Combat Evolved Results - May 4, 2021 (Indianapolis, IN)

Pyro lights up the Indiana Farmers Coliseum as it’s time for the only the second Level Up PPV ever, Combat Evolved. The crowd is actually at 50% capacity tonight, but still socially distanced in their pods and keeping safe. They are almost as loud as full capacity, cheering on the upcoming night of action.

Arthur La Forge: Our AI is undergoing some...maintenance right now, so I guess I’ll welcome everyone to Combat Evolved!

Mary DeSue: I’d rather he not talk anyway, that thing creeps me out.

Arthur La Forge: I don’t think he’s gonna go Skynet on us.

Mary DeSue: Skywhat?

Arthur La Forge: Nothing. Anyway, we’ve got seven big matches for you tonight, and two titles are on the line!

Mary DeSue: Yes! Don Tirri going for the big belt!

Arthur La Forge: Magdalena Lockheart is looking to continue to represent the company with her first title defense and Tirri is one hell of a roadblock. And when that’s done, the winner of that will go on to face the winner of Antonio Ricci and Bert McAlroy tonight.

Mary DeSue: So, Ricci then?

Arthur La Forge: I don’t..

Mary DeSue: He’s pinned Bert three times!

Arthur La Forge: And in our third main event, we have LEGION and Sidroy Covington IV going at each other to crown the first-ever Wisdom champion. I’m told Sidroy has been...indisposed in his locker room all day.

Mary DeSue: He’s not hiding! He’s not scared of LEGION!

Arthur La Forge: I didn’t say he was.

Mary DeSue: Okay, just so we’re all clear…

Arthur La Forge: We’ve got a huge night of action lined up, so let’s hit the ring for our first match!

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Brandon Hendrix vs. Nocturne

Mr. Rad: Our first contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, from the Deepest Midnight...wherever that is...Nocturne!

Arthur La Forge: Nocturne, I’m told, wanted to prove herself so bad that she signed an enhancement talent contract.

Mary DeSue: That seems kind of dumb.

Arthur La Forge: Apparently it’s the only way she could get on the roster, as there are liability concerns. Anyway, that’s why she doesn’t get the full entrance and is in the opening slot. Maybe with a win tonight she can get out of that.

pi]The lights dim down, creating an eerie feeling in the audience. The sound of children laughing and playing creeps into the sound system, only for it to go to a demonic laugh. Then the lights cut out completely, leaving the arena in pitch black darkness until the lights of thousands of smartphones turn on. [/i]

"Now you lay me down to sleep. My soul is mine to keep. I pray to the lord against all evil. Watch out……

FEEL THE BURN!"

Flames rise from the stage, with "The Obsessed" kicking in through the PA System, the chills running down many spines.

Mr. Rad: "Introducing, "The Messiah" Braaaaaandon….. HEEEEEEEEENNNNNDRIXXX!"

Flames rise higher from the stage after the introduction as a figure stands in the smoke of which the flames have caused. The smoke clears, and the vision is set. A mask of hell covers the… man that stands before everyone. His red eyes glaring at the crowd and everyone in the ring. Long black leather jacket covers his upper body and black tights with red crosses covers his lower body. After some time, he finally sets motion for the ring. His slow, methodical walk down the long ramp before he stops a foot from the steel steps before walking up the steps and stands on the apron. He bounces off the ropes and enters the ring, running to the opposite side of where he entered and spreading his arms as fire rises from the posts. The song ends, the lights go back to normal as the smoke slowly clears and this demon stands in the ring ready for his prey.

Mary DeSue: I’ll never get over how many spooky people keep walking into our doors.

Arthur La Forge: We do tend to attract a certain crowd. Not sure why. Maybe it’s the Midwest?

DING DING!

Despite the theatrics and general spookiness of being in the presence of Brandon Hendrix, Nocturne wastes no time in jumping to the attack with a flurry of right hands, but the big man hardly seems to notice as he shoves Nocturne away with just his right arm. Nocturne tucks into a back roll, getting to her feet, and seems to think twice about charging in for a second go before taking up a more defensive stance on her half of the ring.There is a moment’s hesitation before Hendrix charges, looking to clothesline Nocturne out of her boots, but the masked woman wants no part of that, rolling under the outstretched arm and sprinting to the ropes as soon as she gets back on her feet. Hendrix turns in time to absorb a clothesline, which has little effect on him, as Nocturne heads to the opposite ropes again. A second clothesline again does nothing to Hendrix visibly, and she goes to the ropes a third time. However, this time Hendrix follows her to the ropes and hits a shoulder tackle right as she rebounds off, sending Nocturne to the mat in a hurry. She quickly rolls out of the ring to create a little distance between herself and Hendrix, as the big man reluctantly is forced back towards the center of the ring by the official. She doesn’t spend long on the outside, though, stepping back through the ropes before the referee reaches the count of three.

Hendrix charges forward again, looking for a clothesline, only for Nocturne to slip under and come up behind him, wrapping her legs around the other arm for a crucifix attempt. The size difference is too great and Hendrix is too fresh for it to bear fruit, however, so Nocturne abandons the attempt after a few awkward seconds and tries instead to twist herself into position for some sort of takedown. Hendrix is just too big compared to her, though, and she ends up being absolutely planted with a hard spinebuster for her troubles. Hendrix drops into a quick cover.

One!

Two--but two is all as Nocturne pops the right shoulder free.

Arthur La Forge: Nocturne is proving she’s no WaLuigi, as I’m not entirely sure The Messiah was ready for this kind of resilience.

Mary DeSue: I have no idea what this guy could be thinking. Look at that mask! He’s clearly not all there.

Arthur La Forge: Or something. He’s definitely got no problem hurting people.

Hendrix refuses to let his opponent have any space or chance to recover, as he pulls Nocturne into a seated position and cranks at her head, looking for all intents and purposes to rip it completely off of her spine. After a few rather fierce-looking cranks, Hendrix shifts the positions of his hands and twists, looking to snap the neck of the luchadora. Nocturne tries to press herself to her feet, refusing to stay down so easily, and just as she manages to make a very wobbly vertical base for herself Hendrix heads to the opposing ropes, charging forward and bringing all of his weight to bear to drive Nocturne down with a hard crossbody. He holds on for the cover as the official again gets into position.

One!

Two! But again, just two as Nocturne gets a right shoulder free. Hendrix rises up from the cover attempt, a short kick to the ribs turning Nocturne over onto her stomach, then after a moment’s hesitation to decide which leg to focus on, “The Messiah” grabs hold of his opponent’s left leg and sits on Nocturne’s back, trying to immobilize her in the single-leg crab.

Arthur La Forge: Nocturne is proving she’s tough but The Messiah is not letting up tonight.

Mary DeSue:He’s probably still mad about the loss to Maggie!

Arthur La Forge: For all we know, he might be picturing Nocturne as Maggie.

The official is right there, asking Nocturne if she wants to give it up, but she simply doesn’t answer as she looks to get out of the predicament. She digs her elbows into the mat, which gives her just a little leverage to alleviate some of the pressure. Thanks enough to let her get a foot closer to the ropes. A second repetition brings her a hand’s breadth away from the bottom rope, but a third is thwarted as Hendrix raises up to move them back to the center of the ring. Nocturne take the opportunity to twist herself onto her back, and as Hendrix turns back around to deal with her she kicks upwards once...twice...three times to finally break the grip on her left leg. Hendrix staggers back a step, and that’s enough space for Nocturne to kip up into a headscissors takedown. A second, proper kip up follows, and Nocturne gets back on her feet, stumbling a bit on her left side before steadying herself. She crouches a little, making sure the leg will support her, before heading to the far side ropes. Hendrix attempts a big boot on the rebound, which Nocturne ducks under, another clothesline that Nocturne also ducks, and on the third trip hits a spinning heel kick that staggers the big man. She goes back to the ropes, and a second spinning heel kick actually sends Hendrix to the mat. Nocturne doesn’t even pause before running forward, and launching into a running shooting star press that connects. She sticks the landing, turning it into a cover.

One!

But not even two, as Hendrix kicks out with authority!

Arthur La Forge: How?

Mary DeSue: Maybe he really is the Messiah!

Arthur La Forge: I think LEGION might sue.

To her credit, Nocturne doesn’t waste time arguing with the ref, as she instead backs across the ring to give herself room to pick up speed. As Hendrix stands, Nocturne races forward, and hits a hard front dropkick that sends The Messiah back into the corner. Hendrix stumbles forward a step off the impact into the corner, and the luchadora runs at the side ropes, jumping onto the middle rope. She leaps backward, looking for the Witching Hour, but in doing so Nocturne breaks the Sixth Wrestling Commandment: “Thou shalt not jump at a much larger opponent.” So it’s not to many people’s surprise when Hendrix catches her out of midair and in one fluid movement drives Nocturne to the mat with the Reapers Wish! The Messiah doesn’t even bother to hook a leg as the ref comes in for the count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Mr. Rad: And your winner, via bringing his opponent down to the Hades, “The Messiah” Brandon Hendrix!

Arthur La Forge: Well, give Nocturne credit, she hung in there for a bit.

Mary DeSue: Yeah, then she made a mistake and The Messiah destroyed her.

Arthur La Forge: Probably not the debut she was wanting, but Hendrix is continuing to build his record with this win and could be moving on to bigger and better things.

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Wendy House vs. EA Blizzard

”Man Who sold the world” by David Bowie hits the PA, and the crowd boos as EA Blizzard walks out, carrying his leather briefcase. He adjusts his tie with his free hand, before walking to the ring, pointing out the embroidered EAB initials on the case as he staves off jeers from the fans. He climbs the steps, wiping his feet on the apron, before stepping over the ropes. He climbs to the second rope, again pointing to the initials on the case, before handing the briefcase to the timekeeper.

Mr. Rad: This match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 323 pounds...E. A. Blizzard!

Arthur La Forge: And now we go to a match that has been building ever since Wendy House crashed in on EAB.

Mary DeSue: Literally!

Arthur La Forge: The two were in a tag match last show and still didnt’ settle anything, so here we are.

Mary DeSue: Someone who loves gaming vs. someone who couldn’t care less. It’s like us!

*THE HOUSE OF PAIN IS IN EFFECT Y’ALL, AND ANYONE WHO STEPS UP IS GETTING WRECKED*

House of Pain’s “Jump Around” bounces all up in the PA and starts vibing. Wendy House, the Child Prodigy, bounds through the curtain, waving excitedly to the fans, before pointing at the ring and making a beeline for it. She slides in skipping to the ropes and bouncing on them like a trampoline until her music goes off.

Arthur La Forge: Not even giving Mr. Rad a chance to fire off an introduction!

Mr. Rad: I’m doing it anyway! HisopponentfromVancouverCanadaweighinginat142pounds....(deep breath) WENDY HOUSE!

Mary DeSue: Did the AI just take a moment to breathe?

Arthur La Forge: He’s too sentient for his own good.

Wendy House stomps up to EA Blizzard, hands on her hips and gives him what she no doubt believed to be an intimidating look on her face. EA responds by snatching Wendy by the throat, and chokeslamming her out of the ring over the top rope. He stands there as the fans come unglued, staring down at the much smaller woman. He steps out onto the apron, and hops down to the floor standing over her as the ref admonishes the both of them.

Arthur La Forge: EAB is all business tonight, but when is he not?

Mary DeSue: I think he just slammed the soul out of Wendy!

EA yanks Wendy to a vertical base, before lifting her over his head and dropping her over the guard railing. He then backs up, and nails her in the face with a big boot that sends House back down to the floor. After a moment, shaking his head with disappointment at the situation he’s been stuck in, EA stands on Wendy, leaning on the guard rail and catching hell for it from the ref and fans alike!!

Arthur La Forge: You are double her weight! Get off of her!

Mary DeSue: He’s bigger than most of our roster!

Arthur La Forge: So he’s gotta step on the smaller people to get ahead?

Mary DeSue: That’s kind of his whole deal.

He stares out to the crowd who have quickly turned on EA as he works over everyone’s favorite girl! He pulls her to her feet and rolls back in the ring to break up the count, rolling in after her and getting to his feet quickly, stalking House as she struggles to a vertical base. As soon as she’s up, she’s sent crashing back down with a big scoop slam by EA! He then bounces off the ropes, and drops a big leg drop across Wendy’s chest. He gets to his feet, and begins pacing and waiting for her to get up for more punishment.

Arthur La Forge: Wendy House has yet to hit any offense and I worry that chokeslam took all the fight out of her.

Mary DeSue: She was thrown ten-twelve feet to the concrete floor! I’m surprised she’s even moving!

EA runs in with a clothesline but House ducks underneath, he turns around and House nails an arm drag! Then a step up Enziguri!! EA IS ROCKED! Wendy bounces off the ropes, CLOTHESLINE! BUT EA DOESNT GO DOWN!! Wendy bounces once more, another clothesline! Up! Rebound! CLOTHESLI--NO! EA LEAPS FORTH WITH HIS OWN CLOTHESLINE THAT TURNS WENDY INSIDE OUT IN MID-AIR.

Arthur La Forge: Holy..!

Mary DeSue: That’s it, she’s dead.

Arthur La Forge: EA knew what he was doing with that early attack and I don’t know if House can withstand much more of this.

EA gets to his feet, checking to see if his lip had been split. He finds no blood but looks no less furious because of it. He begins to stomp a mudhole in Wendy who tries to escape rolling toward a corner, but EA catches her there and begins to choke her out with his boot! Wendy cries in pain as the ref begins his five count. EA relinquishes at 4, raising a threatening hand to back the ref off. He then snatches Wendy by her hair, and tosses her with an overhead belly to belly suplex! He goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!


NO! Wendy House kicks out! EA looks shocked, and angry as he pushes to his feet. He motions for the end, and goes to pull Wendy to her feet he winds up and goes for a clothesline...but WENDY DUCKS! She begins to fight back! Sticking jabs and ducking the counters! She dropkicks EA into the ropes! He looks like he’s losing steam as he charges in with a clothesline, and Wendy ducks...SCHOOLBOY! SHE’S ROLLED THE BIG MAN UP!!

ONE!

TWO!!

THR--NO!!

Arthur La Forge: She nearly had him there!

Mary DeSue: And I think that would have been an upset.

Arthur La Forge: How so?

Mary DeSue: It would have upset me.

EA is absolutely incensed as he kicks out, nailing Wendy with a hard kick to the head as she tries to get up! He begins to stomp on her again before ripping her up by her hair and locking in CRUNCH TIME!! Wendy struggles against the bear hug, trying to punch her away out! But EA begins to ragdoll her and cry out in uncharacteristic fury!! The ref confers with Wendy who is fading fast...SHE BEGINS BLEEDING FROM THE MOUTH AND THE REF CALLS FOR THE BELL!!!

Mr. Rad: Your winner of the match by submission...EA Blizzard!

Arthur La Forge: I think that was more the referee’s call, but Blizzard was a force to be reckoned with in this match.

Mary DeSue: This match was over from the first chokeslam, it just took Wendy longer than the rest of us to figure that out.

Arthur La Forge: She’d keep fighting if she could, but the referee had to stop it for her own safety.

Mary DeSue: Yeah yeah, if that were true he would have stopped it before the match even started.

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The Faction (Drake Wilcox & ISAAC) vs. Adam Miller & Teddy Warren

Dry ice fills the stage as Adam Miler walks out from behind the curtain. He stands and holds up devil horns as he makes his way to the ring. Once in the ring he goes up to the top turnbuckle and throws up another devil horn, before waiting for his partner.

Arthur La Forge: Miller has had some difficulties here in Level Up but if he can work with Teddy Warren to get past the Faction here tonight, he might be able to put all of that behind him.

Mary DeSue: But they’ve never teamed before!

Arthur La Forge: No, but they’re both talented enough that it might not matter.

The spotlight hits the curtain as it does the loud sounds of Don't Take Away The Music by Taveres begins to blast across the speakers. The moment it does “The Lyrical One” Teddy emerges from the curtains with a smile on his face accompanied by his wife Diamond. He smirks as he slowly enter into the ring and takes his robe off. The crowd cheers him loudly and he smirks at them. Diamond smiles clapping for her man.

Mr. Rad: This is a tag team match set for one fall! Introducing first, the team of Adam Miller and Teddy Warren!

Mary DeSue: This seems like one heck of a mismatch to me.

Arthur La Forge: The Faction are bigger than their opponents for sure.

Mary DeSue: No, I mean Diamond and Teddy? What does she SEE in him?

It’s darkness and smoke in the arena. The music hits in total darkness. As the lyrics kick in green and purple lights come on. Strolling out of the smoke is a determined and angry looking Wilcox standing at the top of the ramp. Staring at the ring. Before he moves the two behemoths named ISAAC and Drake Wilcox stand either side of him and they begin their slow purposeful walk to the ring.

Mr. Rad: And their opponents, Drake Wilcox and ISAAC, The Faction!

Wilcox slides under the ropes and into the middle of the ring. The smaller of the two behemoths jumps over the ropes whilst the biggest climbs over the top rope. Wilcox now sits on his knees arms out either side of him dead centre of the ring. One of his accomplices grabs hold of the hood of his robes and pulls the robes upwards. The lights come up at the same time and Wilcox remains dead centre of the ring, before exiting so his team can begin their match.

Arthur La Forge: You know, whenever we start preparing to crown our multiplayer champions, The Faction are likely a strong contender.

Mary DeSue: They’re the only team we have now.

Arthur La Forge: Yeah, and they’re picking up more and more experience as a team.

ISAAC starts out against Adam Miller and it doesn’t take long for the giant to level Adam with a thunderous running big boot! He stands over Miller, watching as he rolls to the ropes to pull himself up. Isaac follows close behind him, landing some clubbing shots on the back of Miller’s neck before snatching him by both sides of the head, and tossing him halfway across the ring!! He goes and tags Drake in! Miller tries to move to his corner but Isaac stops him, lifting him in a military press slam! He begins to pump Miller like Iron as Wilcox takes a knee! Isaac drops Miller over Wilcox’s knee!!

Arthur La Forge: It seems the theme tonight is mismatched opponents, as the larger athletes are just running through the smaller ones.

Mary DeSue: The Developer has a sick sense of humor.

Arthur La Forge: I don’t think they put the card together as a joke.

Mary DeSue: We don’t even know what they look like!

Miller’s situation goes from bad to worse as the even larger Wilcox yanks him up from the mat by his arm, before lifting him in a sidewalk slam. He goes for the pin, but Miller in a show of heart and tenacity kicks out at one! He then scrambles and tags in his partner! Warren leaps over the top rope and runs right at Wilcox as he’s gotten to his feet! Swinging for the fences with rights and lefts! But the big man just eats the shots before taking Warren down with a hard clothesline! Warren flops up in a seated position looking dazed as Wilcox goes and tags in Isaac!

Arthur La Forge: Teddy Warren tried his hand but these two giants are just an imposing force.

Mary DeSue: Yeah, it’s the last two matches all over again.

Wilcox lifts Warren in a military press..BUT MILLER CHARGES IN! HE CHOP BLOCKS WILCOX WHO DROPS WARREN! WARREN KIPS UP! The two men nail Isaac with stereo dropkicks that send him over the top rope! They then work together and start chopping Wilcox down! They each send stiff kicks into the Giant who begins shouting at them to hit him harder! Suddenly Wilcox is on his feet! He snatches both men by the throat! Double chokeslam!!! But he isn’t done! Wilcox lifts both men back up and sends them back down to the mat! The ref begins admonishing Wilcox to get out of the ring as Isaac rolls back in under the bottom rope, furious!!

Arthur La Forge: Miller and Warren showed some fire so of course Wilcox broke the rules to put a stop to it.

Mary DeSue: He’s huge, why would he need to break the rules?

Arthur La Forge: My point exactly.

Isaac snatches Miller and tosses him out over the top rope, before setting to stomping a mudhole in Warren! But Warren evades and chop blocks Isaac! He leaps onto Isaac and begins raining down rights and lefts! Isaac manages to push him off before getting on his knees as Warren changes but in BUT ISAAC EXPLODES FORTH WITH A THUNDEROUS SPEAR!! He stands up and lifts Warren up in a military press, but Warren manages to riggle free and leap to his corner, tagging in Adam Miller!!

Arthur La Forge: Here comes Miller, showing no fear as usual!

Mary DeSue: And he’ll probably get creamed, as usual.

Arthur La Forge: Let’s see how he does before we go burying him?

Mary DeSue: Fine.

Adam hops over the top rope, ducking a boot from Isaac and nailing Wilcox with a superman punch that sends the big man falling from the apron! He turns and ducks a clothesline this time and nails Isaac with a back stabber! He kips up, and hurriedly gets to the ropes, jumping to the outside, then springboarding in with a big leg drop! He goes for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

Isaac kicks out with authority, launching Miller into the air! He is quick to his feet but Miller is tenacious! He begins raining right hands down on the back of Isaac’s neck, only to be shoved away! When he charges back in, Isaac catches him with a big, thunderous tilt-a-whirl sidewalk slam! Miller yells in pain and arches his back. Warren begins calling for the tag, but on the outside Wilcox yanks him from the apron and levels him with a stiff right hand to the jaw of the smaller man! Warren looks to be out like a light!!

Mary DeSue: Teddy Warren is DONE.

Arthur La Forge: It looks like it, but the match isn’t over until the bell rings.

In the ring, Isaac has lifted Miller up he sets him on the top rope, climbing the second he begins slapping Miller across the face! The smack echos off the walls of the arena. Once, twice. THREE BIG, MEATY SLAPS! He then snatches Miller by both sides of his head. Isaac begins jawing at Miller who defiantly spits in Isaac’s face! Big mistake, as Isaac rears back and bashes his forehead into Miller’s face! Blood jets out from a broken nose! But it isn’t over! Iaac climbs to the last rope, snatching Miller and hitting an earth-shaking superplex!!

Arthur La Forge: Miller is tenacious but I wouldn’t call angering the monster one of his best decisions.

Mary DeSue: Yeah and he paid for it.

He rolls off of Miller and begins to stalk him, screaming for the smaller man to get up! As Miller does, he is obviously disorented and stumbling. Blood flows down his chest to his ring gear, already staining the mat! He turns around and..HEAD HUNTER! ISAAC NAILS HIM WITH THE HEAD HUNTER AND DRIVES HIS FACE INTO THE MAT ONCE MORE! Isaac rolls Miller over, and pins him with one hand to his chest!

ONE

TWO!!

THREE!!

Mr. Rad: Your winners of the match, Drake Wilcox and ISSAC….THE FACTION!

Arthur La Forge: An impressive win for the Faction..wait.

Mary DeSue: what?

Arthur La Forge: Look at who’s in the ring…

James Wilcox has now entered the ring and holds up the arms of his giants in victory. He spies Miller struggling to get to his feet and then suddenly NAILS HIM WITH THE ADONIS SUPERKICK! The crowd boos and as Teddy tries to protest, ISAAC takes a cue from the Faction's Leader and hits him with the Head Hunter!

Arthur La Forge: This is ridiculous!

Mary DeSue: Crowd thinks so too, they’re booing so loud I can’t think!

Wilcox drops to his knees and begins to pummel Miller with a series of left hands, before demanding that Drake grab a chair. Wilcox goes to the outside and steals a chair from ringside, before tossing it into ISAAC. Miller attempts to stand but ISAAC kicks him back down and hands the chair to James, who puts it around his arm.

James Wilcox: Get my wand.

Arthur La Forge: His wand?!

Drake now looks under the ring and pulls out a special, painted sledgehammer, before handing that off to ISAAC, who in turn passes it to James.

Mary DeSue: Some wand!

Arthur La Forge: Somebody get out here and stop this!

James Wilcox holds the sledgehammer and spins it around in his hand, while ISAAC and Drake proceed to hold Miller down...AND THEN HE SMASHES THE CHAIR WITH THE SLEDGEHAMMER! Miller’s arm was trapped inside! Wilcox continues to smash the chair over and over. He then points the sledgehammer down at Miller’s head!

Arthur La Forge: Oh god..no…

James raises the sledgehammer above his head when the crowd suddenly roars to life and Teddy Warren finally recovers enough and re-enters the ring with a chair! He smashes ISAAC over the head and then Drake in the knee and James decides to get out of the ring while he can. He checks on Adam Miller, who is clutching his possibly broken arm, but it seems the damage was done.

Arthur La Forge: The Faction just proved why they are a threat and thank goodness Teddy Warren was able to stop it from getting worse.

Mary DeSue: I don’t think we’ll be seeing Miller around for a while, though…

Arthur La Forge: Medical team is coming out, we’re going to go to break and come back with another match...stick around, folks...

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Eli Goode vs. Jenny vs. Larry Tact

The lights begin flickering WILDLY as the opening beats of "Pieces" by Hoobastank sound throughout the arena.

"TURN AROUND AND PICK UP THE PIECES!"

A BURST of black and gold pyro goes off as Larry Tact steps through the entrance, observing momentarily before heading down the ramp. Seeing a couple fans mouthing off along his way, he takes a moment to spit on his own hand before attempting to SLAP a couple fans across the face. Tact smirks, then proceeds to the ring steps and ascends them. He enters the ring and climbs a turnbuckle, pointing to himself and opening his arms to receive their reaction. Coming back down to the canvas, he stretches using the ropes, focused on the match.

Mr. Rad: This is a three-way match, set for one fall! The winner will face the Wisdom champion for the title at Dead by Daylight! Introducing first, from Manhattan, New York, weighing in at 260 pounds...LARRY TACT!

Arthur La Forge: Larry Tact got a disputed win over Eli Goode last show, and so this rematch was made...but then a third person was added at the last minute.

Mary DeSue: If I were Tact and Goode, I’d be a little mad.

Arthur La Forge: I think a rivalry is developing between those two and I doubt this match settles anything, but we’ll see.

The lights cut out. The arena goes completely black.

The music slowly starts to play with the guitar solo. Once the singing starts, Eli Goode walks out with his leather jacket and ring gear on. He stands up at the top of the ramp. He looks around the arena.

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

Mr. Rad: His opponent, from Memphis, TN, weighing in at 160 pounds...ELI GOODE!

After the pyro stops, he opens his eyes and smiles. He takes off the leather jacket as the music starts to fade away. After the music is over, he walks to his respective side of the ring to wait for the match to start.

Arthur La Forge: Eli still has that arm in a cast, and it’s going to prevent him from being 100% here, but he keeps agreeing to compete.

Mary DeSue: Which is very stupid.

Arthur La Forge: Or commendable. He’s wanting to get ahead and he’s not going to let the arm get in his way if he can help it.

“And There was Light!”



The lights turn into a mixture of turquoise and purple, flickering about the arena as the short keyboard-intro of “And there was Light” by Illnath plays through the PA-system. A single white spotlight focuses on the end of the rampway as the song kicks into its first verse.

“And the darkness that followed blinded my eyes

The night made we trustworthy and hid all my lies

I called the seventh of the eight and gave him my offer

So cold were the feelings I bore inside after I'd lost her

Sometimes I still can hear

His voices calling, calling me from everywhere

And now and then

I feel my soul slowly slipping out of myself into his... “

On the short bridge, “Queen Machine” Jenny walks through the curtains, crawling on all fours. She stops at the top of the ramp and rise up to her knees, surveying the crowd.

As the strong vocals of the song kick up again she bounces up to her feet and stalks her way down the aisleway.



“Hell claws at my window amd makes me forget

To tell her of the deal and the conditions I met and now

It's far too late to tell her what's going on here

Somehow I'm almost looking forward to when this is over

I felt my ghost cross over, and knew he was near

And across the river I could see him standing there”

Mr. Rad: And their opponent, from Reno, Nevada, weighing in at 150 pounds...she is the Queen Machine...JENNY!

As she reaches the ring she hops on the apron and drapes herself on the ropes, hanging upside down while the song reaches its solo, a manic chuckle emanating from her lips before she slithers into the ring and crawls into the corner where she bounces up to the top rope and lies down on the buckle, staring down the aisleway as the chorus kicks in

“And there was light

And the blackness that followed blinded her eyes

The night drew her to me and we met in the dark

And this "why am I here?" where the words she said

A kiss told her responsible for her being dead “

As the song fades she rolls back to the ground in a three-point stance and prepares for action.

Mary DeSue: Spooky lady doesnt’ seem like she fits in the Wisdom division.

Arthur La Forge: I kind of question why The Developer included her myself, but perhaps she lobbied for the match.

Mary DeSue: Probably something about wanting to play. Ugh, creepy.

As soon as the bell rings, Jenny skips to a corner and hops up on the top rope to take a seat. Eli and Tact stare at her, dumbfounded. After a second of adjusting herself, she motions for the two to begin. Tact still looks absolutely awestruck by the display, but Eli doesn’t need to be told twice! He nails a low dropkick on the bigger man, then shoots up and nails a step up enziguri! Tact is still upright on one knee! Eli runs to the ropes and comes back going for a shining Wizard..but TACT CATCHES HIM AND RISES TO HIS FEET! HE NAILS A GIANT POWERBOMB ON ELI GOODE!!

Arthur La Forge: Goode came out of the blocks early but Tact managed to turn this his way with a powerbomb.

Mary DeSue: And Jenny is just...watching. STILL CREEPY.

Jenny looks impressed and amused as she adjusts herself to now kneeling on the top rope. She waits for Tact to turn around, and leaps forth! She nails a frankensteiner on the big man and follows it up by leaping on him and locking in an arm bar, yanking the arm for all she’s worth! She shouts to a groggy Eli Goode who leaps onto Tact, taking the other arm and locking in an arm bar of his own! The two smaller competitors are trying to take away Tact’s power advantage and all he can do is bellow in frustration and pain!

Arthur La Forge: Even with his own arm in a cast, Goode is able to apply that second armbar and now it’s Tact at a disadvantage.

Mary DeSue: Jenny isn’t as crazy as she looks!

Arthur La Forge: Or she just knows the best ways to hurt people. Who can tell?

Slowly, Amazingly, Tact powers himself to one knee. He yells out in a strained effort, and bashes the two together in front of him, breaking both their holds and sending them both to the mat! He gets to his feet and creates some distance by backing up to the ropes, trying to shake the pain out of both his arms. Eli Goode is up first, charging in only to be met with a shoulder tackle from Tact who continues trying to distance himself as he slides out of the ring.

Arthur La Forge: Tact is trying to keep this down to a slow pace, which is smart as both opponents are faster than him.

Mary DeSue: And more willing to work with each other instead of him.

Jenny sits up, rubbing her forehead and audibly saying “OUCH!” before shaking her head, and the cobwebs. She gets to her feet, and instantly charges Eli Goode who counters with an arm drag! Jenny is up and charges back in, but as Eli goes for another arm drag she leaps and catches him with a switchblade! She then rolls on top of Eli and begins nailing him with stiff right hands to the face! Eli manages to buck her off though, and leaps at her as she’s stumbled and locks in a bulldog choke..THEN BODY SCISSORS!

Arthur La Forge: Eli might have it here! Somehow able to apply a choke with one arm. The body scissors is smart, as it makes up for the lack of leverage by squeezing more air out of her.

Mary DeSue: Probably the wrong person to put it on though...are we sure she doesn’t enjoy pain?

The ref confers with Jenny who refuses to tap out, however she doesn’t get a chance to respond as Tact comes in and in an impressive display of power, he lifts both Eli and Jenny before slamming them both down, breaking the hold and possibly both opponents! He goes for the pin on Eli but before the ref can drop down, Jenny fires a kick from her prone position into Tact’s face and now he’s down, checking his nose. It is bleeding, but not broken. He slaps the mat in frustration and gets to his feet, snatching Jenny.

Mary DeSue: Now she [bleep]ed up.

Arthur La Forge: Uh, yeah. That.

He lifts her with a vertical suplex before bouncing her off the ropes and nailing a slingshot suplex! He rolls through for a pin but just like his last attempt, he is interrupted as Eli Goode is back in it, stomping Tact on the back of the head over, and over. He then runs and bounces off the ropes, nailing a running shooting star press on both downed opponents! Tact rolls away as Eli postures for the crowd.

Arthur La Forge: Eli’s doing well for a one-armed man but he’d be well-served to not worry about the crowd right now.

Mary DeSue: What’s the worst that can happen?

Arthur La Forge: You’re totally tempting fate there.

Eli turns to find Jenny in a kneeling position he charges in going for the Goode Lord but she manages to evade and roll out of the ring! Eli turns his attention to Tact who is charging out of a corner and nails Eli with a running forearm smash! He pulls Eli up and goes for a short arm clothesline but Eli ducks under it and leaps up, nailing Tact with a neckbreaker! Jenny reenters the fray with a springboard dropkick right into Goode’s face! She is on her feet quickly, running the ropes and going for a double elbow drop on both downed opponents! Jenny sits up, grinning with pride as Goode and Tact both roll away favoring their sternums.

Mary DeSue: See? She likes this!

Arthur La Forge: Yes. This is “playing” for her.

Mary DeSue: And that’s why I don’t like her spooky ass!

Tact rolls out of the ring, and Jenny is all business. She charges the ropes, leaping upon the top one and springboarding with a thunderous poisonrana that spikes Tact’s head into the thin mats on the concrete floor out of the ring!! Tact looks to be out cold as Jenny takes a moment to pose for the audience, grinning like a madwoman. She rolls back into the ring and begins to stalk Eli Goode. She seems to have found a bloodthirsty zone, practically frothing at the mouth as she laughs like a Hyena at Eli pulling himself up on the ropes.

Arthur La Forge: I think Tact and Goode expected a wrestling match and didn’t expect someone like Jenny to be thrown into the mix!

Mary DeSue: And she’s taking advantage!

Arthur La Forge: Eli doesn’t seem worried though, he’s going right after her!

Eli charges her and begins trading blows with the Queen Machine! He begins backing her into the ropes, catching her with a haymaker to the jaw! He whips Queenie to the opposite ropes! She ducks a clothesline as she rebounds, stops and grabs the bad arm of Eli and and hits THE CROWNING...ON THE ARM! It’s an awkward maneuver but it takes Goode out of his game! Jenny gets to her feet, pulling Eli with her. She locks in a half nelson...ENTER THE MACHINE!! Eli Goode’s skull is crushed into the mat! A possible brutal finale for Goode in this match! Jenny covers, hooking the legs!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

Mr. Rad: The winner of the match and #1 contender to the Wisdom title...the Queen Machine, Jenny!!

Arthur La Forge: I hope LEGION and Sidroy are prepared, because Jenny is going to be a force coming for that title.

Mary DeSue: Kind of feel bad for Eli though.

Arthur La Forge: That arm is proving to be a liability, but if anyone can bounce back, it’s Eli. We’ll just have to see where goes from here.

Mary DeSue: My guess is another match with Tact.

Arthur La Forge: They definitely haven’t settled anything, that’s for sure. We’ll go to a break and be back in a bit...

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Antonio Ricci vs. Bert McAlroy

The lights go out and slow and eerie synthesizer of Leonard Cohen's "Waiting for the Miracle" plays. At the same time, a spotlight comes on from behind the entryway, causing a long shadow to be cast down the ramp. As the first verse ends, Cohen's voice croons "Waiting for the Miracle... for the Miracle to come," and the lights come up and Antonio Ricci stands confidently, the center of attention. The camera zooms in on his face as he looks directly at the lens and smirks.

Mr. Rad: This match is set for one fall, with the winner getting a Final Boss title shot at Dead by Daylight! On his way to the ring, weighing in at 252 pounds… ‘COUNT COMA’ ANTOOOOOONIO RIIIIIIIIICCIIIIIII!!

Ricci flexes his muscles before opening his vest to show off his six-pack. He finally starts walking to the ring and stops about halfway down to jaw with one of the fans along the walkway. Ricci waves his hand dismissively at the fans then begins walking back down to the ring again. He climbs up the ring steps and wipes his feet before getting into the ring and climbing the turnbuckle. He poses in the corner as the crowd boos him some more. Finally satisfied with the reaction, he hops down and turns his attention towards the ring.

Arthur La Forge: As we noted earlier tonight, Antonio Ricci has beat Bert McAlroy three times. Two of those happened at The Last of Us.

Mary DeSue: And he put him in a coffin and dropped him on his head!

Arthur La Forge: Yeah that was...a disturbing sight. But Bert keeps coming back for more.

As "True Survivor" blares forth, Bert comes charging out dressed in jeans and a hoodie! He bounces from one foot to the other, arms raised in the air before making his way down to the ring, slapping outstretched hands. He rolls in under the bottom rope, and shadowboxes..poorly..in the middle of the ring before going to the ropes and waiting for the referee to call for the bell.

Mr. Rad: And his opponent, from Carmel by the Sea, California, weighing in at only 144 pounds...BERT MCALROY!

Mary DeSue: Can you imagine if Bert somehow annoyed his way into a title match?

Arthur La Forge: He refuses to die and that’s something that Ricci has to be bothered by. He’s probably hoping to put him down for good tonight and move onto the title match he feels he deserves.

Mary DeSue: Because he does! He has one of the best records in this place!

Antonio Ricci walks over to Bert McAlroy, talking some trash before condescendingly extending his hand. Bert accepts it, surprising everyone, before slapping Ricci right in the face! Ricci turns his head back and glares at McAlroy, who knows what comes next but doesn't retreat. Count Coma hits a huge right and then tosses McAlroy into the ropes, but Bert comes flying off of them with a flying axe handle. The move staggers Ricci, Bert lines up the shot and hits GERT BERT'D! The superkick connects flush with the jaw of Ricci who falls down! Bert moves out onto the apron and Ricci is already getting up to his feet and he dives in with GIVE HER THE BERT! Two signatures back-to-back, early in the match! Bert covers and hooks both legs!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--NO! Ricci shoves Bert off of him with enough force to send him flying back.

Arthur La Forge: Give Bert credit for trying, but there’s no way Ricci’s going down this early.

Mary DeSue: He’s fighting like his life...wait, nevermind. That actually makes sense.

Ricci gets up to his feet faster than his opponent would like, and then tries for the Coma-toes immediately, but Bert manages to duck underneath. He then jumps up and hits a dropkick to the back of Ricci, knocking him into the ropes, and as Ricci turns around he gets another dropkick to the face! Bert tries to cover again!

One!

Two!

No! Ricci throws the shoulder up. Bert climbs up top again and jumps off with a diving splash! Another cover!

One!

Two!

T--NO! Still two!

Arthur La Forge: Bert is more aggressive than usual.

Mary DeSue: I take back everything I said, Bert McAlroy is whipping Ricci’s ass!

Arthur La Forge: This is totally unexpected, but Bert is out to prove something here tonight.

McAlroy gets to his feet and grabs the hair of Ricci to pull him up as well. Bert seems full of confidence at the moment, so he throws Antonio to the other side, and bounces off the ropes. He runs at Ricci but whatever he's thinking is stopped immediately by a jumping knee strike from Count Coma. Ricci stumbles a bit, still thrown off by the early onslaught. He grabs the wrist of McAlroy and pulls him to his feet, before throwing him at the nearest corner with all his might. Bert nearly falls down, but manages to get back up just to be greeted with a open-handed palm strike to the chin by Ricci. He then picks McAlroy up and sets him up top, before grabbing him by the throat and waistline and simply flinging him off the top down to the mat. McAlroy crashes down hard and writhes in pain.

Arthur La Forge: It's not the most scientific move, but Ricci is looking to hurt McAlroy now for embarrassing him.

Mary DeSue: Good! Stoners need to know their place!

Arthur La Forge: Are you really on that again after you stole his…

Mary DeSue: QUIET! That never happened.


Ricci eyes McAlroy and scoops him up, before wrapping a hand around his throat. He lifts him up for a chokeslam, but Bert begins to wiggle and gets free. He then drops down with a low dropkick that connects with both shins of Ricci, before going out to the apron again. He jumps up to springboard, but Ricci runs over and surprises him with his suddenness, hitting another palm strike that knocks McAlroy out of the air and sends him crashing down onto the apron! Ricci goes out to join, grabbing him around the throat again, but when he lifts Bert up, the smaller competitor wraps his legs around the head of Ricci and flips backward, causing Antonio Ricci to fly off the apron and flip down onto the floor, back-first! Bert pulls himself back up and then climbs up the turnbuckle nearest Ricci. He makes a cross on his chest and dives off with a crossbody.....BUT RICCI CATCHES HIM! He then lifts him up into the air and BODY SLAMS HIM SPINE-FIRST ON THE GUARDRAIL!

Mary DeSue: OWWWWWWW.

Arthur La Forge: Well, that’s it for Bert’s back. And maybe this match.

Mary DeSue: There’s not enough weed in the world to stop that pain.

The referee begins the count to count out both men.

One!

Two!

Ricci shoves Bert and causes him to fall onto the audience side, but the crowd are socially distanced in the stands.

Three!

Four!

Ricci rolls back into the ring, while Bert doesn't appear to be moving where he is.

Five!

Six!

McAlroy's hand appears on the barrier and he pulls himself up, flipping over and onto the floor of the ringside area.

Seven!

Bert pushes himself up to his feet and hobbles over to the apron, but falls.

Eight!

Nine!

McAlroy jumps up and slides into the ring, just barely beating the count! Ricci doesn't seem bothered, instead scooping McAlroy up and spiking him down with a piledriver! He covers and hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Thr---NO! McAlroy throws the shoulder up!

Arthur La Forge: Bert McAlroy has a resolve unlike most on this roster. He refuses to stay down.

Mary DeSue: Or maybe he’s too stupid to stay down! Ricci’s just gonna kill him again!

Arthur La Forge: Maybe not. Bert’s giving as good as he gets in this match so far.

Ricci watches his opponent, curiously, as McAlroy claws at the ropes and struggles to pull himself up. Ricci lets him get to his feet and allows McAlroy to face him, before charging and clotheslining up over the top back to the floor. He then leaps over the top to the floor, feet first, to join Bert, before tossing him over the ring barrier again, essentially negating all the work Bert just did to get back in the ring. This time, however, Ricci steps over the rail himself and grabs Bert by the head, before looking off to the side and tossing McAlroy by his head into a row of empty chairs nearby, causing Bert to crash into the pile and fall down in a heap of metal and flesh.

Arthur La Forge: Jesus! Isn't that illegal? It should be!

Mary DeSue: He didn't hit him with the chair. He hit the chair with Bert.

Arthur La Forge: Ugh, technicalities.

The referee is right there, demanding that Ricci get back in the ring, but Ricci simply lifts Bert up and body slams him back down onto the pile. He then grabs Bert and tosses him back over the barrier, before going back over and tossing him into the ring. The referee gets in Ricci's face again, telling him not to do anything like that again. Ricci blows him off and climbs up to the apron, only for Bert to dive over and yank his head down onto the top rope! Ricci drops down to a knee and so Bert pulls him in over the middle rope, then boots him in the side of the face! Count Coma gets angry now, moving through the ropes into the ring, but Bert catches him with a dropkick to the leg! Ricci is down to a knee, and Bert grabs the back of the head, leaping forward with a bulldog! He covers!

One!

Two!

No! Ricci kicks out again!

Arthur La Forge: Bert is giving everything he’s got, but his moveset is limited because of his inexperience and Ricci is taking his best shots and coming back.


Mary DeSue: Well he’d better think of something. Ricci’s not gonna just lay there and wait to get hit again.

McAlroy sighs in frustration and picks up Ricci by the head, before getting him in position for the McAldesroyer! He jumps up, hoping to make Ricci flip with him, but Ricci grabs onto the legs of McAlroy, then walks toward the turnbuckle, where he flips him forward and causes his back to slam into the top turnbuckle! Bert hits had and then simply slides down the turnbuckle into the corner. Ricci runs off the ropes and comes back with a knee that crashes into Bert's face, before he grabs a leg and drags up toward the center of the ring.

One!

Two!

Thr--NO! Bert somehow kicks out again!

Arthur La Forge: Ricci is attacking back, viciously, and Bert won’t stay down!

Mary DeSue: Oh he will, Ricci just might have to cripple him first.

Arthur La Forge: I don’t think he’d hesitate, either.

Ricci gets up and begins to get in the referee's face, demanding he do his job. The referee argues back and Ricci piefaces him, almost daring him to get disqualified. He walks back over to Ricci and while the referee is trying to get up, McAlroy suddenly reaches up and hits Ricci with a low blow! More accurately, he dropped down and punched him directly in the crotch, Johnny Cage style!

Arthur La Forge: I don’t care how big of a man you are, that hurts no matter what.

Mary DeSue: That's not fair! Bert cheated!

Arthur La Forge: And Ricci throwing Bert into chairs was perfectly okay?

Mary DeSue: That was still within the rules, in view of the ref! This was a punch to the dick!

The referee is back up, none the wiser, as Bert gets to his feet and hits the GERT BERT'D superkick! Ricci staggers and Bert pulls him down into a small package!

ONE!

TWO!

THRee---NO! Ricci kicks out just in time!

Bert gets up and looks around wildly, trying to figure out what to do now. He pulls Ricci up and once again seems to want to try the McAldestroyer. But Ricci rushes forward and shoves Bert into the turnbuckle. As McAlroy staggers out, Ricci hits a Cyclone Kick! Bert drops down to a knee and then falls to the mat, face first. However, this doesn't seem like it's enough for Ricci, who picks Bert up into a reverse DDT position, only to flip and hit him with a rolling cutter! He makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRe---NO! BERT KICKS OUT AGAIN!!!

Arthur La Forge: I dare say these two are on equal footing in this match!

Mary DeSue: How?

Arthur La Forge: Bert’s got a lot of heart, which is making up for the size and experience difference right now.

Ricci is now beside himself, as he's put away Bert before with less. He picks McAlroy up and puts him into the corner, demanding he come out, as he plans to hit a KO shot. Bert staggers forward, but when Ricci tries for Coma-toes, McAlroy simply collapses, causing him to miss! Ricci, incensed, climbs onto the back of McAlroy and begins to pound away at the back of his head with forearms, while Bert is on top of his hands, unable to defend himself. However, as he's in the corner, he manages to get a foot on the ropes! The referee demands that Ricci get off, giving him to a count of five. When that doesn't work, he tries to pull Antonio off, only for Ricci to get up and in his face again. The referee warns him again, only for Ricci to shove him down!

Arthur La Forge: Ricci normally plays within the rules, but Bert’s refusal to die appears to be frustrating him.


Mary DeSue: Can you blame him? He’s one match away from a title shot and this little stoner won’t stay down!

Ricci dares the referee to disqualify him, but the referee decides to let it go, as there must be a winner. He starts to pick himself up as Ricci turns around and grabs McAlroy, picking him up for what looks to be a crucifix powerbomb. He lifts Bert up only to reveal to everyone that McAlroy has a joint in his mouth! McAlroy removes it and quickly blows marijuana smoke into the face of Ricci while the referee was down!!!

Mary DeSue:AGAIN?!

Arthur La Forge: I guess there’s never a bad time to light up.

Mary DeSue: Yes there is! This! This is a bad time!

With the smoke stinging his eyes, Ricci's grip loosens, and McAlroy flips backward into a hurricanrana, before hooking both legs in a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEE!!!! Ricci kicks out, but was it in time?!

Mary DeSue: NO WAY!

Arthur La Forge: That was really close, the referee's hand hit the mat but did it happen before or after Ricci pushed Bert off?

The referee goes to ringside and presses some information into a computer. Bert has rolled to the outside while Ricci looks down at the referee, sure that he got out in time. The referee moves over....AND LIFTS BERT'S ARM!!

Mr. Rad: Ladies and gentlemen...THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND #1 CONTENDER....BERT MCALROY!!!

Arthur La Forge: He did it! Antonio Ricci beat Bert McAlroy THREE times before this, and Bert finally managed to get one over on him! AND he's getting a Final Boss title shot!

Mary DeSue: But Bert cheated! And Ricci kicked out!

Arthur La Forge: And the sun was in his eyes! The point is, the referee's decision is final!

Mary DeSue: Oh yeah, because the referees have been GREAT lately.

Bert gives Ricci the finger as he backs his way through up toward the ramp and back through the curtain.. Ricci is furious and leaps out of the ring, grabbing the referee and tossing him back inside. He argues with the ref, pointing out that he kicked out before the hand hit the mat, but the ref swears he didn't! Ricci looks down for a moment...THEN HITS REFEREE KIRBY WITH THE COMA-TOES!!!

Arthur La Forge: Oh that's uncalled for!

Mary DeSue: The hell it is! Ricci got screwed!

Arthur La Forge: Ricci was down for a three! He just can't handle it!

Mary DeSue: I guess we'll never really know, will we? Well I will. And so will Ricci, but the rest of you uneducated simps...

Arthur La Forge: Either way, I feel like we're going to hear a lot about this at EXP 7...

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Sidroy Covington IV vs. LEGION

The sound of horns blowing can be heard for a few moments, signaling a request for silence. After a moment the voice of Sidroy's servitor Barnabus Cartwright can be heard booming through the microphone in a thick British accent.

Barnabus Cartwright: "Please rise and remain silent as we welcome true, unbridled greatness in the form of man. Hailing from Knightsbridge, London England and now residing in Aberdeen Scotland, weighing in at 215 pounds, he is the pinnacle of Professional Wrestling, the undisputed king of the United Kingdom, the Golden God of the Granite City, the Absolute of Aberdeen, the youth of today and the face of tomorrow... and quite simply yet literally the greatest man to ever walk this earth... I am both honored and humbled to present to you, fourth of his name but first of his kind; and tonight, the first-ever Level Up Wrestling Wisdom Champion..."Ever Fortunate" Sidroy Covington the Fourth!

The horns blow once more and fade into the horns of 'You Wish' by Skepta. Two spotlights circle the entrance area, and a moment Sidroy Covington IIII emerges with a smile, spreading his arms wide to present himself fully to the on lookers. He basks in his own glory for a moment before bowing, removing his embroidered towel as he does. He then slings it back of his neck, and makes his way to the ring rolling his wrists and occasionally waving to the crowd who has no interest in him, but still making sure to stay dead center of the walk way as to not allow them to be able to reach him if they so desired. He walks up the steps and holding the ropes as he wipes his feet before leaping over the top rope and landing on the second rope in the corner. He surveys the crowd and removes his towel once more, giving his impressive physique a dab with it before hopping down and passing his towel to his Barnabus.

Arthur La Forge: As Sidroy Covington makes his way to the ring…

Mary DeSue: What an introduction!

Arthur La Forge: Let’s recap how he got here. He beat Adam Miler in the first round of the tournament, then EA Blizzard in the second round.

Mary DeSue: And now he’s probably gonna die.

Arthur La Forge: He’s definitely facing his greatest challenge to date.

The house lights dim. The matte of rich black is dotted with lights from cell phones like the stars mark the midnight sky. Thousands of voices settle to an eerie calm as all eyes move to the entrance. After a moment of silence a chanting choir booms the introduction of RETURNS A KING.

White Spotlights FADE IN on the entrance. Snow has begun to slowly fall from the ceiling of the arena—thick, fluttering flakes which dance in the air on their way to the floor. A layer of fog is crawling out from the entrance, across the stage and down the ramp. As the choir continues to sing, slowly and methodically the outline of… something begins to move into the light.

Standing under the falling snow is LEGION, Leader of the Church of the Seventh Circle. Both of his arms are extended outward, forming a cross and his head tilts back. From the neck down he’s wearing a black cassock with a red priest’s tab running under his collar and across the throat. A necklace dangles from his neck and a cross hangs from the chair, created from interlocking an L and a G. On his head he wears a venetian mask in the shape of a devil with two horns protruding from the forehead.

The chorus crescendos to the final note and, on the down beat, Shadow of the Wind by Black Sabbath roars throughout the arena with heavy guitars and drums. EXPLOSIONS rattle the arena and the house lights up. LEGION lowers his arms and brings his hands together in prayer as DIO sings OH IT'S NIGHT AGAIN // AND THE DARK JUST KILLED THE SUN // IF THE LIGHT MUST END // YOU'VE GOT TIME TO RUN AWAY!

As he walks down the aisle thousands of eyes watch his every movement. Some cheer like a ravenous mob, while others boo out of utter contempt and disgust, but every single one of them are on their feet. When he nears ringside he climbs the stairs to the apron and ducks into the ring. Once inside he walks into the center of the ring, looks toward the camera, and reaches up to remove his mask.

Beneath it, his face is painted black across the forehead and nose and then white down his neck. Red is smeared over his lip and his eyes are swallowed in pitch black. He hands the mask to the ref and then unbuttons his cassock which he swings off to reveal the rest of his body is also covered in the black makeup. He hands over the robe and stands ready as the music fades out.

Mr. Rad: And his opponent, from New Orleans, weighing in at 220 pounds...LEGION!

Arthur La Forge: And LEGION, meanwhile, beat Larry Tact in round one then Bert McAlroy in round two.

Mary DeSue: And that was AFTER he debuted at the Last of Us and nearly won the damn thing!

Arthur La Forge: Yes, it took a lot for Magdalena Lockheart to put him away, which might be why most of the oddsmakers have him as the 25-to-1 favorite here.

The referee rings the bell and Sidroy Covington stares down LEGION, almost hesitant to be the one who starts the match. He paces around LEGION, who calmly begins to move closer and closer, before Sidroy finally sucks it up and the two lock up in the center of the ring in a test of strength, fingers interlocked on each hand. LEGION drives his shoulder into Covington's attempting to force him down. Sid's knees buckle but he doesn't drop, instead pushing back with the two jockeying for position until LEGION breaks the lockup and gets a waistlock instead, before moving that around into a reverse waistlock. LEGION forces Sidroy down to his hands and knees and attempts to hook his arm for something, but Covington won't let him. LEGION then tries for a sleeper, but when he does, Sidroy grabs the fingers and slowly bends them, then the wrist, which forces his opponent to get up to alleviate the pressure. Sidroy drops down and attempts to grab the legs, but LEGION moves out of the way and tries to grab the waistlock again but Sid spins out of it and the two both get up and stare each other down, right back where they started.

Mary DeSue: This is...not how I expected this to go.

Arthur La Forge: They’re both technicians and this is the technical belt. I suspect they’re trying to prove their wrestling acumen.

Mary DeSue: I don’t hate it...it’s just different.

The two begin to stand off again, with Sidroy and LEGION both attempting to nail strikes. Sid kicks the inner thigh of his opponent while LEGION hits a quick jab, which Sidroy returns. LEGION hits a thigh kick of his own, so Sid tries for some punches and LEGION wraps his hands around the head to stop it. That only gets him some kidney shots, so he traps one of the arms in a head and arm lock, before bringing his knee up with strikes to the body of Covington. He then gets a headlock takedown, but Sidroy gets a headscissors. LEGION grabs at the boot of Sidroy and twists his ankle, forcing him onto his stomach and then grabbing both legs into a cross-legged STF! Sid crawls military style, with LEGION on his back and wraps both arms around the bottom rope, forcing a break. Both men get up again, and this time Sid seems disturbed that LEGION gained the advantage.

Arthur La Forge: Even grappling it seems that LEGION knows what he’s doing. Sidroy has his work cut out for him.

Mary DeSue: At least he was able to get to the ropes, but yeah, Sid’s got an uphill battle.

They come out again and LEGION dives for the legs, but Sidroy drops down to prevent him from gaining a submission again. LEGION doggedly tries to grip on the leg but Covington pulls it free and moves around LEGION to stop it from getting grabbed again. LEGION gets back to his feet as Covington tests the waters with kicks to the legs, not enough to hurt as LEGION goes to grab them each time. LEGION then motions for another test of strength and as Sid looks up to oblige, LEGION drops down and sweeps the legs, grabs the ankle then locks in the STF again!

Arthur La Forge: We might have a winner right here!

Mary DeSue: No way does Sidroy tap out this early!

LEGION cranks on the hold, with Sidroy attempting to throw back elbows to get out of it. His elbows and attempts to rise to his feet allow him to slip his leg out and move to a seated position, but LEGION is still cranking at his neck. Covington throws his head back to headbutt LEGION, who moves out of the way but loosens his grip, allowing Sid to spin out, move around onto LEGION's back and then as they get up, he grabs him around the waist and dips back with a snap back suplex and gets a quick cover with his forearm in the face of LEGION.

ONE!

TWO!

LEGION throws a shoulder up.

Arthur La Forge: Sidroy Covington gets the first nearfall of the match, dumping LEGION on his head and neck.

Mary DeSue: Just a rough landing. Yeesh.

Arthur La Forge: And now Sidroy has the decided advantage for the first time, let’s see what he does with it.

LEGION then reaches up and locks his arm around the arm of Sidroy, and attempts to latch onto the other but Covington won't let him. Sid pulls the arm free and LEGION lifts up the legs to prevent Sid from driving down strikes, so Sid simply grabs the leg and drops back with a heel hook! LEGION pushes himself up to a knee and jerks the leg free before spinning around and grabbing the ankle of Sidroy, looking to apply something of his own. He then moves into a mount and slides down into a sitting head-and-arm choke on Sidroy! Covington panics, but only briefly, as he reaches up and hooks his free arm around the head of LEGION as he tried to adjust his position, flipping the two over so that Covington now has the head-and-lock choke on LEGION!

Mary DeSue: Yeah! Go Siddy!

Arthur La Forge: It would be a...astounding feat if Sidroy can make LEGION submit here!

Mary DeSue: Or maybe he’ll just choke him out!

LEGION reaches up to grab the head of Covington as Sidroy did earlier, but Covington grabs the arm and forces it down into LEGION's face. He then pushes himself up to his knees and releases the hold, before trying to get to his feet. LEGION reaches out and locks his arms around the leg again, pressing his shoulder to attempt to bring Sidroy back down, but Covington steps over his head and turns to face him. LEGION is still gripping the leg, getting to his feet and forcing Covington to hop up and down. Sidroy jumps up and attempts to get a rolling cross armbreaker, but LEGION thinks quickly and drops down to his knees, getting Sidroy in a surprise pinning position!

ONE!

TWO!

Sidroy kicks out and then grabs the left arm of LEGION, trying to lock in a kimura!

Arthur La Forge: Another submission attempt by Covington! He doesn’t quite have it locked in!

Mary DeSue: Can you feel it? Siddy’s gaining confidence in there!

Arthur La Forge: He’s definitely not hesitant anymore. He’s giving LEGION a fight.

LEGION changes his body position and slips out before Sidroy has the hold locked in, trying for the head and arm choke again, but Covington instead catches a leg around the throat of LEGION and pulls him back into the headscissors. LEGION spins around so that his head is on the mat and he's facing Sidroy, spinning around so they're in a piledriver position on the mat. He then grabs the knee of Covington and begins to move his body so he's facing away, and every inch he moves, he twists the knee, slowly turning it into a position it's not meant to go. Sidroy retaliates by grabbing the free arm and stretching it out, pressing down on the elbow to bend it unnaturally. Realizing he's in more immediate danger, LEGION releases the leg and uses his free arm to begin forearming Sidroy in the face until he lets go.

Mary DeSue: LEGION looks like he’s getting tired of the wrestling.

Arthur La Forge: Sidroy managed to avoid the leg submission but took some serious blows to the head as punishment.

Sidroy instead scoots his body downward and latches his arms onto the legs of LEGION, dropping him down and pulling up into a Boston crab! LEGION is too close to the ropes and the referee makes Sidroy break. This puts them where they began, although they both have aches and pains from the strikes and their limbs being pulled in different directions. Sidroy attempts a lockup, but LEGION ducks under and goes behind with the reverse waistlock. Sid grabs the arm and wrenches it, just enough to get around and get a reverse waistlock of his own. LEGION then does something unexpected, latching onto Sid's arms and running backward until they both hit the ropes and then fall through to the outside, crashing down to the floor.

Arthur La Forge: This thing has finally spilled outside, and I’m surprised!

Mary DeSue: I thought they’d just lay around grappling all night.

Arthur La Forge: That’s what I mean. But this fight can’t be contained in the ring I guess.

They both slowly get to their feet and Sidroy seems angry at LEGION for interrupting the technical wrestling exhibition, hauling off and slapping him in the face! LEGION glares at his opponent and returns fire with a throat thrust that knocks Covington back a step or two, clutching at his windpipe. Covington then hits LEGION with a knife-edge chop, with LEGION gladly giving one to Covington. The two begin to then trade punches back and forth until finally it's a slugfest, and then they grab each other's heads and begin to wail on each other, turning it into a hockey fight! The crowd erupts with cheers at the sudden change into violence!

Mary DeSue: Well that’s new!

Arthur La Forge: LEGION and Sidroy are beating the tar out of each other and the fans love it!

Mary DeSue: Just not even holding back either, you can see their faces turning red and swelling!

Sidroy gets free for a moment by jumping up with a knee strike, then an enziguri that causes LEGION to wobble and nearly fall down. Covington grabs LEGION and throws him back into the ring, waiting for him to get up before hitting him with a flurry of punches to the face again. LEGION returns fire and they're going at it again inside the ring! Sidroy breaks that up quickly with a standing headbutt to the bridge of LEGION's nose, which gives him a cut almost immediately at the top of it, perhaps breaking it. Covington then grabs the arm and attempts to pull him down into the FFB, but LEGION begins to adjust his footing and does everything he can to try to spin out of it, spinning out with Sidroy's arm straight and driving it down across his shoulder, before moving behind Covington and getting a snap dragon suplex, dumping him on his head and neck! He covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--Sidroy kicks out!

Arthur La Forge: LEGION nearly had him there!

LEGION sits up for a moment, applying a couple of fingers to his swollen nose, which has blood coming out of it and out of a small gash at the top...and then LEGION begins to laugh.

Mary DeSue: Oh hell, this seems familiar.

Arthur La Forge: LEGION seems unusually excited at the presence of blood. I’m honestly surprised Sidroy drew first blood to be honest.

Mary DeSue: He might have broken his nose!

He rolls Covington onto his back and grabs the legs, attempting to lock them up in the BLOOD EAGLE. LEǤION grabs Sid's legs and steps through the legs like a traditional sharpshooter and bends his left leg until the ankle is behind the right leg. However, instead of stepping over Covington to flip him, LEǤION flips from left-to-right, keeping the opponent in front of him. He then leans over and grabs his arms, which would allow him to apply a double chicken wing and complete the hold. But Sidroy pulls his arms forward, refusing to allow the hold to be completed. He starts to throw his fists wildly behind him, until one catches the nose of LEGION and knocks him loopy for a second. This loosens the grip and Sidroy begins to rock them both back and forth, until they roll out of the hold and he immediately pulls his legs free.

Arthur La Forge: Impressive counter from Sidroy, as he seems very aware of where to strike to get a hold to release.

Mary DeSue: I mean, don’t they say he’s a prodigy?

Arthur La Forge: I’ve heard that, yeah.

The two are up to their feet and Sidroy begins to attack LEGION with a series of European uppercuts, each one hitting the now surely broken nose, knocking LEGION silly each time. LEGION attempts to cover up and when that fails, he twists around with a back kick to the abdomen and then begins to strike viciously at the head of Sidroy with grazing elbows, seemingly for no other reason than to split him open. Eventually, it does just that, as a nasty gash is opened up right along Covington's hairline. Covington doesn't relent, however, as he jumps up and grabs the arm of LEGION, rolling down and to the ground with a cross armbreaker! However LEGION shifts his weight and moves out of it, instead getting a knee across the face of Sidroy to trap him and he then begins to attack the gash with a series of hammerfists to try and open it more and make more of Sid's blood flow.

Arthur La Forge: Oh lord, now LEGION has turned feral.

Mary DeSue: Get in the referee! He’s tearing his head open!

Covington begins to fade and it looks like the referee may have to call it, but Sidroy instead tweaks the ankle of LEGION to get it off of his head, then reaches up and headbutts him AGAIN, only serving to worsen both of their cuts, but it enables Sidroy to flip LEGION onto the mat and get into a mount, where he proceeds to attack LEGION with repeated forearms, forcing The Devil in Black to cover up! Sidroy then gets to his feet and demands that LEGION rise, as it seems the bloodied and battered Covington has forgotten how to be afraid of the Cosmic Horror. LEGION is fatigued, as is Sidroy, but he gets up to join him. Sid hits a European uppercut which might have knocked LEGION back down, if he didn't fall into the ropes. Instead he bounces off and hits a DEATH STROKE OUT OF NOWHERE! However he can't make the cover and both men are down, breathing hard and fatigued!

Arthur La Forge: LEGION hit a Death Stroke but they’ve beaten each other so badly he can’t capitalize!

Mary DeSue: If he can get up, he might.

Arthur La Forge: I don’t see the match going much longer. They got violent, extremely so, quickly.

LEGION pushes himself to his feet and grabs Sid, picking him up and hoping to hit The Doom That Came To Indianapolis. He ducks his head to lift Sidroy into the electric chair, but Sidroy hops backward, over LEGION, to avoid it, bounces off the ropes himself and jumps up into the air, hitting a double foot stomp to the back of LEGION! LEGION nearly crumbles from the impact but stays on his feet, and as Sid turns around, LEGION swings out with a haymaker to the jaw, but Sid ducks it, gets a step ahead of LEGION and hits a Pele Kick! He then turns around and jumps up...COVINGTON CAVE-IN! The move drops LEGION down and Sidroy falls not into a cover, but a mount! He's enraged and not done, and begins to rain down blows to the broken, swollen and bleeding nose of LEGION, over and over. LEGION has his hands up to block at first but slowly, they fall limp and Sid keeps raining down blows, and the referee quickly moves in and pulls him off, while CALLING FOR THE BELL!!!

Arthur La Forge: Did...did Sidroy just win by REFEREE STOPPAGE?

Mary DeSue: I think so!

Barnabus runs around the ring as fast as he is able and snatches the Wisdom Championship, as the referee raises the hand of Covington. Barnabus gets in the ring and has a microphone in hand.

Barnabus Cartwright: Ladies and gentlemen! The time has come and you have all borne witness to history! Please rise, remove your caps and join me as we enter this moment into the history books. It is my absolute honor and privilege to present you you... The Absolute of Aberdeen. The Personification of Professional Wrestling. The Teacher of Technique. The Knight of the Squared Circle. The last level of Level Up. The Warrior of Wisdom. Fourth of his name but first of his kind AND NOW...

FIRST EVER LEVEL UP WISDOM CHAMPION. PLEASE BOW AND WITNESS...

YOUR WISDOM CHAMPION, VIA REFEREE STOPPAGE - 'EVER FORTUNATE' SIDROY COVINGTON THE FOURTH!!!

The crowd actually goes crazy at the fierce battle they just witnessed, cheering the efforts of both. Sidroy and Barnabus don't bask for too long, as LEGION begins to stir and they want no more confrontation. The two leave the ring and start moving toward the back for their celebration.

Arthur La Forge: Sidroy may have won the match, but he’s not sticking around for LEGION to get revenge.

Mary DeSue: He’s smart! He doesn’t get paid to fight after the bell rings!

Arthur La Forge: And now he’s a champion! The first-ever Wisdom Champion.

LEGION gets to his feet and looks around briefly, and the lights go out. Similar to The Last of Us, it would seem that LEGION is about to make his getaway....when suddenly FLAMES ERUPT FROM THE RINGPOSTS!

Mary DeSue: What in the hell?

Arthur La Forge:: Who's that in the ring?!

The fire illuminates the ring and the lights turn back on, as LEGION has not left. Instead, standing across from him is THE MASKED GERMAN MONSTER, LORD RAAB. LEGION is exhausted by runs at him anyway, attempting the Blood Mist, but Raab sidesteps and grabs LEGION around the throat, before lifting him high up into the air and SLAMMING HIM DOWN WITH THE CHOKEINATOR! THE FORCE OF THE BLOW ACTUALLY CAVES IN THE RING!!!

Mary DeSue: OH MY GOD!

Arthur La Forge: That’s Lord Raab! He’s had success everywhere in the business! Has he signed with Level up?

Mary DeSue: Don’t we usually announce that on the Twitter?

Arthur La Forge: Well if he hasn’t, then what the hell is he doing here? Why did he target LEGION?

Pyro erupts from the turnbuckles yet again and when the flames die down, the lights shut off. When they come back on, Raab has vanished and LEGION lays in a dent in the ring, with EMTs now rushing out to attend to him.

Arthur La Forge: We've got to fix the ring and, I guess get LEGION to a hospital or something...run the commercial for Dead by Daylight!

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Magdalena Lockheart vs. Don Tirri

The fast-paced opening riff of "Ace of Spades" by Motörhead hits the PA-system and TIrri walks through the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp to look around the arena. With a big grin on his face he makes his way down the aisle, trashtalking the fans as he goes by.

Mr. Rad: This is your MAIN EVENT for the evening, folks, and it is for the FINAL BOSS CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger, from Helsinki, Finland, weighing in at 280 pounds...OLD SCHOOL COOL, DON TIRRI!

Arthur La Forge: Well this is it. Tirri practically trash talked his way into a title shot and then backed it up by going undefeated for the past three shows.

Mary DeSue: My thicc boi about to become the champion!

Arthur La Forge: He's got momentum, which I hear is important for these types of things.

Tirri rolls into the ring and runs to the ropes a few times before turning to the hard cam and throwing up the devil-horn salute with both hands.

Mr. Rad: And his opponent...

The lights in the arena go completely out and the eerie, pulsating opening of Linkin Park's 1stp Klosr pushes its way through the public announce speakers and out into the pitch. The audience is left in complete darkness, all except for the pulsating of glowing green lights at the stage and around the ramp arena, all appearing as though they're traveling towards the curtain and upward to the tron screen.

Mr. Rad: Standing at five feet three inches tall, and weighing in at one-hundred and eleven pounds, she comes from the wrong side of heaven and apparently is here to destroy us all. She is the Dark Harbinger, Jenova's Black Legacy and our Final Boss Champion, she is the artist of destruction Magdalena Lockheart!

Soon after Maggie Magnificent emerges from behind the curtain. Lockheart steps out into the center of an indigo spotlight wearing a long black cloak. For a moment she stands at the top of the stage and briefly looks up to reveal her face. The ramp in front of her is consumed by shadows and fog. Jenova steps down the ramp in rhythm with the music and turns toward the hard-camera side of the ring.

Maggie walks around the ring with the same structured pace, moving all of the way to the southeast ringpost before pulling herself up onto the ring apron. She centers herself on the apron and stands facing the crowd.

Lockheart grabs her cloak with both hands and as the hard riff kicks in, she pulls her cloak open. Another indigo spotlight shines straight down on her as chilled fog rains down from the ceiling and onto the crowd. She pauses for a few moments before entering the ring.

Mary DeSue: She seems angry.

Arthur La Forge: Tirri has put her through a lot and has unlocked something. I've heard rumors about her vicious side.

Mary DeSue: It's not going to matter! We're crowning a new champion tonight! The era of thiccness!

The bell rings and the two fighters from two completely different eras of wrestling begin to circle each other. Maggie has taken on a boxer's stance, but that changes when Tirri lunges in for the grapple and she quickly dodges and goes behind with a reverse waistlock. Tirri breaks the hold, demonstrating the size difference, before applying a wristlock with a smug look on his face. Lockheart reaches for the ropes and Tirri yanks her back, but it seems that's what she wanted as she moves with the pull and cartwheels out of the hold, applying a wristlock herself. For good measure she begins to kick at the thighs of Tirri, and finally he moves to grab the ropes and force a break.

Mary DeSue: Leave those thighs alone!

Arthur La Forge: Your thirst for Tirri is...unreal.

Mary DeSue: I have a type, okay?

Lockheart breaks when told to, but only long enough for Tirri to get out of the ropes. She then quickly hits a toe kick to the abdomen before turning her back to Don, then dropping backward with a pele kick that catches him right in the temple. Tirri is enraged as he holds the side of his head and charges at Lockheart, who simply drops down and pulls the rope with her, causing Tirri's momentum to force him through the ropes to the outside. She runs off the opposite side and dives out for a tope suicida...only to get caught! Tirri then hoists Maggie up into a powerbomb position and turns around, looking to slam her on the floor, but she wiggles free and onto the apron. Tirri turns around and swipes at her but she jumps over his arm, turns around and catches him on the way back with a PK kick! With Tirri dazed, Maggie runs and leaps off the apron onto Tirri with a Sector 7 Press!

Arthur La Forge: The champion is taking the fight to the challenger here

Mary DeSue: She said she was going to make him earn it, didn’t she?

Arthur La Forge: That she did. Looks like she’s living up to that promise.

The referee forces Lockheart back into the ring and she waits for Tirri, demanding he get in and join her. Tirri takes as much of the count as he can but finally gets in, only to be greeted by Lockheart who climbs into a mount and begins to rain down blows to the face of her challenger. Tirri shoves her aside and moves away to try and regain his composure in the corner. But as he picks himself up, Maggie comes running in and catches him with a leaping forearm! She runs the length of the ring and back to hit another one. She runs back to her corner, then charges in for her third, only for Tirri catch her in mid-air and SPIKE her on her neck and head with an STO!

Arthur La Forge: And with one move Tirri shifts the momentum. We know Lockheart’s got a history of head injuries.

Mary DeSue: Yeah, I heard some rumors it’s worse than she’s letting on.


Arthur La Forge: I’d rather not air rumors on the show if it’s all the same to you.

Mary DeSue: Oh well, Tirri’s gonna make them worse now anyway.

Lockheart came down so hard that she flipped backward onto her stomach, so the referee checks on her, but Tirri will have none of that. He shoves the ref aside and stomps down hard on her spine. He then lifts her to her feet and absorbs some blows to the midsection before executing a knee lift to the ribs that puts her back down. He lifts her up again and lets her stand for a moment before putting all of his strength behind a single forearm to the jaw that snaps her head back and causes her to collapse to the ground. Tirri doesn't seem satisfied, however, and lifts Lockheart up again, forcing her into the corner before he hits another debilitating forearm. The only reason she doesn't fall this time is that the corner is supporting her weight.

Arthur La Forge: Don Tirri is putting some malice behind those strikes. He’s had some sort of problem with Maggie and he’s showing it here.

Mary DeSue: Yeah, his problem is that she’s got the belt he wants.

Arthur La Forge: I think it’s more than that.

Tirri grabs Maggie by the head and looks behind him, before just tossing all 111 pounds of her halfway across the ring with a biel! Lockheart rolls out to the apron, gingerly, to gain a breather before rolling back in and pulling herself up in the corner. That proves to be a mistake, as Tirri comes running in and smashes her with his own body weight against the turnbuckle. He then ties her arms up in the ropes and begins to headbutt her! Maggie escapes the barrage by kicking her feet up, connecting the toe of her boot with his chin and using the momentum to flip back over the top rope to the apron. He moves over to grab her and so she leaps up and connects with an enziguri kick, knocking him to a knee. She pulls his head between the ropes and steps back on the apron before rushing forward and jumping up, connecting with a knee drop to the back of Tirri's head! He slumps back into the ring and she dives inside to cover!

One!

Two!

No! Tirri throws his shoulder up after the first pinfall attempt of the match.

Arthur La Forge: Maggie scores a two count as the momentum has shifted back into her favor.

Mary DeSue: Tirri will come back. He’s my pick!

As Tirri pushes himself up to his knees, Maggie begins to kick at him before unleashing a series of mid-kicks to the chest. She goes for a headkick but Tirri catches the leg, then drives the point of his elbow into her thigh! With Maggie trying to regain her footing, Tirri spins around and connects with a discus clothesline! Now Tirri covers...

One!

Two!

Th..No! Now Maggie kicks out!

Arthur La Forge: And just like that, the momentum shifts again but Lockheart is still champion for now.

Mary DeSue: Yeah, FOR NOW. How many of those hard shots you think she can take?

Arthur La Forge: I think she proved at The Last of Us she can take a great deal of punishment.

Tirri doesn't seem upset yet, as though he knew he wouldn't put her away this quickly. He grabs her by the back of the neck and pulls her to her feet, but she breaks his grip and explodes with a burst of attacks! Jabs, an uppercut, a spinning back elbow and then a roaring elbow to complete Beat Rush! But that's not all, as Tirri lunges with a right hand and she ducks, runs and bounces off the ropes, then leaps up into the air to hit a leaping V-Trigger, which she calls Entropy Blade! Tirri is knocked loopy and drops to a knee, so she runs off the ropes and goes for another one, but he lunges out with one last gasp and flattens her with another lariat! Both fighters are now down!

Arthur La Forge: That’s been the pattern all match. Maggie hits Tirri with multiple shots to get the advantage but it only takes Tirri one to get it back. The size difference cannot be overstated.

Mary DeSue: He was out of it and he STILL laid her out!

Arthur La Forge: Yes, but it’s not over yet.

The two push themselves up and Tirri swings for the fences again, but Lockheart is able to duck, then hits a step-up enziguri! With Tirri dazed, she is able to use his body weight against him with a judo hip toss! She maintains wrist control and then dives down to lock on Perfect Dark, a crossface! Tirri won't allow it to be put on for long, as he grabs her leg and rolls backward into a pinning attempt! Lockheart won't even let it be a one count as she releases and rolls backward to her feet, before bouncing off the ropes baseball sliding into Tirri's face! She tries for a cover of her own!

One!

Two!

Th--Tirri throws his arm up! It's not over yet!

Arthur La Forge: I dont’ think I’ve ever seen a baseball slide used that way before.

Mary DeSue: If she had cleats on, she coulda killed him!

Arthur La Forge: Calm down Mary, it’s not that serious.

Lockheart is relentless, she grabs the arm and tries for Perfect Dark again, but Tirri spins around to his feet and traps the arm, then the other, and proceeds to deliver the 'Morning After', a series of trapped headbutts! Each one seems to take more and more of the fight out of the champion, which enables Tirri to lift her up, popping her up into the air and catching her on the way down with a Samoan drop! He doesn't stop there, as he lifts her up and flings her backwards with the 'Sack of Shit' fallaway slam, letting the champion know exactly what he thinks of her! With the two high-impact moves in a row, Tirri goes for the cover!

One!

Two!

Lockheart gets a foot on the ropes and Tirri tries to block the referee's view..

Three...NO! The referee is able to see it this time! He waves it off and the match continues!

Mary DeSue: We have a new champion!

Arthur La Forge: WE DO NOT! Tirri tried to block the ref’s view to get a cheap win again and he got caught!

Mary DeSue: Foot on the rope shouldn’t even count! What a cheap way out!

Arthur La Forge: That doesn’t even make sense.

Mary DeSue: YOUR FACE DOESN’T MAKE SENSE.

Don Tirri is now beside himself. He gets up in the referee's face and said that he had the pin, but the referee points out that the foot was on the ropes. He scowls and turns his attention back to Lockheart, who is still laying in the same position, foot in the ropes. He grabs the other leg and drags her to the center of the ring. He then moves to the corner and climbs to the second rope, glancing back and reminding the audience that the match is OVER. He then dives off for an Old School Elbow...AND IT CONNECTS. There's no ropes to break the fall this time as Tirri makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR...NO!!!! Lockheart just manages to get a shoulder off the canvas! There's no more than a couple of inches but it's enough! Tirri pounds the mat in frustration!

Arthur La Forge: Tirri is livid! The belt is in his grasp and Maggie will not let him have it!

Mary DeSue: Well she should!

He crouches in the corner now, pulling at his hair and demanding that Lockheart get to her feet. Tirri has one more big move in his arsenal. Lockheart pushes herself up, on spaghetti legs, and Tirri rushes in for THE BOOT, but Lockheart has experience dodging boots and manages to baseball slide underneath the extended leg! She then whips around sweeping calf kick, knocking him down to his knees! She runs and charges at him for something, only for Tirri to try to pop her up into the air again, and she reverses in mid-air with METEORA! After she lands she begins to hit a series of knees to the top of Tirri's head, over and over relentlessly, trying to KO her challenger. When she's satisfied, she uses her entire body weight to roll Tirri onto his back and pins…

ONE!

TWO!

THRE...NO! Tirri rolls his shoulder up!

Mary DeSue: I can’t look, did he lose?

Arthur La Forge: No, Tirri kicked out. Barely, but he did it.

Mary DeSue: Oh, good. Good.

Arthur La Forge: Lockheart is very aggressive right now, and she seems ready to end it!

Lockheart seems to have found some respect for her opponent, as she motions in the air that she's going to try something off the top! She moves to the corner with her back to Tirri, climbing up to the top, as though she wants a moonsault...but Tirri suddenly surprises her by getting to his feet and staggering over with a forearm to the back. He sticks his head underneath her and walks backward so that she's now on top of his shoulders, as it seems he might try for an electric chair...but before he can, Lockheart flips backwards with a poisonrana, something she's never done in Level Up before! Tirri lands on the top of his head! He flips back up onto his knees, clearly out of it and punching at shadows. But Lockheart is already up to her feet and charges in with an ENTROPY BLADE! She hits him with the full force of it, nearly collapsing him backward!

Mary DeSue: OH MY GOD!

Arthur La Forge: Magdalena Lockheart threw her entire body weight into that move and all of it went right into the head of Tirri!

Tirri falls forward and pushes himself up to his hands and knees, moving toward the ropes, only for Lockheart to come in and hit ANOTHER ENTROPY BLADE! This one connects flush to his orbital bone! He's slumped against the ropes, offering little resistance, so Lockheart rushes to the other side, then runs back and hits ANOTHER ENTROPY BLADE...but NO! Tirri falls down out of the way, then rises behind her, applying a REAR NAKED CHOKE! It seems he's running on instinct as he has half of the 'Daddy's Chokeout' applied. He doesn't have the hold completely in, but he has the choke in tight, regardless!

Mary DeSue: YES. CHOKE HER, DADDY.

Arthur La Forge: Uh, Mary? We’re live.

Mary DeSue: I don’t care, Tirri needs to win this!

Arthur La Forge: I was more referring to your thirst.

He squeezes, but Lockheart rushes forward and walks up the ropes flipping behind him! She kicks at his calf and forces him down to a knee, then dashes forward with a ENTROPY BLADE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! Tirri has no way to block and simply slumps forward, just barely pushing himself off the mat and trying to stay in it. Lockheart takes a few steps back then leaps up into the air for BLACK! LEGACY! After repeated shots to the head, Tirri's face is now stomped into the canvas! Lockheart pushes him over....

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEE!!!!

Mr. Rad: What a fight! But your winner....and STILL the FINAL BOSS CHAMPION......MAGDALENA LOCKHEART!!!

Mary DeSue: DAMN IT!

Arthur La Forge: Maggie did it! She’s still the champion!

Mary DeSue: Yes, I heard the robot say it.

Arthur La Forge: Gotta give respect to Don Tirri though, he put up one hell of a fight and it took a crazy amount of offense to put him down.

Mary DeSue: Almost doesn’t count in wrestling. I’m very sad.

Arthur La Forge: With that, we are out of time, see you on May 25 for EXP 7!

Lockheart is handed her belt and drops to her knees in the ring in exhaustion, clutching it to her chest. That is the image the show fades out on…