Raab and slips through the ropes in one smooth motion. He then stands on the apron and waits as Raab turns and has his neck hung on the top rope and sending him backpedaling. Stratford then springs off the top rope and dives in to grab Lord Raab’s right arm, driving it down, and sending the German crashing on his shoulder. Stephen then follows up with a. Standing Moonsault and makes a cover!

ONE!

TW— NO! STEPHEN PULLS RAAB OFF THE MAT AND WAVES A FINGER AT THE LEVEL UPDOGS!

Arthur LaForge: Not exactly the start Lord Raab thought he was getting. He needs to regroup and not allow Stephen to control the pace of the match.

Mary DeSue: Stephen Statford has those slippery moves, that’s bound to throw off Lord Raab.

Arthur LaForge: Mary, that's a very astute observation.

Mary DeSue: Do you think I’ve sat here for a year and a half and learned NOTHING? Omg are you calling me dumb, Artie??

Arthur LaForge: I… no, I just… sighs why do you do this?

Mary DeSue: Just cuz.

Stratford stands with Raab only to see The Green Disease German Monster’s hand shoot around his throat as Raab stands up straight. He shoves Stratford against the ropes and leans in, choking Stephen on the top rope as Ref Pliskin puts in a count of four. Raab ‘breaks’ the count by barking at Pliskin before sending Stratford into the opposite corner… only to find Stephen scaling the turnbuckles to fly back at an approaching Raab and drilling him to the mat with a Springboard Dropkick— SILENCER!! Stratford covers!

ONE!

TWO!

LORD RAAB TOSSES STRATFORD OFF OF HIM!

LEVEL UPDOGS: WAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!

Arthur LaForge: The Level Updogs beta testing a new chant tonight.

Mary DeSue: You know your audience and they can’t help nerding it up as much as you do, Artie. It’s close, at least.

Arthur LaForge: With Mary’s commentary on our audience finished, it’s safe to say they have respect for Lord Raab’s intense drive to win, and have gotten behind it all year.

Stephen continues to remain vigilant as he finds Raab rolling back over and waits for a few moments as the LEVEL UPDOGS boo the impending renewed attack. Stratford sees Raab about to reach his feet and launches himself with the STRATEGIZER Shining Wizard— Lord Raab dodges the blow! Stratford goes tumbling to the mat and Raab works his way to standing. He wastes no time going for Stephen, serving him a Big Boot. Again, Stratford dives out of the ring, this time landing on the apron as Raab’s boot misses. As his leg is coming down, Stratford dives back through the ropes and grabs Raab’s right wrist, torquing the arm with an Arm Screw that finds the mark! Raab hits the mat on the arm again and Stratford quickly pounces on the right arm of Raab, slamming it on the mat. He then holds the arm and drives a knee into the inner elbow. Stratford uses wrist control to bring Raab back up, and when Raab grabs him around the throat again, Stephen yanks the arm and forces Lord Raab to release his grip before Stratford wraps Raab’s arm around the second rope and pulls to strain the dinged muscles further.

Arthur LaForge: Lord Raab sent to the mat again! Stephen Stratford with an intelligent move, wearing out the arm of Raab he uses for his signature Chokeinator, and both arms are even essential for his Killerbuster finisher.

Mary DeSue: Uh, yeah, everything you said. It’s a little creepy how Stephen moves in the ring. Not Guy Man Son level Creepy, but it’s just… eerie. Like he’s somehow the monster in this match.

Arthur LaForge: There’s definitely a peculiar energy about Stephen, but I don’t think it’s fair to call him creepy. I think it’s his advanced talent of knowing how to strike his opponents. He’s one of the more cerebral wrestlers I’ve seen.

Mary DeSue: Uh, right… all of Artie’s mumbo jumbo!

Stratford eases his pressure at the count of four by Pliskin, only to crank Raab’s arm back ricocheting against the rope, leaving him clutching the shoulder as he goes to the mat. Stephen signals there may be a moment to put this match to rest as Raab rolls to his knees, still holding his arm. Stephen then sails in to trap Raab’s arms and spins him into a HALO!! The Cross Rhodes lands… but Stephen is only holding a finger up, not even attempting a pinfall on Lord Raab. He takes his time gauging as Raab slowly rises to his feet, dizzied and staggering. When he turns towards Stratford, he receives a kick to the abdomen that sends him careening forward, but Stephen catches him for the CHIP ON MY SHOUL— NO! Lord Raab regains his footing and shoves Stratford off! Stephen bounces off the ropes and on the return he's goozled! CHOKEINATOR! THE GREEN DISEASE GERMAN MONSTER SLAMS STEPHEN STRATFORD TO THE MAT WITH A THUNDERING CHOKESLAM!

Lord Raab then falls to his knees holding his arm, from damage already dealt!

Arthur LaForge: Lord Raab HITS with the Chokeinator, but he’s unable to capitalize! The accumulated offense mounted from early on by Stephen Stratford has taken a definite toll on The Green Disease German Monster.

Mary DeSue: Raab is a BIG BOI! He ain’t done swinging yet, and it only takes one bomb to hit for things to get meaty in here.

Arthur LaForge: … Wow. I really couldn’t add to that if I tried.

Mary DeSue: Cha-ching! FITE TV and Twitch, behold my expertise. Trent, make that bonus out to M-A-R-Y. D-E-S…

As Mary crows for absolutely no good reason to the Level Updogs watching, Demi Stratford slaps the mat to cheer on her husband, and Stephen begins to stir. When he looks to his side, he finds Lord Raab sitting up to stare a hole nearly through him!

Arthur LaForge: ARROW OF KID ICARUS! That’s probably the LAST THING Stephen Stratford was expecting to see!

Mary DeSue: Talk about Monster Mode Activated!

Stephen scrambles away as Lord Raab swipes to get him. Stratford slinks under the bottom rope as Lord Raab goes to stomp him out. Stephen regroups with Demi to discuss strategy, but the moment doesn’t last as Lord Raab followed outside the ring and clubs Stephen away! Demi clears out of the way when Lord Raab sends an optic warning in her direction. He then sends Stephen’s spine rattling, launching him backfirst into the barricade once… twice… then tosses Stratford up and allows gravity and the unmerciful barricade to send a quaking force into his chest and throughout his body.

LEVEL UPDOGS: WAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!

Mary DeSue: Artie, don’t—

Arthur LaForge: It is getting PHYSICAL up in here!!

Mary DeSue: Gawd, whyyy…

Arthur LaForge: Lord Raab cranking things up another gear as he nearly caved in Stephen Stratford’s chest, and it looks like The Green Disease German Monster is feeling the energy of the fans!

Stephen is left coughing and bent over the barricade as Lord Raab surveys the crowd for a moment. He gives no indication of his feeling towards the reply he receives from the LEVEL UPDOGS:

LEVEL UPDOGS: LETS GO RA-AB! LETS GO RA-AB! LETS GO RA-AB!

Arthur LaForge: These fans are pulling for Lord Raab to overcome the clever tricks of Stephen and Demi Stratford, who have kept ahead of him.

Mary DeSue: Yeah but once Raab catches them, he’s going to make sure they won’t forget it.

Lord Raab is about to return to his desired target, grabbing ahold of Stephen… and he turns with one Stratford in hand to find the other, Demi, laying across the apron, elbow propping her up, staring at him. Lord Raab halts for a couple seconds before feeling the sting of Stephen driving an elbow into his ribs. His grip loosens on Stephen and then his opponent breaks Raab’s hold and backs up a step. Lord Raab seemed to be staring at Demi while absorbing the blows… but he abruptly snaps out of it as Stratford frees himself. Stratford eats a Big Boot that sends him right into the steel stairs at ringside. The Green Disease German Monster gives another glance at Demi, but only to point his fingers, as if lining up Stephen… and Lord Raab hits a Running Boot to the face of Stephen! Statford looks about out of it as Raab smashed him with those consecutive blows. He’s sent into the ring by Lord Raab, who rolls in under the ropes and makes a cover!

ONE!

TW— LORD RAAB PULLS STEPHEN OFF THE MAT!

Arthur LaForge: Lord Raab making sure Stephen knows two can play mind games.

Mary DeSue: Okay yes, Raab definitely knows how to get in someone’s head, but let’s admit Stephen’s pretty good at it, too.

Arthur LaForge: Yes, while the David versus Goliath aspect is clear, there’s also a subtle chess match playing out between all three wrestlers in and around the ring.

Lord Raab wastes no time tagging Stephen with a European Uppercut. Stratford stumbles around the ring until Raab is there to lock arms around his waist and turn him over with a Release German Suplex. Surprisingly, Stephen is back up quickly and The Green Disease German Monster GOOZLES HIM! CHOKEINATOR #2?? Raab’s grip strains and Stephen tries to land a blow on Raab’s arm…

BUT IT FAILS AND RAAB CONNECTS! CHOKEINATOR ON STRATFORD AND LORD RAAB COVERS!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE— REF PLISKIN INDICATES STEPHEN’S BOOT IS ON THE ROPE!

Arthur LaForge: Good eye by Pliskin there!

Mary DeSue: You know what they say, Artie. Beside every good man is a powerful woman, ready to strike.

Arthur LaForge: Demi found a way to hold off Lord Raab at EXP Twenty Seven, and it would be no surprise if she passed on pointers she picked up in that match.

As Lord Raab reaches down to pick up Stephen, Demi pulls Stephen out of the ring and Lord Raab’s grasp. A frustrated Raab argues briefly with Ref Pliskin…

Pliskin nods at Lord Raab and taps a button on her com unit before saying something. Mr Rad then appears on the LEVELUPtron.

Mr Rad: Lady and gentle-meatbags… I have been programmed to inform you that Ref Pliskin has a Code Level: Red Alert for you and Demi Stratford… that Demi has been EJECTED FROM RINGSIDE!

LEVEL UPDOGS: WAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! WAH WAHHH WAHHH WAHHH!!! WAHHH HEYYYYYYY!!! WAHHHHBYYEEE!!!

Arthur LaForge: A tectonic plate shifting decision by Referee Pliskin! That could change the entire dynamic of this match quickly.

Mary DeSue: What! Pliskin why are you hating on this talented woman!

Arthur LaForge: Mary, Demi did interfere on Stephen’s behalf.

Mary DeSue: I only saw Stephen’s foot on the ropes, same as Plisky did. Lord Raab is intimidating a referee. It’s a disqualifying offense, even.

Arthur LaForge: So you think Raab should be disqualified?

Mary DeSue: NO! Don’t send the meaty man away.

Demi Stratford scowls at Pliskin and pleads her case, but quickly realizes it’s a moot point… except that her chirping draws Lord Raab’s attention. He joins Ref Pliskin in reminding her to get the hell out. When he turns, he finds Stephen Stratford charging at him with a Flying Forearm that bowls Raab back. Stephen instantly goes for the right arm of Raab, blasting it with two Side Kicks followed by a Jumping Back Kick that drills his heel into the shoulder of Raab, who clutches his arm again. Stephen then hits a Spinning Heel Kick that spins Raab around on impact. When he completes his revolution and faces Stephen… BOOT. CHIP ON MY SHOULDER??

DENIED! LORD RAAB WRAPS STEPHEN IN A SLEEPER HOLD AS HE TURNED TO DROP RAAB! The Green Disease German Monster LIFTS HIM OFF THE GROUND AND SQUEEZING THE CAROTID ARTERY OF STEPHEN STRATFORD! Ref Pliskin warns a disqualification for choking Stratford and realizes RAAB IS RAGING! Pliskin puts in a count and upon reaching four Lord Raab drops a limp Stephen with a Sleeper Slam and covers!

ONE!

TWO!
…

STEPHEN IS BARELY ABLE TO TOUCH THE BOTTOM ROPE!

Arthur LaForge: No help there as Stephen Stratford showing his own resilience.

Mary DeSue: Raab better hope Demi didn’t cast a spell on him before she left. Pretty sure he’s looked her in the eye, could have been cursed.

Arthur LaForge: I think you’re confusing Medusa’s Curse, which turns someone to stone, with… something else.

Mary DeSue: Don’t ruin my flow, Artie! I’m the expert here, remember?

Lord Raab pounds the mat and insists it was a three count, but Ref Pliskin is firm that Stephen was able to force a rope break. Slapping the mat, The Green Disease German Monster hears the invested LEVEL UPDOGS solidly behind him while Stephen is crawling to the ropes. He drags himself up to standing where Lord Raab grabs him and signals for the end, locking Stephen in a double armlock and lifting him for— KILLERBUSTER!!!

NOT QUITE! Lord Raab tries but cannot lift the struggling Stephen steadily enough on his first try. He again goes to lift Stratford and finds Stephen having dropped to a knee. His rage peaking, Lord Raab hauls Stephen up… but Stratford pushed his weight up at precisely the right moment. Raab overcompensates and the boot of Stratford nails Raab in the face. Stratford crashes to the mat on his neck but the force is obviously much weakened as Lord Raab falls back against the ropes.

Arthur LaForge: Lord Raab giving his all to unravel Stephen Stratford, but he’s now having to fight his own body in the process.

Mary DeSue: Raab has to dig deep and find more in the BIG MONSTER BOI!

Stratford pops up as Raab comes off the ropes— Dropkick to Raab sends him to a knee, followed by HALO! Stratford abruptly hits his signature, sending Lord Raab to the mat. Stephen wants to lift Raab back up and cannot. He must play a dangerous game, waiting intently but allowing Lord Raab to rise to his feet…

KICK!

…

CHIP ON MY SHOULDER!!!

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

…

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

Mr Rad: Your winner of this match… STEEEPHEEEENNN STRAAAAAATFOOOOORRRD!!!

Arthur LaForge: Lord Raab putting up continual resistance to Stephen Stratford, and Demi for that matter. In the end, though, his arm took more abuse than it could handle from Stephen, who finds a way to accurately locate the Chip On My Shoulder for the W!

Mary DeSue: Honestly, that was impressive. Lord Raab fought like hell and he’s shown again why he’s a force in Level Up. The Stratfords were just a little too clever tonight.

Arthur LaForge: I don’t think they’ll be looking forward to any future encounters with The Green Disease German Monster, either. For tonight, congratulations go to Stephen Stratford on the victory. Level Updogs, we’ll be right back!


—

Chelsea Skye vs. Riley Heart (Dubs)

The arena is plunged into darkness as “Freak Like Me” by Halestorm hits the speakers. A light shines down at the top of the ramp where Riley Heart appears. Gold pyro explodes out of the stage but instead of her usual jovial nature, Heart isn’t bothered with any theatrics. She’s focused on one thing, and one thing only, the destruction of Chelsea Skye!

Arthur La Forge: Riley Heart may have bit off more than she can chew with Chelsea Skye. She keeps interfering with Skye’s matches and barely keeps away from her during the shows so she doesn’t get beatdown for it!

Mary DeSue: Poor girl. She’s probably got a lot on her mind with “everything”.

Riley looks out across the crowd and a delightfully evil smirk passes across her lips, she wears a pair of low riding black jeans with both knees ripped out of them as well as a tank top matching her hair color and black boots with the name Riley stitched in silver down the side. Riley makes her way to the ring and jumps up to the ring apron and falls into the splits and pulls herself underneath the bottom rope. While in the ring she starts looking into the crowd, trying to find a particular someone. Unfortunately she can’t seem to find them, and a saddened look crosses her face.

Mr Rad: Introducing first…from Gainesville, Georgia, weighing it 126 pounds…RILEYYYYY HEART!!

The fast guitar riff for “Reborn Through Failure” hits the speakers and once the vocals kick in Chelsea makes her way out onto the entrance ramp. But she’s not messing around either, “The Nightmare Angel” charges down to the ring and Mr Rad can barely get her introduction in!

Mr Rad: And her opponent, from, uh, somewhere, oh god she’s already in the ring, ladies and gentlemen it’s CHELSEAAA SKYE!!

Arthur La Forge: It’s definitely personal up in here!

Mary DeSue: Duck!

The two start brawling as the bell tolls, fists flying back and forth! The shots by Riley are more targeted as she has that brawling background, while Skye’s fists fly wildly, sometimes missing the mark. Riley blocks a shot by Skye and gains the advantage, delivering an uppercut which knocks her head back! Riley smells blood in the water and capitalizes, drilling her knee into Skye’s nose - maybe looking to bust it open like it was in their last match!

Arthur La Forge: Riley Heart is showing her vicious side on Skye. Maybe she’s hoping to gain a psychological advantage!

Mary DeSue: Either that or she wants to break her face!

Skye is rocked, but her nose doesn’t bleed…yet. She backs up against the ropes and Riley looks to clothesline her to the outside, but Skye ducks, sending Heart up and over to the apron. Riley lands on her feet, only to be hit with an enziguri by Skye! Riley teeters over the edge but keeps a grip on the top rope with her right hand. Skye doesn’t miss a beat though, she charges up onto the top rope, then leaps off…connecting with a FLYING HURRICANRANA WHICH FLIPS RILEY TO THE OUTSIDE! Skye quickly scrambles over looking for an early pin.

ONE!

Riley kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: Skye’s just wanting to beat Heart so bad it’s outweighing her common sense.

Mary DeSue: You’ve never been in a fight with a woman have you Artie?

Arthur La Forge: Are you kidding I haven’t even been in a fight with a guy.

Both women are up, and Skye charges forward, driving Riley back-first into the ring apron. She delivers a high-impact kick to Riley’s chest, then whips her into the steps. Heart collides shoulder-first, sending the top half of the steps flying. Skye jumps onto the apron, sizing up her opponent. As Riley climbs up, Heart charges along the apron, looking for ANOTHER HURRACANRANA! NO! Riley blindsides her with a nasty forearm which sends her sprawling on the outside padding! She pulls Heart up by the hair and gauges her eyes with her fingers! Skye staggers away but Heart connects with a targeted axe-handle between her shoulder blades, then drops her with a swinging neckbreaker! Cover!

ONE!

Skye kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: Riley’s got her focus going into this match, but she’s got to find the right way to wear down her opponent.

Mary DeSue: Yeah all while the opponent wants to tear her head off!

Frustrated, Riley starts stomping on Skye as she tries to drag herself back up, targeting her knees and back. Skye starts using the steel steps to get up, but Riley grabs her hair and pulls her head back, then SLAMS it into the steps! Not done, Riley re-introduces Skye’s face and the steps a second time, then a third! She taunts to the crowd who boo her loudly. Riley flips them off, but in doing so, takes her eyes off of Skye, who spears her from behind, right into the crowd barrier! She then backs up, and clotheslines Heart over the barrier, sending them both into the Level Up faithful!

Arthur La Forge: Uh oh! They’re in with the fans!

Mary DeSue: Careful girls! You don’t know where they’ve been!

The two ladies start brawling again, this time on the floor with fans hooting and hollering around them! It’s kinda like that scene from The Simpsons, you know the one. Skye’s punches continue to be wild while Riley’s are targeted, and she manages to land a nasty elbow which creates a gash on Skye’s forehead. Blood begins to trickle out of the wound and Riley starts to target it with some punches and headbutts. The blood is now flowing freely, but Skye seems to just be energized by the sight of her own life force! She powers out of Heart’s grasp and kicks her away. Both women up and Riley charges through the crowd at Skye, only to be BACK BODY DROPPED ONTO THE STAIRS! Those stairs lead up to the top of the arena with a handrail in between, and Riley is lucky she didn’t land on that!

Arthur La Forge: That could have broken Heart’s spine!

Mary DeSue: Well, can’t accuse her of being spineless anymore.

Riley cries out in pain, clutching her back. Skye takes a moment to recover, then tries to capitalize, but Riley has rolled away out of reach. Riley crawls up the steps, trying to create as much distance between her and Skye as possible. Skye reaches up to grab her but Riley kicks her away with both feet, sending Skye back down the steps. Finally getting a moment to breathe, Riley makes it up to a standing base, still holding her back. But she’s only up for a moment as Skye runs up the handrail and leaps off, connecting with a FLYING DROPKICK TO RILEY’S BACK! Riley is knocked into the stairs face first, her nose getting smashed into the steel! Now blood is pouring out her nose as she clutches her back. Skye, who had a hard landing herself on the stairs, crawls over and Ref Kirby is on the scene to make the count.

ONE!


TWO!

Riley kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: Riley just won’t stay down!

Mary DeSue: Might be smarter too! I think Skye could do this all night!

Skye can’t believe that wasn’t enough to get the job done, both women are showing tremendous strength in this brutal affair! Skye heaves up Riley and begins ascending the stairs, dragging her along. Every step seems like pain for Riley, whose back is in bad shape. She slumps down for a second but Skye drives an elbow into her head and heaves her back up. Both women are bleeding all over each other as they make it to the top row. Skye then whips Riley through a door, blasting it open! She heads after her and the cameraman scrambles to follow.

Arthur La Forge: Looks like we’re not done with our tour of the stadium!

Mary DeSue: Hey cameraguy! Grab me a hot weiner!

The door leads out into the entrance to the stadium, where fans previously lined up waiting to get in and see the action. The crowd noise is completely gone once the door closes behind the women and all that’s left are the sounds of the very personal battle. Skye looks to whip Riley into a popcorn stand but she reverses it, sending Skye into it! Popcorn goes flying as the stand tips over from the impact. Riley takes a moment to recover then lifts up Skye, taking her up and over with a NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX ONTO THE SEA OF POPCORN! Cover!

ONE!


TWO!

THR-NO!! Skye kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: After being A-Salted it looks like Skye narrowly escapes getting pinned.

Mary DeSue: You better butter me up after these puns.

Arthur La Forge: Oh! Nice one!

The popcorn is stained by the blood from Skye, and Riley takes a moment to savor it - grabbing a handful and eating it right in front of the camera! Wonder if Twitch is gonna censor that one?! Riley smiles sadistically then, still sitting on Skye, grabs her by the hair and shoves her face down into the popcorn over and over! Satisfied, she stands up and runs Skye right through another door and outside the arena! They’re out in the parking lot now! Skye lands hard on the bitumen and Riley sets her sights on a camaro parked nearby. Showing no regard for the owner of such a nice vehicle, she climbs onto the hood and starts screaming at Skye to get up. Skye claws her way up and Riley leaps off, looking for a CROSSBODY…NO! SKYE CATCHES HER AND RAMS HER INTO THE CAMARO!

Arthur La Forge: Wait…I know that Camaro!

Mary DeSue: Was that the one Trent rented for the…OH…AHAHAHHA!!

The impact further damages Riley’s back, and Skye looks to take advantage. She drops Riley to the ground then opens the back passenger door to the camaro. Skye lays Riley’s head on the seat and looks to SLAM THE DOOR ON HER NECK! BUT RILEY MOVES AT THE LAST SECOND! The door slams shut and Skye roars in frustration. Riley has avoided permanent damage but she’s not out of range of Skye’s wrath. Chelsea nails a few rights and lefts to Riley’s back, then drags her back over to the vehicle. She climbs on top of the car and twists her legs around Riley’s neck, pulling her back against the door and locking in the TRIANGLE CHOKE - CLIPPED WING ANGEL!

Arthur La Forge: CLIPPED WING ANGEL!!

Mary DeSue: Now that’s how you choke a b[bleep]!

Riley’s back and neck are being contorted by the submission, but she pushes off the ground using all her strength and manages to painfully skin the cat, rolling up Chelsea in the process!

ONE!


TWO!


THR-NO!! Chelsea kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: That slick move almost worked for Riley!

Mary DeSue: Yeah…It’s hard to maneuver in one of those cars…or on them…or behind them…or…

Arthur La Forge: Uh huh…

Mary DeSue: NOT THAT PARTICULAR ONE WITH THIS PARTICULAR BOSS!!

Ref Kirby nearly falls off the camaro as he makes the count, and decides to back away as the girls resume hostilities. Both women are again trading punches, both bleeding heavily. They’re slowly but surely beginning to fade…until Skye ducks a right hand from Riley and nails a SUPERKICK! Riley teeters on the edge of the car’s roof, and Skye charges, looking for a spear off the camaro…BUT SKYE DUCKS IT! SHE SENDS HER OVER THE TOP WITH A BACK BODY DROP RIGHT ONTO THE CAR’S WINDSHIELD! The impact drives the air out of Skye’s lungs and creates a massive crack in the windshield. Holding her bad back, Heart uses the last of her strength to pull Skye back up and deliver a GEORGIA PEACH RIGHT ONTO THE ROOF! She collapses into a cover after a devastating Rip Tide.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!!

DING DING DING!!

Mr Rad: Here is your winner…RILEYYYY HEART!!

Arthur La Forge: And Riley Heart wins this bloody contest!

Mary DeSue: Holy crap on a cracker that was a rough match!

Neither woman is moving after that titanic struggle, and EMT’s are immediately on the scene to check on their welfare.

Arthur La Forge: If this keeps up our large roster might have some room.

Mary DeSue: Don’t you dare say it! If we get anymore people in here we’ll have to start doing more shows…and that means more work here…NO! It will not cut into my downtime!

—

Sebastian Everett-Bryce vs. Dane Preston

The lights in the [insert venue name here] go out, plunging the [insert city and state here] fans into darkness. A lit fuze sizzles across the video screen, leading to an explosion of pyro around the entrance stage. The sound of a gunshot and a car peeling out, then the opening guitar riff for No Resolve’s “UNKILLABLE” shred across the PA speakers.

I MET THE DEVIL
HE WANTED ME DEAD
BUT INSTEAD
I PUT A MOTHERFUCKIN’
BULLET IN HIS HEAD
YEAH!

Dane Preston's silhouette can be seen slowly coming through the curtains as he steps out onto the stage. Nodding his masked head to the beat of the music, he extends an arm in front of him, the other behind him as he struts down the ramp. A single spotlight shines down on the six foot, three inch, two hundred and fifty-five pound fighter as he slowly stalks his way to the ring, clad in a sleeveless leather duster.

YOU BROKE ME DOWN, THE CUTS AND THE BRUISES
I HOLD THE KNIFE NOW, I'M CUTTING MY NOOSES
I WEAR THE BLOOD STAINS LIKE BADGES OF HONOR
I'LL TAKE EVERY BULLET BECAUSE I'M A SURVIVOR
BITCH!

After scaling the ring steps, Preston slowly snaps his head from side to side before climbing into the ring and shrugging off his duster. He makes his way to his corner and climbs to the second rope where he points finger guns at the fans before snatching his mask off his head and throwing it out to them. Hopping down, Dane squats in the corner, arms outstretched as he grips the second rope with both hands awaiting his opponent.

Mr. Rad: This match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, WI. Weighing in at 255 pounds...DANE PRESTON!

Arthur La Forge: This is a grudge match that's been a while in the making. They have a rivalry going all the way back to Fight NYC.

Mary DeSue: So is Parts Unknown in Wisconsin or was somebody just to lazy to ask the city?

Arthur La Forge: Glad to see your priorities are straight for this match.

Mary DeSue: I'm asking the important questions!

The lights in the arena dip to black in time with the sirens and beat to the opening of Sweatpants (BattleTapes Remix) by Childish Gambino, the lights then beginning to flash, alternating left and right onto the ramp. In time, the letters "S", "E", "B", and then "Empire" flash one at a time on the big screen until the lights stop flashing as the lyrics hit.

"She askin' “Why you say that?!”

The beat drops and the lights flash on the rampway again. As they do, the screen illuminates with "SEB" and then "EMPIRE" flashing on the screen.

"Rich kid asshole, paint me as a villain"

Sebastian Everett-Bryce flings his arms wide, staring up with his head covered by the hood of his jacket. He stands in the middle of the ramp, the lights beating down on him, before looking out at the crowd. He wears a long jacket with the hood pulled up over his head, zipped to the waist. The jacket, which is cut away at the bottom and only runs down the back of his legs, is patterned with an elongated Union Flag, but it’s in black and white and appears to be cracked and broken. His tights are short, with the initials SEB emblazoned upon the front.

The lights lift, and SEB makes his way to the ring, stretching his neck from side to side as he walks, his eyes focused on the ring. He climbs up the steps and steps through the ropes before standing in the middle of the ring.

"I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (What?)
Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain"

He extends his arms once more before pulling back his hood and removing his jacket to reveal the back of his tights which read “S.E.B”

"Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon' do? (What?!)"

Mr. Rad: His opponent, from..

SEB flashes his arms out to a side, a satisfied grin on his face that's almost removed, as his entrance (and Rad's introduction) are interrupted by a running boot from Preston that grazes the side of Bryce's jaw, forcing referee Kirby to call for the bell!

Arthur La Forge: Well here we go!

Mary DeSue: Dane didn't feel like waiting another second! I don't blame him. Damn rich kids thinking the world stops for them.

Arthur La Forge: I'm pretty sure SEB is not like that.

Mary DeSue: If he were a nice rich guy he would have BOUGHT ME SOMETHING.

Arthur La Forge: I don't think that's how it works.

The boot was just a glancing blow, but it's enough to stagger SEB back a couple of steps. However he quickly retaliates with a quick forearm, Dane responds with one of his own and the two begin to go back and forth with hard forearm shots to each other's jaws. Finally SEB hits a forearm shot that rocks Dane, who responds in kind with a haymaker. Preston runs off the ropes and attempts a high knee, but SEB side-steps it, gets a reverse waistlock and dumps Preston on his head and neck with a German Suplex.

Arthur La Forge: And it's Bryce with the early momentum!

Mary DeSue: Looks to me like he couldn't take the strikes anymore.

Arthur La Forge: I think most people would be smart to avoid getting kneed in the face.

Mary DeSue: His song wants me to paint him as a villain so I'm gonna!

Preston rolls out to the apron and pulls himself up, only to get hit with an enziguri that knocks him back down to the floor. He starts to get up and Sebastian flings himself over the top rope with a plancha that causes both men to crash to the floor! SEB then rolls Preston back into the ring and turns around to look out at the audience, only to get caught with a baseball slide that sends him back into the barricade. The Level Updogs at ringside clap him on the back but quickly stop when Preston reaches over to grab him and toss him inside the ring.

Arthur La Forge: This thing is going to be back and forth, I think.

Mary DeSue: SEB turned around for one second and BAM! Got caught. That'll teach him.

Dane Preston leaves Bryce up and immediately looks for Redline, but SEB elbows his way out of it. SEB turns around and tries to run off the ropes but Preston pulls him back by the waistline and hits a release German suplex of his own...or tries to but SEB backflips out and lands on his feet! He stumbles back into the corner and Preston charges in once he realizes Bryce got out of the suplex. Bryce ducks his head and vaults Dane up and over the rope to the apron. He swings with a punch and Dane catches it, then smashes him in the jaw with a forearm. He ducks his head and starts to come in, only for SEB to hit a low dropkick to the legs, which causes Preston to snap his FACE off the middle rope and tumble to the floor.

Arthur La Forge: Technically legal, but...

Mary DeSue: But VICIOUS.

Arthur La Forge: Yes, I was getting to that. These two are not fond of each other.

Dane Preston checks his nose and finds that it's been bloodied from where the rope smacked him. He climbs back onto the apron and SEB joins him out there, hitting a chop. He hooks the head and arm of Preston and tries for a vertical suplex, but Preston drops down to prevent it. He then pushes out of the hold and hits Bryce with another stiff forearm to the jaw. He swings for another haymaker but SEB ducks it and hits a BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX on the apron! Preston immediately arches his back in pain before rolling off and hitting the floor. SEB takes a moment to recollect himself, before sliding back in the ring. He then runs off the ropes and hits a suicide dive on Preston!!

Arthur La Forge: Incoming!

Mary DeSue: High Risk! High Reward!

Bryce lifts Preston up off the floor and hits another big chop, before throwing him in the ring. He then immediately targets the leg and starts working in a heel hook, twisting to try and gain an advantage, but Preston won't let it happen and kicks him right in the nose. Bryce is knocked back a couple of steps as Dane gets back to his feet and we see that now SEB's nose is also bloodied, worse than Dane's was. It's bleeding like a faucet. Dane charges and suddenly SEB hits him with a SUPERKICK! With the blood starting to go down his chest, he drops down and pins Preston!

ONE!

TWO!

No! Preston kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: SEB was close but Preston just had enough wherewithal to kick out.

Mary DeSue: Yet he didn’t have the wherewithal to leave well enough alone with this match.

After the kickout, SEB gets up and immediately checks his nose, making sure it's in fact not broken. Satisfied, he picks up Preston and hits another big chop, but Dane hits one of his own that knocks his smaller opponent back a step. Bryce hits another, then Dane hits another, then SEB gets a kneelift. He goes for an Irish Whip, Dane reverses, as SEB bounces back, Preston attempts a capture suplex but SEB reverses with a DDT! Another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

No! Preston again throws his shoulder up.

Arthur La Forge: I don’t SEB got that pin in to clear with that shot he just took the schnoz

Mary DeSue: Uh oh. He messed up his pretty face. That’s personal up in here right?

SEB, busted nose and all, gets up and glares down at Dane before applying a headlock to wear him down. Preston fires up and hits him with a series of elbows to the abdomen, forcing him to let go. He then hits him with a huge haymaker which knocks him backward into the ropes. He goes for an Irish Whip, SEB reverses it, but tries another superkick and Preston slides to go underneath it. He pops back up, backs against the ropes and runs at SEB who tries a chop, but Preston ducks that, bounces off the other side and HITS THE FLYING KNEE. SEB gets up and is now bleeding more from the nose, but doesn't let that stop him as he runs wildly at Preston, swings with a right hand that Dane ducks, only to immediately hit the PENDULUM SHIFT! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--NO! Bryce kicks out!

Arthur La Forge: SEB barely got out of that in time!

Mary DeSue: Gotta be hard to catch your breath with your nose smashed like that!

It's SEB's turn to roll to the outside to escape, and Dane moves out the other side and runs all the way around the ring, before spinning when he catches up with SEB and hits a discus lariat that turns him inside out! He then tosses him back inside the ring and follows, as Bryce is attempting to get back to his feet to shift the momentum back to his side. He gets himself up in the corner and Preston comes charging in immediately with a clothesline. He runs to the other corner, hoping to hit another, but Bryce actually follows and lands a dropkick! As Preston staggers out, SEB goes for the Conquest, hitting a German suplex and rolling through, but before he can hit the Turnbuckle German, Preston blocks it with his leg, turns around and hits SEB with a high release capture suplex! SEB actually bounces onto his feet on impact, uses the momentum to hit the ropes and comes back with a ROUNDHOUSE KICK, but then collapses next to the fallen Preston! The crowd is up on their feet after that sequence!

Arthur La Forge: This capacity crowd is loving this!

Mary DeSue: Of course they are. Cheap thrills and bloody spills.

The referee begins to count out both men as they struggle to recover. The count gets to seven as both men are eventually back up and begin to trade forearms in the center of the ring. Dane gets the better of the exchange by starting a punch combination, then hits a kick to the gut. He tries for the evenflow DDT portion of the RDS but SEB knocks him away and spins him around, before hitting a STAMFORD BRIDGE! with a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THR---NO! Preston kicks out!

Arthur La Forge: Dane won’t stay down!

Mary DeSue: Can we put him down? With like a Scooby Snack?

Bryce confers with the referee to confirm it was a two count, then hangs his head in exasperation. He then gets in the corner and motions for Preston to get up, which Dane eventually does after taking a few moments to recover. He runs for the EMPIRE KICK, but Preston side steps it and tries for the German, but SEB reverses that and tries for one of his own, only to get a back elbow from Dane. Preston turns around and catches a forearm to the jaw from Bryce, then another. Bryce spins around for a third but Preston also spins and hits a discus punch! He then grabs the wobbly Bryce and HITS HIM WITH THE MACHISMO! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE--

SEB'S FOOT IS ON THE ROPES! Preston immediately drags him away and lifs him up...TO HIT THE REDLINE!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE

NO!!! SEB BARELY GETS THE SHOUDER UP!

Arthur La Forge: This match could still go either way!

Mary DeSue: Yo! This isn’t an orgy! Pick one and pin!

Preston pounds the mat in frustration but knows he has one more ace up his sleeve. He picks up Bryce and throws him into the ropes, waiting for him to come back for a 1SK, but SEB holds onto the ropes for dear life to avoid the finishing blow! Preston comes in and starts hitting a series of punches. He goes for the gut kick but Bryce catches the leg and throws him off. He hits a German Suplex, then rolls through, wanting the turnbuckle variant, but Preston throws a back elbow to force him off! He throws SEB into the ropes, goes for 1SK but Bryce slides underneath, goes behind Preston and gets the Turnbuckle German! He then hits a moonsault kick before sprinting to the other side and coming back with a turnbuckle dropkick, completing THE CONQUEST! But he doesn't go for the cover. Instead, he turns Preston around and lifts him up top, hitting a SPIDER SUPLEX!

Arthur La Forge: What a move!

Mary DeSue: Can he freaking capitalize though!

With Preston down on the mat, SEB leaps off for the MARKHAM MISSILE, but Preston moves out of the way! Preston gets back up, staggers for a moment, then grabs SEB for REDLINE, but SEB hits an elbow right as he's lifted into the air, he runs off the ropes and Preston tries the 1SK, but Bryce slides underneath, pops up, hits the ropes and as Preston turns around hits the EMPIRE KICK! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE---

NO DANE KICKS OUT! SEB is now the one to express frustration, but he gets up and grabs him for his rarely used finish, EXCUSE ME! He gets Preston in position, but Dane knows the danger he's in and immediately begins to wiggle and lands behind SEB, then hits him with an elbow to the back of the head! He shoves SEB forward, then bounces off the ropes and tries to hit a knee, but SEB rushes forward with ANOTHER EMPIRE KICK! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Mr. Rad: HERE is your winner...SEBASTIAN EVERETT-BRYCE!

Arthur La Forge: SEB wins, but really you can’t say anything bad about Dane Preston’s performance as well. These two went out to prove who was better and the answer is both!

Mary DeSue: Maybe this can be a match where they bury the hatchet without leaving the handle sticking out of the hole!

Both men stay down and look at each other. This match took it’s toll on both as they, for once, don’t fight getting help up and being helped to the back after such a fight!



—

Guy Manson vs. Bam Miller vs. Ziggy Morgan

Mr. Rad: Meatbags! It is now time for your Triple Threat Match to see which of these…fine gentlemen will join “The Game Changers”!! Introducing first…from San Francisco, California by way of…Milwaukee Wisconsin? What in the hee haw google maps is this?...I mean…He is Guy Man Son!!

The music cues, prompting a magnificent laser show. Guy materializes on stage. Wearing a medium gray t-shirt, regular cut blue jeans, and gray sneakers. Smiling awkwardly, arms dangling lifelessly at his sides. He walks to the ring scanning the audience left and right. Still smiling, he awkwardly waves at a nearby fan. Just before hitting the ring, he stops. Take a step or two backwards, then sprints and slides belly down, like a dolphin, under the bottom rope and towards the center of the ring, all with his hands still at his sides. He wiggles himself 90 degrees to face the hard cam, then planks, tucks his knees to his chest, and burpees up in to the air. He maintains his smile, before stepping up to the bottom turnbuckle, calmly waving to the crowd, and making pro-longed eye contact with the hard cam.

Arthur La Forge: I think this guy would make a great addition to “The Game Changers” don’t you?

Mary DeSue: Did you eat all my drugs Artie? All three of these guys are disasters.

Mr. Rad: And introducing his opponent…from Detroit, Michigan…”The Slayer” Bam Miller!!

No one will survives plays over the speakers and Bam Miller rides out on stage on his Midnight Black Harley Davidson, he reves up the engine and then begins to ride down the ramp and parks at the end. He gets off slowly and jugs a Miller Lite beer and then tosses it into the crowd. He argues with some fans and then walks up the steel steps but before stepping into the ring he reveals his signature weapon The Brick out of his black leather jacket and raise the brick in the air for the people to see, with a smirk replaces it down by the steps and gets inside the ring and runs up to the top turnbuckle as he beats on his chest and uses vulgar language towards the fans. After that he gets down and goes over in his corner and waits for the match to begin.

Arthur La Forge: Well Bam Miller seems to fit in with the violence The GC offers…

Mary DeSue: Yeah, but look at the lack of sophistication.

Arthur La Forge: Ah yes the sophistication of hitting someone with a briefcase and a wand…how silly of me.

Mr. Rad: And finally…their opponent…He is “Caballo Diablo” Ziggy Morgan!!

”Short Change Hero” by The Heavy starts to play as Ziggy rushes down to the ring and gets in. We hear the fans chanting “Cowboy Sh!t! Cowboy Sh!t!” as he enters and poses for the fans.

Arthur La Forge: Eh?

Mary DeSue: He’s a cowboy…they aren’t creating The New Millennium Village People!

Arthur La Forge: Oh you do know with the magic of photoshop they will be shortly…

Mary DeSue: Damn memers…

From the get go, Guy Manson looks hesitant and distraught even as Ziggy launches at Bam and engages in a knock down drag-out brawl that takes them through the top and middle rope. Ziggy and Bam separate on impact as Guy follows after them, shouting to stop and that they are all friends. It does little to dissuade the brawl though, until Bam misses an errant haymaker and strikes Guy.

Arthur La Forge: Aw. Guy’s trying to make friends.

Mary DeSue: He should send requests…and stop poking people…

This only infuriates Ziggy who spears Bam into the steel steps, doing some damage to himself as they both spill over them. He stays on Bam though, raining down vicious rights and lefts until Guy leaps upon his back, putting him into a sleeper hold.

Guy Manson: Do Not Resist Zig E More Guns! Allow Me to sing you a lullaby of my people!

Guy begins screeching in a terrible and tuneless fashion that causes the audience within earshot to cringe and Ziggy to cover his ears. This leaves him wide open to Bam though who in an impressive show of strength, lifts both with an exploder suplex. He gets to his feet to the pop of the fans who appreciate the tough and no-nonsense fighter. Ziggy and Guy roll around in pain, Ziggy popping up to check on Guy but once again leaving himself open, ths time to a stiff shot to the back of the head before Bam rolls him into the ring.

Arthur La Forge: I feel the high culture just reeking from these three challengers..

Mary DeSue: I bet Frasier was too highbrow for you as a child.

Arthur La Forge: Please…that’d be like saying you prefer Trailer Park Boys over Letterkenny…how uncuthe can you be.

Mary DeSue: stares right into the camera Yeah…WHO WOULD BE THAT WAY?!

Bam goes to follow him but now Guy spins Bam around and shoves him. Bam rolls his eyes and goes to get in the ring but Guy isn’t having it! He leaps upon Bam’s shoulders and..POISONRANA!! Bam Miller’s head spikes into the thinly-covered concrete floor! Guy mounts Bam from behind and begins bashing the back of his head with stiff forearms while screaming at Bam and asking him why he is making Guy Man Son do this to BAM! Mill Her.

Arthur La Forge: Guy seems to be having an existential crisis right now…

Mary DeSue: He’s just looking for a new place to probe.

Eventually, Ziggy exits the ring and pulls Guy off of Bam. He begins to confer with Guy who responds with an inhuman screech and a a jawbreaker that flattens Ziggy. Guy lifts the cowboy by his hair, and Bam by whats left of his before rolling both into the ring. Guy follows them in and begins stomping a mudhole in both while screaming reprimands at them about endangering their friendship. Eventually Bam manages to get away, rolling out of the ring and resting by the apron.

Ziggy is lifted by Bam and fired into the ropes but the cowboy catches himself, leaving Guy to fire a dropkick that catches nothing but air. As Guy pops back up, it’s only to eat a discus elbow from Ziggy who turns to meet Bam head on..BAM HAS A BRICK! HE GOES TO NAIL ZIGGY WITH IT BUT THE COWBOY DUCKS! Ziggy nails Bam with a backdrop driver! Guy has rolled ot the outside and after hesitating, Ziggy goes to follow him. He digs under the ring..

Arthur La Forge: What the hell does he have up his sleeve…a briefcase…a wand…a bag of beef jerky?

Mary DeSue: I’m gonna beef your…NO! Nevermind!

Guy approaches Ziggy who comes out from under the ring…WITH A CAT CARRIER FULL OF KITTENS! The small animals seem to terrify Guy who screeches and bolts through the crowd, disappearing in the mass of humanity as Ziggy hands the kittens off to the timekeeper, telling them to get them somewhere safe. He then hops on the apron, measuring bam and…CLINT EASTWOOD! He goes for the pin after turning Bam inside out!

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Mr. Rad: Here is your winner…and new memmmberrrr of “The Game Changers”...Ziggy Morgan!!!

Arthur La Forge: Well looks like the Game People just got the Cowboy…

Mary DeSue: I will slaughter you for this travesty Artie…

—

“Patient No. 9” By Ozzy Osbourne blares forth and after some uncertainty from the crowd, they roar in approval as Bert McAlroy steps out onto the stage dressed in a Level Up t-shirt, jeans and a leather jacket. He stares out at the audience with a smile on his face as he makes his way down the ramp, slapping outstretched hands before rolling in under the bottom rope of the ring. He signals for a microphone, soon getting it and walking to the middle of the ring.

Bert lets the music fade and signals for the audience to be quiet for a moment before lifting the microphone.

Bert McAlroy: Yo..

Instantly, the fans come unglued and cheer. The smile broadens on Bert’s face as he waves his hand, signaling for a return to silence.

Arthur La Forge: It’s the former Final Boss Champion!

Mary DeSue: Why…WHY DO WE LET HIM HAVE A MICROPHONE!

Bert McAlroy: Alright, settle down marks…see, I'm just gonna cut to it. Level Up? It’s changed in the short time I’ve been gone, feels like i’m occupying a plot with a headstone wrapped in vines and no one visits me no more…Crash already lost the title and disappeared, Duncan was fed Eli so someone could have a defense, the multiplayer gloves lost all the prestige me and the missus put on them….

He trailed off, shrugging.

Bert McAlroy: And the elephant in the room, or lockerroom? All the new faces. Diet Me in the Mechanic, the freaks from new york, some guy named Fix, the rich couple from Chicago? It’s starting to look a lot less like Level Up and a lot more like every other place. So hey, way to go Developer–oh, Trent I guess. That’s cool. Just like my time in Carnage, we only see your face when it’s to cause a car wreck..

Bert walked to the ropes, leaning over them and staring up the ramp.

Bert McAlory: but hey, who gives a crap what I think right? Like Tact likes to point out, i’m retired with injury. I can’t compete, can’t fight, i’m damaged goods…

….or at least, I was…

As the audience pops, Bert steps away from the ropes and reaches into his jacket, lifting up a bit of folded paper.

Bert McAlroy: This here, is three or four different documents from as many doctors saying that the surgery I got was a success and more importantly, and to the detriment of everyone in the back?

The smile becomes a grin.

Bert McAlroy: I’m cleared to compete…and not just compete, but whip wholesale ass like I was doing before it went to hell so hey…Game Changers? Crash? Vaughn? Shepherd? Buster? And the rest of you? Shit just got real…………..Bitch!

Bert drops the mic then as the fans scream in approval. He goes to each corner, raising his arms up and playing up the crowd before eventually heading to the back

Arthur La Forge: Bert McAlroy is back!

Mary DeSue: …I quit! I’m done! Nope!

—

EA Blizzard vs Eli Goode

The stadium lights go out leaving only the low Hawaiian twilight illuminating the venue. The opening chorus of Carry On My Wayward Son starts to play. Eli Goode makes his way down the entrance way towards the ring. When he comes into view the lights come back on and he gets a loud ovation from the crowd.

Mr. Rad: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Level Up Wrestling Courage Championship! Introducing first, from Memphis, Tennessee! Weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds! Eliiiii Goooooooode!!!

Arthur La Forge: It’s time now for the second of tonight’s title matches!

Mary DeSue: More like title mis-matches.

The moment the heavier rock starts Eli starts his walk towards the ring. When he reaches the steps, he waits until the chorus starts to play to walk up the steps. He enters the ring and poses to the audience. He closes his eyes for a few seconds. He opens his arms up to his side and a small amount of pyro shoots out around the ring.

Arthur La Forge: Our challenger here certainly has the support of the crowd here. The Level Up fans always get behind Eli Goode.

Mary DeSue: People love to cheer on losers. It makes them feel like they can achieve something even though they’re losers too.

Arthur La Forge: Pretty harsh analysis there Mary.

Mary DeSue: Don’t hold it against me for pointing out human nature.

After the pyro stops, Eli opens his eyes and smiles. He takes off the leather jacket as the music starts to fade away.

”Man Who sold the world” by David Bowie hits the PA, and the crowd boos as EA Blizzard walks out, carrying his leather briefcase.

Mary DeSue: Now here comes a real man.

EAB adjusts his tie with his free hand, before walking to the ring, pointing out the embroidered EAB initials on the case as he staves off jeers from the fans.

Mr. Rad: And his opponent! From San Diego, California! Weighing in at three hundred and twenty three pounds! He is the Level Up Wrestling Courage Champion! E! A! Blizzaaaaaaaaard!!!

Arthur La Forge: Honestly, I’m a little impressed that EAB has chosen to make his way to the ring alone and not flanked by any other members of the Game Changers.

Mary DeSue: Are you kidding Artie? You think a big boy like EA Blizzard can’t handle a waife of a boy like Eli Goode on his own? Larry and ISAAC have their own matches to be getting ready for. This is a big night for the Game Changers.

EAB climbs the steps, wiping his feet on the apron, before stepping over the ropes. He climbs to the second rope, again pointing to the initials on the case. He then sets the case down on the top turnbuckle, opens it and removes the Courage Championship belt from it. He holds the title above his head with both hands.

Arthur La Forge: And there is the prize these two men are competing for.

Mary DeSue: I don’t think competing is going to be an accurate word for what comes next.

Arthur La Forge: You’re doing Eli Goode a disservice writing him off like this Mary. Remember that Eli is an undefeated Multiplayer Champion. His loss of that title was completely out of his control.

Mary DeSue: He also had someone to carry him through those matches. Now he’s out there all on his own.

EA Blizzard steps down off the second ropes. He places the Courage Championship over his shoulder as he closes the briefcase with his free hand. He passes the briefcase to an attendant outside the ring then respectfully hands the Courage championship to the referee. The referee takes it and holds it up in the center of the ring before passing it to someone at ringside.

Arthur La Forge: We’re just about ready to get this match underway.

Mary DeSue: Is our referee really daring to check EA Blizzard for weapons? That’s insulting.

Arthur La Forge: He’s checking Eli too. Our official just wants to see a good clean contest.

The referee finishes checking the two competitors and calls for the bell.

Ding! Ding!

Arthur La Forge: Here we go.

With the match underway EA and Eli casually walk to the middle of the ring and start talking.

Arthur La Forge: These two have shared that ring on multiple occasions in their tenure here with Level Up. I’ll admit I wasn’t sure what to expect from the opening stages of this contest with two men who know each other so well but I can say I wouldn’t have guessed this.

Mary DeSue: What do you think they’re talking about?

Arthur La Forge: Well during the week EA talked about how he believes that Eli Goode is not living up to his fullest potential operating as he is now and that Eli could become much greater as part of the Game Changers.

Mary DeSue: Well that should really go without saying. Who wouldn’t be made better by keeping the company of the Game Changers?

Arthur La Forge: Well that’s debatable. Now we’ve already seen one new member earn their place in the Game Changers. Perhaps EA Blizzard is hoping to end this match by recruiting a second.

Mary DeSue: He could be. Or he could just be telling Eli how he’s going to squash him like an irritating little mosquito.

The conversation in the ring, the words of which are known only to its participants, continues for around thirty seconds with EA Blizzard growing visibly more frustrated the longer it goes on. In the end EA sighs and his shoulders slump. Eli puffs his chest in response and squares up to the man who stands two feet and three inches taller than him. Suddenly EA’s hand shoots out and grabs Eli by the crown of his head. Eli grabs EA’s arm and tries to break the grip as EA lifts Eli off the ground, single handed, by his head.

Arthur La Forge: Oh my goodness. What power.

Mary DeSue: Crush his skull like a pomegranate Blizzard!

EA holds Eli there for a second then throws him into the corner. Eli lands and stumbles. He tries to get clear but EA grabs him before he can make space and throws him back against the turnbuckle, following up with a big open hand chop.

Arthur La Forge: Wow, did you hear that Mary?

Mary DeSue: Artie everyone on this island and the next heard that chop.

In the ring Eli is clutching at his chest, pain clear on his face while EA is berating him. EA continues by landing a series of hard body shots, each time stopping to talk down to Eli. After several such shots EA grabs Eli by the throat and drags him out to the middle of the ring again. EA simply throws Eli to the ground and looks down and points at him.

Arthur La Forge: I think EA just said ‘stay down and we’ll make a man of you yet.’

Mary DeSue: That’s an offer you don’t get every day. Eli would do well to listen to a man as smart as EA.

EA then puts his boot on Eli’s chest for the pin.

One!

Kickout!

Mary DeSue: Is Eli deaf? EA just told him to stay down.

Arthur La Forge: I don’t think Eli’s kicking out has anything to do with his hearing.

EA looks annoyed as he drops to one knee and puts his forearm along Eli’s sternum, leaning on it heavily.

One!

Kickout!

Mary DeSue: What? So you think Eli’s just stupid? You think he has issues with language comprehension?

Arthur La Forge: No, it’s not that either.

EA grabs Eli by the shoulders and shakes him, slamming Eli’s back against the mat several times and shouts ‘Stay Down’ one more time, loud enough to be heard by anyone close to ringside then drops into a lateral press.

One!

Two!

Kickout!

Mary DeSue: Then explain it to me, Artie, because I don’t understand why Eli keeps kicking out.

Arthur La Forge: Because Eli Goode has a fighting spirit. He came here to become Courage Champion and he’s not going to just lay down and concede this opportunity to do that.

EA Blizzard pulls Eli to his feet but knocks him down his knees with a clubbing blow to the back. He does this a second time and a third, then he scoops Eli up and body slams him. EA hits the ropes and as he comes back drops an elbow, holding the final position for another pin attempt.

One!

Two!

Kickout!

Mary DeSue: Well fighting spirit, whatever that’s supposed to mean, isn’t going to get him anywhere. If he laid down he could lose with his head held high, knowing he went out on his own terms and coming away with a place in the Game Changers. Instead he’s just going to lose because he got beaten and he’s going to walk away with nothing.

Arthur La Forge: Don’t be so sure of that. Eli has beaten EA before and with the Courage Championship on the line he’s even more motivated than ever.

EA pulls Eli up off the mat again and sends him running into the ropes. On the rebound EA goes for a clothesline but Eli ducks under and picks up speed as he attacks the opposite ropes. Coming back he hits a low running dropkick that takes EA’s leg out from under him and drives him down to one knee. EA lashes out an arm to try to grab Eli but Eli gets out of range, regains his feet and comes back with an enziguri. The kick puts EA down on the mat and Eli scrambles into a cover, hooking the far leg.

One!

Two!

Kickout!

EA kicks out with authority, launching Eli into the air and Eli lands with a thud above EA’s head. Blizzard starts to get to his feet but is clearly shaking out cobwebs from the enziguri and Eli is quicker to regain his base. From behind EA, Eli hits a front flipping neckbreaker. Eli is quickly back to his feet again and starts laying stomps into EA.

Arthur La Forge: This is the kind of strategy Eli has to employ. If he can keep EA Blizzard on the ground it negates EA’s massive size advantage.

EA absorbs a barrage of strikes but soon decides he’s had enough of doing so. He catches one of the stomps, grabbing Eli’s boot with both hands and using it to shove Eli backwards. Eli loses his balance and falls backwards but is able to roll through and quickly get back to his feet. As EA is getting to his feet he lashes out with a rising lariat but Eli ducks under it, breaking into a run and bouncing off the ropes. EA Blizzard turns around right into a springboard hurricanrana attempt from Eli off the second rope.

Arthur La Forge: No! EA Blizzard catches him!

Mary DeSue: Eli should have known that was going to happen. He knows he’s no bigger than a below average size house pet to EA right? Did he think one kick and a few stomps was going to have been enough to rob EA of his strength?

Arthur La Forge: Well it seems Eli isn’t without his contingency plans. EA tried to hoist Eli up but Eli just backflipped out and landed on his feet.

Eli goes for another step up enziguri but this time EA ducks and the kick goes over his head. Eli lands face down. EA grabs Eli around the waist and gutwrench deadlifts him off the floor into an Atomic Drop. Eli breaks free off EA’s grip though before the move is completed and he runs the ropes. On the rebound though EA grabs him and effortlessly hoists Eli up for It Rolls Downhill. Eli floats out of it and lands behind EA. He hits a split legged low front dropkick, hitting EA in the back off each knee.

Mary DeSue: Stay still Eli damn it.

Arthur La Forge: Speed is Eli’s greatest weapon. He’s really the embodiment of what the Courage Championship is supposed to represent. Some would say much more so than our incumbent champion.

Mary DeSue: The Courage Championship is about Courage and there’s no one more courageous than one willing to make a stand to change the game.

Eli kips back to his feet. He runs past EA, hits the ropes and when he comes back he hits EA with a running low DDT. Without hesitation Eli pops back to his feet and jumps up on the top rope. He leaps off and hits a huge Frog Splash.

Arthur La Forge: Frog Splash! Eli got some incredible height on that splash! Here’s a pin!

One!

Two!

Kickout!

Mary DeSue: A two count but EA still has enough strength to throw Eli clean off of him.

EA Blizzard tries to get to his feet but it’s clear he’s suffering despite the strong kickout. Eli recovers himself and goes right back on the attack.

Arthur La Forge: Eli may not have been able to get the finish there but he knows that he has to keep on top of EA and maintain the offensive.

EA has pushed back up to his knees when Eli gets back onto him and lights up his chest with a knife edge chop, then another and another. Each one rocks EA back on his heels a little but he comes back each time beckoning Eli to hit him again. Despite the onslaught EA fights his way back up to his feet, his chest turned red and purple. Eli tries to hit another chop but EA cuts him off with a giant hand around the throat. Eli breaks the grip with a double axe handle to EA’s elbow. He doubles EA over with a kick to the gut then fires off a flurry of open hand strikes.

Arthur La Forge: Those strikes will make your brain spin.

Mary DeSue: Please. Those were nothing more than flea bites.

With EA stunned Eli goes to lift him up onto his shoulders. It doesn’t work though. EA Blizzard plants his feet and Eli stumbles away from the failed Fireman’s Carry attempt.

Mary DeSue: Ahahahahaha!!! What did Eli think he was going to do?

Arthur La Forge: I expect he was hoping to hit his Goode Bye finisher.

Mary DeSue: Well Goode Luck with that. Get it.

Arthur La Forge: Very witty Mary.

EA levels Eli with a lariat. As Eli tries to get up EA runs to the ropes and comes back with a Big Boot that levels Eli again. EA follows that up by ragdolling Eli around the ring, first with a huge biel, then a fallaway slam and then this time successfully hits It Rolls Downhill.

Mary DeSue: Look at this performance Artie. How could you suggest that EA Blizzard isn’t a fitting Courage Champion?

Arthur La Forge: He’s throwing around a man half his size Mary. What part of this are you considering courageous?

Mary DeSue: Now who’s selling Eli Goode short?

EA makes a cover with his forearm across Eli’s jaw.

One!

Two!

Kickout!

Arthur La Forge: Eli may be on the back foot but he’s not out of this yet. You know that Eli will keep fighting until the very end, courageously.

EA gutwrench deadlifts Eli off the ground for the second time in this match and this time goes right into Crunch Time!

Mary DeSue: OK well now EA has his arms firmly wrapped around Eli and he’s about to crush every bit of air and courage right out of him.

Eli starts struggling wildly, trying to push EA’s arms open or wriggle himself free but EA’s grip stays strong. Seeing that he’s in trouble the crowd redouble their cheers for Eli Goode. Despite the swell of support though Eli still can’t get free and it’s clear that the fight is draining out of him. Eli goes limp and the referee goes to grab one of his arms but as soon as he does Eli shakes him off. Eli grabs EA by the head and hits him with a headbutt to the bridge of the nose.

Arthur La Forge: Eli looked like he had lost consciousness. Perhaps he did for a second but he’s still in this, still fighting back.

EA staggers back but holds his grip. Eli headbutts him a second but EA still doesn’t let go. Eli then slaps EA in both ears. This is enough to break the hold and EA drops Eli to the mat. EA falls away clutching his ears while Eli is left on the floor gasping for air.

Arthur La Forge: Strikes to the ears like that can at the very least throw off your equilibrium. At worst they can burst your eardrums.

Mary DeSue: You think Eli Goode has the strength to burst EA Blizzard’s eardrums? Each of EA’s eardrums probably weighs more than Eli does. On the other hand EA is definitely strong enough to have cracked some of Eli’s ribs with that bearhug. That’ll slow him down.

Eli crawls over to one set of ropes while EA is leaning heavily against an adjacent set. Eli crawls under the bottom rope onto the apron then uses the ropes to pull himself up. Before EA can recover Eli springs off the top rope and hits a flying forearm smash that knocks EA to the ground. Eli, knowing EA is too close to the ropes to get a pin, tries to pull EA towards the middle of the ring but he struggles to drag the bigger man, especially when EA reaches out and grabs the bottom rope. Eli steps around EA and breaks his grip by kicking the big man in the back of the elbow. EA snatches his arm into his body and rolls over, putting himself in a perfect position for Eli to hit a double jump moonsault.

Arthur La Forge: Great moonsault by Eli Goode! He doesn’t go for the cover though. That could prove to be a mistake.

Mary DeSue: Everything Eli has done since not laying down for EA at the start of this match has been a mistake.

Eli pulls EA to his feet and for a second time he attempts to lift EA into a fireman’s carry. More hurt this time EA isn’t able to root himself down and Eli actually manages to lift EA off his feet but before he can get EA onto his shoulders Eli’s right leg gives way and he drops down to a knee. The jolt seems to reawaken EA too who lands a bunch of 3 to 9 elbows to the side of Eli’s head then slides down off his back. EA grabs Eli around the waist from behind and lifts him into an Atomic Drop. As Eli staggers forwards EA grabs him by the back of the head and the waist of his trunks and throws him through the ropes to the outside.

Mary DeSue: That’s it. EA Blizzard clearing out the trash. Eli doesn’t deserve to share a ring with him in the first place.

EA Blizzard climbs over the top rope onto the apron and back up to a corner waiting for Eli to get up. Before he can get all the way up EA takes two steps and leaps into a front flipping cannonball that wipes Eli out.

Mary DeSue: See, there you go Artie. That enough ‘courage’ for you?

EA gets back to his feet but Eli is struggling to move. EA grabs him up off the ground and hoists Eli onto his shoulder. He carries Eli around like he weighs nothing. He carries him up the ring steps then from the apron just dumps Eli back into the ring. Eli is already trying to fight back to his feet, the crowd getting behind him again, when EA climbs back in over the top rope. EA grabs Eli and hits him with a chokeslam.

Arthur La Forge: Huge impact!

Mary DeSue: Yep. This one is over.

One!

Two!

Kickout!

Arthur La Forge: No! Eli kicks out and EA Blizzard looks irritated about it.

Mary DeSue: Well wouldn’t you be irritated if you crushed a bug that was trying to leech off you and it just wouldn’t die?

EA pulls Eli up off the mat and places him in front of the turnbuckle. Eli is standing but looks out on his feet. EA climbs up to the top rope and hits a diving shoulder tackle from the top rope. He makes another cover.

One!

Two!

Kickout!

Arthur La Forge: That was a definite two and a half count off that high flying maneuver from EA Blizzard.

EA looking growingly exasperated by Eli’s refusal to stay down. He drags Eli to his feet again but-

Arthur La Forge: Small package from Eli!

One!

Two!

Thre-!

Kickout!

Arthur La Forge: Oh my god! I thought Eli had him there!

Mary DeSue: If Eli Goode had stolen a win like that this place would have rioted.

Arthur La Forge: I think you’re right but not for the reason you think you are.

EA is the first one to get back to his feet and his exasperation seems to have changed to anger at almost being caught out by Eli’s inside cradle. He lands several stomps with cruel intentions. Then he pulls Eli to his feet, gestures that the match is over and-

Arthur La Forge: Industry Standard!

Mary DeSue: OK, now this one is over.

One!

Arthur La Forge: I think the pin is academic now.

Two!

Arthur La Forge: Eli gave it a great fight but-

Three-No!

Kickout!

Arthur La Forge: Oh my god he kicked out! Eli Goode kicked out at two point nine recurring!

Mary DeSue: You can just say two point nine. You don’t have to be a math nerd about everything, Artie.

Arthur La Forge: EA Blizzard can’t believe it and I don’t think this crowd can believe it either. They’re on their feet.

A loud E-li E-li chant picks up and EA Blizzard yells at the crowd to shut up. He drags Eli, who hasn’t moved since the kick out, up off the mat and pulls him into a short arm lariat that turns Eli inside out.

Mary DeSue: Well that took the wind out of the crowd's sail.

EA drags Eli into place in front of the turnbuckle and goes back up to the top rope.

Arthur La Forge: I don’t know what EA Blizzard is planning but he looks like he’s going to try to end this in the way Courage title matches are expected to end.

Mary DeSue: Whatever it is, can you imagine the mass of EA Blizzard dropping on you? We’re not going to need a pinfall after this, we’re going to need a mop.

EA Blizzard comes off the top rope looking for a frog splash of his own but Eli Goode rolls under it and EA gets nothing but mat.

Arthur La Forge: He got out of the way! Eli Goode got out of the way!

Mary DeSue: How does he even know what state he’s in? Let alone know where an attack was coming from.

Eli uses the ropes in the corner to drag himself to his feet. This spark of life once again summons an E-li chant from the crowd. EA gets to his feet and turns. As he does Eli launches out of the corner into a Slingblade. EA recovers quickly but so does Eli and hits him with a second Slingblade. EA gets up again. Eli backs into the corner to give himself a run up and hits EA with a huge shotgun dropkick that thrusts him back into the opposite corner.

Arthur La Forge: Eli is a house of fire right here!

Eli kips back to his feet and springboards off the adjacent second rope to hit a big enziguri that catches EA in the neck. Eli follows up with rapid fire forearm strikes then he grabs EA around the waist and starts lifting him up to seat him on the top rope.

Arthur La Forge: What strength! What a Herculean feat of strength for Eli to place EA Blizzard on the top rope!

Mary DeSue: How is that even possible?

Arthur La Forge: It’s these fans! It’s his fighting spirit! It’s his courage Mary! His courage!

Eli places EA’s feet outside the ropes then grabs his head and pulls it down to bring EA across his shoulders, the big man’s weight still supported in part by the turnbuckle.

Arthur La Forge: He’s got him up! Eli’s got him up!

Still the weight and exertion to hold it up and clear across Eli’s pained determined face but he holds it then twists out, grabs EA’s head and drops!

Arthur La Forge: Goode Bye! Eli hits the Goode Bye! Here’s the cover!

Eli scrambles to get his body between EA and the ropes, hooks both legs and gets a high stack, all of his weight down on EA’s shoulders!

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding! Ding! DIng!

Arthur La Forge: He did it! Eli Goode did it!

Mr. Rad: Here is your winner and the NEEEEEEEEEEEW Level Up Courage Chaaaaaampiooooon! Eliiiiiiiii Goooooooode!!!

The crowd goes while and for a few seconds Eli is still left laying on the mat. He only gets to his feet with the help of the official who brings him his newly won Courage Championship. The official holds Eli’s hand up in victory.

Arthur La Forge: Eli Goode just took Level Up gold away from the Game Changers and you’ve got to think that can’t be going down well in the locker room right now.

Mary DeSue: It’s a setback sure, but it’s not going to happen again tonight and when the night is over the Game Changers will have the same number of championships as they came in tonight with. One of them is just getting an upgrade is all.

Arthur La Forge: More of a setback than Ziggy?!

Mary DeSue: SHUT UP ARTIE!


—

Larry Tact vs. Kat Jones

"Release me"

The two words from the PA system in the arena cause the fans in attendance, already on their feet, to react with disdain and unappreciative shouts. Kat Jones, badass Cincinnati native of ill repute methodically makes her way to the top of the ramp from the gorilla position. Her black shorts and knee high boots are more characterizing of her facial expression and attitude toward the scathing crowd, than her highly decorative top full of self expression.

"No remnants were ever found of it
Feeling the hot bile
With every fake smile
Though no evidence was ever found
It never went away completely"

As Kat walks toward the ring it’s apparent she’s already slightly seething, she’s SO ready to finally put Tact in his place after the beatings she’s received from the Game Changers in the past.

Mr Rad: The following contest is for the Power Championship, and will be contested under Power Match Rules! Introducing first, the challenger, from Cincinnati, Ohio, standing five feet, eight inches tall and weighing in at one hundred twenty four pounds, she is the "WildKat"... KAT JJOONNEESS!!!

Arthur La Forge: And the fans are behind “Wildkat” to win this one!

Mary DeSue: Why? Haven’t they enjoyed the historic reign of Larry Tact?

"I try to hide from the unholy sound of it
Another day gone
Another night's dawn"

Standing before the ring apron, Kat removes her black leather jacket, whips it behind her, releasing it and allowing it to sail toward the ramp, ultimately letting out a bloodcurdling scream, before she enters the ring and awaits Tact’s arrival.

“Pieces of Man” by Drown plays over the arena speakers as the lights cut out. Royal blue lights flicker on the stage while golden spotlights scan the crowd before focusing on Larry Tact at the top of the stage with the Power Championship around his waist. He opens his arms and puffs out his chest, soaking in the crowd’s reaction before bellowing and making his way down the ramp, the spotlight following him.

Mr Rad: And her opponent…from Manhattan, New York, weighing in at 260 pounds…he is the Power Champion…LARRRRRYYYY TACT!!

Arthur La Forge: Here he is. Leader of the Game Changers…unless Ziggy wins a popularity contest.

Mary DeSue: Artie! Shut up!

As he walks, Larry critiques some fans at ringside with petty insults before arriving to the ring, glaring at his opposition. He pulls himself up using the ropes and walks slowly along the apron before wiping his boots and entering the ring. He stares down Kat from across the ring, then unbuckles his Power Championship and holds it aloft in front of her. Kat lashes out but Tact moves backwards and chuckles at her. He then hands the belt to Ref Kirby who raises the belt into the air, and calls for the bell!

Arthur La Forge: This is going to be anything but a technical match between these two!

Mary DeSue: Yeah. They hate each other as much as I hate you.

Arthur La Forge: Oh…oh…okay…

Living up to her name, Kat is definitely wild as she leapfrogs over the ref, who was disposing of the belt, and takes down Tact with a Lou Thez press! Tact isn’t prepared for the sudden offense, and all of a sudden Jones is on top of him raining down rights and lefts like it’s a goddamn Oprah talk show - you get a punch, he gets a punch, even THEY get a punch!! Kat is really laying into Tact, but he grabs her by the neck and starts choking her! Jones grabs at Tact’s grip but she can’t free herself. Tact stands up, hauling up Jones with him. He takes her over to the ropes, then choke-throws her over the top, sending her crashing to the outside!

Arthur La Forge: And Kat goes flying out to the ringside area.

Mary DeSue: To many people be surfing the crowd tonight as it is!

Tact follows Kat to the outside. As he lands Kat lunges at him again but he predicts her movements and delivers a knee square to her chin! Kat recoils, clutching her mouth in agony. Blood begins to trickle out of the corner of her mouth, signaling that her teeth definitely came into contact with her tongue there! But Tact isn’t done. He grabs Kat’s head and brings it down to his knee level, drilling another knee into her, this time right into his throat! Kat is gasping desperately for air at this point. Tact, though, doesn’t intend to let her get her bearings. A swift kick to the gut doubles Kat over, and Tact hooks both her arms…DOUBLE UNDERHOOK PILEDRIVER ON THE OUTSIDE! Tact makes a cover, looking to retain his title early.

ONE!


TWO!

Kat just gets a shoulder up, rocked already.

Arthur La Forge: And Tact almost had it in the bag.

Mary DeSue: Yeah…squirmy bag she is.

Tact stands up and immediately begins stomping directly on Kat’s jaw, which is now completely red with blood. Kat looks like some kind of horror movie demon woman, though she looks completely woozy now given the impact of her head with the outside. Seemingly feeling bad for her, Ref Kirby tries to get in between to look if Kat can continue, but Tact simply grabs him and tosses him right into the crowd! He turns back to see Kat crawling on her hands and knees. He smirks, then lines her up…RUNNING PUNT TO THE HEAD! NO! Kat moves out of the way at the last second. Tact whips around to see Kat on an unsteady base. He charges at her but catches a superkick for his trouble! .Tact is staggered, and Kat follows it up with an enziguri which sends him to the ground!

Arthur La Forge: Kick to the face!

Mary DeSue: You enjoy this way to much.

The last-gasp combo gives Kat some time to recover. She is slow to her feet, spitting blood out onto the outside padding as she does so. Tact is up just as soon as she is, and the two start trading blows again. Kat manages to duck under a right hand from Tact and deliver a nasty BITCHSLAP right to his face! Tact smirks and Kat gives him the middle finger salute! However as she does so, Tact grabs her head and RAMS it right into the steel post! Kat’s eyes are glassy as Tact takes her down into the powerbomb position. He lifts her up into a torture rack, and POWERBOMBS HER RIGHT ONTO THE APRON - TACTILISER!! Ref Kirby finally returns from the crowd, and makes the count.

ONE!


TWO!


Kat kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: The WIldkat has nine lives cause she’s still not staying down long enough for Larry to clench this!

Mary DeSue: I clench my fist up your butt if you don’t knock it off!

The force required to kick out causes further agony for Kat, who feels a familiar pain in her upper back. Tact gets down to her level and starts screaming at her that she’ll NEVER be on his level. EVER. The champion then makes his way over to the announcer’s table and grabs his Power Championship. He then demands a microphone from the timekeeper who, out of fear for his own life, obeys. Tact then heads back to Kat and pulls her up by the throat with his free hand, title slung over one shoulder.

Arthur La Forge: Looks like Jason Ryan isn’t the only one sending a message tonight.

Mary DeSue: Yeah, and this message is to back off!

Larry Tact: I hope your brother is watching this, Kat.

The crowd boos loudly.

Larry Tact: Now’s the time to give up.

In response, Kat spits blood right into Tact’s face! He recoils and Kat manages to snatch the title away from him. She spins around as he charges at her and CLOCKS him with the title belt! Kat takes a moment to recover, then looks at the Power Championship for a moment, just imagining what could be. She looks over at Tact, then gets an idea. She bends down and wraps the title belt around Tact’s head! Kat straps it tight, then drills a couple of elbows into the top of Tact’s head. She heaves him up, then bounces his head right off the ring apron! Kat hooks his head, FREAKED OUT! Cover!

ONE!


TWO!


Tact kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: She almost had him! Come on Kat! Don’t give up!

Mary DeSue: The Bias! Aren’t you supposed to be impartial?

Arthur La Forge: You know what…I have put up with a lot of crap over the past year and a half and I am gonna say this directly to your face. They’re trash. The whole lot of them. They need to all grow up and realize life doesn’t work out their way just by forcing it to happen!

Mary DeSue: You live in a fantasy world Artie.

Kat pounds the mat in frustration that she couldn’t get the job done. She mounts Tact and pegs him with some more rights and lefts, then she stands up and pulls Tact along by the legs. She sets him up for a slingshot, right into the STEEL POST! The impact finally causes the championship to fall from around Tact’s head but the impact is nasty nonetheless. As Tact is laid out Kat starts rooting around under the ring. To the crowd’s delight she produces a TABLE! The fans are going wild as Kat begins setting up the wooden table on the outside of the ring, where most of the match has taken place.

Arthur La Forge: Tables. The second most used piece of furniture in professional wrestling!

Mary DeSue: This is not what’s meant by reserving a table!


Kat heaves Tact up, and hooks his arm and leg…LOOKING FOR A FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE! NO!! Tact manages to block it with his foot. Kat pounds on his back and tries again, but AGAIN Tact blocks the suplex attempt. Then Tact uses his strength, looking for a suplex of his own onto the floor…but Kat uses the momentum to flip over and land on her feet! Kat nails Tact with a roundhouse kick that rocks him, almost causing him to fall back onto the table. Kat charges forward but Tact grabs her around the neck, looking for an URUNAGE SUPLEX! NO! Kat manages to elbow out of it. She lands back on her feet, this time she charges towards Tact but takes a different route, running up on the apron and looking to take him down with a CROSSBODY! NO! TACT CATCHES HER AND SPINEBUSTERS HER THROUGH THE TABLE!! Tact covers!

ONE!


TWO!

THR-NO!!

Kat just gets a shoulder up! [/i]

Arthur La Forge: Gonna have to try harder than that Larry!

Mary DeSue: Stay down Kat! Have some sense!

Tact rolls up and after taking a breather begins looking underneath the ring. He locates what he’s looking for, a steel chair! But he’s not done, producing a handful of barbed wire to go along with it. Staring Kat down, Tact starts wrapping the barbed wire around the steel chair, creating a seriously dangerous weapon. Kat is on her hands and knees as Tact grabs her and slings her under the bottom rope. The two wrestlers finally get back into the ring, and Tact raises the steel chair over his head, bringing it down on Kat’s back! The metal tears at her exposed back and Kat screams in pain.

Arthur La Forge: That dirty rotten…

Mary DeSue: Careful Artie you might start cursing…

Arthur La Forge: …Mary…Politely…KISS MY A[BLEEP]!!

Mary DeSue:...

Tact then walks over to the corner and shoves the chair in between the top and middle turnbuckle. He heaves up Kat and whips her across the ring…BUT NO SHE REVERSES IT! TACT GOES SAILING RIGHT INTO THE BARBED WIRE CHAIR HEAD-FIRST! His head gets stuck in the chair and he stumbles backwards, right into a CRADLE DDT - KAT-ASTROPHE!! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

NO!! TACT GOT HIS SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!

Arthur La Forge: What’s it gonna take to put this guy away?!

Mary DeSue:...

Arthur La Forge: What?!

Mary DeSue: I’m debating about where to bury you.

Kat can’t believe it and neither can the Level Up fans! Kat lets out a scream of frustration, scaring Kirby who was standing right there. But she takes a moment to refocus as blood begins trickling from a scratch across Tact’s head. Kat smells blood in the water and grabs the barbed-wire chair. She starts grinding it over Tact’s head like a cheese grater!

Arthur La Forge: Hey Tact! Maybe after this you can be a spokesperson for Kraft!

Mary DeSue: You’re mouth is about to get you in trouble Artie.

The gruesome sight causes a few fans in the audience to cover their mouths, but Kat has never been one for formalities. Suddenly her face lights up and she drops the chair. Tact is rolling around on the mat clutching his mangled forehead. He looks up only to see Kat looking down at him…WITH SOME HANDCUFFS IN HER HAND! She grins devilishly at him as Tact begins to regret his life choices. He backs away but Kat closes the distance.between them. Tact kicks out but Kat brings the chair down onto his knee! Seizing the opportunity, she tries to handcuff him to the ropes, just like the Game Changers did to her!

Arthur La Forge: Turnabout is fair play right Mary?

Mary DeSue: …It is…I just reminded myself I need a new pair.


She gets one cuff around Tact’s wrist, then tries to fasten the other one to the rope, but out of desperation Tact pulls back on his cuffed hand and causes the cuffs to slip out of her grasp! Tact tries to worm his way out of her range but Kat is on him! She connects with a mule kick then whips him to the corner. She charges in and connects with a vicious clothesline! But as she tries to pull away she realizes something…HER HAND IS CUFFED TO TACT’S!

Arthur La Forge: Oh no…

Mary DeSue: Uh oh!

Kat looks at the cuffs in shock and Tact takes advantage of her stunned state, pulling her forward by the handcuffs and drilling her with an UNAGE SUPLEX ONTO THE BARBED WIRE CHAIR! Pulling back on the cuffs with his free hand, Tact grinds his boot into Kat’s head, drilling it into the barbed wire! He then pulls her up and wraps the handcuffs around her throat, LOCKING IN LARRY’S THRONE!!

Arthur La Forge: Kat! You gotta get out of there!

Mary DeSue: Give up! There is no shame in it!

Because of the way her own arm is caught in the handcuffs, Kat is almost choking herself out, and there’s no possible escape - she can’t even go for a rope break with her feet! Tact wrenches back on her neck with one hand and the other pulling her own arm back against her. Kat’s face starts to turn blue as she flails around with her arms. She tries to elbow Tact with her free arm but he won’t budge. Tact then quickly stands up, pulling her back to the turnbuckle with the handcuffs…TACTFUL SURRENDER! THE TEQUILA SUNRISE SPIKES KAT’S HEAD OFF THE BARBED WIRE CHAIR! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

NO!! KAT IS STILL IN THIS!!


…BUT SHE KICKS OUT RIGHT INTO ANOTHER STEINER RECLINER!

Arthur La Forge: Someone stop the damn match before he breaks her windpipe!

Mary DeSue: Safety word is said! Uncle! Uncle!


LARRY’S THRONE IS IN! KAT IS FADING! Tact is pulling for his life this time, and then transitions into a rear naked choke, and then a Jigoku Jime judo submission! Kat’s arms and legs are trapped by Larry and he uses his free arm to wrap the cuffs around Kat’s neck once again.

She fights as hard as she can…

Tact’s face is screwed up in aggression…

Slowly but surely the life begins to fade from Kat’s eyes…

Ref Kirby reaches over to grab her hand…

He lifts it up, and it falls…

Twice…

He lifts it up for a third time and it falls…

TO THE MAT!!

DING DING DING!!

Mr Rad: Here is your winner by way of Technical Knockout…ANDDDD STILLL POWER CHAMPION…LARRRYYYYYY TACT!!

Arthur La Forge: Damn that bastard! Damn him to hell!

Mary DeSue: Calm down Artie!

Ref Kirby and some security immediately swarm to help unlock the handcuffs and free Kat from the submission. She lays there motionless as the bloody Tact snatches his Power Championship from the timekeeper. He staggers over and holds the title over her as medics tell him to back up.

Arthur La Forge: I will not calm down! I will not stay silent! And I am not gonna stop speaking out against these vile vermin! They all need to be stopped!

Mary DeSue: Well you can’t do it so why don’t you just shut up!


Tact gingerly walks away, his head still bleeding like a faucet, as medical staff continue to work on Kat. Having made his way up the ramp, Tact smirks and raises his championship into the air before disappearing backstage.

Arthur La Forge: Folks we will update you on Kat and everyone else whose been beat to hell and back tonight on our website!

Mary DeSue: Chill out Artie…you’re going to give yourself heatstroke.


—

Duncan Shepard vs. ISAAC vs. Jack Sullivan vs. Catalina Cortes vs. Sloane Taylor

The face of Mr. Rad appears on the screen as it's now time for the main event.

Mr. Rad: This match is the SKELETON KEY match for the Final Boss Championship! The stipulation will change with every elimination, and the first fall will be OVER-THE-TOP ROPE!

"Judas" by Fozzy plays and the lights go out. A white spotlight searches the building until it fixes on ISAAC - atop the screen - black hood up with arms out to his side. He then steps forward and a zip line takes him to the ring. He lands and sits dead center, legs crossed.

Mr. Rad: Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 285 pounds, representing the Game Changers....ISAAC!

Arthur La Forge: This is the biggest match in ISAAC's Level Up career, one where he's beaten the likes of Centurion and others. He's grown tremendously from where he started.

Mary DeSue: And since he's a Game Changer, I think he's the guy who's going to WIN!

Arthur La Forge: We would never hear the end of it from Larry Tact, that's for sure.

“Out of the Black” kicks in over the arena PA system as the lights dim down to near darkness. After a beat a spotlight appears on the stage, where Jack Sullivan stands with her back to the crowd. She has a studded leather vest over her ring gear: black tights with green, purple, and white stripes down the sides and across the chest of her tank top that showed off her abs.

Mr. Rad: Next, from Brookfield, Wisconsin, weighing in at 200 pounds...JACK SULLIVAN!

After a few more moments the young competitor starts to make her way down towards the ring, yelling to the crowd to demand they pay attention to what a real talent looks like in the ring. She then dashes down the ramp, sliding into the ring before moving to climb to the top turnbuckle to continue her taunting, only pausing when her music begins to quiet so she can turn her attention to the center of the ring.

Mary DeSue: Okay you talk about growth, but Jack's wrestling for the Final Boss title in only her second PPV!

Arthur La Forge: When you're right, you're right. Even if she doesn't win tonight, just being here is a huge accomplishment!

Mary DeSue: Yeah, but you know she won't be satisfied with that.

An alarm blares through the arena, splitting ears and making faces wince. The RadTron flashes: !!!NEW CHALLENGER APPROACHING!!!



POP/STARS vs MEGALOVANIA by Dj Cutman kicks in, an unholy marriage of club-pop and chiptune, as the flash morphs into the name CATALINA CORTES, the O replaced by a public domain version of Litten for the sake of avoiding legal complications.

Catalina Cortes steps through the curtain, be-hoodied in metallic red, with RUDO emblazoned on the back. Her ring gear is a nightmarish swirl of orange and black, the only decipherable symbols being the URL for @supersmashcat and a C for Carnage Wrestling on the right knee pad(specifically her Kinshasa-ing knee). She fires a knee strike into the air, facing them camera, and yanks the hood down to unleash a mess of bleach-blond hair, the left side tied into braids that meet a ponytail in the back.

[Mr. Rad: Next, from Pasadena, California, weighing in at 119 pounds...CATALINA CORTES!

Her walk to the ring is quick and eager, ending with a dash up the ring steps. One arm hooks under the top rope, leaving the other free to assist with a dramatic hair flip and accompanying smirk. Bounding off the bottom rope, Catalina backflips over the top to land on her feet in the ring, before dropping to one knee and welcoming any accompanying adulation.

Arthur La Forge: Catalina Cortes was the final Carnage Wrestling World Champion, then took a year off. And now she's challenging for another top title.

Mary DeSue: I don't like her. Her Twitch has more subscribers than mine.

Arthur La Forge: You don't even game!

Mary DeSue: So? It's not like Twitch is a gaming site!

Arthur La Forge: THAT'S ALL IT IS!

Multi-color lights flash over the stage settling on pink, Sloane emerging from the back full of energy and all smiles. She stops on the stage and looks around her at the crowd, taking it all in before starting off down the ramp.

Mr. Rad: Next, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 121 pounds...SLOANE TAYLOR!

She greets the crowd, slapping hands and posing for quick selfies with the fans before rushing the ring. Sloane slides in under the bottom rope and springs to her feet, dancing around the ring and playing to the crowd, hyping them until her music ends.

Arthur La Forge: Sloane Taylor showed up and immediately qualified for a Final Boss title match.

Mary DeSue: Her third match! What was the Developer thinking?

Arthur La Forge: He was thinking that he should stack the main event with as much talent as possible.

Mary DeSue: Then this would have all of the Game Changers!

Blue and white lights flash around the arena. Duncan Shepard walks out onto the stage. He stops and dances like your Dad for a while before jogging down to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope.

Mr. Rad: And now, he is YOUR Final Boss Champion, from London, England, weighing in at 246 pounds...Commander DUNCAN SHEPARD!

When he gets to his feet he uses his hand as a pistol and shoots it into the crowd. Once he's done a full 360 his blows the smoke from the barrel, holsters it, then pumps his fist into the air.

Arthur La Forge: Duncan Shepard is on an unprecedented run right now, completely undefeated for 2022.

Mary DeSue: Undefeated streaks have to end sometime!

Arthur La Forge: And it might end tonight, as this will be his toughest test so far.

Mr. Rad: The first stipulation…Is over the top rope elimination!

The bell rings and all five competitors waste no time going at it. Jack Sullivan immediately hits Duncan Shepard with a forearm. ISAAC kicks Sloane in the abdomen to double her over. Catalina Cortes wisely slides out under the bottom rope, as you can't get thrown over the top if you're hanging around on the floor. ISAAC continues to hit Sloane with a series of knees to the midsection. Jack continues to brawl with Shepard, battering him about with strikes. Both ISAAC and Jack throw their current opponents into the ropes. Shepard comes back with a clothesline on Sullivan. Sloane ducks a clothesline attempt from ISAAC then catches him with a headscissors takedown that makes him slide to the outside!

Arthur La Forge: Slide to the outside! Not over the top rope!

Mary DeSue: Gee…it’s almost as if we have a whole main event pay per view a few months ago that was all about this.

As Jack gets up from the clothesline, Duncan rushes forward and knocks her back down wit ha shoulder block. Both ISAAC and Jack roll out of the ring, leaving Sloane and Duncan in the center. The rivalry is renewed as Shepard immediately grabs Sloane and attempts to throw her out! Taylor stops the elimination by placing a foot on the middle rope and backflipping behind Shepard. He turns around and they stare each other down. Duncan charges at Sloane, who side-steps him and he nails a returning Cortes in the face with a forearm to knock her down. Sloane then hits her with a dropkick when she gets back up and Cortes rolls back outside to regroup. Duncan then runs to eliminate Sloane who BACKDROPS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE! BUT HE LANDS ON THE APRON!

Arthur La Forge: A precarious position for the Final Boss!

Mary DeSue: Here comes that end to that undefeated streak!

Jack Sullivan is right there and tries to secure the elimination by yanking Duncan off the apron, but he kicks her in the head before getting back inside. However Jack is back up and grabs his ankles, yanking him under the bottom rope as they begin to brawl. Meanwhile, Sloane runs out to the other side and hits a suicide dive THROUGH the ropes to land on ISAAC, forcing him to collide with the barricade! She slides back inside and dares ISAAC to come back inside. The largest athlete in the match does so and she runs and hits him with a low dropkick to the knees. The Final Girl has no problem battling monsters, so when he doesn't go down, she hits another one. He still won't go down so she runs and hits a moonsault kick off of him, similar to SEB! She then jumps up and hits him with a standing enziguri! This causes the giant to stumble and fall against the ropes. Sloane immediately runs over and grabs a leg, hoping to dump him over.

Arthur La Forge: Issac may seem like the easy one to eliminate if you can get rid of his vertical base, but he’s a fighter!

Mary DeSue: Of course he’s a fighter. He wouldn’t be in the GC if he wasn’t!

ISAAC turns around hits her with an ugly clothesline, which causes her to hit the mat hard and roll outside. ISAAC isn't finished yet, so he also goes through the ropes to follow. Sloane starts to get up and ISAAC hits ANOTHER huge clothesline on the floor that flattens her! Meanwhile, Duncan and Cortes have entered the ring, with Cat stomping away at the FInal Boss Champion as he tries to get up. She adds a right hand, then an Irish Whip. As Shepard comes back, she gets an arm drag! He gets up and runs and she ducks her head for a back drop, but Shepard gets a kick in. He then runs to the ropes again but Cortes follows with a knee to the gut. He then grabs Cortes and attempts to throw her over the top, but she grabs the ropes to stop and hits a mule kick to the knee to force him back. She turns around and Shepard HITS THE KROGAN HANDSHAKE! Cortes spills through the ropes to the floor. ISAAC and Jack are now brawling while Cortes lands near Sloane and Duncan stands alone in the ring.

Arthur La Forge: A break for the champ!

Mary DeSue: So as long as he’s not thrown over the ropes he can still get a chance to keep his title. Smart move.

Jack gets away from ISAAC and throws Sloane in the ring, where Duncan is waiting. Jack gets inside and joins the two. Shepard puts Sloane in the corner and begins to hit her with a series of right hands. Jack breaks that up and shoves Duncan, not wanting to be ignored. Duncan hits her with a right hand and then Sloane comes out of the corner and hits him with a chop. ack hits Duncan with a chop of her own and Sloane returns fire with a forearm to Jack. Duncan and Jack then grab Sloane and throw her into the ropes. As she comes back, they both hit a double back elbow to knock her down. Duncan then runs and attempts a clothesline on JAck, who ducks it, bounces off the ropes and hits a SICK KICK! She immediately tries to throw Duncan out, but he latches onto the ropes and refuses to go over. Jack slaps him in the back of the head in frustration then turns her attention to the smaller Sloane Taylor.

Arthur La Forge: Careful rookie! She’s not a good idea to mess with!

Mary DeSue: Eh she’s gotta learn sometime.

Sloane gets up and Jack immediately grabs her and hits a neckbreaker. She runs off the ropes, hoping to hit something else, but ISAAC is back on the outside and yanks her under the bottom rope. The Game Changer tosses Jack effortlessly, back-first into the barricade, then puts her on the apron. As she starts to stand up, he runs and clotheslines her legs from the floor, causing her to flip forward and smack face-first on the apron! ISAAC then goes into the ring where Sloane is beginning to get up again. ISAAC grabs her with ease and hits a suplex! He then begins to hit her with a series of knee strikes while she is prone. ISAAC gets back up and adds a stomp for good measure.

Arthur La Forge: Issac is starting to dissect his opponents in this match.

Mary DeSue: All part of brains and brawn bae…

ISAAC waits for Sloane to pull herself up in the corner before delivering more knees. He then begins to hoist her up over the ropes but she wraps her limbs around the top, refusing to let go. So instead ISAAC takes a few steps back and hits a knee lift while she's wrapped around the top rope, hoping to knock her off. It does, but she falls back into the ring. So ISAAC lifts er up and attempts a German Suplex, but SLOANE lands on her feet! ISAAC turns around and Taylor catches him with a superkick! ISAAC is wobbly and suddenly Duncan is back with a BIOTIC CHARGE! The move lays out the giant but pinfalls don't count right now! Sloane is bac up and once again stares down Shepard. She runs and ducks a lariat attempt, comes over the ropes and tumbles over his attempted backdrop, then grabs him and hits a jawbreaker! Duncan still hasn't gone down so she runs and springboards off the ropes with a pele kick!

Arthur La Forge: OOF! Right in the Schnoz!

Mary DeSue: That will disorient the hell out of you!

As Sloane gets back up, suddenly Jack is back in the ring and boots her in the face! Taylor picks herself up in the corner and Jack runs in with a clothesline. Jack throws Sloane into the opposite corner and charges in, but Sloane gets the knees up. As Jack staggers back, Sloane hops up to the middle rope and jumps off, catching Jack with a springboard knee strike! Cat comes in while Sloane is distracted and gets hit with a jawbreaker! Sloane tries to throw Cat into the corner but gets reversed. Cat comes in and Sloane gets the knees up, but Cortes catches them and dumps Sloane over the top rope! Sloane lands on the apron and Cortes tries a spear to knock her to the floor, only for Sloane to move and get a kneelift. She then grabs the head of Cat and slams it onto the top turnbuckle, before taking a step back and hitting a rope-assisted enziguri! Cortes falls backwards and Sloane is safe for now. She leaps onto the top rope and springboards in with a clothesline!

Arthur La Forge: This constant teetering is giving me anxiety!

Mary DeSue: I thought that was Demi and Dollface earlier…

Cat gets up and is near the ropes and Sloane sees her chance. As Cat gets up Sloane moves over and hits the SEEING STARS! She then turns around to run off the ropes and send her out of the ring, but is CAUGHT WITH A SPEAR FROM ISAAC! The impact makes Sloane do a back flip! ISAAC picks her up and throws Sloane over the top rope, but once again she hangs onto the apron. She gets back up and catches ISAAC with a kick, forcing him to stumble back. She the top rope and prepares to springboard back in...AND SUDDENLY JACK GRABS HER ANKLE AND YANKS HER TO THE FLOOR! The crowd boos as Jack Sullivan has eliminated Sloane in an underhanded way!

Mr. Rad: SLOANE TAYLOR is eliminated! The match will now become a tables match!

Taylor sits on the floor and is clearly upset with herself. She takes a moment and heads to the back on her own, with the Level Up audience applauding her efforts. Jack waves as she leaves, adding insult to injury.

Arthur La Forge: Oh…she didn’t learn from her encounter with Trent at all.

Mary DeSue: Heh. She’s gonna get it later.

Everyone immediately grabs tables and shoves them into the ring, and all four remaining fighters get inside and stare each other down. The match breaks down again, as Jack Sullivan goes after Duncan Shepard and Catalina Cortes avoids strikes from ISAAC. Cat attempts more strikes on ISAAC but he hits her with a headbutt to end that. Meanwhile, Jack gets the upper hand in her brawl and forces Shepard into the corner. Duncan reverses and begins to hit a series of kicks to the ribcage, while ISAAC delivers clubbing blows to Cat in another corner. Jack reverses again and hits a hard right hand to the face, while ISAAC hits a kneelift on Cat. The brawl continues as Jack begins to hit a series of punches on Duncan until he's in a sitting position, then backs up and hits him with a running knee. Meanwhile, ISAAC chokes down Cortes. Jack picks up Duncan and begins to pull him towards the center, but suddenly ISAAC runs over and double clotheslines them both to the mat!

Arthur La Forge: And the big man makes his dominance felt!

Mary DeSue: I’d like him to establish Dominance…

ISAAC then goes to work on his opponents, having got his second win. He picks up Sullivan and drops her down hard with a body slam. Then he simply grabs Duncan as he stands up and BIELS him across the ring with little effort. Cat gets up and is immediately lifted up into a gorilla press before slamming her back down. Duncan gets up and gets the exact same treatment, dropped right next to Cortes. Jack gets up but before she can even attempt offense, ISAAC headbutts her back down. ISAAC moves back to choke Cat as she sits in the corner when suddenly Sullivan hops on his back and begins to rake at the eyes and choke him! That doesn't last long, unfortunately, as ISAAC drops back and squashes her in the center of the ring.

Arthur La Forge: OOF! I think he just took five years off of Jack’s career!

Mary DeSue: Eh…it’d be after she turned thirty anyway.

ISAAC gets back up and stands tall among the rest of the combatants, and he begins to try to set up tables. Before he can, Cat is back up and hits a series of kicks, finishing off with the Blaze Kick! ISAAC stumbles backward, then retaliates with a SPEAR! As he gets back up, Duncan charges in and ISAAC grabs the Final Boss Champion for a Headhunter, only for Sullivan to walk up and BLATANTLY HIT A LOW BLOW! She then grabs the arm of the giant and hits a ripcord knee to the jaw! Duncan gets up and adds a KROGAN HANDSHAKE! Cat gets up and hits ANOTHER BLAZE KICK! ISAAC goes down and rolls to the outside resting on the announce table. Sullivan follows and grabs a chair and then BLASTS ISAAC ACROSS THE SKULL! Duncan slides out and grabs his Final Boss Championship, running and hitting ISAAC in the face! ISAAC is KO'd and falls on top of the announce table. SUDDENLY CATALINA CORTES COMES FLYING OFF THE TOP WITH THE SILVER ARROW THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!!!

Mr. Rad: ISAAC has been eliminated! The next fall is FIRST BLOOD RULES.

ISAAC may have broken most of Cat's fall but the two are laying in a smashed announce table. She rolls off of him and tries to recover while Shepard and Sullivan both slide back into the ring with their chosen weapons.

Arthur La Forge: ISSAC has been eliminated and now we have First Blood!

Mary DeSue: So whoever bleeds first gets gone…GIRLS!!! MAKE HIM FEEL OUR PAIN!

The two run at each other and Sullivan's weapon has more reach, so she smacks the belt out of Duncan's hands. But Duncan hits a toe kick to the abdomen to make her drop her chair and it's a fair fight again. She goes for a haymaker and he catches it, then hooks the arm and hits a short-arm lariat. He goes for the chair and makes a wild swing with it, but she ducks! She manages to actually scoop Duncan up into a fireman's carry and hits THE EXTINCTION! She gets up and looks a quick weapon, and pulls some sort of sharp item out of her boot! She slams it down at Duncan's face, attempting to cut him open and he just catches it! He shoves her off him and she staggers backward, where Catalina Cortes jumps on her shoulders and hits the CATA-RANA! Sullivan gets up, caught off guard and Cat grabs the Final Boss title and runs at Sullivan, SLAMMING IT INTO HER FACE!

Arthur La Forge: Cat’s going for the old Golden Plate to the Forehead trick!

Mary DeSue: A good way to get a good bit of noticeable blood is a cut to the forehead.

Sullivan is still not bleeding yet and Shepard is down, so Cortes has her pick of who to attack next. She gets a very nasty idea and opens up the chair. She places Sullivan's head into it, with her face against the back. Cortes then takes a few steps back and HITS THE MARLOWE MASSACRE! Cortes puts her own body at risk again and immediately rolls away from the wreck holding her knee. The referee checks Sullivan....

AND SHE'S BLEEDING!

Mr. Rad: JACK SULLIVAN has been eliminated! The final fall of the match will be a STREET FIGHT!

Cortes pulls herself up in the corner and attempts to shake out the pain in her knee. Shepard also gets up and holds his neck from the moves that Sullivan hit him with. Sullivan, meanwhile, rolls out of the ring and scowls at the pair of them, but is more concerned with stopping the blood coming from her busted open eyebrow, with her eye immediately swelling. She staggers to the back, cursing under her breath.

Arthur La Forge: Jack Sullivan may be gone, but I think Cat paid the price for that win.

Mary DeSue: Who cares! Street Fight! HADO FIN!!!...right?

Arthur La Forge: You know. You try. And that’s what matters.

Duncan and Cortes stare each other down and meet in the center of the ring. Duncan attempts a BIOTIC CHARGE but Cat kicks him with her good leg and he goes down hard. He climbs back up and Cat hits a headbutt of her own, making sure to protect herself and keep her leg away. She sets up one of the tables in the corner and grabs Duncan, but he reverses and bounces her head off of it! He grabs her and tries for REAPER'S BAN....NO! CORTES REVERSES! She tries for CATA-CLYSM, but Duncan spins out of it. He goes for a Krogan Handshake but Cat responds with a jumping knee! She uses the bad knee to do it and cries out in pain, but it's enough to rattle the champion. He drops to his knees and she takes a step back and HITS THE MARLOWE MASSACRE! She rolls off immediately, grabbing at her leg, before scooting over and laying on top of Shepard for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR---NO!! SHEPARD KICKS OUT!

Arthur La Forge: We almost had a new champion!

Mary DeSue: And I almost had someone to despise cause it’s not a Game Changer…

Cortes slowly lifts up Shepard and forces him back into the corner. She takes a step back and hobbles towards him but he gets the leg up. Duncan rushes forward and grabs her into a Neural Shock. He tries for the Overload but Cat's leg go out and she drops down, inadvertently escaping. Duncan, frustrated, lifts her up in position for Overload again, but she steps onto the ropes and pushes off to back flip onto his shoulders and then FLIPS BACKWARD WITH THE CATA-RANA! ANOTHER COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE--

NO! SHEPARD BARELY GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!

Arthur La Forge: So close!

Mary DeSue: Like you getting to first base.

Arthur La Forge: There are no bases in curling…

Mary DeSue: Did you just…Did I just get Canadian Insulted?

Cortes rolls off, exhausted and clutching at her leg again. She has to use the ropes to stand as it's clear it's giving her a lot of trouble. Duncan starts to get up too and she hooks his head into a front face-look, and it seems she's ready to hit the CATA-CLYSM, but suddenly Duncan shoves her off and kicks her in the bad wheel! She drops down immediately and Duncan backs up into the ropes and HITS THE BIOTIC CHARGE! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE---NO!!!! CAT KICKS OUT!

Arthur La Forge: Duncan is running out of options on how to take out Cat!

Mary DeSue: Try Ranch…it usually makes Catalina useless.

Duncan is beside himself and gets up, stomping down hard on the bad leg of Cortes in a rare unsportsmanlike move. He lifts her up and she struggles to stand on one leg, so he hooks her in position for the Reaper's Bane. He lifts her up but she wriggles free, and counters into the CATA-CYLSM....NO! DUNCAN KICKS HER IN THE KNEE AGAIN, THEN SCOOPS HER UP AND DOWN INTO THE REAPER'S BANE! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!!!

THREEE!!!!!

Mr. Rad: HERE is your winner and STILLLLLLLL THE FINAL BOSS CHAMPION.....DUNCAN SHEPARD!

Arthur La Forge: He did it! This is the second time Duncan Shepard has won this match and his undefeated streak continues!

Mary DeSue: Damn…All four competitors really took it to him, but he still won. Shoot!

Duncan Shepard is given his belt and clutches it to his chest, all too aware of how close he came to losing it. Cortes rolls out of the ring and refuses the aid of the medical team. choosing to limp back on her own. Shepard stares out at the person he just narrowly beat and then holds his belt closer as the show draws to a close.
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