EXP 29 Results - August 2nd, 2022 (Milwaukee, Wisconsin)

We fade in on the outside of the UW-Milwaukee Panther Arena in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. We quickly fade into the inside of the arena as the RADDrone flies around and we see the fans variety of colorful signs.



The drone flies around for a bit longer till landing right in front of the announcers table. We see there, as always, are Arthur La Forge and Mary DeSue. Arthur is wearing his Captain N Letterman's Jacket and Mary is cosplaying as Sypha Belnades from Castlevania


Arthur La Forge: Welcome nerds, geeks, and everything in between to the Twenty Ninth Episode of Level Up Wrestling's EXP! As always, I'm Arthur La Forge and with me here at the announcers table is "The Streaming Sensation" Mary DeSue!

Mary DeSue: And as always I am annoyed that this section of the show feels like the longest ever. So Artie just run down the card so we can get out of here. I got a charity stream I'm doing after this show and I want a edi...lunchbreak!

Arthur La Forge: Understandable Miss Mary and it's a packed card as always. We got two singles matches. Paul Freedom taking on Amber Payne in the opening bout, followed by Eli "That Damn" Goode taking on "The Dreamkiller" Jason Ryan.

Mary DeSue: Wow only separating Payne and Ryan by one match. Trent's asking for trouble again.

Arthur La Forge: Then we got "The Royals", Paul Montuori and "Miss" Michelle Riggs, taking on Kat Jones and Lord Raab in Multiplayer action.

Mary DeSue: Well that's gonna be a brutal affair for sure.

Arthur La Forge: And the hits keep on coming as EA Blizzard takes on Stephen Stratford! Followed by a three on three match where Larry Tact, Drake Wilcox, and ISSAC of the Game Changers take on Peter Vaughn, Donny Mason, and Buster Gloves!

Mary DeSue: Three singles matches where people lose to the GC...for the price of one! And who says you can't get a deal with this inflation!

Mary laughs to herself for a moment and looks to the entranceway expecting to see Princess Waluigi, but doesn't...

Arthur La Forge: Uh huh...Following that we got Sebastian Everett-Bryce going one on one with the newest member of the GC...Ziggy Morgan!!

Mary DeSue: Oh great...more Cowboy Sh...

Arthur La Forge: ANYWAYS! Demi Stratford and "Dollface" Sarah Wolf will collide and the winner will face The Wisdom Champion at Combat Evolved! Followed by Sloane Taylor taking on Alix Mayne in what is sure to be a fan favorite of the night!

Mary DeSue: I'm sure the fans will enjoy it...because I'll be keeping these snozefests entertaining.

Arthur La Forge: Then we have the two final first round matches of the Multiplayer Tournament! In the first match we got the team of Dane Preston and Joe Montuori taking on Shane Donovan and Avalon Blackthorn. In the second first round match we'll see Chelsea Skye and Arturo taking on Chris Page and Mac Bane!

Mary DeSue: Now those matches are worth the price of admission. Great main event choices.

Arthur La Forge: Neither of those are the main event. We got a non title match of Duncan Shepard taking on Bert...

Mary DeSue: NO! DON'T CARE! START THE SHOW!!

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Paul Freedom vs. Amber Payne

The bell rings, and immediately Amber Payne turns her attention to Jack Sullivan at ringside, who had accompanied her partner for the match. She yells to the younger woman, who waves it off and calls back that she’s not looking to get involved. After the admonishment Amber returns her attention back to her opponent, who was waiting in his corner for her to be ready. The pair move to the center of the ring, where Amber moves to begin a lock up. Thanks to his inexperience Payne gets the better of the exchange, pulling a standing switch and slapping a hammerlock onto the rookie. Paul winces in pain as she attempts to twist his arm, with him throwing an elbow back to try to get Amber to release it. She ducks underneath the blow, but is still forced to release his arm in the process. Paul quickly capitalizes, applying a side headlock onto Amber before putting her to the mat with a bulldog.

Arthur La Forge: These two are coming out the gate hungry for a win!

Mary DeSue: They both better be looking over their shoulders. They got a lot of enemies together.

Both wrestlers quickly get to their feet, and a quick boot to Paul’s gut gives Amber the upper-hand once more, which she follows up with an european uppercut to force Paul into a corner. Once there Amber charges and hits him with a hip attack, driving him back against the turnbuckles with the impact. Paul stumbles forward out of the corner into Amber’s grasp, who wraps an arm around Paul’s head before grabbing his tights and delivering a vertical suplex. With him down Amber quickly goes for the cover:

One…

Tw– No, Kickout!

Arthur La Forge: So close, but Freedom still had some HP left.

Mary DeSue: NEHHHH ERRRRDDD!!!!

Amber flashed an annoyed look towards the ref before grabbing Paul to try to pull the man to his feet. Once he is upright Amber gives him an Irish whip, which he reverses and sends her rushing towards the ropes. As she bounces back Paul falls to the mat, catching Amber and sending her down first with a drop toe hold. He then attempts to capitalize with a standing moonsault, although Amber rolls out of the way and leaves Freedom eating canvas. Jack moves towards the apron to slam her hands against it, cheering towards Paul and telling him to get up. This draws Amber’s ire, who walks over and yells at Jack. The wrestler on the outside backs off, holding her hands up to show that she’s still not looking to fight.

Arthur La Forge: Payne is possibly being overly cautious, but you can’t blame her with all the crap that Ryan’s pulled in the past few weeks in her matches.

Mary DeSue: Paranoia gives you wrinkles so I aint paranoid.

This momentary lapse in judgment on Amber Payne’s part gives Paul enough time to recover from his miss, getting to his feet and catching Amber with a roundhouse kick when she charges towards him. Paul then peppers her with rights to force Payne back into a corner before he backs up and hits her with the Paul Flip! Amber stumbles forward from the corner holding her nose as Paul grabs her and delivers a snap suplex. With Amber down, Paul Freedom decides it’s time to finish things off, quickly scrambling to the top rope so he could deliver The Impressive Display of Agility!

One…

Two…

THREE!!

DING! DING! DING!

Mr.Rad: Here is your winner…PAUL FREEDOM!!

Arthur La Forge: And with that Paul Freedom picks up a win and…

Mary DeSue: Look out!

Paul is celebrating in the ring when suddenly from out of the crowd we see Jason Ryan slide into the ring with a chair and slam it into Payne’s head! He’s about to go for another chairshot when the chair is grabbed from his arms by Freedom! Ryan looks like he wants to hit Paul, but see’s Sullivan getting into the ring and decides to high tail it!

Arthur La Forge: Phew…Not a good night for Amber Payne.

Mary DeSue: Yeah…wrinkles from paranoia…so bad.

Arthur La Forge: Once again you pick up the true lesson of the night Mary.

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The cameras cut backstage with an “Earlier Today” text card pre-empting it to find none other than the pugnacious Robert James “Bert” McAlroy standing near the parking entrance beside a red BMW M5 he’s used to block any incoming cars, or at least the one he is supremely confident will come next. When he spots the camera, he takes a particularly long drag off the joint hanging from his lips and calls out.

Bert McAlroy: You’re gonna want to get this, yo… Hey Dane! You’re welcome, Bitch!

At that point a SUV pulls up to the makeshift road block, pulling to a stop. There’s a honk on the horn before the driver’s side door opens and out steps Shane Donovan, looking quite irritated with the situation.

Shane Donovan: What the hell?

Bert lets the grin come natural before flicking the marijuana cigarette at the SUV and rolling his shoulders to assist in a quicker removal of the leather jacket he wore strictly for the aesthetic. I mean, sure as shit aint cold out here, is it? He steps toward Shane, arms outstretched.

Bert McAlroy: Didn’t think I’d no show, did ya? This ain’t a promo, Shane. Now put ‘em up or I'm just going to beat you up and accept the assault on the elderly charges.

A perplexed look crosses Shane’s face as Bert stepped up towards him. It quickly leaves and is replaced with a broad grin, with the man rolling his shoulders.

Shane Donovan: Well look at that, the yipping doggie wants to show his teeth. Come on then, I got a match to prepare for, and now I’m going to need to find the time to stop by Duncan’s dressing room so he can thank me for handling his tiny problem.

It doesn’t take any more to get Bert to act as he leaps at Shane, hamming him in the of the head with ugly hammerfists for a split second before the larger man, who caught him easily, slams him onto the hood of the SUV and begins driving elbows down onto McAlroy who covers up while trying to scoot out from under Shane. He manages to shove him away using a foot and leaps up, then from the hood tackles Shane down. The two roll for position, Shane getting McAlroy down before strong hands yank him back, another set quickly stopping Bert from leaping up.

Trent Steel: As much as I enjoy watching two idiots beat the hell out of each other in a parking lot…Gentlemen!

Security rushes in and breaks up Shane and Bert’s fight. Trent looks down at his opened pocket watch and sighs.

Trent Steel: You two want to beat the hell out of each other. Do it on your own time when I’m not responsible for any damages inside of the arena in question. Gentlemen, escort Mr. McAlroy to his dressing room…and Shane…To my office. Now.

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Eli Goode vs. Jason Ryan

Eli's entrance finishes up and the Courage champion hands off his belt to the referee, while Jason Ryan talks trash from his corner. Finally the bell rings and the two lock up, although the bigger Ryan has a clear advantage. He quickly lifts Eli up and hits a body slam. He continues to talk trash as Goode gets to his feet and they circle each other before locking up again. Ryan goes for another body slam but Eli slips out the back and hits a forearm to the back, then a kick to the back of the knee. He then pulls Ryan into a headlock as the crowd cheer him on.

Arthur La Forge: Eli Goode is a Level Up original and has now picked up his second title for the company.

Mary DeSue: And?

Arthur La Forge: I think Jason Ryan would be foolish to underestimate him due to his size.

Goode continues to crank the headlock but Ryan shoves him into the nearest corner and hits a quick back elbow. He then throws Eli into the ropes and attempts a sunset flip but Eli rolls through, pops up and hits a low dropkick to the seated Dreamkiller! Ryan gets to his feet and Eli applies a front facelock, but is shoved into the corner. Ryan then begins to drive his shoulder into the midsection of Goode as the referee admonishes him with a five count. Ryan relents for a moment then takes a few steps back and charges in, only for Eli to move! Eli leaps over the top to the apron and catches Ryan with a gamengiri, knocking him flat on his back!

Arthur La Forge: I think the champion is feeling froggy!

Mary DeSue: Oh, GREAT.

Eli climbs up to the top rope and readies himself for a frog splash, but Jason Ryan pops up and grabs the ropes, causing Goode to stumble and fall, landing throat first on the top rope! Goode clutches his throat and is shove back into the corner, where Ryan hits a huge chop. Goode stumbles out of the corner and Ryan spins around with a discus clothesline! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

no! Eli kicks out. Ryan reaches down to grab him but is pulled into a small package!

ONE!

TWO!

No! Now Ryan kicks out. They get back up and Eli tries for a forearm, but Ryan lifts the knee into his ribs and grabs him, throwing him shoulder-first into the turnbuckle! Goode falls out now clutching his shoulder.

Arthur La Forge: Eli may have been hurt off of that.

Mary DeSue: Good!

Ryan attempts to apply a reverse armbar but Goode quickly gets to the ropes to protect himself. Ryan still uses the full count before letting go, then gets up and pulls Goode away from the ropes. He tries for the armbar again but Goode slips out of it and gets a double-leg takedown, then a double stomp to the chest! They both get up and begin to trade shots, before Goode hits a stiff forearm to the jaw. He hits a few more before Ryan grabs the bad arm and yanks downward. Eli hunches over in pain and Ryan hits him with PINKEYE! And the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR---NO! GOODE KICKS OUT!

Mary DeSue: OH COME ON!

Arthur La Forge: Eli somehow stays in it after that superkick to the occipital protuberance!

Mary DeSue: The...the what?

Arthur La Forge: The eye!

Goode pushes himself back up and Ryan twists the arm, hoping for an arm wringer, but Eli forearms him in the jaw with his good arm. Ryan hits one of his own, and Eli responds with a PELE KICK! He runs off the ropes and catches Jason with a SLING BLADE! Then as Ryan gets up he gets hit with a SHOTGUN DROPKICK! Eli immediately goes up top and leaps with the frog splash...BUT JASON RYAN MOVES! Eli gets up, clutching his arm and Ryan grabs him, looks for the SILENCER...but Goode slips out! He hits another Sling Blade! Then bounces off the other side and quickly connects with GOODE DEAL! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Mr. Rad: HERE is your winner...ELI GOODE!

Arthur La Forge: The Courage Champion picks up another win!

Mary DeSue: Sickening.

Arthur La Forge: I'm told his challenger for the Courage title will be revealed this week, so he's got some momentum heading into that match.

Mary DeSue: He stole that title from EAB. So I hope it's EAB.

Goode leaves the ring with his belt, holding his shoulder, as we’re about to cut to an ad break we see Jason Ryan still arguing with the referee, Pliskin, about the call, but it still stands. Ryan see’s something out of the corner of his eye as Payne comes out of the crowd carrying a lead pipe and comes into the ring and hits Ryan in the knee with it! Security rushes out to break up the melee as we cut to commercial!

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The scene cuts backstage, where Michelle Riggs and Paul Montuori are preparing for their multiplayer match against Kat Jones and Lord Raab when the team of Paul Freedom and Jack Sullivan step into view. Michelle rolls her eyes at the sight of the pair, especially once Paul Freedom approaches them and holds out a hand. After a long moment where it becomes blatantly obvious that neither is going to accept his greeting, he pulls his hand back, stares at it for a moment, and clasps it to the back of his neck.

Paul Freedom: Um, yeah, I guess I haven’t really earned a handshake, huh? I just wanted to make sure I got the chance to apologize to both of you, especially you, Ms. Riggs. There was a lot going on in our match and I was barely able to keep track of what I was doing, let alone Peter Vaughn, and…

Paul winces at the words coming out of his mouth.

Paul Freedom: Actually, never mind that stuff. I’m not trying to make excuses here. I’m sorry for how that match played out, especially at the end. Going forward, I’ll be doing my best to stop that kind of stuff from happening in any match I’m in.

Recognizing the general awkwardness of the moment, Jack decides to speak up.

Jack Sullivan: We also wanted to congratulate you both on advancing in the tournament. We’re both hoping we meet you in the finals.

Paul Montuori: Aw that’s so sweet. Tha..

Michelle Riggs: P, what the fuck?

Paul Montuori: Wha?

Michelle Riggs: Fuck these guys.

Michelle starts to walk away.

Paul Montuori: Sorry fellas..

Michelle Riggs: P!

As the duo leaves, Paul Freedom and Jack Sullivan stand a bit dumbfounded by the reaction, with Jack rubbing the back of her neck.

Jack Sullivan: Well that went about as I expected.

Paul Freedom: You know what? Me too, honestly. That’s fine, though. Stuff like apologies and congratulations are ultimately something we do for ourselves, not because we feel entitled to a certain response.

Jack Sullivan: Uh huh. Come on, we got a tournament match to prepare for.

Jack gives Paul a pat on the shoulder as the scene cuts back to ringside.

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The Royals vs. Kat Jones & Lord Raab

Kat and Raab are getting applause from the crowd on what is believed to be Kat's last night, one she hopes to get a win on. Kat does the smart thing and lets Raab start the match, while it looks like Paul is starting for The Royals. Montuori talks some trash to Kat before pacing around the ring, hoping to avoid the grip of the monster. He quickly gets a kick to the knee of Raab before applying a headlock. Raab easily overpowers him and breaks his grip, then runs off the ropes and smashes him down with a shoulder block. Raab comes off the ropes again, avoids a wild kick from Paul, spins around and flattens him with a European uppercut!

Arthur La Forge: The monster is working hard tonight to get Kat a win in her final match.

Mary DeSue: Well that's too bad because Paul and Michelle are finally on a roll!

Raab scoops Montuori up and hits a quick German suplex! Paul lands on his upper back and then flips backwards until he ends up on his stomach. Raab quickly tags in Kat, who comes in and hits Paul with a wicked series of stomps. Miss Michelle tries to run interference by coming in, so Kat runs after her, but she quickly goes out and drops to the floor. She grabs Paul and attempts to throw him to the ropes, but he was able to recover thanks to the distraction and quickly reverses, tossing Kat to the floor! Paul then immediately drops to his knees and demands the referee check his eye, claiming Kat poked him!

Mary DeSue: Oh no! She tried to spoil his good looks!

Arthur La Forge: You don't actually buy this, do you?

As the referee checks, Michelle drops to the floor and waits for Kat to get up before nailing her with a roundhouse kick to the head! She then climbs back up as, miraculously, Paul is all better, and he tags her in. She goes back down to the floor and Paul runs across the ring to kick out the knees of Raab and knock him off the apron. Riggs throws Kat back into the ring, tags Paul back in and he springboards in with an elbow! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

No! Only two.

Arthur La Forge: Amazing, almost as if he was never hurt!

Mary DeSue: It was a false alarm people! I was sending him all kinds of trendy eyepatch designs just in case.

Arthur La Forge: You talk to him on Myspace?

Mary DeSue: Mywhat? No! Snapchat!

Montuori quickly tags Riggs back in, who jumps up and lands a knee to the back of the fallen Jones. She hits another one just in case Kat had any thoughts of getting back up. Riggs pulls her to her feet and then hits a right hand to send her staggering back into the Royals' corner. Another quick tag and Montuori is back in. Riggs holds Kat in place while Paul runs in and hits a running kitchen sink knee to the small of her back! Suddenly Kat's legs go out from under her and she falls down, as it seems she may have suffered a stinger.

Arthur La Forge: There's all kinds of nerves in the back, and inflaming them can easily make your legs go to sleep and make it difficult to walk.

Mary DeSue: And a well-placed knee can stop you in a hurry!

Paul then backs up, clutching his eye, as it seems Kat may have "poked" it again. The referee has a duty to check on the welfare of the competitors, which allows Riggs to run over and kick the face of Kat as she lays against the middle rope, knocking her back into the ring. Kat grabs the ropes and tries to pull herself up, so Riggs tries for another running kick, only for Kat to catch the foot and yank Michelle into the ropes, snapping her against them! Riggs falls to the floor and at turns around, where Paul has another miracle and runs straight at her, only for Kat to jump up, grab his head and nail the FREAKED OUT snap DDT! They both lay there as she tries to crawl to her corner.

Arthur La Forge: After all that, Kat was still able to get a signature move! But now she needs the tag!

Mary DeSue: This is why she'll NEVER be royalty!

Kat crawls slowly, slowly and then DIVES to make the tag to the Monster! Riggs charges in to try to stop him from getting to her fiance, but he grabs her and tosses her overhead with a belly to belly suplex! Paul is up, turns around and Raab flips him over with a belly to belly as well! Raab with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Montuori kicks out!

Arthur La Forge: I guess Paul is tougher than he looks!

Mary DeSue: He looks hella tough! You shut up!

Michelle suddenly comes back in and superkicks the back of Raab's leg, allowing to hit a running high knee! When Raab is on all fours, Paul follows that up with a CURB STOMP! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KAT BREAKS IT UP! Riggs is enraged that Kat would steal their victory with a hurt back and immediately throws her outside. She turns around to grab Raab who suddenly GRABS HER BY THE THROAT! Raab sits up with Riggs in the blatant choke and then gets to his feet, furious! After choking her to the count of four from the referee, Raab lifts Riggs up for the CHOKEINATOR...BUT PAUL MONTUORI HITS HIM IN THE BACK WITH A CHAIR!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Arthur La Forge: OH COME ON! Raab was about to get the momentum again!

Mary DeSue: Did you see that? Paul was a knight in shining armor, protecting his lady! What a man!

Arthur La Forge: Oh come on, that was cheap and you know it.

Raab staggers and lets go of Riggs and turns around only for Paul to BEND THE CHAIR AROUND HIS HEAD! The Monster falls and Riggs gets up, goes outside and throws Kat back in. She crawls to her fallen friend, before Riggs is handed the bent, twisted chair...AND BEGINS TO HIT KAT IN THE BACK WITH A SERIES OF SHOTS! The edges of the bent chair are being driven into Kat's spine, who can do nothing but cry out in pain!

Arthur La Forge: What the hell is this? STOP IT!

Mary DeSue: They put their hands on ROYALTY. Raab tried to CHOKE A QUEEN. This is what they get!

Arthur La Forge: They're gonna put Kat in the hospital! Or worse!

Riggs continues hammering down shots to Kat when suddenly DONNY MASON begins sprinting down the ramp! He slides in the ring and puts himself between Kat, who is seriously hurt, and the Royals. However, they have a chair and the numbers advantage...

UNTIL LORD RAAB SITS UP!

Mary DeSue: Oh crap.

The monster stands up next to the big Donny Mason and they briefly look at each other, then charge at the Royals, who quickly exit the ring and move through the crowd. With the enemies gone for now, Donny and Raab turn their attention to the fallen Kat, who gets respectable applause from the Level Updogs as her friends help her to the back.

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The scene cuts back to Trent’s office, where security has escorted Shane Donovan on Trent’s orders. The man shoots the security detail a dirty look as they head out now that their job is done, before Shane turns his attention back to Trent.

Shane Donovan: Well then, I hope you’re doing well Trent.

Trent Steel: I’d be doing a hell of a lot better if you weren’t trying to come in here back on your bulls[bleep] like always! Sit down. You and I have to get a few things cleared up here.

Shane Donovan: Sure sure.

As directed Shane moved to grab a chair, taking a seat in front of Trent’s desk before gesturing to him to continue.

Trent Steel: Why do you think you’re here Shane?

Shane Donovan: Ohh, getting philosophical on me now. I’d say in the general sense to wrestle, but more specifically to give your product a bit more credibility… you know, move away from all the kiddie gaming stuff.

Trent starts to…laugh. Not a diabolical laugh, but one of general amusement.

Trent Steel: Whew...Aw, that’s what I like about you Shane…always a kidder. Nah, you see you’re here for one reason.

Trent reaches into his desk and pulls out a contract.

Trent Steel: This is why you are here. A contract that was signed after months of offers, negotiating, and full of hopes and prayers of getting the person to sign. I want you to look at that signature right there. That signature on that contract makes me very happy. That is why you are here…why don’t you take a gander at that pretty thing.

Shane glanced over at the contract, looking at it long enough to catch the name before giving a nod and flashing a smile.

Shane Donovan: Would you look at that, I accomplished in like thirty minutes what your stooges couldn’t get done after months of trying. Should’ve called me sooner Trent, if your staff is really that inept.

Trent Steel: You misunderstand, but I’m not surprised Shane. Avalon was the one we wanted. Yes, but you…not one bit. See Shane. I know why you feel on hard times. I know why you were in the position that you were. And above all else…I know what kind of person you are. Now, me, I’ve changed over the years. I got to be a better person, but you…you’ve always had this chip on your shoulder that you were better than everyone and I’m here to say that those days are gone.

Trent puts the contract back and holds up another document.

Trent Steel: See Shane. I’m not the bastard I use to be. Because if I was I would have walked away from the deal, because if anyone knows just how much of a cancer you are to a roster…it’s me. So, here’s the deal. Since nobody else will hire you because of all your bullshit I’m going to do you a favor, and all you have to do is simply suck it up and accept your…what’s that word…Destiny.

Trent looks at the document and then puts it back down.

Trent Steel: This is a retirement package for you. You’re gonna do what you should do best. You’re going to wrestle. You’re going to be the best god damn tag team partner you can for Avalon. And in return for you just being a wrestler and not a pain in anyone’s ass…You’re going to get something we always talked about. A nice retirement plan where you can spend out your days in modest luxury which you deserve Shane, I will grant you that. And with retirement I want you to go out with some dignity and that is when your current contract goes up. You’re going to help train new wrestlers at a wrestling school I’m going to build and you’re going to help run. You did a great job with Jack and I know you’ll do a great job helping fine tune Avalon’s skills, but your days of causing havok are over.

Trent removes his glasses as he looks at Shane who's taking it all in.

Trent Steel:Shane, I know what it’s like to be a bastard and because of that I’m giving you a chance to do the right thing for yourself. You and I, we’re part of that group of people no one wanted, but needed to keep people coming back into these seats. And opportunities are running low for guys like us. Shane, I’m not insulting your talent, but I am telling you flat out that you’re a plus one here. It’s nothing personal. In fact, it’s something I had to explain to the rest of the staff here. Yeah, you got some star power left, but it’s not gonna hold you for much longer if anywhere else but here. This is that opportunity that no one was ever gonna give us, and I’m giving it to you because you’ve earned it. I’m a billionaire because of tragic circumstances Shane, but I’m not above helping elevate those who worked hard for it. But, I can’t have you going after people like you do. I know what you’re doing. I’ve seen you do it before. It’s a good tactic, but not here. Not in my house. So that’s the deal. I’m being clear and straight with you. This is your last opportunity and I want you to be successful, but you gotta lose the chip. And if you think I won’t fire you because I admire you…think again. I’ve let a lot of people walk out of here because they wouldn’t play ball Shane, so I’m sorry to say you are not an exception to that rule. So…do we have a deal? Or do you wanna think it over for a bit?

Shane sat quietly as Trent made his pitch, his expression stoic as he took in the words. Once Trent finished, he clicked his tongue.

Shane Donovan: Well, you do drive a hard bargain there Trent, but then again you always were someone who liked to get straight to the point. Let me sleep on it, I have a tournament match I need to focus on first, and then we can circle back to it next show, hmm?

With that Shane stood up, remaining silent for a moment before leaving the office.Trent looks down at his pocket watch again.

Trent Steel: Gotta keep the plans moving forward.

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EA Blizzard vs. Stephen Stratford

EA Blizzard begins to walk down Stephen as soon as the bell sounds, a confident smirk on his face in contrast to the seemingly blank stare on Stephen’s that betrays the rapidly turning gears between his ears. EA goes to snatch him but Stephen ducks under the attempt and begins firing kicks into the back of EA’s knee to try and chop the big man down to size. He gets EA hopping away, but gets overzealous in his pursuit and eats a clothesline for his trouble

Arthur La Forge: Stephen might be trying to outsmart EAB, but he aint gonna out power him!

Mary DeSue: I’m conflicted here. Both guys are mental monsters in their own right.

EA takes a moment to try and walk the kink out of his leg as Stephen slowly gets to his feet trying to shake his own cobwebs. EA charges in, nailing a shoulder tackle that flattens Stephen again only for EA to lift him by the scruff of his neck and toss him into the nearest corner. EA works over hiss midsection with right hands until the ref exhausts his count. EA backs the ref up and turns back to Stephen, who has slumped down. EA stomps a mudhole in him then begins to choke him out with his boot

Arthur La Forge: If EA aint careful that choke is gonna cost him the match!

Mary DeSue: Oh you’d like that. He’s not choking him…he’s only majenta colored.

Once more Ref Crash exhausts his four count and once more EA abandons his attack to back the ref up, getting in his face this time before spinning back to Stephen who reaches up and grabs EA by the tights, yanking him down to crash face first into the turnbuckle while sliding out of the way himself. Stephen pops up and nails EA in the back with a dropkick to send him crashing into the corner once more. As EA stumbles backwards out of the corner, Stephen rolls him up.

ONE!

TWO!

THR–NO!

Arthur La Forge: DAMN IT! I mean…oh so close…

Mary DeSue: And you call me biased!

EA kicks out in the nick of time, getting to his feet to meet Stephen who gets on the bigger man, peppering him with alternating forearms and chops that back him to the ropes. Stephen backs up and nails EA with a flying forearm that sends them both toppling over the top rope. However, Stephen skins the cat and lands on the apron while EA falls out and crashes to the floor. He gets up woozily, checking himself for being busted open but finding himself blood free. He turns and Stephen leaps with a flying axe handle…

Arthur La Forge: UH OH!

Mary DeSue: BAD MOVE!

But EA catches him with “Crunch Time” on the outside! Stephen tries to elbow his way out of the bearhug but EA ragdolls him, taking the fight out of him. EA yells in fury and runs into the ringpost, bashing Stephen into it before rolling him into the ring. Stephen looks damn near out of it as EA takes a moment to regain his breath, confident that he’s got the job done. He yells at Ref Crash to count as he moves toward Stephen…

WHO ROLLS HIM UP! HE WAS PLAYING POSSUM!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

EA KICKS OUT A SECOND TOO LATE AND STEPHEN STRATFORD ROLLS OUT OF THE RING AS QUICK AS HE CAN

Mr. Rad: Here is your winner…Stephen Stratford!!

Arthur La Forge: EAB thought he had this won, but Stratford had just enough forethought to hit a rollup!

Mary DeSue: This is bull[bleep]!

EAB IS LIVID AS Stephen rolls out of the ring and heads to the back. EAB grabs Referee Crash and yells at him about the decision with Crash continuing to say the count was good. EAB picks up Crash to slam him, but thinks better of it. He scowls at the camera as he heads to the back.

Arthur La Forge: Oh I don’t think this is over…

Mary DeSue: Oh hell no.

—



—

The Game Changers vs. Buster Gloves, Peter Vaughn & Donny Mason


DING! DING! DING!

After some trash talking back and forth between the GC and Vaughn/Mason/Gloves corner it's finally decided that the Power Champion and Wisdom Champion are gonna start things off. While Referee Kirby wastes his time trying to tell the two the rules, Buster decides to go on the psychological offensive and offer Larry Tact an honorable handshake. "The Power Champion'' glares down at "The Wisdom Champion" and laughs in his face as he walks backwards facing Buster and tags in Drake Wilcox who rushes forward and hits a dropkick on Buster's chest!

Arthur La Forge: MOTHER BRAIN!! WHAT A MOVE BY THE GIANT OF THE GAME CHANGERS!!

Mary DeSue: The whole arena shook!

After the seven foot four hundred pound Wilcox just shook the ring and the surrounding area code with that move he picks up Buster Gloves and irish whips him into the Game Changers corner where ISSAC clubs Buster in the face with a boot! Referee Kirby tells ISSAC to knock it off, but then ISSAC gets tagged as Drake picks up Buster and sets him up for a piledriver. Piledriver from Drake followed by a Top Rope Splash from ISSAC! Cover...

One...

Mason and Vaughn start to rush into the ring.

Two...FOOT ON THE ROPES BY BUSTER! ISSAC is livid as he picks up "The Wisdom Champion" and tosses him into the ropes while Referee Kirby chastises Vaughn and Mason. Buster bounces off of the ropes and on the rebound ISSAC picks up Buster in a pretty as you could picture powerslam right in front of The GC corner. Tag to Larry Tact who gets into the ring and stomps on Buster's left hand and then stands on it with all his weight! Buster howls in pain as Larry stands there for a two count before getting off. He picks up Buster and slaps him into a full nelson. Buster looks to be about to go for a ride with a full nelson slam, but blocks Larry and pushes back sending Larry backfirst into the turnbuckle post. This gets his head punched on both sides by ISSAC and Drake and Buster falls forward. Larry goes up top and hits a picture perfect "Dive to Blue"! He then gets up and walks over to Mason and starts trash talking him where Mason starts to get into the ring, and meanwhile Vaughn drops off the apron and starts to sneak around the ring just under the view of the matline.

Arthur La Forge: You ever get the feeling someone’s up to something…

Mary DeSue: All the time…cause I’m always up to something Artie.

Larry picks up Buster and tosses him into the corner and tags in ISSAC! Larry and Drake hold up Buster in the corner as ISSAC goes to the center of the ring and calls for "The Spear"! ISSAC charges as Donny yells at Kirby! Kirby doesn't see Vaughn run over and dropkick Drake off of the ring apron! Drake lands with the back of his head onto the ring barricade! Buster side steps as ISSAC hits the turnbuckle post with his shoulder! Buster rakes the eyes of Larry Tact and drops onto the mat. Vaughn pulls Larry off the ring apron so he can't tag in and bodyslams him onto the floor! Kirby finally turns around to see ISSAC and Buster on the mat and starts a ten count...

One...

Two...

Three...

Buster starts to move towards the center of the ring. ISSAC starts to come around as Drake and Larry look for Vaughn who's...gone under the ring!

Four...

Five...

Six...

Seven...

Buster gets up to tag Donny but ISSAC grabs his leg...ENZIGURI BY BUSTER GLOVES!! HOT TAG!!!

Arthur La Forge: DONNY MASON IS IN THE MATCH!!

Mary DeSue: SON OF THICCNESS RETURNS!!!

Donny Mason rushes into the ring and leaps to the top rope..."CRASHING DOWN" on ISSAC! Donny looks to go for the cover but Drake Wilcox rushes into the ring. Donny ducks Drake's attempt at a running boot to the face. Drake stops...turns...DAMBUSTER BOOT OVER THE TOP ROPE SENDING THE SEVEN FOOTER ALMOST ONTO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!

Arthur La Forge: AHHH!!!!

Mary DeSue: I do not like big things like that coming that close to my face…

Arthur La Forge:...Hmmm…

Mary DeSue: Not. One. F’n. Word!

Donny see's Buster and Vaughn are both at the corner and tags in Vaughn! They grab ISSAC and toss him into the ropes...Vaughn hits "The Revenged"! Donny goes up top..."TRIBUTE!"...Cover by Vaughn...

One...

Two...

LARRY TACT HITS KIRBY FROM BEHIND WITH THE WAND!!! Buster charges into the ring and gets clocked in the gut for his trouble with THE WAND! Shot to the back of Buster Gloves! "DAMBUSTER BOOT" to Larry's face! Drake gets back into the ring and Vaughn charges at him. Vaughn leaps and gets caught by Drake. Drake lifts Vaughn up high OVER SEVEN FOOT IN THE AIR!!! HE TOSSES VAUGHN INTO DONNY MASON!!! ISSAC gets up and grabs Buster...ISSAC hits "Headhunter"!! Drake grabs Buster and hits "GATEWAY TO HELL"!! Drake picks up Vaughn and tosses him out of the ring where Vaughn lands hard on the rampway! Drake picks up Donny but Donny punches Drake. The two start trading punches until both are outside of the ring! ISSAC starts to wake up Kirby as Larry gets up in The GC corner...Kirby comes around...

Arthur La Forge: The Damn Game Changers took out the ref only to try to bring him back at the last minute to complete their coup de cheat!

Mary DeSue: Oh…nice new word there Artie.

ISSAC picks up Buster and then rushes to the ropes. "THE SPEAR"!!! ISSAC walks over and tags in Larry Tact as ISSAC heads to the outside and watches out for Vaughn. Buster is groggy as hell as Larry charges in. While the others fight on the outside Larry grabs Buster and hits "The Starbreaker"!! Cover...

One...

Two...

Three!!!

Mr. Rad: Here are your winners by pinfall...Larry Tact, Drake Wilcox, and ISSAC...THE GAME CHANGERS!!!!

Arthur La Forge: Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

Mary DeSue: Calm down Artie...your voice my drop from all that anger and then you’ll be out of a job!

Larry gets up and sees Vaughn slide into the ring with the briefcase. There is a moment...is Vaughn gonna cash in? Vaughn looks down at Buster and back up at Tact as Donny gets into the ring and Larry decides it's better to leave. Buster is holding his head in pain as Donny helps him up. He sees the briefcase that Vaughn has in the ring and starts to have this panicked look on his face as Vaughn just smiles and shrugs.

—

The Waluigi World Order song plays as Princess Waluigi stands in the ring as they hold a microphone. They laugh as only Princess Waluigi could. They begin speaking.

Princess Waluigi: Bow down to the Princess of Level Up. You should all be...

They were interrupted by the sounds of "Mad Hatter" by Melanie Martinez.

"My friends don't walk, they run
Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun
Popping, popping balloons with guns
Getting high off helium
We paint white roses red
Each shade from a different person's head
This dream, dream is a killer
Getting drunk with a blue caterpillar"

Kennedy Matthews is seen on the stage. She smirks as she laughs and skips to the ring.

"I'm peeling the skin off my face
'Cause I really hate being safe
The normals, they make me afraid
The crazies, they make me feel sane
I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad
The craziest friend that you've ever had
You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone
Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong
Over the bend, entirely bonkers
You like me best when I'm off my rocker
Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed
So what if I'm crazy? The best people are
All the best people are crazy
All the best people are"

She slides in the ring and skips around the ring as she stares down the Princess.

Mary DeSue: Who does this woman think she is?

Arthur Laforge: That is Kennedy Matthews. She is the Queen of wrestling.

Mary DeSue: Well I didn't vote for her.

Kennedy smirks as she takes the microphone from Princess Waluigi. She raises the microphone to her lips as she speaks in her Queen's British accent.

Kennedy Matthews: You are way off base there, love. You see there is only ONE queen in this business and that is the former leader of the Royal Family, the Queen herself, me. Kennedy Matthews. I have done my time in the bughouse and now I am back to use what I have learned about myself in the grand scheme of things. I have burned bridges, lost friends, lost myself but now I am rehabbed. I am the PsyQueen, and you will bow to me!

Kennedy throws the microphone at Princess Waluigi and hits a snap DDT.

Arthur Laforge: GOD SAVE THE QUEEN! She just hit it!

Mary Desue: Someone needs to stop this.

Kennedy grabs the leg of Princess Waluigi and locks in a cloverleaf.

Arthur Laforge: FOR COUNTRY! The Queen is proving her point.

Mary Desue: Where are the officials while this travesty is going on?

Kennedy cinches down on the leg of Princess Waluigi as officials rush to the ring. They finally get Kennedy off of the Princess. The PsyQueen poses on the top turnbuckle as the fans boo loudly.

—

Sebastian Everett-Bryce vs. Ziggy Morgan

The two talented foes circle one another before locking up in the center of the ring. SEB immediately circles behind Ziggy and takes control with a rear waist-lock. Ziggy tries to pry SEB’s hands off of his waist but SEB takes him down to the mat. He glides across Ziggy’s back and effortlessly transitions to a front facelock. Hooking Ziggy’s arm, he lifts him up for a snap suplex! SEB floats over into a cover.

ONE!

Ziggy kicks out.

SEB immediately forces Ziggy back down to the mat.

ONE!

Ziggy kicks out, this time he tries to stand up but SEB takes out his legs and pins him again.

ONE!

Ziggy kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: You’re going to have to hit the cowboy a lot harder than that SEB!

Mary DeSue: BREAK HIS CLAVICLE!!

Ziggy finally gets to his feet and nails SEB with a chop across the chest, followed by another which sends SEB back a few times He follows that up with a King Kong lariat that drops SEB to the mat! Ziggy then pulls SEB back up by the arm and whips him off the ropes, SEB rebounds and Ziggy looks for a big boot…but SEB ducks under it! SEB bounces off again and looks for a crossbody, but Ziggy catches him! FALLAWAY SLAM! Cover.

ONE!

SEB kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: Both of these guys are trying to go for a quick pin here, because the longer this match goes the more bombs their gonna have to take to their bodies.

Mary DeSue: You mean like the bomb you had last week after we went to the Taco Bell by the airport?!

Arthur La Forge: That place needed the three seashells!

SEB is back up quickly and the two lock-up again, this time SEB takes Ziggy over into a side-headlock. SEB tries to continue his strategy of grounding Ziggy, lowering his base and pushing his opponent down to one knee…but then Ziggy fights up! He hooks SEB’s head and tries to take him over with a back suplex, but SEB lands on his feet! Ziggy swings for the fences but SEB ducks it and connects with a roundhouse kick which rings Ziggy’s bell! The kick spins Ziggy around so his back is facing SEB, and he takes advantage by hooking his arm and leg and PLANTING HIM WITH THE STAMFORD BRIDGE! He bridges into a pin after the Tiger suplex lands.

ONE!

TWO!

Ziggy kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: SEB is coming at this strategically, but Ziggy just won’t stay down.

Mary DeSue: Well like Ernest Powertools Worrell he never knew when to quit.

Arthur La Forge: I understood that reference!

SEB doesn’t miss a beat as he once again wraps his arms around Ziggy’s waist, potentially going for THE CONQUEST…NO! Ziggy manages to prevent himself from going over into a German by elbowing SEB in the side of the head. With SEB momentarily dazed, Ziggy slinks out of the waistlock and applies his own, this time planting SEB with a German suplex of his own! He keeps the waistlock sinched in and connects with another rolling German! And a third! Ziggy pops up and screams to the crowd - he’s fired up! He steps through the ropes and onto the apron. He waits patiently for SEB to get up…then vaults over the top rope and NAILS CLINT EASTWOOD! The buckshot lariat drops SEB and Ziggy eagerly hooks a leg.

ONE!

TWO!

SEB kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: Ooo Closer than Third Base on Prom Night.

Mary DeSue:...you’ve never even been up to bat.

Ziggy is feeling the momentum now, and he returns to the ring apron where he scouts SEB once again. Once SEB is up to a standing base, he leaps off the top rope, looking for a SPRINGBOARD SUPERMAN PUNCH…NO! SEB connects with a mid-air dropkick that stuns Ziggy! It looks like payback is on SEB’s mind as he pulls up Ziggy and plants him with a German suplex, the beginning of THE CONQUEST…NO! On the second German attempt, Ziggy grabs onto the ropes, preventing SEB from taking him over. SEB wrenches back and Ziggy suddenly lets go of the ropes, causing the momentum to take both wrestlers back…and allowing Ziggy to roll-up SEB!

ONE!

TWO!

SEB kicks out…AND TAKES ZIGGY BACK OVER INTO THE EMPEROR LOCK!

Arthur La Forge: EMPEROR LOCK!!!

Mary DeSue: Good. Good. Give into your hate…

Ziggy’s head and right arm are trapped in SEB’s arms as he also grapevines his legs around Ziggy’s lower body. The cowboy struggles in the submission, trying to find a way out, as Ref Kirby asks if he wants to give up. Ziggy barks “NO!” at the ref, but it’s clear he’s in a tight spot. He flails around trying to reach the ropes, but he’s too far away! Instead, Ziggy summons the last of his strength, and slowly, but surely, begins to stand up with SEB on his back! Finally reaching a standing base, Ziggy charges back first into the turnbuckle, driving SEB into it! SEB breaks the hold and Ziggy staggers forward, clutching his back. He turns around just in time to see SEB charging at him, but ZIGGY LIFTS HIM UP AND PLANTS HIM WITH A SPINEBUSTER!!

Arthur La Forge: SPINE! ON! THE! PINE!

Mary DeSue: MORON! SITTING! NEXT! TO! ME!

Energized, Ziggy charges up to the top turnbuckle as the crowd chants “COWBOY SHIT”, leaping olff and connecting with a SWANTON BOMB! Instead of looking for the pin, he again heads to the ropes, looking for another buckshot lariat. He stomps on the apron to rouse SEB, who groggily makes it up to his feet. As SEB stands up, Ziggy pauses for a moment to smirk at his opponent, then launches off the top rope…CLINT EASTWOOD!! NO! That brief delay gave SEB a moment to sense what was coming, and he ducks under the lariat and charges to the opposite ropes. He rebounds and…THE EMPIRE KICK!! HE GOT ALL OF IT! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

DING DING DING!!

Mr Rad: Here is your winner…SEBASSTIANNNN EVERETTTT-BRYCE!!

Arthur La Forge: And SEB wins it with “THE EMPIRE KICK”!

Mary DeSue: I think he knocked out Ziggy’s good tooth.

SEB slowly gets to his feet, and has his arm raised by Ref Kirby, to the jubilation of the fans, who are happy after witnessing a great back and forth contest between two talented wrestlers. SEB grins, happy with a major victory here in Level UP. Ziggy is left to lick his wounds after giving absolutely everything.

Arthur La Forge: While SEB definitely proved to be the better wrestler tonight. Ziggy has nothing to be ashamed of.

Mary DeSue: Other than his dad not pulling out.

Arthur La Forge: MARY!

Mary DeSue: What he’s the poster child for abstinence…

—

Demi Stratford vs. ‘Dollface’ Sarah Wolf

Dollface charges Demi as soon as the bell rings, causing the smale woman to cover up from the onslaught of punches, elbows and forearms. Wolf lets out a frustrated yell and in an amazing how of strength, launches Demi with a biel toss that sends her damn near to the other corner. Demi gets to her hands and knees only for Dollface to charge in and nail Demi in the side of the head with a punt kick. She goes for the pin!

ONE!

Demi kicks out, rolling out of the ring to recover from the onslaught. Wolf almost shoves the fed aside as she goes to pursue but it’s a case of possum playing as Demi turns and nails Wolf with a european uppercut, then takes her to the floor with a neckbreaker! Dem rolls and mounts Wolf, raining down right hands onto Wolf’s face as she tries to cover up until Wolf manages to shove her off. Demi scrambles up as Wolf charges in, clotheslining her and taking the both of them over the guardrail.

Arthur La Forge: These two women would rather punch each other than look at each other!

Mary DeSue: Yeah, and we get to make money off of it! Exploitation my favorite kind of Capitalism!

On the other side, Demi gets to her feet first seemingly running off adrenaline and frustration as she snatches a handful of Wolf’s hair and begins driving stiff knees into the side of her head, then begins clubbing elbows and hammerfists to the back of her head and neck as ref Crash begins reprimanding them to get back into the ring. Wolf finally gets vertical, catching a blow from Demi and spinning her around before nailing her with a backdrop driver into a group of fans and their seats!

Arthur La Forge: Well those fans got more than they bargained for!

Mary DeSue: The closest most of them have been to a woman since they screwed up the bathroom signs at that one show.

Wolf stands and spits on Demi before stepping over the guardrail and working her way back to the ring. Ref Crash is on the apron, ready to go check on Demi but Wolf shoves her back between the ropes, yelling at her to start counting her out. After a moment of hesitation and looking out toward Demi who has begun to stir. Ref Crash steps back from the ropes and begins his count

Arthur La Forge: This would be embarrassing to lose by countout!

Mary DeSue: I think that’s the point. Humilation is so hot!

ONE!

TWO!!

Demi crawls from the mass of humanity and folding chairs, grimacing in pain. She rolls onto her back to catch her breath and try to fight her spine back into proper alignment.

THREE!!

FOUR!!

FIVE!!

Arthur La Forge: Demi better hurry or she’s gonna get counted out!

Mary DeSue: You can’t rush beauty and perfection Artie...

Demi manages to get to the guardrail, pulling herself up while Wolf begins barking insults at her. Demi steps over, but stumbles as she starts toward the ring.

SIX!!

SEVEN!!

Demi has a burst of energy and slides in under the bottom rope, only for Wolf to drop a knee across the back of her head and neck. She stands, dragging Demi up with her and going for a suplex but Demi slips free, sliding down beehind Wolf and nails her with a big backstabber that takes the air out of the larger woman. The two lay on the mat, staring up at the lights as the fans come unglued for the contest that never fails to deliver.

Arthur La Forge: This crowd is loving this!

Mary DeSue: Look at the viewer count! We’re gonna break Twitch!

The two get to their hands and knees, locking eyes and sneering as they each reach out, snatching onto the other’s head and the two begin trading right hands, sweat flying with each sickening impact. Demi begins to get the upper hand, nailing some solid shots to the jaw. She lifts Wolf with her, going for the Halo…but WOLF MANAGES TO SHOW OFF HER FLEXIBILITY BY NAILING DEMI WITH A KICK TO THE FACE!!

Arthur La Forge: MOTHER BRAIN! WHAT A KICK!

Mary DeSue: Oof…I felt that one!

Demi back up, holding her face but Wolf snatches her. She screams down at Demi and..EXOR-KISSED!! She then shoves the mandible claw into Demi’s mouth and takes her down, slamming her head into the mat over and over while maintaining the hold. Ref Crash yells to Demi to check on her but gets no response. Eventually, he calls for the bell as Demi’s desperate struggle fades to a listless, limp surrender.

Mr. Rad: Here is your winner…And the newwww number one contender for the Wisdom Title…”Dollface” Sarah Wolf!!

Arthur La Forge: Now it’s gonna be “Dollface” taking on Buster Gloves at Combat Evolved unless something drastic happens!

Mary DeSue: You hear that Vaughn!

—

Sloane Taylor vs. Alix Mayne

Sloane is bouncing eagerly on her foot as the bell rings. She’s hot off of a win over the Power Champion and is looking to back it up here. Alix, who suffered a tough loss last week after a tremendous effort, is looking cool, calm and collected. Her ice-cold, almost robotic expression is in direct contrast to Sloane’s infectious enthusiasm. They tie-up, center of the ring, and Sloane slaps on a side-headlock. Straight out of the textbook, Alix backs her up against the ropes and shoots her off. Sloane rebounds and Alix drops her head, looking for a back body drop, but Sloane somersaults over her, then springs off the ropes, connecting with a springboard crossbody! Cover.

ONE!

Alix kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: And this match is already off to a great start!

Mary DeSue: Ugh! Wholesome sportsmansh[bleep]t!

Both girls up, Sloane swings at Alix but the robot manages to grab her fist and twist her arm around into a hammerlock. She then drops down and takes Sloane over with an arm-drag. Sloane bounces up only to be met with Alix’s feet as she connects with a picture-perfect dropkick. Sloane bounces up a second time only to be met again by a lightning-quick strike by Alix, a superkick! Sloane stumbles back and Alix takes advantage, connecting with a hurricanrana and grabbing her legs for the pin.

ONE!

Sloane kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: Sloane could have been in a bad spot there!

Mary DeSue: She’s use to being in bad spots…she’s currently in my spot…HEY SEBBY!!!

Alix looks to keep the momentum up, quickly backing Sloane into the corner then whipping her to the opposite one. She charges forward and nails Sloane with a running knee strike! Alix then lifts Sloane up onto the top turnbuckle. Alix climbs up with her and hooks her arm, looking for a super-plex, but Sloane fights back! She lays a few punches into Alix’s mid-section, then kicks her off! Alix lands on her feet, but Sloane leaps off the top rope and connects with a flying hurricanrana! Alix pops up off the mamt and Sloane hooks her head, flipping her over into SILVER LINING! The standing spanish fly slams Alix’s back into the mat and Sloane covers.

ONE!

TWO!


Alix kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: Close, but not enough!

Mary DeSue: Artie’s dating life.

Sloane heads up to the top rope, measuring Alix…she leaps off, LOOKING FOR SKYFALL! NOI! Alix rolls out of the way. Sloane lands on her feet and looks to level Alix with a forearm but Alix takes her over with an armwrench snapmare and then drills a kick into her back! She picks Sloane up then heaves her onto the top rope. Using the bounce off of the rope, Alix manages to land a ROPE HUNG NECKBREAKER! Alix quickly hooks the leg.

ONE!


TWO!


Sloane kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: And yours would be Have Cash, Will Grovel?

Mary DeSue: Hey. I’m attracted to a type…THICC MEATY MEN WITH MONEY!

Alix pulls up Sloane and whips her into the corner, she follows her in with a handspring elbow! She grabs Sloane and, using her momentum, takes her over with a monkey flip…but Sloane lands on her feet! Sloane spins around and clotheslines Alix to the ground. Alix pops back up and Sloane again takes her down, this time with a step-up enziguri! Alix is slow to her feet this time, and Sloane charges in, feeling the momentum. She looks for a spinning forearm but Alix ducks underneath it, and quickly twists her body around Sloane’s back in a crucifix position…CRUCIFIX DRIVER!

Arthur La Forge: Crucifix Driver!

Mary DeSue: So is that a Holy Driver? Eh? Eh? EHHHH???

Arthur La Forge: (the sound of facepalming)

But wait, something’s wrong! Alix landed awkwardly on her knee as she executed the move, and looks to be in a lot of pain. She still crawls over to make the pin, showing her never-say-die attitude.

ONE!

TWO!

Sloane kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: Something’s wrong.

Mary DeSue: You’re telling me. I don’t care a thing about this match…

Sloane rolls away, and Alix tries to stand up but she collapses back down to the mat! Ref Crash assesses her condition, then raises his arms and makes the “X” symbol. Sloane appears shocked, and slowly walks over to Alix, who is still clutching her knee very much in agony. She sits down next to Alix, who has tears in her eyes. In a show of respect, Sloane puts an arm around her, as the crowd cheer both competitors. The medical staff finally make it to the ring with a stretcher, and immediately the sadness is palpable in the arena. Ref Crash speaks to one of the staff, then speaks into a mouthpiece.

Mr Rad: Ladies and gentlemen, due to injury Alix Mayne is no longer able to continue…therefore, your winner, SLOANE TAYLOR!

Sloane has her arm raised by Ref Crash as Alix is led away on a stretcher. Sloane doesn’t seem super happy with how things ended, still concerned for her own opponent, but does raise a fist into the air in recognition of the victory.

Arthur La Forge: Not the way she wanted to win but bravo on making sure her opponent was okay.

Mary DeSue: Yeah. Sometimes I guess this wholesome stuff is okay…bleh…

—

We cut to a zoomed-in shot of a Level Up Combat Evolved logo. The shot zooms out to reveal Level Up’s interviewer and head merchandiser, Lenny Brasco, who is standing next to a wall of t-shirts including the one with the logo we just saw. He’s smiling like a used car salesman.

Lenny Brasco: Lenny Brasco here, backstage, in Milwaukee, Wisconsin for Level Up Wrestling EXP 29. I’m over at the merchandise stand, looking at all the memorabilia available to the thousands in attendance and the millions around the world. Now in stock, for the next 24 hours only, you too can own one of these beautiful, Level Up Wrestling Combat Evolved t-shirts, for the special low low price of twenty dollars and twenty two cents.. Just log in to levelupwrestling.com on the world wide web and enter code: “FISHER PRICE FED” for this promotional discount. Get them now, before they are gone

Bursting in from the side of the shot, Lenny Brasco has the microphone ripped out of his hands and is pushed out of frame. His assailant leans over the downed man.. It’s ‘The Dreamkiller’, Jason Ryan.

Jason Ryan: Go take a walk, Brasco! Nobody wants to buy your sh*tty t-shirts.

Ryan barks as Lenny scurries away.

Jason Ryan: Listen up, d*ckwads. There are some things I need to say, and the whole federation needs to hear me.

He pauses before he begins his confession.

Jason Ryan: Amber Payne, 1-2-3, eyes on me! I want you to understand exactly what’s going on between the two of us. I know that you’re developing this unhealthy crush on me, but there are better ways to win a man’s heart than to let him beat the sh*t out of you for a paycheck. Don’t get me wrong, causing you pain gives me a raging half-chub, But I’m just not that into you. It’s the pain that I like. The stupid look on your face. So you can take my picture down off the ceiling, because I’m just USING YOU for my own enjoyment. You’re nothing to me. I wouldn’t piss in your mouth if your teeth were on fire. But if you want to keep taking beatings, we can go on tour and you can get these ‘hands-across-America’ every two weeks until your daddy comes back home with that pack of cigarettes.

Jason takes a moment to gather himself and change topics.

Jason Ryan: Now, none of that should come as a surprise to anyone, but I’m not done yet. I do have a couple other things that the Level Up losers might want to hear about. In fact, I have a piece of merchandise, back here, that should be of particular interest.”

Jason digs around under the merch table and emerges with a black velvet back with a white drawstring. He carries it back towards the camera. And begins to explain while revealing the shiny object.

Jason Ryan:I hold, in these brutal hands, the so-called, ‘Wisdom’ Championship. Not some sh*tty knockoff merch, this is the real deal.

The camera reveals the authentic black ‘BG’ icons on the side plates and the embossed name of ‘Buster Gloves’ along the bottom.

Jason Ryan:It was me, Buster! Not Larry Tact. It was me the whole time, you son of a b*tch! I stole your championship belt last week at EXP. I cut the lights out, I snatched up your stupid girlfriend Emily Simms, and took them both home with me.

Jason Ryan throws the championship belt over his shoulder.

Jason RyanNobody deserves this belt. It should be destroyed, because it’s bullsh*t. Buster is a fraud. A fake. A phony. He’s a paper champion that needs textbooks and rope breaks to get the job done. In a real world situation, a guy like him runs like a prison b*tch. He calls for help. He cries to his mommy. Buster Gloves has no balls.”

Ryan nods in affirmation.

Jason Ryan He has no pride. But I have news for you. Larry Tact isn’t the only one capable of getting that pillow-biting boyscout to snap. Buster Gloves! My name is Jason Ryan. I’ll give you one chance to get your sh*tty belt back. You’re going to fulfill my dream. And here’s what I want. You're going to come to EXP 30 and meet me for a match. We’re going to cut the lights off… again. And when they come back on, your belt will be in the ring. Then we’re going to have an unsanctioned match. No rules. No disqualifications. Non-title. In fact, the results of the match won’t even go in the record books. You won’t have any rules to save you. The ropes won’t help you. And your karate kid bullsh*t can’t block a steel chair or a lead pipe to your dome. If it sounds like a set-up, that’s because it is. I’m gonna crack your skull and f*ck you up so bad that you’ll be glad your dead wife isn’t alive to see it.

Ryan stops again to let that line sink in.

Jason Ryan:I’m a reasonable man though. I recognize that you have to defend that ugly blue belt at Combat Evolved. And that Level Up has a pay-per-view to sell, so here’s what I propose. We will make this a tornado tag match. Your partner? Amber Payne. Mine? Dollface. We both get everything we want. Don’t you kill this dream match, you b*tch of the North. Meet me in Detroit, at the Knights of Columbus, for EXP 30, you coward. Or I’ll burn your entire house to the f*cking ground. That is, after I lay that father of yours to rest. And don’t make the mistake of thinking I’m not going to cave your girlfriend’s stupid head in sooner or later. Because I promise you, when I feel the time is right, I will make sure she spends the rest of her life in a wheelchair. I told you before, I’ll tell you again. I am going to ruin your life and let’s just be honest here. You’re not man enough to stop me, just like how your dad wasn't man enough to keep your mom around. I’ll see you later, b*tch.

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Dane Preston & Joe Montuori vs. Shane Donovan & Avalon Blackthorn

DING!DING!DING!

As the multiplayer tournament match starts off Joe Montuori and Shane Donovan start out for their respective teams with the fans of Level Up already booing Shane.

"OLD MAN!!!!! OLDDDDD MANNNN!!!!"

Shane mouths "I'm only thirty eight" just as Joe charges forward and hits Shane with a rake of the eyes and then follows up with a kick to the gut and a Fameasser! Joe Montuori kips back up and focuses on Shane's knee that's in the brace by picking it up and slamming it into the mat. Shane howls in pain as Joe Montuori slaps him into a Boston Crab close to him and Dane's corner. Shane Donovan is howling in pain as the fans cheer his pain and Joe is happy to oblige by adding more and more wrenching to the crab, until Dane tags himself in. JMont and Dane start mouthing at each other as they pick up Shane Donovan and toss him in the ropes..."Pendulum Shift" by Dane followed by a "Punt Kick" by Joe Montuori which almost looked like he was aiming for Dane. Cover by Dane...

One...

T...FOOT ON THE ROPES BY SHANE DONOVAN!

"BOOOOO!!"

Arthur La Forge: These fans do not like Shane Donovan!

Mary DeSue: Why are they hating…he’s got some thiccness on him…

Dane picks up Shane. Dane hits a face drop onto his knee causing Shane to fall flat to the mat. He picks up Shane and hits a release german suplex! Dane picks up Shane Donovan and tosses the man who "defeated" the Courage Champion last week into the ropes. LOUT THESZ PRESS followed by punches onto Shane Donovan! He picks up Donovan and calls for "Machismo" and hits it! Dane calls for the 1SK, while Joe Montuori rolls his eyes...Dane tosses Shane into the ropes. Shane grabs the ropes to put the breaks on. Dane charges forward. Shane pulls down the top rope. Dane Preston goes to the outside! Shane Donovan leaps to try and tag Avalon but is stopped by getting grabbed from behind by Joe Montuori...JUVI DRIVER!!! The referee, Crash, tells Joe he has to go back to his corner which he does and Dane gets back in the ring. Dane looks angry as Shane laughs at him while on his back. Dane picks up Shane...RDS!!

Arthur La Forge: This patented combo of moves by Dane Preston is a vicious combination to anyone let alone someone whose been hit as much as Shane Donovan in the past few minutes

Mary DeSue: These two really know how to fight together!

While having Shane down in the Guillotine choke with body scissors Joe tags himself in. Dane and JMont glare at each other for a moment, but Dane nods as he picks up Shane Donovan hitting another "Pendulum Shift" as Joe Montuori hits an elbow drop from the top rope right onto the knee braced knee of Shane Donovan. Shane has his hand reached out to Avalon but she's just to far away as he gets dragged back by his leg by Joe Montuori. Joe tosses Shane into the ropes...Shane ducks a clothesline attempt. Joe hits the rebound off the ropes and charges forward into...SPINEBUSTER!!! Spinebuster from Shane Donovan. He gets up wobbly and just falls face first onto the mat.

Arthur La Forge: Desperation Maneuver from Shane Donovan!

Mary DeSue: Keep it up Chubbs of Fun!

Joe starts to get up as Shane crawls toward Avalon. He gets to the ropes. Joe Montuori charges just as Shane tags in Avalon, flipping off Joe in the process. Avalon leaps up to the top turnbuckle and springboards off hitting a flying Spear to Joe Montuori! Dane gets into the ring and the two start trading punches which is what this crowd wants to see. Dane Preston versus Avalon Blackthorn! Both popular superstars with the Level Up Fans and both willing to beat each other senseless. Punches go back and forth between the two until finally someone blinks and it's Dane! Dane misses with a haymaker and Avalon hits Dane with a roundhouse kick that sends him down to one knee. Avalon rushes to the ropes and hits Bomaye to the back of Dane's head! Joe Montuori gets back up and grabs Avalon from behind. He goes for a German Suplex, but Avalon leaps with it and lands on her feet. She drops both knees right onto Joe's face! In the corner we see Shane Donovan adjusting his kneebrace. He yells at Avalon to bring Joe over there. She picks up Joe and irish whips him to the corner. KNEE TO THE FACE FROM SHANE DONOVAN! THE KNEE BRACE SMASHING RIGHT INTO JOE'S FACE!

Arthur La Forge: I thought I just saw a spray of red from that shot!

Mary DeSue: I guess he’s in Ag-O-Knee..

Arthur La Forge: Touche…

Dane gets up and charges at Avalon who takes him down with a drop toe hold! Avalon see's Joe about to get up. Dane gets up and grabs Avalon from behind as Shane charges in..."THE CLINCHER"!! Shane locks in "The Clincher" on Dane as Avalon charges forward and hits "Dance On The Blacktop"! Cover!

One...

Dane is hitting the bad knee of Shane Donovan as Donovan tries desperately to hold on...

Two...

Shane breaks the hold after Dane decks his knee!

THREE!!

Joe kicks out literally a second later! Joe's nose is busted up from that shot to the knee brace...

Mr. Rad: Here are your winners who advance to the next round of the Multiplayer Tournament...Shane Donovan and Avalon Blackthorn!!

Arthur La Forge: The veteran and the rookie narrowly get past The Toxic Tag winners…

Mary DeSue: They apparently aren’t happy about it!

Joe Montuori and Dane Preston are arguing with Referee Crash that something was up with that knee brace that Shane Donovan has on, but Shane has already hightailed it as fast as he can hobble out of the ring to a chorus of boos.

Shane Donovan: Like I care what a bunch of thirty year old virgins think!

The booing will intensify until someone kicks his behind or he leaves. Avalon Blackthorn leaves with Shane Donovan as Dane and Joe continue to argue with referee Crash!

Arthur La Forge: I don’t think we’ve seen the last of these two teams.

Mary DeSue: I think I found a new crush.


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Chelsea Skye & Arturo vs. Chris Page & Mac Bane

DING! DING! DING!

The final match for the first round of The Multiplayer Tournament begins with Chelsea Skye and "Chronic" Chris Page starting off as Skye charges in and starts wailing on Page! After a few stiff shots she whips Page into the ropes and hits a spear right to the ribs! Page howls out in pain and grabs the referee, Pliskin, and shoves him towards Skye! He quickly rolls out of the ring to collect himself but Skye aint having it as she dives out hitting a hurricanrana on Page on the outside...

One...

Two...

Skye picks up Page and rolls him into the ring

Arthur La Forge: Skye is definitely trying her hardest to win this match fast. She wants another chance at gold!

Mary DeSue: "The Side Hussler" is known for working hard and fast...not like...you know what I mean.

Page crawls back a bit but get kicked in chest for his trouble as Skye picks him up and hits a ribbreaker! Tag to Arturo! Arturo goes up top as Skye knee's Page in the ribs. Skye gets out of the ring as Arturo drops a flying top rope pinpoint elbow right into the sternum of Chris Page! Page is howling in pain as Arturo gets up and poses for the fans, and he doesn't notice Page getting to his corner. Arturo does a double take and grabs Page's foot and Page kips his other foot up to basically dropkick Arturo. Page lands on his side, right on the ribs, as he tags in Mac Bane!

Arthur La Forge: Uh oh…It’s about to get personal up in here!!

Mary DeSue: Big Thicc Cowboy!

The former three time SCW World Heavyweight Champion leaps into the ring and grabs Arturo by the face. "SNAKEBITE"! The Iron Claw locked in and Arturo is screaming in agony and pain as he is lifted up high by the six foot six cowboy! Bane slams Arturo into his and Page's corner and just starts chopping the hell out of Arturo's chest over and over again!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

FOUR!!

FIVE!!

Arthur La Forge: I think he’s trying to break his sternum!

Mary DeSue: Serves him right for trying to hurt Page’s ribs!

SIX!!!

SEVEN!!!

EIGHT!!!!

NINE!!!!

TEN!!!!

Arturo's chest looks like someone hit him with a sledgehammer as Bane picks up Arturo over his head and chucks him like a lawndart into the opposing corner! Arturo lands head first onto the top turnbuckle ala snakeeyes and hits the mat hard. Skye is yelling at Arturo to get back up and Arturo is yelling about wanting to go home. Bane picks up Arturo and tosses him into the ropes..."THE RIDE" is hit and Arturo is spinebusted into the center of the ring. Skye keeps yelling at Mac Bane as Mac Bane picks up Arturo again and hits "TEXAS HEAT"...A clothesline that sends Arturo flipping in the air and landing in the center of the ring flat on his back. Bane walks over and tags in Page telling him to finish off Arturo. Skye charges into the ring and her and Bane start brawling and both end up going over the top rope to the outside. Page grabs Arturo and hits the "Page Plant"! Cover...

One...

Two...

THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Mr. Rad: Here are your winners and advancing to round two of The Multiplayer Tournament...The team of Mac Bane and "Chronic" Chris Page!!

Arthur La Forge: And “Chronic” Chris Page and Mac Bane might be adding The Multiplayer Gauntlets to their resumes if they dominate like this for the rest of the tournament.

Mary DeSue: I do not envy anyone who has to face them, and in two weeks Page might be a hundred percent!

Page picks up Arturo and starts yelling at him again as Bane gets back in the ring, Page decides to hold Arturo while Bane winds up for "Texas Heat" again, when from out of the back comes Ziggy Morgan...Ziggy leaps into the ring hitting "CLINT EASTWOOD" just as Bane hits "TEXAS HEAT" on Ziggy!! Both men hit the mat hard...Page is dumbfounded as Skye gets into the ring and hits a flying dropkick to the back of Chris Page! Page grabs his ribs and rolls out of the ring as Ziggy and Arturo lay out next to each other. Bane rolls out of the ring and eyes Ziggy as he's starting to come to as we cut to ringside.

Arthur La Forge: Two cowboys starring each other down…High Noon might happen sooner than we think here at Level Up!

Mary DeSue: I think Ziggy just yee’d his last haw…

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Duncan Shepard vs. Bert McAlroy

As soon as the bell rings, Bert and Duncan meet in the middle of the ring. Shepard stands a near half-a-foot over Bert but it doesn’t back the former champion down from the current. Eventually, Duncan gets tired of Bert’s mouth and piefaces him..AND BERT RETURNS WITH A BONGWATER BUT DUNCAN CATCHES IT! He spins Bert around and goes for a big clothesline but Bert ducks it, snatching Duncan’s arms he goes for the McAldestroyer but Duncan powers away from Bert!

Arthur La Forge: Intelligent move there by “The Final Boss”!

Mary DeSue: Intelligence and Duncan aren’t things you say in the same sentence a lot.

The fans cheer as the two measure each other once more after gaining no ground on one another. Duncan signals for a tie up, and Bert responds with the middle finger before charging in and getting under Duncan’s longer reach, peppering his midsection with rights and lefts until he has the champ in the corner. He goes to whip Duncan across the ring but the champ reverses, sending Bert into the corner. However when Duncan charges in, Bert evades Duncan and nails him with a one legged codebreaker out of the corner!!

Arthur La Forge: Bert baited him and Duncan fell for it!

Mary DeSue: Bert’s being smart…hell has frozen over.

Duncan rolls across the mat favoring his back as Bert climbs to the top rope. He leaps, going for “Maximum Effort” but Duncan evades, causing Bert to crash and burn! Before Bert can recover Duncan jumps on him and applies a grounded front facelock, dropping his weight heavily onto Bert, pushing his face into the mat. He holds him there for a few seconds then floats over into a side headlock. Bert gets his legs under him and pushes to his feet but Duncan hits a headlock takeover.

Arthur La Forge: Duncan Shepard seemingly looking to slow down the pace of this match after those first frantic exchanges.

Mary DeSue: I’m torn between this hold being boring and enjoying watching Bert’s head get squashed.

Duncan grabs Bert’s arm and starts hyperextending it, applying an armbar across his leg, pushing down on Bert’s wrist with the other. Bert wriggles his arm free and counters with a head scissor. From within the hold Duncan shuffles to Bert’s feet, goes into a headstand then abruptly drops out of it to free himself. Duncan goes to grab Bert’s legs but Bert kicks him back to the ropes. Duncan rebounds before Bert can regain his feet though and hits him with a low clothesline. Duncan gets up and goes to Bert’s legs again but Bert escapes to the ropes before any hold can be applied.

Arthur La Forge: Bert know if Duncan catches him he’s done for!

Mary DeSue: Probably greased himself up backstage by taking a bath in Little Caesars hot and ready’s.

Duncan backs up but steps back in the moment Bert is back on two feet. He goes to grab Bert but the smaller man hits him with a knife edge chop. Duncan staggers back a step then retaliates with a forearm strike. The two exchange these two strikes several times with Bert getting the better of the exchange, driving them both away from the ropes. With Duncan clutching his chest Bert speeds past him. Duncan turns straight into a hurricanrana but cartwheels out of it. Bert gets up, surprised to see Duncan standing then gets drilled with a shoulder block just as he regains his footing.

Arthur La Forge: A cartwheel out of a hurricanrana! What a move by the champ!

Mary DeSue: Yes! Bash Bert’s Brains In!

Duncan runs to the ropes. Bert dives at his feet and Duncan steps over, on the rebound again Bert goes for a dropkick but Duncan hooks himself on the ropes and Bert only kicks air. Duncan jumps on him, grabs Bert’s leg and deadlifts him into a shinbreaker. Bert rolls away, favoring his leg as he tries to put some distance between himself and Duncan. Bert pulls himself up on the ropes Ref Kirby checks on him but Bert shoves past just in time to see Duncan running in with a big boot that he ducks..and REF KIRBY GETS TAKEN OUT!!

Arthur La Forge: We gotta refs who can take a hit. Ghosts and Goblins has better hit bars.

Mary DeSue: I know that’s a deep cut, but I don’t care.

Duncan looks down at what he’s done, shaking his head but turning to find Bert, knowing he won’t let up or waste an opportunity. He turns to find Bert springing over the top rope preparing to GIVE HIM THE BERT…BUT NO! DUNCAN SMASHES BERT OUT OF MIDAIR WITH THE BIOTIC CHARGE! THE SPEAR NEARLY CUTS BERT IN HALF AS DUNCAN GOES FOR THE COVER!

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE HUNDRED! REF KIRBY REMAINS OUT

Arthur La Forge: THE REF IS DOWN! THIS COULD HAVE BEEN OVER!!

Mary DeSue: You leave Kirby alone…it’s the best nap he’s had in a while.

Duncan sits up, frustrated. He slaps Bert across the top of the head before using his face to push himself up and go to check on Kirby. However, seemingly supercharged by the disrespect Bert kips to his feet and charges Duncan, he snatches his arms and gets him turned around for the McAldestroyer! No! Duncan gets his arms free and into a waist lock. THE MASKED MAN HAS HIT THE RING! DUNCAN DOESN'T SEE HIM. HE GOES FOR A GERMAN SUPLEX. BRASS KNUCKS FLASH IN THE LIGHTS AS THE MASKED MAN SWINGS.

BUT BERT BLOCKS THE SUPLEX AND COUNTERS INTO A VICTORY ROLL. HE DUCKS HIS HEAD-

THE BRASS KNUCKS CONNECT WITH DUNCAN SHEPARD’S JAW AS BERT PULLS HIM FORWARD! DUNCAN IS OUT COLD!

Arthur La Forge: No…No…NONONONONONO!!!

Mary DeSue: …I’m impressed...With something Bert did…These drugs be laced with something wrong…

The masked man turns to find Bert only to eat a Bongwater! He drops the knucks which Bert eyes. He looks toward Duncan, then the knucks and picks them up. He waits for Duncan to get to his hands and knees, groggily crawling toward the ropes but Bert chucks them in Duncan’s path, he charges forward..MDN! CURBSTOMP ON THE KNUCKS! Bert throws them from the ring, yelling at a barely stirring Kirby to count as he hooks both Duncan’s legs!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Mr. Rad: Here is your winner…Bert McAlroy!!

Arthur La Forge: I…Well…He won…but…I…

Mary DeSue: I think Bert is starting to grow on me…

Bert stands, sneering down at Duncan as the audience seems to have a mixed reaction to everything. Shaking his head, maybe not even a fan of his own actions Bert turns..AND IS LAID OUT BY THE BRASS KNUCKS! THE MASKED MAN GOT THEM BACK!! THE CHAMP AND NUMBER ONE CONTENDER ARE NOW BOTH LAID OUT AS THE MASKED MAN STANDS OVER THEM.

The masked man snatches the final boss title from a befuddled ref Kirby, staring at it before reaching up, gloved hand still glistening with brass knuckles covered in the blood of two men and slowly pulls the mask off to reveal…

JOEY CRASH!!!


Arthur La Forge: JOEY CRASH IS BACK!!!

Mary DeSue: Oh…Someone’s shit is gonna get wrecked for sure!


The show fades to black with Joey Crash in the ring, holding the Final Boss Championship high in the air.

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