Post by jay on Aug 20, 2022 0:59:15 GMT -5
We fade in on the outside of Knights of Columbus in Detroit, Michigan and then we cut to the inside where we see the packed house full of rabid Level Up Fans! The RADDrone starts to fly around the arena and we see a variety of signs from the fans.
I would like some unsanctioned WANK!
FF7 Sucks!
You Uncultured Swine!
Hail to the Queen!
Hail to the King!
Hail to the Crazy Queen!
HAIL THE MUSTACHE!
(Someone wearing an umbrella hat) Hailstorm...get it?!
Nentiendo gonna sue somebody!
Arturo was robbed!
CCPE!!
The Game Changers!
DAMN GOODE!!
BUSTING MAKES ME FEEL GOOD!!
GIMMIE THAT BLACK SH!T!
Why's Guy?! (With a picture of Guy Manson wearing a Where's Waldo Hat)
I keep waiting for Ricci!
I gave her The Bert and now I owe child support!
INCOMING CRASH!!
BIOTICCCC CHARGGEEE!!
The RADDrone makes one final pass as it lands in front of the commentators table. Seated, as always, is Arthur La Forge and Mary DeSue. Arthur is wearing his Captain N Letterman's Jacket and Mary DeSue is cosplaying as The Baronness from G.I. Joe!
Arthur La Forge: Welcome everyone to Level Up Wrestling EXp Episode Thirty! And we are just two weeks away from Combat Evolved, shaping up to be the most brutal pay per view in Level Up this year!
Mary DeSue: Dah darling...It is going to be perfect...FOR COBRAHHHHH muahahha!!
Arthur La Forge: ...
Mary DeSue: Stop staring at my cleavage in this outfit Artie.
Arthur La Forge: I wasn't...
Static takes over the screen as we hear the familiar sound of...
"WAHHH WAHHH WAHH WAHHHH WAHHHHH!!!"
We fade in on Wank holding a black and white filtered camera at his face.
Wank: Everybodi trying to makeah dah Wank out to be a johke...Lemmeah tella you somethin...Da joking ends soon...And den...WALUIGIS GONNA WIN!!
We cut back to the ringside commentators.
Arthur La Forge: I thought we fixed this issue months ago.
Mary DeSue: The boss...fix something?
Arthur La Forge: True, oh well...ON WITH THE SHOW!
Mary DeSue: You aren't even trying to...
Arthur La Forge: Nope, not with Waluigis in the system again.
Mary DeSue: That's fair.
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Eli Goode vs. Kennedy Matthews
The two quickly circle around each other before locking up, and Eli gets a quick headlock on the newcomer. Kennedy shoves him off into the ropes, and he comes back with a running chop that knocks her down. Goode bounces off the ropes, and Kennedy turns onto her belly, forcing him to jump over her and run off the other side. She tries for a hip toss but he drops to his knees and lifts her up and over with a fireman's carry. She gets up, clutching at her back and glaring at him, as he's outwrestled her so far.
Arthur La Forge: The Courage Champion showing exactly why he has that belt.
Mary DeSue: Not exactly a fair first match for the PsyQueen. Were the WaLuigis busy?
Arthur La Forge: They refused to face her after what she did last show. Eli didn't approve, so he volunteered.
Mary DeSue: Freakin' Goode-y two-shoes.
Eli goes to lock up again, but Kennedy has other plans and kicks him in the gut. She tries for another and Goode catches the leg, so she tries an enziguri, and he ducks it. When she lands, he leaps in front to grab a front facelock and gator rolls her until they end up in the ropes. Referee Kirby asks him to break and he does. He takes a bit too long acknowledging the referee and Kennedy gets a vicious back elbow to the face to knock him back a step. He steps forward to strike back and she throws herself in the ropes, living up to her name and playing mind games with him. The referee once again forces Eli to take a step back.
Arthur La Forge: I have a feeling she's gonna fit right in with certain types here in Level Up.
Mary DeSue: You mean the awesome ones? I agree!
They lock up again and Goode forces her into a corner. He then delivers a huge forearm shiver to the jaw, then backs up and runs up to deliver a monkey flip out of the corner. As Goode moves to strike, Kennedy once again ties herself up in the ropes to get him to back off. The referee pulls Eli away and Kennedy hits an open-handed palm strike to the chin to daze him. After that, it's a standing enziguri that staggers him to the point he falls and hits the middle turnbuckle in the corner. Eli turns around, clutching at his jaw, before Kennedy pulls him out of the corner and hits a Saito suplex! She floats over with the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
No, Eli kicks out.
Arthur La Forge: Kennedy starting to get her bearings now, and Goode can't afford a loss this close to Combat Evolved.
Mary DeSue: Maybe he shouldn't pick fights with every "bad" guy then?
Arthur La Forge: Are you for real doing finger quotes? The people can't see you!
Kennedy Matthews seems to be focused on the neck and jaw area, as she applies a neck crank to the seated Goode. She twists hard enough that it looks like Eli's neck might break, but he turns his body in the direction of his neck and gets up to hit a series of shots to her abdomen to get her to let go. In response, she latches his head onto her shoulder and drops down to hit a jawbreaker. Goode moves out of a pinning position, getting up but still dazed and holding his jaw. Kennedy hits a bicycle kick that's only a glancing blow, but enough to rock the champion. He falls down into the corner in a seated position. Kennedy rushes forwad and NAILS him with a running knee to the jaw, before pulling him out by the leg and pinning him.
ONE!
TWO!
THRe---NO! Eli gets the shoulder up.
Arthur La Forge: Kennedy has picked her target and I wouldn't be surprised if Eli needs dental work after that knee.
Mary DeSue: Oh no, that winning smile!
Arthur La Forge: You are being outright mean tonight.
Mary DeSue: I will never forgive him for stealing that belt from a Game Changer.
Goode gets up to his knees only to be struck back down with a hard right hand from Matthews. Kennedy then runs off the ropes and attempts another knee strike to the prone Goode, who side-steps at the last minute! Kennedy bounces off the ropes and straight into a SLING BLADE from Goode, but he doesn't appear to hit it as effectivey as he wants. It takes energy out of the champion as well, however, and he's unable to cover. Both fighters get to their feet and Kennedy resumes attacking the jaw with right hands. After two strikes, she swings for a third and Goode ducks it, then hits a Pele kick! He then runs off the ropes and connects with ANOTHER SLING BLADE, and this time he gets all of it! COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THR--NO! Kennedy kicks out!
Arthur La Forge: Kennedy kicked out of one of Eli's big moves, so that shows something right there.
Mary DeSue: Yeah, and he's so out of it he didn't hit it big the first time.
Arthur La Forge: He's definitely wobbly, let's see if he can follow up.
Eli goes up top, looking for a frog splash, but is surprised when Kennedy hops up onto the top rope with him. The two trade shots until Goode finally hits a headbutt to knock her down. He prepares to jump off for the frog splash, but Kennedy moves, and Goode is able to adjust and land on his feet. He rolls through, turns around and gets kicked in the stomach. Kennedy goes for the God Save The Queen, but Goode drops down to his knees to block, then scoops her up on his shouldes and hits THE GOODE BYE! COVER!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Mr. Rad: Here is your winner, the Courage Champion...ELI GOODE!
Arthur La Forge: Eli did it! But a lot of respect should go to Kennedy Matthews, who nearly upset the champion in her debut match!
Mary DeSue: He got lucky!
After Eli’s match, he stands up from the mat and walks over to the timekeeper table. He quickly grabs a microphone and looks at the ramp. He walks back inside of the ring fuming with residual anger from his match. He points to the entranceway.
Eli Goode: Look, I don’t care what you do to me, or my mind, or my body, but Stephen Stratford, you had no right to do what you did. You invaded the privacy of my girlfriend. You invaded the sanctity of my discretion. You became more of a piece of sh** than you normally are. So I want you to get your ass out here right now, and meet me face to face.
Eli stands in the ring and stares at the ramp. He shouts for Stephen to come to the ring and the microphones on the camera slightly catch what he is saying.
Eli Goode: Come on you sonuvabitch! Get out here! Come on.
The arena waits and the tension is palpable. It continues to rise, but despite Eli’s ever increasing rage taking over him, and his pacing back and forth in a restless manner, nothing seems to happen.
For a moment the lights flicker, just briefly. Eli Goode readies himself for what he expects to come next. This wouldn’t be a polite conversation. In fact, if Eli had it his way, there would be very little words exchanged at all.
But then.. Nothing.
Eli Goode snarls and raises the microphone to his lips once more.
Eli Goode: What are you? Scared? Just wait until I lay eyes on you, it is on sight.
Eli throws the mic down, angrily, and then drops to the mat, leaving under the bottom rope. The Detroit crowd booing loudly as they were teased an encounter that did not come to light.
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Duncan Shepard vs. Drake Wilcox
The bell rings, and immediately the 7 foot Wilcox tries to leverage his size to his advantage by grabbing the Final Boss champion and launching him into the ropes with an Irish whip. He then charges forward, catching Duncan with a massive clothesline as he rebounded off of the ropes. Duncan quickly gets to his feet, cutting short Drake’s momentum by nailing his larger opponent with a well-placed drop kick. Drake stumbles backwards, giving Duncan the space to follow it up with a shoulder block that knocks Wilcox back into the corner. Pressing the advantage, Shepard moves in to deliver several shoulder thrusts into Drake’s midsection.
Arthur La Forge: Taking out the big man’s ribs might be the best strategy for the champs style of hard hitting.
Mary DeSue: Well, if he can’t breath he can’t fight.
After several strikes to his ribs Drake delivers a clubbing blow across the champion’s back, dropping him to one knee. Drake nails Shepard with another one, then picks him up and body slams him to the mat. Drake then climbs up to the second rope, grasping the top rope with both hands and dropping down to drive his boot directly into Shepard’s sternum. Duncan is left gasping for breath as Drake repeats the process, grinning at the damage he’s inflicting to the Final Boss. With Shepard momentarily incapacitated Wilcox continues his assault, reaching down and pulling him up. He then wrapped his two massive hands around the champ’s throat, lifting him up into the air before bringing him crashing down with a choke slam! He quickly hooks the leg:
One…
Two…
No, shoulder up!
Arthur La Forge: Drake Wilcox nearly pulled off the upset of the century, but the “Final Boss” had a bit more left in his energy meter.
Mary DeSue: NERRRRRRRDDDD!!!
Drake bellows about it being a slow count as he moves to grab Duncan, but his opponent catches him off balance, sending Drake to the mat with a double leg takedown. Shepard scrambles forward, peppering the felled giant with rights to keep him disorientated before delivering a Krogan Handshake. Duncan then got to his feet, gesturing to Wilcox to get up. The big man pushed himself upright, with Duncan charging him immediately. Drake cut him off, delivering a massive powerslam! The giant took a moment to catch his breath shaking his head before getting up and grabbing Duncan, sending him shoulder-first into the corner!
Arthur La Forge: A powerslam out of nowhere! What’s it going to take to take the giant of “The Game Changers” down!
Mary DeSue: A functioning shoulder I’d say. Look at how he’s favoring it like a little baby.
Shepard grasps his shoulder in pain as Drake approaches, a meaty paw coming down across his back and shoulder to pile on the abuse. Drake then grabs the Final Boss around the midsection, lifting him up before dropping down onto one knee to deliver a shoulder breaker onto the arm that had hit the post. Duncan continues to favor that arm as Drake grabs the shoulder with a claw hold, squeezing the joint as he forced Shepard down to his knees.
Arthur La Forge: Drake definitely is trying something different, instead of the usual just beating the hell out of his opponent he seems to be going for a targeted assault!
Mary DeSue: Drake’s not an idiot just because he’s a big thicc guy. You should know strategy is not just for the smaller wrestlers Artie.
The Final Boss’ face was filled with anguish as Drake cranks down with his hand upon the shoulder he had been working over, trying to dig his fingers in to cause more damage. Duncan reaches out with his leg, managing to get his foot onto the bottom rope and causing the referee to call for a break of the hold. Drake holds it until a four count, releasing it before turning to yell at the referee. Duncan winces as he rolls his shoulder before pushing himself to his feet. Drake moved to cut him off with a heavy right, but Shepard blocked the punch and delivered one of his own. Shepard tried again, but this time Drake grabs his arm and whips him hard into the corner.
Arthur La Forge: INCOMING BIG BOOT!
Mary DeSue: Foot to the face! Do it!
Drake charges into the corner, looking to hit a big boot. Shepard ducks out of the way at the last moment, causing the giant to get his leg hung up over the top rope. Duncan quickly moved to capitalize, driving an elbow into the side of Wilcox’s head before pushing the man so he ended up sitting on the top turnbuckle. Duncan drills Wilcox with another Krogan Handshake before throwing one of Drake’s massive arms over his head, using the elevation to get the larger man up despite the hurt shoulder in a fisherman’s position before spinning and bringing him down with the Reaper’s Bane!
One…
Two…
THREE!!!!
DING!DING!DING!
Mr. Rad: Here is your winner…
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Arthur La Forge: So we’ve been informed that Stephen Stratford has still not arrived at the arena tonight, and the word is that we are about to confirm a last-minute replacement for his match against Chelsea Skye.
Mary DeSue: Rumor has it that he got caught up with some personal business which meant he missed his flight from New Orleans, but given the words from Eli Goode after his match earlier in the night, perhaps that business wasn’t all that personal?
Arthur La Forge: At least not personal to him maybe. All we know is the #1 contender and challenger to Eli Goode’s Courage Championship at Combat Evolved is not in the building and Chelsea Skye is seemingly willing to accept what would be a last-minute replacement opp–
Mary DeSue: Wait, wait, I’m hearing that we have an update, let’s cut to the cameras in the back.
We cut to the backstage area and we are met with a team of cameramen who are rushing to get to position.
Stage-hands and assistants are moving from side to side to make way and then we cut to a camera on the other side of the fire exit door. A large black Mercedes with blacked out windows has pulled up at the door, and as the vehicle rolls to a stop, the driver opens his door and steps out, placing a hat on his head before walking the long way around the vehicle to open the door.
Stephen Stratford emerges from the vehicle, wearing broad heart-shaped black sunglasses, Doc Marten boots, ripped black jeans and an oversized Iggy Pop t-shirt. His hair is messy in the way that it hasn’t been tended to, rather than messy-by-design. He walks slowly, carefree, almost sauntering toward the entrance to the arena.
A low commotion ripples through the audience in the arena, trying to make sense of what they are witnessing.
Stephen Stratford would typically be flanked by his wife, but on this night, he was alone. A handler of some kind was trying to give him instructions, and direct him to the ring for his match, but he barely paid her any attention, before stopping and turning to her.
Stephen Stratford: Where is Paul Montuori?
The handler seems somewhat taken aback.
Handler: I.. don’t know? I’m sorry, we have additional security here to escort you directly to the entrance ramp for your match because Eli Goode seems to be out for your blood, and we can’t afford any further delays. I don’t think we will be ab–
Stephen Stratford: Eli… Eli Goode? Who’s that, again?
Handler: The Courage Champion. Your opponent at Combat Evolved.
Stephen Stratford: Seems like a nice bloke, wonder what’s tickled his sphincter?
Handler: Something about someone invading the sanctity of something.. Listen, that’s not important. What is important is–
Stephen Stratford: Is that you either take me to Paul Montuori, or bring him to me. Immediately. I need to speak to him. Everything else can wait.
The Handler’s arms drop to her side in despair. Stephen stands still, rocking on his heels and moving his pale bare lips from side to side as though using his teeth to scratch an itch on the inside of his mouth. He appears to be in no rush, and intentionally unbothered by the fact that he seems to be holding up the proceedings.
After a brief pause, the Handler looks up from her clipboard that had now returned from swaying at her hip to being in front of her face, and she received instructions through her headset. She looked back at the prima donna in her wake, and began to explain what she had been told.
Handler: Okay, they’re going to have Paul meet you at the ramp. But you have to go fast, we’ve got a tight schedule tonight, Stephen.
Stephen Stratford: Wonderful. Many thanks, dear.
Stephen Stratford walked the short distance from where he’d arrived to the ramp, there was security lining both sides of a cleared path, which amused him greatly. As promised, Paul Montuori was waiting there, with a handler of his own, and an additional couple of security guards, in case something happened.
Stephen walked directly towards Paul, putting the staff on edge. But there was no anger, or heated words. In fact, Stratford smiled.
Paul Montuori: What’s happening? Did something happen?
Stratford’s smile shortens slightly. A microchange in his expression. He reaches a hand up and places his delicate fingers on the rims of the black heart-shaped glasses, then withdraws them from his face. Carefully, arm by arm, he folds them closed, and then reaches for Paul’s hand.
As Paul’s face goes from worried to perturbed, Stephen Stratford places the sunglasses in the palm of his hand, and mouths ‘look after them’ as if it was the most normal thing in the world to be doing.
Stratford turns to his handler and lets her know that they can play his music now.
TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF! TURN IT–
As the opening licks of his music echo through the arena, the shot hangs on Paul Montuori who is looking at the back of Stratford’s head as he enters the arena.
Paul Montuori: What the fuck?
—
Stephen Stratford vs. Chelsea Skye
Immediately, Chelsea tries to lock up but Stephen has no time for that and kicks her in the abdomen to double her over. After that, it's a stiff forearm to the jaw that knocks Skye back into the corner. Stratford follows, but the Nightmare Angel isn't going to go down with out a fight and kicks him in the gut to stop the attack. With Stratford doubled over, she begins to wail away on his back, but Stratford is undefeated for a reason and gets a kneelift to momentarily stop her attack.
Arthur La Forge: Stephen Stratford has been on an absolute tear in Level Up.
Mary DeSue: If I were Duncan Shepard, I'd start worrying. Eli should be drawing up a will.
Stratford adds a huge chop to wake Skye up, then pulls her out of the corner and hits a generic body slam. He lifts her up and hits another, more forceful this time. Stratford stares down as she writhes in pain, almost like he enjoys it, before picking her up and throwing her off the ropes. She ducks a wild lariat and bounces off the other side, jumping up and scoring with a hurricanrana! Stratford is thrown off his game, which is exacerbated when she follows up with a dropkick. He flops backwards and back up into a sitting position in the corner, so Skye runs over and climbs up the ropes, stomping downward on the chest of Stratford as though she were running in place!
Arthur La Forge: Innovative offense from the Nightmare Angel!
Mary DeSue: She's turning his chest into ground beef!
She takes a moment to acknowledge the cheers from the crowd, and that costs her as when she attempts an Irish Whip into the other corner, Stratford reverses. She hits the turnbuckles hard, but gets her legs up when Stratford runs in. Then she charges and he quickly pops off a snap powerslam! He then starts to stomp her as revenge, before hoisting her up and hitting a snapmare. With her in a sitting position, he starts to hit a series of toe kicks to the back to add to her pain, before flattening her out and hitting a sharp elbow drop to the face. He covers.
One!
Two!
No! She gets the shoulder up.
Arthur La Forge: Stephen Stratford seems like a miserable human being.
Mary DeSue: You just described 98% of wrestlers.
Arthur La Forge: Yeah, but him especially.
Stratford gets up and surveys the crowd, who don't approve of his mean-spirited offense. He pulls Chelsea up and lays her out with a short-arm clothesline, then picks her back up for a dragon suplex but she locks her leg behind his to prevent it. Stephen Stratford seems to take offense to this and proceeds to hammer down on her back to beat her into submission. He tries for the dragon suplex again but Skye refuses to give up, dropping down and getting a quick flash pin on Stratford!
ONE!
TWO!
THR--NO! Stratford barely escapes.
Arthur La Forge: Chelsea Skye almost ended the streak right there!
Mary DeSue: Can you imagine? It would be a travesty!
Stratford pops up and knees Chelsea right in the mouth for daring to want to win. He then hooks her up for a vertical suplex, but Skye slips behind him and gets a reverse waistlock. Stratford reverses that with one of his own, but Chelsea runs forward and ducks down, causing Stratford to spill through the ropes and fall to the outside. Chelsea then runs and hits a TOPE SUICIDA through the ropes onto the standing Stratford! She climbs back onto the apron and jumps off with a DOUBLE STOMP TO THE FLOOR! The Nightmare Angel crashes down hard on the abdomen of Stratford!
Arthur La Forge: Chelsea might have a chance here!
Mary DeSue: She's mad! Look at her! I think Stratford lit a fire under her!
To prove that point, Syke screams out and the audience approves. She throws Stratford in the ring and immediately covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THR---Stratford kicks out. She lifts him up and attempts an Irish Whip, which he reverses. As she comes back, she CONNECTS with a spear! Another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Th--ANOTHER kickout! Skye grabs the arm and leg of Stratford and drags him to the corner. She climbs up and jumps off for SKYE'S THE LIMIT, but Stratford gets the knees up! She rolls off him, trying to catch her breath, and stumbles around right into a quick CHIP ON MY SHOULDER! Stratford covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
Mr. Rad: Here is your winner...STEPHEN STRATFORD!
Arthur La Forge: The undefeated streak continues, but I don't think Stratford was prepared for Chelsea Syke to make him earn it!
Mary DeSue: The fan favorite types do that. Eli's gonna make him really mad before Strat takes his title.
Stratford made his way up the ramp towards the back, a slight stagger in his step. Now that the match was over, the overbearing security detail had been pulled back. He seemed to be on the lookout for Paul Montuori, having leaned in to one of the crowd-controllers on the railings and asked them if they’d seen said Montuori.
As if from nowhere, a body jumped the railings on the opposite side and was making a bee-line for Stratford. His baseball cap flew off in the momentum and it became clear very quickly that this was not just another fan, and it was actually Eli Goode.
Rage filled Goode, and he was within touching distance of getting a modicum of revenge on Stephen Stratford when three large security guards tackled him to the ground.
Goode was trapped beneath the guards, who were all on the ground a few feet in front of Stephen Stratford. The crowd were going wild, chanting “let them fight!” and so forth. The camera was close enough to pick up what happened next.
Stephen Stratford: No, no, no, let him up. What’s going on?
Stratford reaches down and taps the shoulder of the closest guard.
Stephen Stratford: It’s okay, please can you get off of him?
Guard: We’ve been told to–
Stephen Stratford: I can assure you, there’s nothing to worry about here…
Stephen reaches down to help Eli up from beneath them. Eli struggles to his feet without taking Stratford’s hand, and in his own confusion of what is transpiring, does not immediately rush to throw hands. Somehow, he stands in front of Stephen Stratford, intrigued by the aura of calm that radiates from him.
Stephen Stratford: We can all get a little over-excited at times, but you should know that there are boundaries in place for your safety and mine. Please, don’t do this again. Here..
Stratford reaches behind for his back pocket and withdraws a folded piece of paper. He unfolds it to reveal an magazine cutout-sized poster of him standing amongst a sea of fog.
Stephen Stratford: I have this signed poster in my pocket which you can have, will you promise to not cause any more trouble?
Stratford extends his arm, offering the poster to Eli. Eli is dismissive at first, before he catches a glimpse of the message that came with the signature. And in this moment, his eyes fill with rage. More rage than before. His face flushes red hot and even the three security guards could not do anything to stop him from taking Stratford down to the concrete floor and start unloading rights and lefts into his face.
Relentless, even as security ripped the two men apart, Eli would break free and re-connect with Stratford.
Four or five times Goode managed to slip through the security and get back onto Stratford, with the crowd going crazy throughout, willing him to knock Stratford out or eff him up. As more and more security streamed out from the ramp to separate them, Eli was escorted off by several men holding a limb each, but he still thrashed and swore and promised a fresh kind of hell as he disappeared out of the shot.
The camera settled on the poster, discarded on the floor. In scrawling silver pen, the words read - “Dear Will, I hope I will always be your favorite wrestler. Stephen Stratford.”
And as the shot widened, Stratford could be seen sitting on the concrete floor next to the poster, a large laceration on his lip from the initial blow pouring blood out onto his chin and chest, and he had a wild grin on his face, as though he lived for this moment.
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Peter Vaughn vs. Emily Simms
When the bell rings, Emily Simms comes bursting out of her corner, looking to charge Peter to apply pressure with some strikes. Peter has other plans, being backed towards the ropes and ducking between them. Referee Crash Cortex tells Emily to back off, allowing The Mechanic space to get out from the ropes. Emily steps back and as Peter emerges she charges in again! Vaughn frustrates Simms by returning between the ropes, causing Ref Cortex to again tells Simms to back away. She takes precisely one step backwards and crosses her arms in front of Cortex, who orders her to move further from Peter Vaughn, who holds his position between the ropes. We catch sight of him smiling at Emily while behind Cortex. Simms fumes and stomps back towards her corner, grabbing the ropes and screaming out, which gets the crowd riled up with the fan favorite.
Arthur LaForge: Emily Simms is out here to have a match, and Peter Vaughn doesn’t appear too keen to engage.
Mary DeSue: He won’t let this loose cannon, Emily Simms, push him around. You’re not giving him enough respect, Artie.
When Simms turns back from the crowd, she finds The Mechanic flying at her with a Cross Body! Vaughn bowls over Emily and he pops up and takes a bow to the disapproving crowd… when Emily kips up! She delivers purposeful right hands to Peter and staggers him backwards. As he nears the ropes, she wisely grabs his arm and slings him away with an Irish whip and goes for a Standing Dropkick– except Vaughn holds onto the ropes. Emily flops to the mat as she hits air and Peter follows in with a leaping snapmare that sends Simms hard onto her back. The Mechanic is back up and takes to running the ropes of his own volition. As Emily is getting up, Vaughn hits her with a low angle Hurricanrana that takes her back to the mat. The Game Genie holder mounts Emily’s back and grabs her head, flashing a devilish grin to the LEVEL UPDOGS— Insult To Injury! He grinds her face back-and-forth against the canvas that does not give! Peter then smashes Emily’s head on the mat and makes a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
NO! EMILY KICKS OUT!
LEVEL UPDOGS: WAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
Arthur LaForge: Credit to Emily for that kickout, but the damage done as she continues to hold her face after Peter gave her a bad case of ring burn.
Mary DeSue: Eww Artie, that sounds like what happens after a night of bad decisions.
Arthur LaForge: I have no idea what you’re talking about…
Mary DeSue: *sigh* I believe you, sweet, innocent Artie.
Vaughn is quick to act after the kickout, seeing Simms vulnerable. He swings himself through the near ropes to quickly ascend to the top rope as Emily rolls onto her back holding her face. As Emily rises up, Peter comes off with a Missile Dropkick… it connects! Emily finds the canvas once more but Peter wrenches her back up, leveraging his size advantage. He cinches in a side headlock and then runs Emily towards the ropes… Slingshot Bulldog! He goes for another pin attempt!
ONE!
TWO!
NO FURTHER! EMILY KICKS OUT AGAIN!
LEVEL UPDOGS: WAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
Arthur LaForge: Vaughn attempting to close this one out, and Emily is slamming the brakes on it.
Mary DeSue: She’s annoyingly able to stick around. Come on, Vaughn, up the ante here.
Arthur LaForge: We’ve seen Emily able to capitalize on opponent’s mistakes. Peter Vaughn better be careful he doesn’t slip up.
Peter goes to the corner and picks up his briefcase with the Game Genie inside, drawing a warning from Ref Cortex. Vaughn brushes them off and leans over to Emily Simms, taunting that he could cash-in on Buster Gloves, her boyfriend and the current Wisdom Champion. Emily stands up as Peter practically shoves the briefcase into her face, continuing his heckling. Simms suddenly smacks the briefcase away, her intensity taking Peter by surprise! The briefcase goes spinning on the mat and falls outside of the ring. While The Mechanic watches it go, his head snaps back to Simms and absorbs and Uppercut. Emily follows up with a Roundhouse Kick, then makes good on the Standing Dropkick she missed earlier! Peter is knocked off balance and Emily goes for her signature Swinging Neckbreaker! Peter swings right out of it and looks for a backslide pin! Emily slips out of that and as they’re both getting up, she moves in close under him and pops her hips, lifting him on her shoulders even as she stands herself— G2S! Emily’s knee rocks The Mechanic’s jaw and he shudders on the mat as she dives on top!
ONE!
TWO!
VAUGHN KICKS OUT!
LEVEL UPDOGS: BOOOOOOOOOO!!!
As Emily stands, Vaughn begins rolling to the ropes and before she can stop him, he rolls right off the apron to the floor!
Arthur LaForge: Vaughn using Emily Simms to poke at our Wisdom Champion, Buster Gloves, clearly looking to send a reminder that he has the Game Genie ready at all times. Then when it seemed Emily had Vaughn in an opportune place, he managed to slip away.
Mary DeSue: Brilliant! He may look mild mannered, but this guy has got smarts.
Arthur LaForge: No doubt, Mary. Peter’s intelligence has been a great tool in his toolbox, helping him capture many World Championships. He’s one of our fiercest competitors in the ring.
Mary DeSue: Plus that Game Genie of his could magically win him another title!
Peter takes a few seconds to catch his breath, and locates the briefcase with the Game Genie inside. He stands up with it… and Emily Simms lands a Dropkick through the ropes that slams the briefcase into The Mechanic’s chest! He drops the briefcase and clutches his chest. Emily rebounds off the far ropes and LEAPS ONTO THE TOP ROPE BEFORE EXECUTING A PICTURE PERFECT SLINGSHOT SWANTON BOMB! SHE COMES RIGHT DOWN ONTO VAUGHN AND LEAVING BOTH ON THE FLOOR!!
LEVEL UPDOGS: WAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
Arthur LaForge: Like a seeking red shell, Emily Simms torpedoes Peter Vaughn with that Swanton!
Mary DeSue: This isn’t right. Peter was outside so he could figure out his next move. Don’t just let her attack him out there, Cortex.
Arthur LaForge: There are no timeouts in wrestling, Mary. You have to be ready at all times.
Emily is up first and feels the LEVEL UPDOGS getting behind her for an upset. She looks down at Peter and then kicks the steel steps a couple times, dislodging them. She carries them over to Vaughn and set them down on the floor before muscling him up in a front headlock. After several knees hit their mark, Emily brings Vaughn’s head down on the steel stairs! Again! A third time! The Mechanic is dazed and laid out across the steps while Emily rolls in and back out to break Ref Cortex’s count, which was at six. Simms then retrieves the Game Genie briefcase and places it unceremoniously on the body of Vaughn. A swift kick to the guts of Peter ensures he stays put, and Emily then points to the top turnbuckle with a fiery shout! She pulls herself onto the apron and then climbs rung by rung to the top turnbuckle…
Mary DeSue: What is she doing?
Arthur LaForge: Emily Simms is going for broke! Whatever she does here could determine the fate of this match.
Mary DeSue: Peter, this is a real, real bad time to be on break. Clock back in, man!
With a deep breath… EMILY LAUNCHES OFF WITH THE STAR RISE SHOOTING STAR PRESS TO VAUGHN ON THE OUTSIDE STAIRS AND BRIEFCASE!!!
…
VAUGHN SLIDES OFF THE STAIRS! EMILY CRASHES AND BURNS ON THE STAIRS AND ENDS UP IN A FETAL POSITION ON THE FLOOR!!
Arthur LaForge: MOTHER BRAIN! That was a BRUTAL landing by Emily Simms, who went big to try and finish off Peter Vaughn. What an attempt but unfortunately, she is suffering the downside of a high risk offense.
Mary DeSue: I don’t like her, but it takes guts to try that move to the outside. Big yikes on that landing!
Whether he moved himself off the steel stairs, or was bestowed some good fortune, Peter Vaughn is back on his feet and surveys the scene: Emily Simms prone on the floor, being checked on by Referee Cortex, the steel stairs askew, and the briefcase at his feet. He places the briefcase back in a corner, goes over to Emily and tells Ref Cortex to either end the match or let him fight! Very hesitantly, Ref Cortex steps out of the way. Peter lifts Emily up, rolling the ailing spitfire back into the ring. He follows along with Ref Cortex before Vaughn forces Emily up in a rear waistlock. The Key Holder Ripcord DDT CONNECTS! The Mechanic looks up and waves a finger, not done yet. He goes again to the top rope and looks out at the LEVEL UPDOGS, who let their revulsion be known that this man is enjoying his work at present. Vaughn then LAUNCHES OFF WITH A TOP ROPE SHOOTING STAR LEG DROP– THE PLUNGE!!! BUT IT MISSES AND EMILY QUICKLY STACKS UP VAUGHN!
ONE!
TWO!
…
PETER REVERSES INTO A ROLLUP OF HIS OWN!
ONE!
VAUGHN WITH HIS FEET ON THE ROPES! REF CORTEX IS OUT OF POSITION TO SEE!
TWO!
…
THREE!!!
Mr Rad: Your winner of this match… The Game Genie Holder… The Mechanic… PETER VAUGHN!!!
LEVEL UPDOGS: BOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Mary DeSue: Love him or hate him, you have to be impressed with this guy, Vaughn. He knows how to handle his business!
Arthur LaForge: Peter gets the win here, albeit questionably. He had a scare put into him by an aggressive Emily Simms, who knew it would take a huge effort to topple the first Level Up Game Genie. Unfortunately, she took one too many risks and The Mechanic took advantage. I wouldn’t mind seeing them run this one back down the line.
Mary DeSue: Speaking of advantages, Champions beware, he can cash-in at anytime!
Arthur LaForge: Exactly, Mary. It’s an ultimate ace held by a man who knows precisely when and how to strike and win championships. A truly dangerous combination for any title holder to have hanging over them. Peter Vaughn ends up walking away victorious, and we have plenty more to come, Level Updogs!
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Dane Preston & Joe Montuori vs. Lord Raab & Donny Mason
DING!DING!DING!\
The match starts off with Dane awaiting Joe Montuori's entrance, after the music hits...nothing. Dane looks at Referee Pliskin who says the match still has to go on. Dane is frustrated and starts arguing with the referee when Donny Mason runs into the ring and starts wailing on Dane! The fight is on as both wrestlers trade punches back and forth. Dane hits a knee to Donny's chest and then pushes Donny towards the ropes. Slingshot off the ropes by Donny as Dane charges. Donny puts on the breaks and hits a picture perfect back body drop on Dane Preston! Donny picks up Dane and hits him with a stalling suplex. Donny makes a call for "Yeet!" and hits it, throwing Dane right into his team's corner. Donny walks over and tags in Raab. They pick up Dane and toss him into the ropes...DOUBLE BIG BOOT TO THE FACE!
Arthur La Forge: Joe Montuori has apparently decided to no show the match!
Mary DeSue: I mean it’s unfair to Dane, but I get to see Donny Mason fight so win win…
Dane is trying to shake the cobwebs out as he is grabbed by Lord Raab by the face! Raab tosses Dane into the ropes and hits a spinebuster from hell on Dane! Raab stands for a moment and reaches down, and he grabs Dane by the throat. Dane warps his arms and legs around Raab's arm...ARMBAR!! Raab gets brought down and he quickly reaches over to the grab the ropes causing Dane to break the hold! Dane gets up and charges to the ropes waiting for Raab to get up. Lou Thez Press! Dane rushes up top and hits a top rope elbow drop onto Raab's throat. He picks up Raab..."PENDULUM SHIFT!!" Dane goes for the cover...
One...
KICKOUT WITH AUTHORITY BY RAAB!!
Arthur La Forge: The Big Green German Monster is not going down that easy!
Mary DeSue: Dane’s gonna need him to cause if he tags in “Son of Thiccness” then Dane’s gonna get wore out quicker.
Raab sits up as Dane gets back to his feet. He charges and starts throwing hands with Raab. Not the best strategy to some, but Dane is trying to keep Raab from tagging in a fresh man in this makeshift handicapped match! Raab grabs Dane's arm and goes to Irish Whip him, but Dane reverses, Raab reverses, Dane reverses...Pliskin gets into the corner...BOTH WRESTLERS CRASH INTO THE CORNER!! Referee Pliskin is down! Dane is down! Raab is down!
Arthur La Forge: Oof! What a crash in the corner. Both wrestlers got off balance and took out the ref!
Mary DeSue: SNAKE!!!!...
Arthur La Forge: I don’t see a box....
Mary DeSue: You are such a nerd! Come on Raab! Tag in Donny!
From out of the crowd we see someone wearing a hoodie charges at Donny and Raab's corner. He leaps up and sweeps the legs out from Donny Mason! Donny lands on the back of his head on the steep ring steps! The hoodied man grabs Donny and piledrives him onto the bottom ring step! The hoodied man then grabs a chair from ringside and places Donny's head on the bottom step...CHAIR TO THE HEAD TO THE STEPS!!! The man removes his hood...
Arthur La Forge: What is he doing?!!
Mary DeSue: YOU SON OF A B[BLEEP]!!!
BERT MCALROY!!! He brings the chair down again on Donny's head over and over again until he notices the in ring action. Raab is starting to show signs of life. Dane is up. Bert charges into the ring and kicks Dane square in the nuts! Dane goes down as Bert rolls out of the ring as Lord Raab tries to grab him. Raab looks at Donny who's down at ringside and Dane who's down from a shot to the balls! Raab yells at Bert who heads up the ramp as our camera's catch this...
Bert McAlroy: Hey...I didn't do anything wrong...
Arthur La Forge: You did something alright!
Mary DeSue: LET ME AT HIM!! I’M GONNA RIP HIS [BLEEPING BLEEP BLEEPS] OFF!!
Referee Pliskin gets up as Raab looks over at Dane and lifts him up. He tosses Dane into the ropes..."The Chokinator!" Raab picks up Dane and signals for the end of the match with the "Killbuster"...Dane blocks it and lifts Raab over his head with a snap suplex! Dane gets up and stumbles to the corner. He goes up top...He calls for the "1SK" from the top rope! Raab gets up and Dane leaps. Raab hits the mat and avoids the superkick from the top rope. Dane lands without eating canvas...turns...kick to the gut from Raab! "KILLBUSTER!!"
One...
Two...
THREE!!!!
Mr. Rad: Here are your winners...The team of Donny Mason and Lord Raab!!
Arthur La Forge: A bittersweet win for Mason and Raab and…Mason’s still not back up.
Mary DeSue: No! NO! NO!!!
Raab gets up and checks on Donny who's still clutching his head. Raab grabs Pliskin who immediately does the "X" move. Dane Preston gets up and rolls out of the ring looking extremely frustrated and probably on his way to find Joe Montuori...
Arthur La Forge: Bert McAlroy had better have some damn good answers for this!
Mary DeSue: There is no good reason for this!
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The Game Changers vs. Sebastian Everett-Bryce, Sloane Taylor & Catalina Cortes
As both teams are getting ready, Tact demands to start proceedings off with Sloane, the challenger for his title at Combat Evolved who already has one victory over him. SEB initially objects but Sloane puts his concerns to bed by stepping into the ring and coming face to face with Tact - she’s not backing down! In a surprising move, Tact extends a hand, offering a handshake to Sloane. She eyes it cautiously, but Tact encourages her to take it. Despite the misgivings of her teammates, Sloane decides to shake Tact’s hand, but he pulls her right into a belly-to-belly suplex!
Arthur La Forge: Belly to Belly under the pretense of good sportsmanship!
Mary DeSue: Well she shoulda known better!
The bell rings as Sloane flies head over heels and lands on the mat, hard. She bounces up, only for Tact to charge her into the corner. He drives his shoulder into her stomach repeatedly, before whipping her to the opposite turnbuckle. Tact follows her in with a high-impact clothesline, causing Sloane to stagger out of the turnbuckle. As she does, Tact bounces off the ropes and drills her with a big boot! He heaves up Sloane by her arm, then pulls her into a short-arm clothesline. He keeps his hand on her arm, then heaves her up. He again looks for a clothesline, but this time Sloane avoids it by ducking under…only for Tact to trap her in a full-nelson, bringing her back down for a fall-nelson slam! Cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Sloane kicks out.
Arthur La Forge: Full Nelson Slam denied!
Mary DeSue: That was a slow count ref~
The Sky Queen looks to have her wings clipped as the leader of the Game Changers drags her over to his team’s corner. He tags in his most trusted lieutenant, the monstrous 6’9, 323 pound former Courage Champion EA Blizzard. The two big bois whip Sloane off the ropes, they look to take her over with a double back body drop…but Sloane lands on her feet! Tact makes a beeline for her, but she drops down, pulling the top rope down with her and sending the Power Champion to the outside. With eyes in the back of her head, Sloane realizes EAB is closing on her, and executes a picture-perfect handspring roundhouse kick! EAB is rocked and drops to a knee. He begins to rise up, only to be caught with SEEING STARS! The 720 kick from Sloane lays out the big man, and Sloane crawls over to her corner, tagging in Sebsatian Everett-Bryce!
Arthur La Forge: IT JUST GOT PERSONAL UP IN HERE!!!!
Mary DeSue: NO!!!!
SEB is a man possessed after being forced to watch his girlfriend suffer at the hands of the Game Changers underhanded tactics. He lays into the bigger man with some kicks targeted at the shins and knees. He then charges off the ropes and nails EAB with a running dropkick! SEB lays in another few kicks then whips EAB into his team’s corner. He tags in Catalina Cortes, then instructs her to head to the opposite top rope. She does so, as Sloane helps SEB lift EAB up onto the top rope. SEB climbs up, pounds on EAB’s back, then takes him over with the MARKHAM MISSILE! The top-rope spider suplex sees EAB bounce off the canvas head first. He pops back up, only to be taken out with a top-rope CAT-RANA! Cat pins EAB!
ONE!
TWO!
Ziggy makes the save!
Arthur La Forge: Looks like The Cowboy was tired of this…well you know…
Mary DeSue: Finally! He’s pulling his weight!
RIght after breaking the pinfall, Ziggy looks up to see SEB leaping off the top rope for a crossbody! SEB connects, but Ziggy rolls through and heaves SEB up, sending him over with a fallaway slam! SEB bounces off the mat and the momentum sends him tumbling out of the ring. He whips around to see Cat charging at him, but ducks under her clothesline attempt. Cat bounces off the ropes and Ziggy takes her down with a discus lariat! She bounces up again and this time Ziggy wobbles her with a spinning backfist. She turns around right into EAB, who pulls her up and slams her down with a military press slam - IT ROLLS DOWNHILL! Ziggy is ushered back to his corner as EAB covers Cat.
ONE!
TWO!
Cat kicks out.
Arthur La Forge: Not enough to put Cat away there EAB!
Mary DeSue: Again with the slow counts in this match!
Frustrated, EAB whips Cat into the corner, then drills her with some nasty elbow strikes. He tags Tact in, and the two choke out Cat in the corner. Tact then tells EAB to whip Cat into the corner, and he obliges, sending her into the corner with significant force. Cat staggers out right into the arms of Tact, who lifts her up and plants her with a devastating Uranage Suplex - THE HUMBLING! He’s about to capitalize when he’s caught unawares by Sloane Taylor, who springs off the top rope and lands a springboard hurricanrana! Suddenly, EAB, who had his briefcase handed to him by Ziggy, looks to end the match one way or another with JUST COSMETIC…NO! EMPIRE KICK! SEB TAKES HIM OUT!
Arthur La Forge: AND THAT BRIEFCASE BACKFIRES ON EAB!
Mary DeSue: CHEATER! That’s a cheater’s move!
Arthur La Forge:...Pot to kettle.
Sloane’s not out of danger however, as Tact clubs her form behind, then spins her around, kicking her in the guts. He lifts her up into the powerbomb position, GOING FOR STARBREAKER…NO! Cat takes out Tact’s leg from behind, forcing him to drop Sloane back to her feet. Sloane and Cat lock eyes, both seeming to be on the same wavelength as Tact rises up…BLAZE KICK AND SEEING STARS!
Arthur La Forge: A doubleshot from Cat and Sloane!
Mary DeSue: Two on one isn’t fair!
The two kicks connect and Tact is sent flying into his corner. Ziggy manages to tag himself in. Ziggy throws himself into it looking for a double buckshot lariat on Cat and Sloane, but they duck! He bounces off the ropes and they nail a double dropkick on him! Sloane is forced back into her corner, but Ziggy is a sitting duck for Cat, who nails him with the MARLOWE MASSACRE! She tags Sloane back in, who waits for Ziggy to rise to his feet, and then takes him out with a beautiful corkscrew falling stunner - SKYFALL! Sloane covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
DING DING DING!!
Mr Rad: Here are your winners, the team of SEBASTIAN EVERETT-BRYCE, CATALINA CORTES AND SLOANNNNEE TAYLORRR!!
Arthur La Forge: And a hard fought win for the team of SEB, Cat, and Sloane!
Mary DeSue: Win nothing. The ref fast counted! You saw it!
Sloane celebrates her victory with SEB and Cat, who have secured a well-deserved victory ahead of Combat Evolved. EAB argues with the ref that he didn’t do enough to keep the non-legal man out of the ring, but he’s having none of it. Tact, furious, leaves Ziggy and EAB and departs up the ramp.
Arthur La Forge: This doesn’t seem to bode well for the Power Champion does it?
Mary DeSue: The only thing worse than a setback is a comeback and Larry is about to comeback hard on Sloane you wait and see!
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Paul Montuori & Michelle Riggs vs. Shane Donovan & Avalon Blackthorn
It’s Avalon Blackthorn and Michelle Riggs who kick things off in the early going, they lock up and immediately Blackthorn shows her ground-n-pound style by driving her knee into Riggs’ midsection, then taking her over with a snapmare. She wrestles Riggs to the ground, trapping her in a chinlock. Miss Michelle powers up, backing Avalon into the ropes and shooting her off. Avalon bounces off and Michelle slides under her. Michelle lines her up for a shot but Avalon clings to the ropes, halting her own momentum. Michelle charges at her but gets clocked with a spinning backfist! Avalon capitalizes, whipping her into the corner. She follows her in with a running knee, then takes her over with a Tiger suplex! Cover.
ONE!
Riggs kicks out.
Arthur La Forge: Picture perfect Tiger Suplex, but not enough wear down on the opponent first.
Mary DeSue: The refs are against “The Royals”, “The Game Changers”, and…well anybody else I notice it with.
Avalon pulls Michelle up to her feet, then looks to whip her to the ropes, but Michelle counters it, sending her flying. As she hits the ropes, Paul Montuori sneaks a knee into her back, causing her to grab at her back as she stumbles forward. Michelle is able to capitalise, taking her down with a flying headscissors! Shane Donovan complains to Ref Crash about Paul’s shady actions (he’d never do anything like that, right?) but Crash didn’t see anything. Meanwhile, the Queen tags in her King and they get to work, drilling Avalon with some rights and lefts in the corner. They then pull her out, and execute a double snap-suplex! Paul covers.
ONE!
TWO!
Avalon kicks out.
Arthur La Forge: And Avalon Blackthorn kicks out just in time!
Mary DeSue: Again with these referees!
Avalon tries to crawl over to Shane, who has his hand extended, but Paul stomps on her back. He drags her back and, grabbing onto the ropes, chokes her out with his foot right in front of Shane, sneering at him the whole time! Shane’s about to slap the crap outta him but he breaks the chokehold at the ref’s count of four, backing away. He taunts Shane, before bouncing off the ropes and drilling Avalon headfirst into the mat with a CURBSTOMP! Paul hooks the leg confidently.
ONE!
TWO!
Avalon kicks out.
Arthur La Forge: Paul’s confidence is amazing but sometimes I think it clouds his judgement on when to go for a pin.
Mary DeSue: You dare question your King! Plebian!
Arthur La Forge: Wow…two thousand and one called and wants it’s crappy edgelord insult back.
Paul slaps the mat, barking at Ref Crash to count faster. Paul drags Avalon over to the Royals’ corner and tags in Michelle. He motions for her to head up top, and she obeys. Paul pulls up Avalon and lifts her into the electric chair position! He turns around to face Michelle, who is poised on the top rope. She leaps off, looking to clothesline Avalon off of Paul’s shoulders…BUT SHE DODGES IT! Using her momentum, Avalon rolls through and rolls up Paul as Michelle hits the deck hard! Ref Crash is about to count the pin then realizes that Michelle is the legal man. Paul kicks out on instinct and they both get to their feet. Paul tries for a clothesline but Avalon ducks it then connects with a roundhouse kick, right into a HOE CHECK!
Arthur La Forge: HOE CHECK!
Mary DeSue: HERE!!...HEY!
The Dragon suplex drives Paul into the mat and sends him rolling out of the ring. Avalon, having taken a lot of punishment, is slow to her feet but starts heading in the direction of Shane’s outstretched hand. She’s almost made it, but then Michelle latches onto her foot! Michelle pulls her back to the center of the ring, but Avalon, still on the ground, kicks out with her legs and sends Michelle flying! Avalon then turns around and FINALLY tags in Shane!
Arthur La Forge: HOT TAG TO SHANE DONOVAN!
Mary DeSue: Look out Michelle!
Donovan is a house of fire when he storms into the ring. Michelle is taken down with a short-arm lariat from Shane, who then whips her into the corner, and follows in with a cannonball! Michelle staggers out of the corner and Donovan picks her up by the waist, slamming her back down to the mat with a sidewalk slam! Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Michelle kicks out.
Arthur La Forge: Shane Donovan almost put away Miss Michelle!
Mary DeSue: He couldn’t put her away if he had Elon Musk money!
Arthur La Forge: Elon Musk has real money?
{b]Mary DeSue:[/b] I…I…SHUT UP ARTIE!
Donovan heaves Michelle up, then whips her into the ropes. He levels her with a high knee, leveraging his brace for more damage! Michelle staggers back into the ropes, then comes right back at Donovan with a last-gasp pumpkick! Donovan, stunned, backs up, then charges at Michelle, who runs at him too, and they take each other out with a double clothesline!
Arthur La Forge: Double Clothesline and both wrestlers are down!
Mary DeSue: The only time you will ever hear that Shane Donovan went down with a woman…
Both wrestlers slowly begin to move to their respective corners…and both make the tag! Paul and Avalon hit the ring, and begin trading punches. Avalon gets the better of him, blocking one of his shots and nailing a quick one-two jab combination and following it up with an uppercut that rocks Paul! She looks to take him over with a Northern Lights suplex, but Paul fights out of it! He swings behind her and takes her down with a back leg sweep. He bounces off the ropes…shining wizard! Paul then ascends to the top rope, waiting for Avalon to rise, perhaps lining up TO KINGDOM COME…BUT THEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT!
Arthur La Forge: Damn it Detroit!
Mary DeSue: OCP was suppose to fix the problems!
When they come back on, Lord Raab is at ringside, staring daggers at Paul! Paul looks back at the Masked German Monster, stunned. Suddenly Avalon pounces, leaping up onto the top rope and sending Paul over with a flying belly-to-belly! Paul bounces up, and Avalon slams his head back down into the mat with DANCE ON THE BLACKTOP! She hooks the leg after the curb stomp.
ONE!
TWO!
Michelle tries to break it up, but Shane spears her out of the way.
THREE!!
DING DING DING!!
Mr Rad: Here are your winners…SHANE DONOVAN AND AVALONNNN BLACKTHORNNN!!
Arthur La Forge: WHAT AN UPSET! Lord Raab gets revenge for “The Royals” taking out Kat Jones and costs them their shot at the multiplayer gauntlets!
Mary DeSue: THAT BIG GREEN LUMUX!!! YOU DONE F[BLEEPED]ED UP RAAB!!
Avalon slowly gets to her feet, as Shane walks over to her. The two celebrate and have their arms raised by Ref Crash, while Lord Raab makes his way back up the ramp. The Royals slide out of the ring, licking their wounds after another frustrating loss.
Arthur La Forge: Something tells me this isn’t the end of Lord Raab and “The Royals”.
Mary DeSue: They need to strip him of his title!
Arthur La Forge: Raab doesn’t have a title belt…
Mary DeSue: No! His Lordship! He needs to be bumped down to jester for this!
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Paul Freedom & Jack Sullivan vs. Chris Page & Mac Bane
Bane and Jack start for their respective teams, Page and Mac seemingly making small talk while Paul does all he can to hype Jack up. Eventually Mac and Jack meet in the middle of the ring and Jack shows no fear of the veteran and multi-time world champion, bumping chests with Mac and jawing with him. Bane smirks, before shoving Jack away roughly which sets off a fist fight between the two. Neither one gives an inch as their partners cheer them on from their respective corners.
Arthur La Forge: And the melee has begun!!
Mary DeSue: These rookies' luck is about to run out!
Jack ducks under a haymaker and snatches a handful of Mac’s hair, yanking the big man off balance and leaping on his back to apply a rear chokehold. She manages to take Mac to the mat, and locks in a body scissors. Mac reaches for the ropes but is unable to reach them, however any worry or stress related to the situation is quickly ended as Page steps into the ring and punts Jack in the head. He lifts her up, looking to continue the assault when Paul Freedom suddenly charges in and spears Page through the ropes and out of the ring!
Arthur La Forge: MOTHER BRAIN! What a move by Paul Freedom!
Mary DeSue: Duncan Shepherd needs to sue for gimmick infringement.
Jack leans on the ropes, favoring her head and watching the fray on the outside but fails to account for Mac who has gotten to his feet and charges in with a clubbing blow to the back of Sullivan’s head. He nails her with a big backdrop driver and get up, setting to stomping a mudhole in the upstart rookie. On the outside,the scrappy Freedom is eventually overwhelmed by Page who gets away with a thumb to the eye. Page then smashes Freedom’s face into the ringpost and returns to his corner, flipping the ref the bird as he’s admonished.
Arthur La Forge: Well that wasn’t nice…
Mary DeSue: HAVE YOU MET CHRIS PAGE??
Page reaches out for the tag and Mac tags him in the two lift Sullivan in a double stalling suplex, before dropping down and turning it into a double brainbuster! Mac hurriedly steps out onto the apron as Page yell sfor the ref, making the pin and hooking Jack’s far leg
ONE!
TWO!
TH–NO! PAUL FREEDOM BREAKS IT UP AT THE LAST MINUTE!!
Arthur La Forge: Saved by Freedom!
Mary DeSue: …now that’s a catchphrase!
Paul hurries to his corner, dragging Jack with him halfway before bailing to the apron. He reaches out as a dazed Jack takes a moment to collect herself. Page gets to his feet, walking after Jack he snatches a leg to stop her progress, Jack hops on one foot, turning to face Page and in a show of strength rips her leg free from his grip and levels him with a big lariat! She rolls over and leaps, tagging in Paul Freedom!
Arthur La Forge: Hot Tag To Freedom!
Mary DeSue: Cold Tag To My Sexdrive…
Arthur La Forge: What?
Mary DeSue: He’s got no THICCNESS!!
Paul leaps on the ropes, turning around and launching with a moonsault on Page who has barely begun to rise. He then launches across the ring, knocking Mac off the apron with a big superman punch. He turns to Page and charges forth, going for a bulldog but Page shoves him away and into Jack Sullivan who is knocked from the apron. Freedom looks concerned, the ref goes to the apron and checks on Jack which makes him miss Page nailing Paul with a low blow! He turns him around and..THE PAGE PLANT!! Chris Page yells for the ref once more
ONE
TWO
THREE!!
Mr. Rad: Here are your winners…and advancing to the finals…”Chronic” Chris Page and Mac Bane!!
Arthur La Forge: CCPE advances after a low blow! But it’s going to be “Chronic” Chris Page and Mac Bane taking on Avalon Blackthorn and Shane Donovan at “Combat Evolved”!!
Mary DeSue: Sorry rookies…better luck next time. Shoulda fought smarter not harder.
Page and Bane get their arms raised as Freedom rolls out of the ring looking like he just lost “The Final Boss” title. Sullivan is livid in the ring calling foul because of the low blow, but Page just smiles at her and says “Welcome to wrestling!”.
Arthur La Forge: Sullivan is calling foul and she’s right to!
Mary DeSue: Yeah, but look at her partner...He looks like Charlie Brown just realized he’s never gonna kick the football.
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Buster Gloves & Amber Payne vs. Jason Ryan & ‘Dollface’ Sarah Wolf
Mr. Rad: Ahem…
We see in the middle of the ring thru the holographic projector is the form of Mr. Rad.
Mr. Rad: The following contest isn't really scheduled for one fall...it is a Parking Lot Brawl...UNSANCTIONED MATCH!! So take it away meatbags!
Arthur La Forge: This match is unsanctioned and is just going to be a fight folks!
Mary DeSue: Maybe Buster and Amber will finally figure out that being bad pays off better than being good two shoes!
We cut to the parking lot where we see Buster Gloves and Amber Payne walking thru the parking lot when suddenly we haer the sound of an engine roaring as we see "The Dreamkiller" Jason Ryan driving up on a Yoshi themed motorcycle he leaps off and just spears Amber Payne!
Arthur La Forge: MY BIKE!
Mary DeSue: NERD!!!
Buster grabs Ryan from behind in a choke hold after he took down Amber, but Buster quickly gets hit in the back by a flying double knee from "Dollface" Sarah Wolf! Ryan gets up and heads over to the bike and grabs a chain from it. He spins it around in his hands for a moment before going to bring it down onto the had of Amber Payne, but Amber rolls out of the way! Legsweep! Ryan lands backfirst on the concrete as Payne gets on top of him and starts wailing on him with rights and lefts. Dollface grabs Buster and irish whips him into the bumper of a Prius that has a bumper sticker on the back of it that says "Jesus Saves...and you can get fifty percent off Level Up Dot Com"!
Arthur La Forge: Lenny's car!!
Mary DeSue: He drives a Prius?! Why am I not surprised!
Buster hits the bumper and "Dollface" puts her foot right on Buster's throat to choke him! Buster is frantic to try and get loose and grabs "Dollface" by the back of the knee and pressure points her where she lets go. Buster transitions it into an ankle lock and has it locked in as his eyes lock onto a downed Ryan. The one he really wants, but he's gonna have to wait his damn turn cause Amber Payne is catering a knuckle sandwich buffet on his face. She grabs the bike chain and wraps it around Ryan's throat and hoists him up. She tosses him into the cage wall of the parking lot and yanks on the chain! Ryan hits the ground hard again as Payne walks over to kick him in the face, but Ryan reaches up and grabs her foot. Drop toe hold! Facefirst onto the pavement! Ryan lays next to Payne for a moment to catch his breath. Buster keeps the anklelock locked in until "Dollface" gets her arms in a pushup position and lifts herself up and rolls forcing Buster to let go of the hold. The two look at each other as they both stand up and a sick smile comes over both of their faces as they start exchanging strikes!
Arthur La Forge: Oh these two are a shoot fighter’s dream to watch.
Mary DeSue: At this point I’m worried whose gonna get shooted into a car!
While the battle of the shoot fighters is going on Ryan gets up and waits for Payne to try to push herself up. CURBSTOMP ONTO THE PAVEMENT! Ryan grabs Payne and picks her up for a Buckle Bomb into the parking lot fence! Ryan turns to head for Buster, as Buster and "Dollface'' keep trying to one up each other. Ryan grabs the chain and charges at Buster. Buster ducks the chain shot and hits a Teep Kick to Ryan's chest, sending him falling backwards. Just as he hits that "Dollface" catches him from the side of the head with a roundhouse and Buster eats pavement! Dollface grabs Buster and holds his head to the side as she kisses him with "Exor-Kissed"!! She lets him go as Buster starts spitting out that black sh!t and "Dollface" puts her fingers in her mouth to set up for "The Black Hand" only to get grabbed from behind and german suplexed by Amber Payne!!
Arthur La Forge: Black Hand denied by Amber Payne!
Mary DeSue: That may not have been a smart move on her part!
Payne reaches down and grabs "Dollface" and lifts her up. DDT ONTO THE PAVEMENT! "Dollface" has a trickle of blood coming down her forehead from the shot as she rolls over. Payne then goes over to Ryan, but Ryan leaps up and hits "PINKEYE!". Ryan slumps for a moment as he see's Buster trying to get all the black sh!t out of his mouth as Ryan grabs Buster's arm...CROSSFACE! CROSSFACE!!! He's trying to break the arm of Buster Gloves! No one can...CHAIRSHOT TO THE BACK OF RYAN'S HEAD!!! IT'S EMILY SIMMS!!
Arthur La Forge: Payback for kidnapping her a few shows ago!
Mary DeSue: YOU GO GIRL!
Dollface gets up and feels the blood on her forehead and she smears it. She grabs Payne and hits "The Black Claw" on her! Payne struggles, choking on the black sh!t, as she's on her back on the pavement. Payne quits struggling and "Dollface" removes the hold as Dollface aims to get Buster. Buster grabs Ryan and slaps on "The Soul Crusher ''!! Simms is yelling at Ryan about attacking her when suddenly "Dollface" grabs Simms from behind and suplexes her onto the pavement. Buster has "The Soul Crusher '' locked in as Dollface smirks at him as she gets more black sh!t and hits "The Black Claw '' on Buster!! Buster lets go of the hold as Ryan was about to pass out from the pain. Ryan gets up and stumbles seeing Simms' laid out. He gets a sick smile on his face but then gets grabbed from behind by Amber Payne. He turns...AMBER SPITS THE BLACK SH!T INTO RYAN'S EYES!!! She kicks him in the gut...POWERBOMB INTO THE BACK OF THE WALUIGI'S VAN WINDOW!!!
Arthur La Forge: Oh the Wahmanity!
Mary DeSue: I hate you so much!
Payne falls down to her knees as she grabs Ryan and hits "Rings of Payne" on him! She has the hold locked in trying to break the man's shoulders when "Dollface" kicks her. Payne gets up and they lock up. "Dollface" headbutts Payne sending her back into the Van's Rear Window. Buster runs up from behind and hits "The Bullseye" on "Dollface"! Buster and Payne get up at the same time as Ryan is standing back up and double clotheslines them! He picks up Payne and hits "The Silencer"! Ryan glares at Buster and walks over to Artie's bike and grabs "The Wisdom Title". He plants it down on the pavement and puts Buster's head right next to it. He starts to set up Buster for "The Dreamkiller" onto the title, but Payne hits him from behind and the two start brawling again. Security rushes in and starts to try to break them up!
Mr. Rad: Alright folks this match has been ruled a draw...well not really cause it never was a match...Jeez what a brawl though eh?
Arthur La Forge: I think the boss has finally had enough of this free for all!
Mary DeSue: I think you’d be worried about your precious Yoshi bike.
Security comes to check on Simms, "Dollface", and Buster. Buster holds up the title and looks at "Dollface" who blows Buster a kiss as Simms starts to notice the black sh!t on Buster's face. We see Trent Steel out in the parking lot trying to keep security from letting Payne and Ryan go at it again.
Trent Steel: ENOUGH! DAMN IT! All right...You two wanna break each other in half! Fine! Do it at "Combat Evolved"...Amber Payne...Jason Ryan...No Disqualifications. Submission Wins Only...A "No Mercy" match!
Arthur La Forge: Mercy is for the weak!
Mary DeSue: Ughhh!!!
Buster and Ryan glare at each other. This isn't over either. Not by a long shot.
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Joey Crash vs. Bert McAlroy
The atmosphere has a big fight feel as Joey Crash steps to the middle of the ring, berating Bert who is still knelt in his corner, back to Crash. Bert is seen crossing himself before rising to his feet and turning to meet the man who nearly ended his career. Bert walks to the middle of the ring to meet Crash who instantly begins to berate him, pantomiming snapping his own neck before piefacing Bert…who responds by slapping Joey Crash across the face!
Arthur La Forge: And Bert just slapped Joey Crash!
Mary DeSue: AVENGE DONNY JOEY!!!
Joe is incened, and bullrushes Bert into a corner. He grinds his forearm into the smaller man’s face, berating him more when Bert jabs his fingers into Crash’ armpit as hard as he can, loosening his grip and sliding out from where he’s been holed up. He then hauls off and slaps Joey Crash once more, before backing up to the center of the ring and screaming “Come on Bitch!” as Joey turns, enraged. He charges in only to be taking down with a drop toehold and now McAlroy is on his back, bashing him in the back of the head and neck with forearms and hammerfists.
Arthur La Forge: These two are gonna turn each other into hamburger!
Mary DeSue: GOOD! I WANT BERT WELL DONE!
Ref Kirby manages to get Bert to relent after exhausting his 4 count after Crash managed to drag himself close enough to snatch on the bottom rope. Bert relents by pays Crash a disrespectful scuff of his boot on the back of his head before backing off. Crash wastes no time getting up and turning to face Robert. He spits to the side, smirking before charging in and instantly engaging in what amounts to little more than a fist fight!
Arthur La Forge: The disrespect each of these two have for each other!
Mary DeSue: Bert’s always been disrespectful, even though Crash BEAT HIM FAIR AND SQUARE!
The two former champions go back and forth until Crash catches Bert in the throat with a chop, turning him around and forcing him to grasp at his throat. Crash snatches a handful of his hair and yanks him back, cracking the back of his head and neck over his knee. Bert rolls face down, holding the previously injured body part and kicking. Crash smiles sadistically, snatching Bert by the scruff of his neck and tight. With a yell he hurls Bert into a corner, kneeling and lifting him to the top of the turnbuckle. He pays him a hard right hand to keep him stunned before stepping out onto the apron.
Arthur La Forge: Oh this doesn’t look good!
Mary DeSue: If it means an end to Bert I’d be happy!
Crash climbs up to the second rope, snatching Bert’s head and grinning out to the crowd who have an idea of whats going on. He steps up, dragging Bert to stand with him…SWINGING NECKBREAKER OFF THE TOP ROPE! BERT’S HEAD AND NECK SMACK THE TOP OF THE RINGPOST BEFORE HIM AND CRASH THUD OFF THE APRON AND TO THE OUTSIDE!! Ref Kirby goes to check on a motionless Bert as Joey Crash laughs maniacally. Kirby stands, waving for EMTs as the ringside doctor goes to kneel by Bert. Crash stands, charging in and running the two off before dragging Bert to his feet and sliding him into the ring.
Arthur La Forge: Crash is going a little far here!
Mary DeSue: Did you see what Bert did to Donny earlier! Turnabout is fair play!
He drags Bert to the corner, obviously setting up for the Crash and Burn..but Bert falls limp from his grip. Crash smirks, mocking McAlroy and going to pick him up…BERT SHOOTS UP SUDDENLY! HE BLOWS A CLOUD OF SMOKE INTO JOEY CRASH’S FACE!! Bert takes one more toe off the sleuthy lit Joint before flicking it at the announcer's desk and shoving Crash into a corner, he begins laying into his ribs before leaping up and launching him halfway across the ring with a monkey flip. Bert goes to the top rope, lining up his shot and grimacing through the pain. He leaps and nails Crash with MAXIMUM EFFORT!! He goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!!
NO! JOEY CRASH KICKS OUT!
Arthur La Forge: Bert was playing possum!
Mary DeSue: I’d love for him to method act roadkill!
Bert gets to his feet, about to launch another attack when “Commander Shepard” by Miracle of Sound hits. The fans come unglued and Bert backs to the ropes to ready himself as Duncan Shepard marches out, baseball bat in hand. Bert yells at him to get in the ring while Crash slowly gets to his feet, confused and angry. Shepard slides, making a beeline for Bert but stopping short. With a wry smirk, he winds up and nails Crash with the bat! Ref Kirby calls for the bell!
Mr. Rad: Here is your winner….by Disqualification….JOEY CRASH!
The two former “Final Boss” champions and the current one are about to go at it as suddenly we hear…
Trent Steel: THE NEXT ONE OF YOU WHO TAKES A SWING IS F[BLEEPING]G FIRED!!
All three men stare at their boss. The idea of tearing into each other versus disobeying the boss is seen in each man’s expression.
Trent Steel: Damn boys. You all just can’t seem to get along can you? You all just can’t seem to let s[bleep] go. So I'll tell you what. You guys want to beat the hell out of each other? Fine. You three will fight for “The Final Boss” title at “Combat Evolved”, but what match. The fans want a decisive winner. What should I do? Put you idiots in a cage? Do another brawl in the parking lot? No…
Trent holds up two fingers.
Trent Steel: Two…
The three men in the ring look confused…
Trent Steel: OUT OF THREE FALLS!!
Arthur La Forge: Three Men, Two Falls, One Title! There will be an undisputed “Final Boss” come the end of Combat Evolved!
Mary DeSue: Well…even I’m impressed with Trent’s booking decision!
Arthur La Forge: That’s all the time we have folks…see you next time for “Combat Evolved”!
We end on a medium shot inside of the ring of all three of the competitors. Joey Crash, Bert McAlroy, and Duncan Shepard as Shepard holds up “The Final Boss” Title!
