Dead by Daylight Results - July 6, 2021 (Indianapolis, IN)

Pyro blasts around the Indiana Farmers Coliseum for the final show of Level Up’s residency there, Dead by Daylight. After this, the company will go on tour. Even still, the arena is at 100% capacity with a sold out crowd cheering the company that started out with a small audience and has now grown to be the pride of the Midwest.

Mr. Rad boots up on the video wall and seems dressed in full 80s punk regalia, looking like he stepped off the set of Return of the Living Dead.

Mr. Rad: DO YA WANNA PARTY?! WELCOME HUMANS TO DEAD BY DAYLIGHT!

Lighting effects flash in the arena and Rad starts laughing like a horror host, before the camera cuts to Arthur La Forge and Mary DeSue at ringside. Arthur is dressed up like Gomez Addams and, our cosplay queen herself, Mary DeSue is dressed up as Morrigan from Darkstalkers.

Arthur La Forge: Well it looks like we’re in for The Long Halloween here as spooky season comes early!

Mary DeSue: And apparently we’re having the most violent show of the year too...barbed wire, random match stipulations, a match in a damn GRAVEYARD?!

Arthur La Forge: Yeah, just the usual craziness you’d expect from Level Up Wrestling at this point. It all caps off with the first-ever BLOODWEB match, which is likely to leave all three combatants contributing their own blood sacrifices before the night is done.

Mary DeSue: Any chance we can hang Bert from a hook?

Arthur La Forge: Don’t give Ricci any ideas.

Mary DeSue: Well let’s get to the first match then! Party pooper!

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Chef Andre Poêlon vs. Ahyma

Frantic metal melodies give way to an urgently familiar guitar riff—your childhood remixed as A metal cover of Disney’s “Be Our Guest” begins to play, and Chef Andre steps forward, his famous frying pan held triumphantly aloft. He points to his opponent and slaps the bottom of the frying pan with his palm, yelling “BE MY GUEST” in time with the music.

Mr. Rad: Humans! Your opening contest at Dead by Daylight is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, from Paris, France, weighing in at 196 pounds, ANDRE POELON!

Arthur La Forge: I wonder if Chef Andre is tinkering with catering at all? Because it was nicer than it usually is.

Mary DeSue: I don’t know about that, but I did order some McDonalds through DoorDash!

Arthur La Forge: You’d better hope he doesn’t knock out the driver on principle when they arrive.

The lighting in the arena switches over to a light shade of blue as the uplifting tune of “Fighter” by Mika Nakashima begins to play, the fans looking on in anticipation while already showing their support vocally. As the spoken intro gives way to the beat kicking in, the cheers grow louder and Ahmya makes her way out onto the stage, clad in her chosen gear for the match, currently cloaked by her gorgeous ring coat. The young woman takes in a moment to soak in the adulation before heading down to the ring, a determined smile on her face. As she reached the apron, Ahmya gave it a gentle couple taps before hopping up and stepping towards the closest turnbuckle to her right. Right on cue with the chorus kicking in, the mysterious young woman climbs up, taking a seat on the top turnbuckle, her gaze focused on the masses who continue to cheer her on. Soon after giving a quick wink, she hops down, now entering the ring and giving a bow of respect in the middle before removing her coat and handing it to the ring attendant. With her mind on the upcoming task, she flashes one final smile, this one filled with confidence, as the lighting returns to normal and her music fades to silence.

Mr. Rad: And his opponent, also making her debut, from Kanagawa, Japan, weighing in at 120 pounds...AHMYA!!!

Mary DeSue: Okay, I immediately have a problem with her and I’ll tell you why.

Arthur La Forge: Is it because she’s an item with Bert McAlroy?

Mary DeSue: SHE IS?! I was gonna say it’s because she’s too nice!

Arthur La Forge: Yeah, she is.

Mary DeSue: Well now I definitely hate her. HATE. HER.

Ahmya and Andre begin to circle one another in the ring. Ahmya offers a friendly first bump that the rookie chef indulges in with a half sneer. The two lock up and Andre instantly has a power advantage as he begins driving Ahmya to the nearest corner but at the last second, her veteran instincts kick in and she suddenly breaks the lock up and slings Andre end over end into the turnbuckle post with an arm drag!

Arthur La Forge: Ahmya has a little more experience in this business than the Chef and she’s making him pay for it.

Mary DeSue: I hope he serves her up al fresco!

Arthur La Forge: You are aware that means “eating outside”, right?

Mary DeSue: ….SHUT UP!

Ahmya follows this up by bouncing off the ropes and nailing Andre in the side of the head with a baseball slide dropkick! The chef falls awkwardly out of the corner, favoring his face a moment as Ahmya drags him up. Whipping him into the ropes. Andre stops himself, causing Ahmya’s dropkick to catch nothing but air and the chef wastes no time, diving in with a side headlock! He doesn’t keep it cinched in long though as Ahmya is able to make it to the ropes and force a break.

Arthur La Forge: For all of his expertise in the culinary world, Andre is still new to wrestling and right now everything he tries isn’t working in his favor.

Mary DeSue: I hope he beats her so badly she needs a BAIN-MARIE!

Arthur La Forge: That’s a hot water bath...wait. You got that right. Are you looking this stuff up on Google?

Mary DeSue: AM NOT!

Andre drags Ahmya up with him and nails a good looking suplex for how new he is to the sport.Andre gets up and follows the move up with an elbow drop. He’s not done though as he once more lifts Ahmya and whips her into a corner as hard as he can! She bounces off the turnbuckle pads before landing face down, grimacing in pain. Andrew then rushes over and lifting himself with the top rope performs a double foot stomp into the small of Ahmya’s back! He drags her from the corner and goes for the cover

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No! Ahmya gets a shoulder up and Andre is incensed “ARE YOU FUCKING DULL?! THAT WAS TROIS!” he screams at a shocked, bewildered, and terrified Ref Kirby. “FUCKING DONKEY”

Arthur La Forge: Well there’s something you don’t see every day.

Mary DeSue: You know, I always did think Kirby looked like a donkey.

Andre lifts Ahmya up by her hair and puts her in position for a powerbomb. He lifts her up only to have her reverse the attempt into a hurricanrana Andre goes tumbling toward the ropes but gets up quickly, only to find Ahmya has springboarded off the ropes and nails him with a dropkick that sends him out of the ring through the ropes to the floor outside!! Andre looks dazed by the flurry but it isn’t over as he turns around, Ahmya leaps over the top rope with a suicide plancha! She takes the chef down like he would subpar kitchen practices! Ahmya rolls through, hopping to her feet and paying a humble smile to the pop her big move earned. She pulls a woozy Andre up, and goes for a short-arm clothesline but Andre blocks the attempt with his forearm and snatches her other arm! He’s got her trapped! He begins headbutting the smaller fighter with her arms trapped and unable to defend herself!

Arthur La Forge: Andre using what made him go viral, just brutal but effective blows to the head!

Mary DeSue: Use the frying pan!

Arthur La Forge: That would be a disqualification.

Mary DeSue: SMASH HER INTO PUREE!

Ahmya crumbles to a heap on the outside, a hand warily going up to hold her head as Andre stands tall over her for a second, regaining his own composure as headbutts are a two way street when it comes to the pain they inflict. After a moment he slides her into the ring under the bottom rope, following soon after. He begins stalking Ahmya as she struggles to her feet. When she’s vertical and turns to face him, he winds up and goes for THE APPETIZER..but Ahmya ducks under it! Roll up!

ONE!

TWO!

THRee--NO! ANDRE KICKS OUT!!

Arthur La Forge: Ahmya just about had him there, but give Andre credit for getting out of it!

Mary DeSue: He just confited his chances of winning!

Arthur La Forge: Are you going to be this insufferable all night or just during this match?

Mary DeSue: I’m making our show educational!

Arthur La Forge: You’re not even using the words right half the time!

Incensed, Andre is quick to go in for another attack as both fighters scramble to their feet. Ahmya scouts it using her superior experience and takes the charging Andre over with an arm drag, before locking in an arm bar! She begins yanking as hard as she can, and even takes to punting Andre in the side of the head as he struggles to reach the ropes. He does, however and instantly Ahmya breaks it before backing up and going for a standing shooting star press but Andre rolls out of the way, she eats nothing but mat! Andre hooks up her arm and quickly folds her into a La Magistral Cradle!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Mr. Rad: Here is your winner...CHEF ANDRE POELON!

Arthur La Forge: And just like that, Andre manages to eek out a win against a very game Ahmya!

Mary DeSue: Go cry on Bert’s stoned shoulder, lady!

Arthur La Forge: Ahmya was in control for a large portion of the match, to give her credit, but Andre simply surprised her.

Mary DeSue: Who knew the French chef would use a Mexican wrestling hold?

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Ragdoll vs. Boris Forstora

Mr. Rad: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...making her way to the ring first from...I think this says Jersey...okaaayyyy...She is Ragdoll!!

Lights out.

The bass begins to pump as 'Crazy' by kidneythieves begins and a single light flickers somewhere in the audience. Jaclyn Pierrot as the lyrics begin, a spotlight finds the jester in the crowd. She slowly shifts her way through, making her way to the ring as the music picks up. She will hoist herself onto the second rope, celebrating the glory that is Jacklyn.

Arthur La Forge: Well, we’ve got another spooky woman here.

Mary DeSue: Have you seen her GIFs on Twitter? I’m considering a block.

Arthur La Forge: Wait until she puts her face on you.

Mary DeSue: DON’T GIVE HER ANY IDEAS!

Mr. Rad: And her opponent...He is from Lucerne, Switzerland....

We cut backstage to see Don Tirri. Tirri spits upon hearing Switzerland. Then we cut back to a very confused Mr. Rad.

Mr. Rad: Damn glitches...He is Boris Forstora!!!

"You're the best around" by Joe Esposito starts to play as Boris walks on his one hand in a single handstand all the way down the aisle and around ring side. He jumps up on the barricade and jumps to the ring apron next flinging himself in with a front flip followed by a trio of headstand - front handsprings . After doing this the crowd does cheer...just as Ragdoll leaps over the top rope into a Suicide Cannonball into Boris!

Arthur La Forge: Boris Forstora is in the red with his win/loss record, but a win over the former Carnage Wrestling Chaos Champion should certainly help his momentum.

Mary DeSue: Wasn’t she also in their last main event? That might not be good for Boris.

The bell finally rings as Ragdoll leaps up and goes "Tah Dah!!". She then leaps up to the ring apron and then drops down with a double foot stomp and hits Boris square in the chest! She grabs Boris and tosses him under the bottom rope as she slides into the ring, laughing at the camera. She stands up and curtsies to the camera for a moment before she stomps on Boris' head as she skips over to the ropes. She waits for Boris to start to get up and then she charges forward hitting the "Button Buster"! As she lands she reaches over and grabs Boris by the nose and pulls his nose as the official tells her to break that hold...

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She let's go, but is eyeing the official who backs off real quick. She walks behind Boris and sets him up for "The Killing Joke"! She hits the Surfboard Curb Stomp on Boris and then runs to the ropes and punt kicks him in the head! She does a "It's Good" field goal, for American Football, sign. She grabs Boris by the nose and lifts him up. Kick to the gut. PUNCHLINE!! COVER!!

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THREE!!

Mr. Rad: Here is your winner...in record time no less...Ragdoll!!

Arthur La Forge: And just like that, it’s over! Ragdoll doesn’t even let Forstora get out of the opening blocks!

Mary DeSue: She treated him like a WaLuigi!

Ragdoll heads up to the top turnbuckle to celebrate her win, but then as soon as Boris starts to get up she leaps off! TOP ROPE CURBSTOMP TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! The official yells at Ragdoll after what she’s done and Ragdoll just laughs. The official checks Boris and calls for the EMT’s. We zoom in and Boris’ nose is busted and bleeding profusely from the hit. Ragdoll laughs as she rolls out of the ring as the EMT’s rush forward

Arthur La Forge: God, we might have seen the last of the Breaker...who..and I’m sorry for the pun, got broken by Ragdoll.

Mary DeSue: I snorted. What a dark sense of humor you have, Artie.

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The scene shifts to backstage, where one of the medical staff for Level Up is examining the heavily braced right knee of Nocturne. Which is kind of surprising, honestly, given that Nocturne wasn’t even scheduled to be on the card.

Doctor: Any pain on movement, Nocturne?

Nocturne: No more than normal.

Doctor: “Normal?”

Nocturne: I’ve had the ACL torn twice and the patella completely replaced, Doc. There’s going to be some pain there, no matter what. It’s just that I’m used to it in particular so I know when it gets worse.

Doctor: I’m still not sure if we should continue to clear you for—

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

This loud interruption seems to startle both the doctor and Nocturne, as a…for lack of better terms…miniature Waluigi comes into the medical room, hopping from one foot to the other while his arms wave frantically about.

Doctor: What in the world…?

Miniwah: WAAAHH! Waah-waaah-wa-Thwomp-waaaah-Weegee-waaaah-red shell!

Doctor: Come again?

Miniwah: Waaah, waaah-wa. Thwomp-waahh-waa, Weegee, waah-red shell!

Doctor: Oh for the love of, could you speak bloody English, man?

Miniwah just hops up and down even more furiously than before, and looks ready to kick the shin of the good doctor when Nocturne speaks up.

Nocturne: He’s saying you need to follow him, doc.

Doctor: You actually understand this mess?

Nocturne: Yeah. It’s not that hard. He’s trying to tell you that he found someone knocked out the next hallway over, bleeding. Sounds like…

She pauses as her brain catches up to what she was about to say.

Nocturne: …did you say “Ricci?”

Miniwah: WAAAAAHHHHH!

Doctor: …oh, hell.

The doctor grabs a small bag nearby and books it out of the door, right on the heels of Miniwah. Our intrepid cameraman is following along as well, and sure enough, in the next hallway over, the motionless form of Antonio Ricci can be seen, a small pool of blood surrounding his head. The doctor quickly drops down next to Ricci to check for vitals.

Doctor: Go and get the EMTs, STAT!

When Miniwah hesitates, the Doctor speaks again.

Doctor: I said NOW!

The camera catches Miniwah racing away, passing by a confused-looking Nocturne. The shock in her eyes is visible as she takes a step back and turns to follow the diminutive purple-clad person…likely to serve as a translator again. The camera shifts back to the doctor beginning to treat Antonio Ricci before shifting back to a view of the ringside area.


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Kylie Moore vs. Johnny Fringe

Arthur La Forge: I can’t believe what I just saw. Someone laid out Antonio Ricci backstage!

Mary DeSue: But who? And...is he gonna make the main event?

Arthur La Forge: I have no idea, but it doesn’t look good. We’ll try to keep you updated and for now, we go back to the ring for more action.


Mr. Rad: The following contest is scheduled for one fall meatbags, and the first in this contest of calamity hails from Las Vegas, Nevada...She is "The BossLady" Kylie Moore!

The lights in the arena go out and then a purple shimmer comes over the stage and ramp leading to a purple spotlight in the middle of the ring. "Venom" by Little Simz begins pumping through the PA system as Kylie Moore steps out onto the stage. She smirks as a mixture of cheers and boos echo. She walks to the ring with a purpose as she slides in the ring and the lights come up.

Arthur La Forge: Kylie Moore has been doing well for herself, two wins so far. I’ve heard rumblings she’s not happy with something in her contract though.

Mary DeSue: Well she’s still here, so maybe she’ll beat this new guy and stick around!

Mr. Rad: And her opponent...hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana...He is "The Demon of NOLA" Johnny Fringe…

The man known as “The Demon of NOLA” Johnny Fringe makes his way out onto the stage. Once he makes it to the center of the stage, “The Man” by Small Town Titans begins to play. The crowd begins to boo him as he begins walking slowly to the ring. He stops every so often, snapping his head around to glare at a kid or some heckler who tried to reach out and touch him. He finally makes it to the ring and slithers under the bottom rope like a snake, reaching the center of the ring he stops and getting his feet under him, resting there in a squatted position.

Arthur La Forge: We still dont’ know a lot about Fringe, but he is undefeated and looking to go 2-0.

Mary DeSue: He also wears that weird mask. It bothers me.

The two start off circling each other in the ring. Moore goes for a lockup, but Fringe...ducks out of the ring. He walks around the ring for a moment scratching his chin as Moore yells at him to get in the ring...

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Four...

Arthur La Forge: I would think a guy of Fringe’s size would go right for the attack but...apparently not.

Mary DeSue: He’s being smart. Nothing wrong with taking things slow.

Five...

Fringe gets back into the ring, but makes the official get between him and Moore. Moore moves to lock up and Fringe backs away to the corner and starts yelling at the offical. He motions towards Moore's boot and wants the official to check it. Moore is getting frustrated with this and complies. As the official turns his back, Fringe reaches behind him and starts to undo the turnbuckle pad rope. The official turns and says Moore doesn't have anything on her and as soon as he does that Fringe charges forward. He shoves the official aside and pokes Moore in the eye! As she backs up, Fringe punches her in the throat! Fringe quickly starts chopping Moore in the chest over and over again trying to knock the wind out of her. Toss into the ropes and followed by a chop block to Moore's knee! Fringe tells the official to go check on Moore, and while the official does this, Fringe heads over the turnbuckle pad he loosened earlier and pulls it off.

Arthur La Forge: And there we go, Fringe looking for the shortcut.

Mary DeSue: Again. Smart. Why put forth more effort than he needs to?

Moore gets up to her feet, wobbly on the leg that was chop blocked, and her arm gets grabbed by Fringe. He Irish Whips Moore into the exposed turnbuckle chest first! She hits the metal carabiner and falls back. The official questions Fringe who tells him it must have been loose from the last match. Playing innocent while the official puts the pad back on, Fringe steps onto Moore's chest with all of his weight and then gets off right before the official can see. Gasping for any air she can, Moore is struggling to breathe as Fringe reaches down and slaps her in a Dragon Sleeper. Following it up after a few moments of hitting the Dragon Sleeper into a spinning neckbreaker! Fringe slowly crawls to the corner and gets up. He waits for Moore to get back up. He is almost foaming at the mouth with excitement as he charges forward and superkicks Moore in the neck! "TPK"! Cover!!!

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Fringe gets his foot on the ropes to help elevate him to keep Moore's shoulders down.

Three!!

Mr. Rad: Here is your winner...Johnny Fringe!!

Moore starts arguing with the official as Fringe gets out of the ring. Moore yells at him as Johnny Fringe just points to his head and smiles.

Arthur La Forge: Come on! Fringe used the ropes!

Mary DeSue: Did you really expect more from someone with the word ‘DEMON’ in their nickname? Get used to it, Johnny Fringe is here to stay!

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The Faction vs. Teddy Warren & Jennifer Williams

Mr. Rad: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...making his way to the ring first, accompanied by Diamond, he is Teddy "The Lyrical One" Warren!

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 enters the ring and takes his robe off. The crowd cheers him loudly and he smirks at them. Diamond smiles clapping for her man.

Arthur La Forge: Teddy Warren has had his issues with the Faction stretching back to Combat Evolved, when they beat him and Adam Miller.

Mary DeSue: And we still havent’ seen Miller since they broke his arm!

Arthur La Forge: Which is probably why he’s hoping to get revenge tonight!

Mr. Rad: And his tag team partner, hailing from Tokyo Japan...Jennifer Williams!

"Star Wars Disco" starts to play as Jennifer Williams enters the arena. She walks down to the ring and hand off her extra attire to Diamond, as Diamond heads back up the ramp to the back. Jennifer gets into the ring and high fives Teddy as they start going over their strategy.

Arthur La Forge: Hopefully with Jennifer in his corner, Teddy can finally get that vengeance.

Mary DeSue: Or the Faction will beat them again. That group is kind of unstoppable lately, you noticed?

Mr. Rad: And their opponents...they represent "The Faction"... Give it up for Drake Wilcox and ISSAC!!!

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 are two behemoths and they begin their slow purposeful walk to the ring. Drake Wilcox and ISSAC enter the ring and stand tall holding up their fists in solidarity, as the official goes over the rules with both groups.

Arthur La Forge: We should point out that while Warren and Williams have been teaming for the past several weeks, The Faction have been a unit for far longer. So they’ll definitely have the experience edge, as well as the size advantage.

Mary DeSue: Plus they like to hurt people, so they’ll try to do that too.

Starting of for "The Faction" is ISSAC versus Warren. Warren starts off by just decking ISSAC in the stomach. Warren starts giving body shot after body shot like a prize fighter to ISSAC's ribs and abdomen while ISSAC tries to grab Warren. Warren keeps ducking, diving, bobbing, and weaving around till he gets ISSAC on the ropes. Warren grabs ISSAC and slingshots him towards the opposite side of the ring. On the bounceback from the ropes, Warren runs forward and hits a Hurricanrana on ISSAC, sending ISSAC down hard into the mat. Warren quickly grabs ISSAC's leg and drags him over to the Warren and Williams corner and tags in Williams. Warren picks up ISSAC from behind and hits the "Nut Cracker", atomic drop, on ISSAC as Williams leaps off the top rope to hit a "Jenny Go Round"! She goes for the cover...

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BREAKUP BY DRAKE WILCOX! BOOT TO THE FACE OF WILLIAMS!

Arthur La Forge: Drake doesn’t even let it get to too before he tries rearranging the looks of Jennifer Williams!

Mary DeSue: That’ll teach her to...actually all she tried to do is win but apparently that’s enough!

The official admonishes Drake, who goes back to his corner, as Williams gets up and grabs ISSAC by the head. She hits him with a Snap DDT right in front of the turnbuckle post. She goes up top and looks to be going for the "Stock Market Crash", Shooting Star Press, to finish this match off quickly. She goes up and ISSAC puts a knee up and Williams lands hard on the knee. Both are down for a moment as the official begins their count.

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ISSAC is the first to his feet, thanks to grabbing the ropes, and Williams starts crawling over to her corner to tag in Warren who is clapping his hands trying to get the fans into the action and help boost his teammate's spirits. ISSAC tags in Drake just as Williams tags in Warren. Warren charges forward and goes to hit a flying punch to the face of Drake Wilcox, but Drake drops down and rolls on the mat, showing off his agility, and leaps forward into the ropes. On the bounceback he almost takes Warren's head off with a big boot to the face. He grabs Warren by the throat and lifts him up. Double handed chokeslam! Drake gets up and see's Williams up on the top turnbuckle. She leaps off and Drake catches her in mid-air. He yells at Issac, who blind tags in as Drake walks back carrying Williams. Drake lifts up Williams into a gorilla press slam and as he drops her ISSAC leaps up and hits a "Headhunter", cutter, on Williams! They both pick up Warren and toss him into the ropes. DOUBLE POWERBOMB! Cover by ISSAC!

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THREE!!

Mr. Rad: Here are your winners...Drake Wilcox and ISSAC...THE FACTION!!!

Arthur La Forge: Teddy tried hard to get vengeance for himself and Miller but damn, you can’t teach size.

Mary DeSue: Or power! And those two big guys have a lot of both!

Williams quickly grabs Warren and they high tail it as the two behemoths stand tall and celebrate in the ring to the thunderous boos of the crowd.

Arthur La Forge: Once again I question who can stop this group, especially with the leader James Wilcox guiding them.

Mary DeSue: I think we’re just lucky no one got an arm broken again!

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We cut backstage where Level Up interviewer Lenny Brasco is standing by with a maintenance worker, apparently investigating something.

Lenny Brasco: And you positive you saw her go through this door?

He points at a closed door as he asks this.

Maintenance Worker: I'm positive, she showed up atthe arena a little over an hour ago and headed through that exact door, haven't seen her since.

Lenny Brasco: And can you tell me exactly where this door leads to?

Maintenance Worker: The basement, it's the only door in and out.

Lenny feels a chill run down his spine as he hesitantly reaches for the handle, opening it.

Lenny Brasco: I swear to God this place doesn't pay me enough money for this.

He gulps and opens the door, before heading down a stairway toward the basement. He can instantly feel a change in temperature, it was much cooler than inside the rest of the arena. There were very few places that resembled an old 1980's slasher style movie, but the basement with its flickering lights and dark dingy atmosphere was the closest he had ever seen. A strange voice chanting over and over again came from in front of him, causing him to almost second guess going any further, but with the camera crew filming behind him, he decided to push forward.

Voice: "Welcome Mrs. DeSue."

A strange hooded figure began to speak, not even turning around. In the middle of the room was a table, the emblem of a goats head in the center of it, a red liquid in a chalice sat to the side of the hooded figure. The light above the table was barely lit as it continued flickering off and on, Lenny Brasco gulps again as the hooded figure slowly turns around pulling the hood from their head. Lenny isn’t sure if he should have felt more comfortable, or more scared seeing it was Sister Sin standing in front of him.

Sister Sin: Can I offer you a drink?

Sister Sin picks up the chalice and stretches it out towards Lenny, who looks down at it, unsure as to what the contents are. It can be assumed by the satanic surrounding and the color of the cup's contents that it’s blood.

Lenny Brasco: No thank you, I know you satanic types are into drinking blood and sacrificing animals.

Sister Sin throws her head back and lets out a sinister laugh as it echoes throughout the entire basement. She lifts the chalice up to her mouth and slowly takes a sip, then places the chalice back on the table behind her.

Sister Sin: My, my, my, how you and others perceive me as a satanist. That is merely just red wine, what do you take me for some cannibalistic monster? Tisk, tisk, tisk, and here I thought you were a religious man Mr. Brasco, isn't there something in the bible about not judging others? You and the others couldn't be more wrong. Myself and the Covenant do not believe in monster or dark beings, we simply believe in the dark passenger that resides inside of us, the evil that resides in all of us."

Lenny Brasco: Then what’s with that goat? That’s not something you can buy in the Level Up shop, that’s for sure!

Sister Sin laughs again.

Sister Sin: My what little do you actually know. The goat symbolizes power, intelligence and bravery. Many assume a goat is dumb, but they are patient in their approach and develop their own plans, in the end achieving success in almost everything they do. The dark passenger inside all of us is the same, they are meticulous when they want to emerge from inside of us. But I feel Mr. Brasco, you are here for another reason.

Lenny Brasco: Yeah! We hired Bella Saint Clair to be my understudy, and no one has heard from her or seen her since your little promo. You ended it saying you always would have a soft spot, especially for your sister. I think everyone, myself included, wants answers.

Sister Sin: All will be explained in due time Lenny. I can assure you Bella is safe, no harm has come to her. It's only natural to want answers, and I can assure you that tonight at Dead by Daylight you will have answers to the questions you are looking for.

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Brandon Hendrix vs. Lord Raab

Mary DeSue: Well that was creepy. Sure glad I am working out here and didn’t have to go backstage!

Arthur La Forge: If you thought that was creepy...guess what’s happening next?

Mary DeSue: Oh no…

Arthur La Forge: Folks, we feel we should warn you. Level Up Wrestling neither condones nor approves of what you’re about to see. ‘The Messiah’ Brandon Hendrix and ‘The Masked German Monster’ Lord Raab are about to battle each other in what’s called a ‘Messiah Playground’ match. And all we can do now is throw to the footage.

{It's time… the crew…. The official…. Every staff member arrives at "his" playground. The referee and one of the cameramen walk up to the front door, both stopping a foot away from the door. They both slowly look at each other slowly before looking back at the door. The referee goes to knock, but the door opens up wide, with no one on the other side. They look at each other again.}



"You're on your own, gotta head to cemetery so I can count three and fucking leave. Don't die!"



{The referee jogs off the steps and heads to the transport cart, being driven over to the cemetery. The cameraman gulps before entering the house. He pans the camera, but is stopped when he sees "normal version" of Brandon Hendrix, who stares right into the camera before looking up in the distance.}



"..... He's here."



{Outside, the large frame of "The Masked German Monster" stands in frame, standing in the middle of the deserted road. The cameraman man zooms the camera back and and turns around and sees Brandon is gone. Lord Raab stares into the small distance at the house, unaware of his surroundings. When he finally looks around him, he sees he's surrounded by Wamer, Alex, Bailie, and Brenden. Instead of their normal voices, they all have The Messiah's voice, and they repeat the same phrase in sync:



"Feel The BURN!

Feel The BURN!

Feel The BURN!"



Lord Raab eyes rolls in the back of his head, his arms raising up slowly, with fire creating a narrow pathway to the house. When he lowers his arms, all the puppets are gone, but the voice fills the night sky. "FEEL THE BURN!" as he takes each step, slowly making his way to the house. One foot steps on the wooden step heading to the porch and the energy changes, to something so much more… darker. More evil than the feeling already was. This feeling however doesn't seem to be affecting Raab, who walks up the three steps and gets to the door of the house. Whatever froze the referee and cameraman earlier isn't enough as Lord Raab steps through the open door. The sound of singing is faintly heard, which causes Raab to examine the upstairs, before eyeing down the door that leads to the basement. Each step he takes in direction to the door, the singing gets louder and louder. Raab gets to the basement before, and he places his hand on the door. He pushes the door open, and the lights go out in the basement, the singing stops, and everything seems to be normal. Lord Raab walks down the stairs, the flickering lights and creaking wooden steps bringing another level of creepy to this already creepy situation. Lord Raab makes his way down each step, standing on the concrete floor of the basement. His head turns to the wall, eyeing down the weapons shown, along with the one weapon that remains covered up. He turns his head back straight and sees something in the flashing light. He walks over and sees a wooden coffin, laying in the back of the room.}



"Open it…. You know you want to. Face your fears."



{The slight whisper fades away as Raab walks over to the casket. He clenched a fist, grabbing the top of the coffin and swings it open, going to punch until he sees what's inside. Looking at him is a life like dummy of his twin brother, Konrad Raab, blood on the face, bruising, and a note stapled to the chest. When a closer look, it reads:

You wish you haven't fucked with me yet?


Raab lifts his head up, and a zoom out of the camera occurs with The Messiah standing behind him. His hands on his head and when Lord Raab turns around, he's met with a punch that sends him into the coffin, forcing it to be knocked over and the dummy to be rolled out onto the floor. Raab and Messiah quickly get into a slug feast until Raab grabs Brandon by the throat and spins and throws him back first into the working bench before going to town on Brandon's midsection with body shots before grabbing pliers from the working bench and uses his free hand to hold Brandon's hand down. He elbows Messiah in the head before placing the pliers around two fingers of Brandon's, and pulls them back, causing a disturbing yell from Messiah. He pulls farther back, with intent of breaking Brandon's fingers. Brandon moves his free hand around on the table before grabbing something and using it to crank Raab on the side of the head with to be let free. What turns out to be a big wrench, Brandon uses it again and strikes Raab on the same side of his head again, bringing the monster to a knee. Shaking his hand, Messiah walks behind Raab and places the wrench on his throat and pulls back, suffocating Raab. Messiah roars as Lord Raab struggles for a while before he reaches both arms back and uses his strength to lift Brandon up and rams him back first into the razor wire, getting an uncomfortable yell from Brandon. Raab uses the short moment to catch his breath before lifting Brandon back up and ramming him back first into the razor wire again before ramming him back first one more time then dropping Brandon on the floor. Raab grabs the razor wire with his bare hands, no care of cutting his hands with the wire and places it around the throat of Brandon, pulling back, forcing the wire to cut into the skin of Brandon's neck. Raab lets go, grabbing the side of his head, his fingertips covered with blood from the two shots with the wrench he suffered. He then grabs Brandon by the hair and forces him up, showing the blood trickling down his neck to his chest before throwing him back first into the wall. Raab examines the wall before grabbing a hammer and swings for the head of Brandon, who ducks and the hammer gets stuck in the wall. Brandon lifts up the razor wire and whips it, catching the sharp ends in the arm of Raab and starts dragging it down inside his skin down his arm then yanks the razor out, drawing blood down his arm. Brandon stumbles to the weapons, grabbing the steel chair and nearly wraps it around Raab leg, sending the big man down to the ground. Brandon unfolds the chair and sits down on the chair. He reaches down and runs his hand through the blood as it continues to fall down his chest before rubbing his bloody hand on his mask, leaving his own blood on his mask, watching Lord Raab get to his feet. He stands from the chair and runs, slamming into Raab, breaking the wall, bringing them into the wood and stone foundation of the house. Brandon starts punching Raab in the side of his head where he was busted open before bashing it into the stone foundation. Brandon steps back and grabs the screwdriver on the wall. Raab shakes his hand and sees Brandon lunging himself forward, driving the screwdriver at his face, causing Raab to grab Brandon's hand, stopping the end of the screwdriver from being driven into Raab's eye. He headbutts Brandon, sending him back. He picks up the screwdriver that was almost slammed into his eye and he goes to repeat the same to Brandon. Messiah gets his hand up, the screwdriver cutting deep into middle finger. Brandon fights and fights, the screwdriver edging closer and closer to his face before Raab pulls it back and slams it forward. Brandon moves and the screwdriver is slammed into the work bench. Raab turns around and spears Brandon backwards, sending him back and his head bashing off the sledgehammer. He then grabs Brandon by the throat and goes for a Chokeslam, but Brandon elbows his way out of it. He pushes Raab back into the bench and unhooks the sledgehammer from the wall. He swings and Raab gets out of the way of the swing. Raab backs up slowly to avoid being hit as Messiah follows him, swinging the hammer multiple times over. Suddenly, the light in the basement goes out, and when it comes back on, Messiah is left on the stairway alone, no sight of Lord Raab at all. Brandon looks around him, before hearing that voice Raab heard.}



"Go find him big brother. Cement your legacy."



{Brandon falls into the wall of the stairway, using a hand to hold his head, his glove saying "DESTRUCTION" on it. He lets out a bone rattling yell before marching up the steps and he drags the sledgehammer up the stairs, entering the first floor of the house. Unaware of where Raab can be, Brandon starts checking every room downstairs, no signs of Raab anywhere at all still. Brandon makes it to the front room, sledgehammer still in his grasp as he stands in the middle of the room. Suddenly a loud growl comes from upstairs, causing Hendrix to turn his head slowly to look up at the upstairs balcony looking over the front room. He turns around and slowly starts walking up the stairs. He stops by the first door, his hand going to push the door open until he hears a noise from down the hallway. He turns his head, and that door he's touching is pulled back violently and Raab grabs Brandon by the throat. He forces Hendrix to drop the hammer and lifts him up and chokeslams him over the railing, sending Brandon down through a glass table from twenty feet higher. Raab looks over the railing and sees Brandon laying on the floor unconscious. He walks down the stairs, kicking Hendrix in the head before walking back down the basement. He grabs the coffin and a chain that's hanging on the wall before eyeing down the covered up weapon. He looks past it and grabs the metal spike before dragging the chain and coffin up the stairs and to where Brandon is. He drops the coffin down before grabbing Brandon by the throat, lifting him up, showing the results of the glass table as he has cuts all over his back before Chokeslaming him into the coffin. Raab closes the lid over Brandon, wrapping the coffin with the chain, leaving ten feet of the chain laid out. He pulls the metal spike from his boot and looks down at the coffin. He them rams the spike into the top of the coffin, keeping the chain locked down. He grabs the loose part of the chain and starts to drag it across the floor, bringing it out of the house and down the steps before dragging the coffin off in the direction of the cemetery. The cameraman goes to leave but is stopped by a whisper.}



"Check the basement."



{Confused, the cameraman pans back and hurries to the basement, walking down the steps before looking around. He catches that the dummy of Konrad is sitting on the steel chair and is pointing at the wall. The camera pans around and sees the weapon that was covered, which was there when Raab entered the basement to retrieve the coffin, chain, and spike… is gone.



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The action now continues as seen up the road is Lord Raab dragging the coffin down the dirt driveway, before stopping at the entrance of the cemetery. The feeling hits Raab, but he brushes it off and drags the coffin into the cemetery, pulling up the open grave with the tombstone covered by a cloth. He sets the chain down by the coffin. He proceeds to push the coffin into the grave, standing up and slowly raises a arm up in the air, slamming his arm back down as a lighting bolt strikes inside the grave, creating a fire inside the grave. Thinking he won, Raab's body seemingly relaxes. He's cut badly, possibly concussion, and lots a good amount of b-}



"Ah…. excuse me Raab."



{Raab's eyes go wide as he turns around and sees normal version of Brandon Hendrix standing in front of him.}



"Look here… you big son of a bitch…. You will not win. You will lose to Messiah… You stupid motherfuc-"



{Raab grabs Brandon by the throat and lifts him up in the air and then chokeslams him into the firey grave. Now thinking he's finally won, Lord Raab turns around and starts to leave the cemetery, but then, a line of fire surrounds Raab and the grave, and the fire in the grave rises up to ridiculous levels, then a deep breath is heard from behind Raab. When he turns around, he sees Messiah standing at the edge of the grave holding… a huge hammer wrapped in razor wire and thumbtacks. The two monsters have another face off before running at each other. Hendrix ducks a clothesline and swings the hammer, connecting into the midsection of Lord Raab, sending him immediately down before Hendrix slams the customized hammer on his back, the razor wire and tacks slicing Raab's back in the process. He grabs Raab with one hand by the mask and drags him over to a tombstone, sitting him against the tombstone, hammer gripped in his hand.


Messiah stares down at Raab, his head twisting and turning before he yells and swings the hammer, connecting with the face of Lord Raab, shattering the tombstone as well. Brandon drops the hammer to the floor before he leans against a close by tombstone and looks at his gloved covered hand before looking at Raab. Raab starts to move again before getting up and turns to face the camera, his mask shattered from the shot as Brandon shoves his hand down Raab's threat, giving him a Mandible Claw, choking Raab as Messiah yells and yells before quickly transitioning Raab in front of him.}



"Rest in piece…. Fucker."



{He grabs ahold of Raab's wrist and pushes him backwards. Holding his wrist, he pulls Raab to him, but Raab thrusts an arm out and wraps a big German hand around Hendrix’s throat. He starts to choke Hendrix as har as he can before pulling him in himself and lifting him up in the air, dropping him face first onto the burial mound with a KillerBuster. He drops down for a cover.



ONE..



TWO..



THREE.



The referee declares Raab the winner, who raises an arm and scares him away. He gets to a standing position and begins nuding the prone body of Hendrix to the open grave, which the fire has since faded away. He uses his foot to kick Hendrix into the grave. Raab then grabs a nearby shovel and begins to furiously shovel dirt into the grave, until the Messiah is completely covered. Satisfied, Raab departs.

However the camera zooms in and Hendrix’s gloved hand rises out of the dirt, as it seems he will live to terrorize another day…}

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EA Blizzard vs. Eli Goode

Arthur La Forge: Um, can I just say...wow.

Mary DeSue: That was...that was something.

Arthur La Forge: Credit to Hendrix, he brought the mind games and the violence, but somehow Raab managed to get the quick win and get out of there.

Mary DeSue: Who knows if the thing will be over...I certainly don’t.

Arthur La Forge: Speaking of feuds that we are attempting to settle, let’s head to the ring for the next match.

”Man Who sold the world” by David Bowie hits the PA, and the crowd boos as EA Blizzard walks out, carrying his leather briefcase. This time, however, he is surrounded by a team of three lawyers. 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.

Arthur La Forge: Well, here we go with the 'Business Rules' match, which is notable in that only EAB knows exactly what a 'Business Rules' match is.

Mary DeSue: And I'm sure you got some GRAND CONSPIRACY about it.

Arthur La Forge: Why would the Developer just let this guy have his own match type without knowing anything about it? For all we know it could be a 100 on 1 handicap match!

Mary DeSue: The Developer didn't let him have anything. He made the challenge and Eli agreed. It's his own damn fault for jumping in without looking first!

Arthur La Forge: Maybe so, but Goode knows that Blizzard's getting special treatment around here, same as me.

Mary DeSue: Whatever.

The lights cut out. The arena goes completely black.

"Living on a Lie" by Tribal Ink 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.

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: Well, here we go, let's see what a 'Business Rules' match is.

Mary DeSue: Looks like a standard match to me, referee's even checking them for weapons and stuff!

Arthur La Forge: Hmm....

Eli Goode cautiously begins to circle around the much larger EA Blizzard, looking for an opening he can use to start the match. EAB moves in for a lockup and Goode reluctantly obliges given the size difference and Blizzard then backs him into the corner. The referee gets involved to separate them out of the ropes and EAB gives Goode a disrespectful slap in the face behind the referee's back, only for Goode to retaliate with a forearm...with the injured arm? Blizzard takes a step back and seems shocked, only for Goode to remove the bandages to reveal that his arm is now fully healed!

Mary DeSue: Well looks like Eli’s a liar!

Arthur La Forge: He’s just showing that he doesn’t have a weakness for EAB to exploit anymore!

Mary DeSue: That kind of thing would never get him a second interview.

Goode rushes out for a Sling Blade, only for Blizzard to sidestep and apply a basic side headlock. Blizzard tries to wrench the hold but Goode hits an elbow to the side and slips out, then jumps up and attempts to apply his own headlock, only for the bigger man to shove him forward into the ropes. As Goode comes back, EAB lifts him up for an INDUSTRY STANDARD, but Goode surprises everyone by kicking with a front dropkick and moonsaulting off of EAB and landing on his feet! Blizzard staggers backward and then stops himself, before lunging forward with a lariat. Goode ducks that and stops in his tracks, and as EAB turns around he drops down and hits him with an overhead kick!

Arthur La Forge: So far this has been all Eli, as he has a lot of anger to take out on his opponent!

Mary DeSue: For what? Existing?

Arthur La Forge: You know darn well for what!

Blizzard backs into the ropes and Goode charges forward with a chop with his now healed arm, proving just how healed it really is. He attempts an Irish Whip only for EAB to reverse it, and then he catches Goode on the way back and tosses him over the top rope. Goode catches the rope with his hands and lands on the apron, before jumping off with a forearm smash just as EAB turns around! He follows that up with a shotgun dropkick. Blizzard falls down hard and rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. Goode doesn't waste any time and follows him out, running forward and clubbing him with a forearm to the upper back. This sends EAB into the barricade and Goode follows by raining down a series of punches to the face before taking a few steps back, and as Blizzard starts to step forward he hits him with ANOTHER shotgun dropkick that propels him back first into the guardrail! He manages to get EAB back inside and climbs up top, looking for the frog splash...BUT EAB MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! Goode crashes to the mat hard and immediately begins to clutch the newly-healed arm!

Arthur La Forge: Oh no, Eli may have caught a bad break there.

Mary DeSue: Guess that arm wasn’t as healed as he thought!

Arthur La Forge: Or it’s still tender. Either way that can’t be good for Goode.

With the match finally in his favor, EAB hooks up Goode and flips him backward with a hanging vertical suplex, before going for the quick cover...

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Only two. Incensed, EAB tries again!

One!

Tw--This time Goode kicks out at one! Blizzard picks him back up and hits him with a throat chop, before hitting him with a series of targeted stomps. He picks Goode up again and knees him in the abdomen multiple times, not letting go and not letting Goode fall. He backs him up into the turnbuckle and runs in to hit a corner clothesline, then grabs Goode by the throat, and it looks like he's gonna try the Industry Standard again!

Arthur La Forge: If at first you don’t succeed…

Mary DeSue: Choke the smaller guy again!

EAB lifts Goode up with his hands around the neck, but Goode surprises him by jumping along with it and then latching his legs around the head of Blizzard, before flipping the big man over with a hurricanrana! Goode gets up and EAB follows, only for Goode to begin to fire off right hands to stagger his opponent. Blizzard shoves him off with relative ease, only for Goode to bounce off the ropes and come back and HIT A SLING BLADE! Goode then climbs up top like he wanted and JUMPS OFF WITH THE FROG SPLASH! But before he can make the cover...the bell starts ringing!?

Mary DeSue: Is that it? Did Eli win?

Arthur La Forge: I don’t think so! The referee didn’t even make a count!

Mary DeSue: Then..what?

The camera pans over to see the lawyers ringing the bell and then they confer with the referee, before one of them takes a microphone.

Lawyer: The rules of the match states that after a five-minute opening period, the wrestlers will take a MANDATORY COFFEE BREAK to prevent overworking the employees!

Arthur La Forge: A COFFEE BREAK?

Mary DeSue: Sure! You ever work in an office? They take lunch breaks and stuff all the time!

Arthur La Forge: They're WRESTLERS! Whoever heard of a coffee break in the middle of a match!?

Mary DeSue: Um, clearly that's the case in a Business Rules match, Artie!

Arthur La Forge: A little convenient, the break happened when EAB was in trouble, huh?

Blizzard has used the time that Goode has argued with the referee to roll outside, where he approaches his legal team. They offer him a nice cup of 'Joe' and Blizzard accepts it, taking his time to sip from the mug. Goode is leaning over the ropes demanding he get back into the match, but Blizzard simply smirks and enjoys his refreshment. EAB turns to his legal team and hands the mug over before getting back inside the ring. The referee looks at him and he nods, and the bell rings for the match to continue.

Arthur La Forge:Well I’m glad EAB got his refreshment but maybe now he’d like to continue the match?

Mary DeSue: Um yes, it was a break, Artie. Gosh, you’re so dense.

Enraged, Goode charges at EAB looking to hit another Sling Blade, only for dodge it, and then pulls him down into a SURPRISE MECHANIC!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--NO! Goode kicks out at the last possible moment! The two get to their feet and Goode hits a kick to the abdomen, then another forearm. Blizzard pushes him off and hits a kick punch to the face, before lifting Goode up for IT ROLLS DOWNHILL! But Goode wiggles free and falls into the GOODE NIGHT! The Gullotine choke is locked in, but Goode doesn't have the leverage he wants as EAB is still vertical! Blizzard suddenly wrenches down and then uses his size advantage and strength to launch Goode into the air with a belly to belly suplex! Goode gets up, letting adrenaline mask the pain, only to catch a BIG BOOT for his troubles! Blizzard then picks Eli up and immediately lcoks in the CRUNCH TIME BEARHUG! He ragdolls Goode and tries to force him to tap out, and Goode appears to be fading, so the referee checks his arm...

It lifts once and falls...

It lifts twice and falls...

It lifts a third time and....GOODE MANAGES TO KEEP IT UP!

Blizzard has yet to relinquish the hold and so Eli begins to fire away at him with a series of punches to the forehead, which causes Blizzard's grip to loosen and Eli locks the GOODE NIGHT BACK IN! However he doesn't hold it on long, as Blizzard charges into the nearest turnbuckle and smashes Goode back first into it, before both men fall down in a heap.

Arthur La Forge: EA Blizzard is not undefeated in Level Up, but this is certainly the first time someone of Goode’s size has pushed him this hard!

Mary DeSue: Remember what he did to Wendy House?

Arthur La Forge: I’m still trying to forget. That poor woman.

After a few moments, both men are winded and struggle to get to their feet. Blizzard swings with a haymaker that nearly knocks Goode over completely, but he just falls to his knees. Blizzard attempts to pick Goode up but while he is bent over, Goode reaches upward and pulls him down into GOODE NIGHT! Now EAB lacks the vertical base and Goode wrenches in the hold! EAB's head begins to turn red and the referee checks the big man's arm!

It lifts once and falls...

It lifts twice and falls...

It lifts three times...AND IT FALLS!!! The referee calls for the bell!

Mr. Rad. HERE IS YOUR WINNER AN...

Lawyer: OBJECTION!

Fan in the front row: I understood that reference!

Lawyer:The match is not over yet! Business Rules clearly state that wrongful termination is ILLEGAL, and you cannot FORCE your opponent to quit his job, i.e, the match! That means in this match, you CANNOT win by submission! THE MATCH CONTINUES!

Arthur La Forge: ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?

Mary DeSue: I knew that. Didn't you know that?

Arthur La Forge: GOODE HAD THE MATCH WON AND HE WAS JUST ROBBED!

Mary DeSue: Um not under Business Rules, which GOODE AGREED TO!

Arthur La Forge: And if submissions don't count, why was Blizzard trying to get one earlier? This STINKS.

Blizzard, fatigued, rolls outside to confer with the legal team. They gather in one group near the announce tables and have an impromptu 'meeting', all discussing the rules of the match. Just when it seems they have agreed upon what to do...SUDDENLY ELI GOODE COMES FLYING OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A TOPE CON HILO! HE LANDS ONTO THE ENTIRE PILE, KNOCKING EAB AND HIS LAWYERS DOWN!

Arthur La Forge: Yeah! Get ‘em, Eli!

Mary DeSue: Oh that’s not fair, his lawyers aren’t dressed to compete!

Arthur La Forge: If they want to interfere, then they should know what ramifications are!

Goode then grabs EAB and lifts him to his feet, before smashing his face into the announce desk! Goode looks out at the crowd and they cheer the fired up babyface...AND EAB GRABS THE COFFEE POT AND BREAKS IT OVER THE HEAD OF ELI GOODE! The referee calls for the bell!!!

Mr. Rad: Ladies and gentlemen...the winner by disqualification...

Suddenly a lawyer picks up a microphone and coughing, yells into it.

Lawyer: NOT SO FAST!

Mr. Rad: OH COME ON!

Lawyer: The coffee pot is office property....*cough*....therefore it is perfectly legal in the confines of this match! THE MATCH CONTINUES!

Arthur La Forge: ARE YOU..F[BLEEP]ING KIDDING ME?!

Mary DeSue: ARTIE!

Arthur La Forge: That was the second time Goode should have won! And now look at him! He's out of it and bleeding!

Indeed, Eli Goode is cut on the crown of his head by the glass of the coffee pot and is bleeding heavily. Blizzard smiles and grabs his opponent, easily depositing him inside the ring. He slides in after and makes the cover, which seems academic...

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE....

NO!!! ELI GOODE KICKS OUT RIGHT BEFORE THREE!!!


EAB gets to his feet and seems furious at the referee, but grabs Goode and hits him with a hard punch to the face. Goode is losing a lot of blood and the shot easily knocks him down into the ropes. He throws Goode with an Irish Whip and Goode comes back and ducks the lariat, only for EAB to wheel around and hit him with another big boot! Blizzard lifts Goode up to his feet and then lifts him in the air, only to bring him back down with IT ROLLS DOWNHILL!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE...NO! ELI KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Arthur La Forge: Even with all these rule changes and all the odds against him, Eli Goode is refusing to stay down!

Mary DeSue: Yeah, but all he’s doing is making EAB angrier!

Arthur La Forge: Actually he seems more calm than usual, which is almost scarier.

Mary DeSue: Like he’s about to terminate Eli’s contract!

Blizzard doesn't seem angry anymore, as Goode's kickout was a lot weaker that time. He simply gets to his feet and wraps his giant hands around the throat of Eli, hoping that third time is the charm for The Industry Standard, but as he lifts up, ELI CATCHES HIM WITH A KNEE TO THE JAW! Blizzard drops him and Eli gets a STEP UP ENZIGURI! Blizzard goes down as does Goode, both fatigued. When they finally get up, they begin to trade shots. Goode gets the better of it and backs him into the corner, where he begins to unleash a series of chops. Goode suddenly rolls outside and accosts one of the lawyers, removing a STAPLER from him! He gets back in the ring and sees EAB recovering and SMASHES THE STAPLER OVER HIS HEAD! The stapler breaks in two and EAB is ALSO BUSTED OPEN!

The referee looks at the lawyers who seem helpless!

Arthur La Forge: HAHA! Eli used "Office equipment"! It's not illegal!

Mary DeSue: I think they call that a "loophole."

Arthur La Forge: Looks like the kid's got a future in business if he wants it!

Blizzard is in a kneeling position and Goode to position him for a Goode Deal, but as he backs up, a lawyer grabs his ankle! Goode wheels around and drags the lawyer into the ring, and the referee is now distracted by the man in the ring as Goode picks the lawyer up and throttles him, before shoving him down. The referee goes to get the illegal man out of the ring, but meanwhile another lawyer has handed EAB his briefcase...AND HE SLAMS IT INTO THE HEAD OF ELI GOODE! JUST COSMETIC!

Arthur La Forge: AND NOW HE USES A BRIEFCASE?

Mary DeSue: It’s office equipment! Eli used a stapler earlier!

Arthur La Forge: Not only that, but he had his lawyers distract him!

Mary DeSue: They were litigating! That’s what lawyers do!

Goode staggers and EAB grabs him by the throat....THE INDUSTRY STANDARD! The two-handed choke bomb connects and EAB covers!

ONE!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

Mr. Rad: HERE is your winner...if I won't be interrupted again....EA BLIZZARD!

Blizzard invites the lawyers into the ring, all three of them, and they begin to shake hands for a job well done.

Arthur La Forge: Well EA Blizzard gets the win thanks to the team of Crook, Thief and Swindler.

Mary DeSue: Oh how long have you been waiting to use that one?

Arthur La Forge: Eli Goode has worked his backside off in this match to get the win and EA Blizzard stole it!

Mary DeSue: He didn’t steal anything! He won the match within the rules!

Arthur La Forge: Which he made up as he went along!

Mary DeSue: You don’t know that! You’re not a businessman!

Arthur La Forge:No but I know the smell of bullcrap when it hits my nose!

Blizzard checks his forehead and notices the blood, so he leaves the ring while the lawyers continue to talk about the win amongst themselves...only for Eli Goode, bloody and pissed off, to rise up behind them.

Mary DeSue: Uh oh...

Goode surprises the group by grabbing the smallest of the lawyers and DROPPING HIM WITH THE GOODE BYE! Another one tries to back away and slips on a piece of the stapler, landing on his backside! Goode rushes in and HITS HIM WITH THE GOODE DEAL! The third lawyer, feeling brave, lifts up EAB's briefcase and swings wildly at Goode's ribs, only for Goode to catch it! He yanks the briefcase away from the lawyer and the SMASHES IT OVER HIS HEAD! THE BRIEFCASE SPLITS IN TWO AND PAPERS FLY EVERYWHERE!

Arthur La Forge: As we can clearly see, this probably is far from over!

Mary DeSue: What a sore loser!

Arthur La Forge: Again, he had it stolen!

Mary DeSue: He agreed to Business Rules! THESE ARE BUSINESS RULES!

Arthur La Forge:Ugh, whatever. Those lawyers got what they deserved and if Eli gets his way, EAB will too soon enough.

Goode seethes in the ring amongs the decimated legal team of EA Blizzard, who has been watching from the ramp and does not seem pleased that his minions took the fall for him, even if he did win the match…

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Duncan Shepard vs. Sister Sin vs. Larry Tact vs. Don Tirri vs. James Wilcox

The face of Mr. Rad returns to the video wall as prepare for the next match.

Mr. Rad: Humans, listen up! This match is the SKELETON KEY MATCH for the POWER CHAMPIONSHIP! The match will start out as a fatal 5-way, but after the first elimination, the stipulation will change with each fall! Whoever can make it through the revolving stipulations and avoid elimination will be the FIRST EVER POWER CHAMPION!

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 waiting for the match to begin.

Mr. Rad: Introducing first, from Manhattan, New York, weighing in at 260 pounds...LARRY TACT!

Arthur La Forge: Larry Tact has found himself close to the Wisdom Championship on two occasions and now he’s in contention for the Power title. It’s only a matter of time before he claims gold and it could be tonight.

Mary DeSue: You know who I’m rooting for in this match.

Arthur La Forge: Yes, I know. We all know. You haven’t shut up about it.

It’s darkness and smoke in the arena. The music hits in total darkness. As the lyrics of Black Sabbath’s ‘The Wizard’ 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 2 behemoths stand either side of him and they begin their slow purposeful walk to the ring. Wilcox slides under the ropes and into the middle of the ring. The smaller of the 2 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 center of the ring.

Mr. Rad: Next, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 242 pounds...he is “The Wizard”, JAMES WILCOX!

Mary DeSue: Faction already won once tonight...and these jerks also beat up Tirri last show!

Arthur La Forge: Wilcox has also found himself in various title matches but he seems like he’s finally starting to put it together.

Mary DeSue: It helps when you have two giant monsters backing you up.

Arthur La Forge: And it’s not illegal if they interfere, because there’s no DQ. This could be trouble.

Blue and white lights flash around the arena. Duncan Shepard walks out onto the stage. He stops and dances like your Dad for a while before jogging down to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope. When he gets to his feet he uses his hand as a pistol and shoots it into the crowd. Once he's done a full 360 his blows the smoke from the barrel, holsters it, then pumps his fist into the air.

Mr. Rad: Next, from London, England, weighing in at 237 pounds, DUNCAN SHEPARD!

Arthur La Forge: He’s known as Duncan Ryder in other places, but here he is Commander Shepard and he’s dead set on winning the Power title.

Mary DeSue: It’s why he came to Level Up! He signed up specifically to go for this belt!

Arthur La Forge: Yeah and I think if he comes up short, it’ll be more disappointing than the ending of Mass Effect 3.

The arena goes dark creating an eerie presence as Relax by Peaches begins to play over the PA system. A small portion of the stage begins to engulf in flames as a throne chair with snakes and demonic creatures engraved into it. Two men with collars around their throats and leashes being held by Sister Sin who comfortably sits in the throne are on each side of her on their knees. Sister Sin with a devilish smile smiles as she lets go of the leashes and slowly stands to her feet making her way down the entrance ramp. As she approaches the ring she lifts herself up and slides under the bottom rope staying on her hand and knees as she slowly and seductively crawls to the center of the stage. As she stands pyrotechnics shoot from the ring posts as the lights slowly begin to light up the arena.

Mr. Rad: Next up, from Kansas City, Missouri, weighing in at 125 pounds...SISTER SIN!

Arthur La Forge: After trying to get poor Lenny Brasco to drink blood earlier...now she’s gonna try to draw some.

Mary DeSue: I can’t get a handle on her. She’s...somehow creepier than the usual weirdos we have.

Arthur La Forge: There’s definitely a special kind of darkness to her, and she could be a champion.

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. He 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 finally, from Helsinki, Finland, weighing in at 290 pounds, he is OLD SCHOOL COOL...DON TIRRI!

Mary DeSue: My THICC BOI! DON THICCI!

Arthur La Forge: Speaking of people who came close to titles, Don Tirri came a second away from dethroning Magdalena Lockheart last show.

Mary DeSue: Shenanigans!

Arthur La Forge: He’s come up short a few times for various titles and there are many who believe that it’s only a matter of time. Tonight could be that time.

Mary DeSue: It will be! You just gotta have faith!

The bells rings for the first fall, and all five combatants begin to battle it out. Well, four of the five do, as James Wilcox and Sister Sin pair off, as do Duncan Shepard and Larry Tact, while Don Tirri is pulled outside by the Faction, who have appeared from the crowd! Tirri begins to brawl with ISAAC and Drake, managing to rake the eyes of both of them to buy himself some time. In the ring, Sister Sin tosses Wilcox at the ropes but he holds on, and as she charges at him, he low-bridges her and she falls over the top. Meanwhile, Shepard avoids a lariat from Tact and catches him with a dropkick to the jaw that knocks him down and out of the ring. This leaves Shepard in the ring with Wilcox, who eyes him up.

Arthur La Forge: These two met briefly in the eight-person tag last show, but now they’re really gonna see who the best is.

Mary DeSue: Yeah while his goons beat up Donny! LEAVE HIM ALONE YOU JERKS!

Arthur La Forge: Speaking of, Tirri just found an equalizer!

Tirri has grabbed a chair and slams it into the back of ISAAC, before clocking Drake in the ribs with the top of the chair. With the Faction momentarily disposed of, Tirri attempts to finally come into the ring only for Wilcox to dropkick the knees as he's on the apron and cause him to fall back down. The distraction is perfect for Shepard, who comes up behind him and rolls him up!

One!

Two!

Th--NO! Wilcox kicks out. The Wizard immediately gets up and in the face of Shepard, who wastes no time and lunging with a forearm. Wilcox sidesteps and Tirri, who was trying to get back inside, takes the brunt of the blow. Wilcox smirks and takes advantage of the situation, hitting Tirri with an Adonis superkick! The Finn stumbles through the ropes and back out of the ring, as it seems Wilcox and the Faction are targeting him.

Mary DeSue: What the hell is Wilcox’s problem with Tirri?

Arthur La Forge: What’s Wilcox’s problem with anyone? He and his group like hurting people. Tirri just seems to be next.

Mary DeSue: Don Tirri is no Adam Miller. They’d better watch it.

Tact is back on the apron and attempts to get inside, only for Shepard to run over and forearm him back down. Wilcox charges at him and he backdrops him over the top, crashing down onto Tact! Both men are down on the floor and Shepard spots Sister Sin approaching from the other side, so he goes outside to meet her, running her down with a diving elbow drop from the apron! He rolls her back into the ring and gets in position, before running forward with the Biotic Charge, but Sin hits a jumping knee to stop that. With Shepard dazed, she gets him in a front facelock and attempts Sinister Thoughts, but Shepard begins to punch her in the ribs to force a break. Sin gets another kneelift that puts the Commander on his own knees.

Arthur La Forge: Sister Sin using knee shots like they’re going out of style, but it seems to have the intended effect.

Mary DeSue: Shepard gonna get his face re-arranged!

Arthur La Forge: If she has her way, it certainly will.

Sin runs off the ropes, but as she comes back, she takes a discus forearm! With Sister Sin stunned, Shepard hooks her up and hits a suplex! However before he can make a cover, Sin wisely rolls out to the floor to avoid possible elimination. In the ring, Tact is back and attempts to strike Shepard, but Shepard sidesteps and Tact is back on the apron. Shepard hits a dropkick to put him back on the floor, but Don Tirri has re-entered the fact and as soon as the Commander is back on his feet, Tirri grabs him and tosses him to the outside! As Shepard gets to his feet out there, Tact charges at him and hits a jumping knee lift to the jaw, laying him out!

Arthur La Forge: Well there’s another knee to Shepard.

Mary DeSue: Maybe he should use his chainsaw gun!

Arthur La Forge: That’s not...it’s...you know what, nevermind

Back in the ring, Tirri turns around and catches Wilcox coming in with a stomp to the head. He lifts him up and hits a right hand, finally getting the Wizard where he wants him. He tosses him into the ropes and lowers the head as Wilcox comes back, only to get a kick for his troubles. Wilcox runs and bounces off himself, only for Tirri to charge in and hit a knee lift to the abdomen as he turns around! He then picks Wilcox up in a fallaway slam position and turns his back toward the outside, before TOSSING HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR ONTO DRAKE WILCOX AND ISAAC WITH THE SACK OF SHIT!!!

Mary DeSue: YASSSS KING!

Arthur La Forge: That’s one way to stop the Faction from interfering, toss their leader into them!

Mary DeSue: YESSSSSSS! Can we see a replay of that? I want to see a replay!

Tact sees the vulnerable position Wilcox is in and tosses him back in the ring, where Tirri has no problem with running him face first into the nearest turnbuckle. Don Tirri continues to kick away at Wilcox in the corner while Tact joins the ring and grabs him, pulling him around and hitting him with a right hand. Wilcox stumbles out and Tact hits him with a right as well. Tact and Tirri look at each other before throwing the Wizard off the ropes and catching him with a double clothesline on the way back. Tirri then spins around and swings for THE BOOT, but Tact manages to slide underneath, get to his feet and catch "Old School Cool" with the HUMBLING! He goes for the cover!!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---NO! Tirri kicks out!

Mary DeSue: Oh my god, I almost had a heart attack.

Arthur La Forge: Wouldn’t that be a heart aTACT?

Mary DeSue: Don’t mock me! I don’t mock you when you cheer on Eli or Maggie or Bert or whoever?

Arthur La Forge: That’s literally ALL you do!

Tirri rolls out of the ring and that leaves Tact and Wilcox, and Larry picks James up and hits a simple body slam in the center of the ring. He runs off the ropes, but whatever he's attempting is blocked by Sister Sin, who picks his ankle and drags him to the outside. She then throws him chest-first into the guardrail, before grabbing him and hitting him with a BRAINBUSTER on the floor! She goes in the ring and eyes up Wilcox, hitting him with a brainbuster as well! She covers!

One!

Two!

Thr--WILCOX kicks out!

Arthur La Forge:Sister Sin is bringing the fight to the combatants and Wilcox was just able to avoid elimination.

Mary DeSue: Did we check her for like, a spellbook or something? Maybe she’s a witch!

Arthur La Forge: Well then she’s got a good fight against a Wizard, doesn’t she?

Sin forces the Wizard into the corner where she begins to kick away at him and deliver a series of knees. She then pulls him back and attempts the Sinister Thoughts, but Wilcox shoves her aside and hits an ADONIS SUPERKICK! Suddenly Duncan Shepard returns to the match and FLATTENS SISTER SIN WITH THE BIOTIC CHARGE! But before he can make any kind of a cover, she immediately rolls away and falls to the floor! Shepard curses at the lost opportunity, and Wilcox sneaks up from behind and gets the rollup!

ONE!

TWO!

Th--Shepard kicks out! Shepard rolls away and just as Wilcox starts to get to his feet, Tact runs in with a short kick to the head. Wilcox gets up in the corner and tries to regain his breath, only for Tact to charge in and hit a corner clothesline. He hits and Irish whip that sends Wilcox into the opposite corner, but as he comes in for another clothesline he's caught by Wilcox getting the boot up. Wilcox then grabs Tact and hits a spinebuster! Wilcox tries to gets to his feet but Don Tirri's got him again! He grabs him and tries to apply the Daddy's Chokeout, but Wilcox manages to slide underneath and behind him, before jumping up and hitting a neckbreaker! He then moves to a corner and motions for Tirri to get up! Wilcox rushes in for the Adonis Superkick....AND DON TIRRI CATCHES HIM WITH THE BOOT! Tirri covers!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Mr. Rad: JAMES WILCOX is now eliminated! The match progresses to the next fall, with WEAPONS NOW LEGAL!

Mary DeSue: BYE BYE JIMMY!

Arthur La Forge: And now we’re down to four, and Wilcox is NOT happy!

Wilcox gets up on the mat and, realizing he's lost, hits it in frustration. Tirri waves goodbye at him but suddenly he's pulled through the ropes by Drake Wilcox and ISAAC! The monstrous members of the Faction grab Don Tirri and HIT A DOUBLE CHOKESLAM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! Wilcox then sets his charges againt the rest of the field, as Drake grabs Tact and hits him with the GATEWAY TO HELL POWERBOMB on the floor! ISAAC grabs Shepard and hits the HEADHUNTER! Finally, Wilcox rolls out and sees Sin starting to get to her feet and throws her back first into the barricade! The Faction have laid everyone out, and they leave the ringside area in chaos!

Arthur La Forge: This is absurd! James Wilcox gets eliminated and made EVERYONE pay for it!

Mary DeSue: Boo this man! These men! BOO!

Arthur La Forge: Once someone gets to their feet we’ll get this going again...and weapons are now legal!

The crowd continue to boo the Faction as they head to the back, while Commander Shepard is grasping at the ring apron and struggling to pull himself up. Sin, who took the least amount of punishment, rolls inside and still in pain, moves over and gets a head kick to Shepard as he gets on the apron. Tact gets in and it appears he has a chair, as he comes over and drives into the back of Sin! Shepard tries to come in and Tact brings the chair down across his spine as he's halfway in the ropes! Shepard spills back into the ring and Tact covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THr--NO! The Commander kicks out! Undeterred, Tact immediately dives on Sin!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--NO She kicks out as well!!

Arthur La Forge: Tact is trying his damndest to score an elimination here.

Mary DeSue: Well they all interrupted him last show, he hasn’t been happy about that.

Arthur La Forge: Plus I think he’s just hungry for a title. He’s made that very clear.

Tirri, who has been trying to recuperate after being slammed through the table, has rolled over onto his stomach and is crawling toward the ring. He reaches under the apron and smirks when he pulls out something, but the camera can't quite pick it up. Tact sees him and reaches through the ropes to pull him in, only for Tirri to swing the object upward, revealing that it's a chain! Tirri WHIPS TACT IN THE FACE WITH IT! Tirri then slides in the ring and begins swinging the chain. He's entirely beat up as he forces himself to his feet, but he sees an opening at the moment. As Tact gets up on his hands and knees, Don Tirri begins to WHIP HIM WITH THE CHAIN! It is about as gruesome as you'd expect, as it immediately leaves bruises and welts on the back of Tact who howls in pain with each smack of the metal object hitting his skin. Tirri then wraps the chain around the neck of Tact and charges at the ropes, tossing him over with it and hanging him!! Tact gets a finger in to prevent himself from choking and tries his best to get up onto the apron, but Tirri ties the chain to the top rope and leaves him dangling! 'Old School Cool' then turns his attention back to Sister Sin, who is getting to her feet.

Mary DeSue: Ooh boy, Tirri did NOT like those things Tact said about him.

Arthur La Forge: And Tact is literally trying to avoid dying...meanwhile Sister Sin looks to be his next target!

Tirri, possibly injured back and all, grabs Sin and rams her face-first into the nearest turnbuckle. He then begins to hit her with a series of chops and punches, before irish whipping her to the other side. Tirri rushes in and Sin sidesteps, causing him to hit the turnbuckle chest-first, and she adds to the punishment with a kick to the middle of the back! Tirri drops down and Sin goes up top, leaping off with an elbow drop to the heart of the Finn! She goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

THR---TIRRI KICKS OUT!

Mary DeSue: SOMEBODY CALL AN EXORCIST! GET HER OUT OF HERE!

Arthur La Forge: Don Tirri just barely avoided elimination there, but he’s stronger than I think Sin suspected!

Mary DeSue: You might say he has the POWER of a CHAMPION!

Arthur La Forge: God that was a terrible pun.

The slams into the turnbuckle from earlier loosened the tie on Tact, who comes into the match clutching at his bruised throat, with some kind of steel pipe from under the ring in his hand! Tact swings the object at Sin who ducks it, then thrust both hands forward into this throat, taking all the fight out of him! She then grabs the pipe away from him and swings for the fences, cracking him in in the side with it! Tact doubles over and Sin tosses the pipe away, before grabbing him by the head and spinning around with SINFUL PRAYER! She gets to her feet and Shepard charges in and grabs her from behind, applying NEURAL SHOCK! But he doesn't stop there and drops backwards, hitting OVERLOAD! Shepard spins around on his feet and grabs Sin in a front facelock, then hooks the leg, as it looks like he might attempt REAPER'S BANE but Sin gets a kneelift to knock him out of it! She then desperately picks the pipe back up and swings it at Shepard's head, catching him in the temple and knocking his lights out!

Arthur La Forge: For the moment, Sister Sin stands alone!

Sister Sin walks around the ring staring down at the motionless bodies of her opponents. She smiled devilishly as she walked around them as if she was a shark circling its prey. The crowd watches in awe and disbelief at the violence they have just witnessed in the ring during the Power Championship match. Suddenly, the lights begin to flicker and the crowd gasps as Bella Saint Clair appears from backstage and makes her way down to the ring!

Arthur La Forge: I can't believe it, Bella Saint Clair hasn't been seen or heard of since Sister Sin's promo last week, and by the looks of her where ever she has been it wasn't good.

Mary DeSue: Yeah but why is she coming out here now? Doesn't seem like Sin needs the help? Plus I think she's the reason Bella looks as rough as she does.

Arthur La Forge:: Why would she hurt her own sister?

Mary DeSue: Why does ANYBODY do ANYTHING around here? This place is nuts!

Sister Sin turns to see a worn out Saint Clair slide under the bottom rope and into the ring coming just inches away from her. Her clothes were torn and dirty, her eyes have small bags under them and dark circles. Everyone watches in the ring as Bella stares at the aftermath of Sin's carnage, then back at her, the frown on her face slowly changing to a sadistic smile. Sister Sin leans in and kisses Bella's forehead before dropping to all fours and slowly crawling toward Duncan Shepard. She covers!

ONE!

TWO!

Th...right before his hand went to hit the mat for the three count Sister Sin pushes herself off of Shepard! The referee seems confused, and Sin makes that worse by licking the spot of Shepard's head that she hit with the pipe earlier!

Mary DeSue: Oh, GROSS.

Arthur La Forge: That is...I have so many questions and I don’t want answers for any of them.

Sin simply gets to her feet and informs the referee that she gives up. The referee isn't sure what to make of it, but calls for the bell as the fans let out a mixed reaction of boos and cheers. Sin and Bella exit the ring and head backstage holding hands, before they disappear. Shepard, is finally starting to get his wits about him, feels at the side of his head where Sin "marked" him and looks around in confusion.

Mr. Rad: SISTER SIN has been eliminated! The next fall will now be under FIRST BLOOD RULES! The first one to bleed is gone!

Arthur La Forge: That’s...what did we just see?

Mary DeSue:Why Shepard? Why did she just leave? Why is she so CREEPY?

Arthur La Forge: Either way, she’s eliminated now..and regardless of what happened, the record book will show it was by submission!

Mary DeSue: I tell you right now that if I went onto her FetLife, I would see nothing about submitting!

As Shepard gets to his feet, he's joined by Don Tirri and Larry Tact, neither of whom seem to be in the best of shape. Tact has obtained a chair and Tirri has his chain back, putting us in a Mexican standoff as Shepard has grabbed the pipe for defense. Tact jabs at Shepard with the chair but the Commander backs up to avoid it, and that's when Tirri swings the chain. Shepard ducks and that's when Tact jabs the edge of the chair into Shepard's ribs. He then swings it around into the shoulder of Tirri before Shepard returns fire by jabbing the end of the pipe into the gut of Tact. He then throws the pipe aside and hits Tact with the KROGAN HANDSHAKE, hoping to split him open with his own skull!

Arthur La Forge: I can’t say that’s the smartest strategy in the world but Shepard is certainly trying his hardest to win.

Mary DeSue: But apparently his head wasn’t hard enough to draw blood!

Arthur La Forge: Not yet, anyway. He might try again.

Shepard grabs at the head of Tact and begins to rain down punches on the same spot, but so far nothing. Tirri comes over and kicks Tact for good measure, and the two decide to grab him and toss him to the outside. Tirri has yet to drop the chain and so Shepard reaches down and picks up the chair. Tirri swings the chain right at Shepard's face, but the Commander brings the chair up as a shield and a loud clang is heard, but Duncan is kept safe. He then swings the chair at Tirri, who changes tactics and brings the chain down on Shepard's hand! Shepard immediately drops the chair and Tirri swings again, only for Shepard to sidestep and kick the arm of Tirri, forcing him to drop it. With no weapon, Tirri runs off the ropes and tries for THE BOOT, but Shepard baseball slides underneath it. But as soon as he pops back up Tact punches him in the face with the chain wrapped around his fist! Shepard goes down clutching at his face, but when the referee checks he's surprisingly not bleeding. Tact smirks over at Shepard before turning around and taking a CHAIR SHOT FROM DON TIRRI! Tact is out but not bleeding, so Tirri goes outside to try Shepard again. However Shepard quickly kicks at Tirri's ankle and then grabs his head, slamming it face-first into the guardrail! Tirri, however, is ALSO not bleeding.

Arthur La Forge: Multiple attempts to draw blood here and so far all of them unsuccessful.

Mary DeSue: Tirri better not or I’m not gonna be happy! AT ALL.

Shepard rolls Tirri back into the ring and joins him, while Tact follows them in. Tact tries to grab the pipe in the center of the ring but Tirri kicks him in the face to stop it. Shepard kicks the weapon away for good measure. The two decide to join forces for the moment and begin to wail on the head of Tact, hoping to draw blood. They tosses Tact into the other side of the ring and he hits the corner chest-first, before leaning on it for rest. Tirri tries to turn over by Shepard grabs him and begins to give him right hand after right hand. Even a busted lip would do but Tirri flattens him with a lariat to knock him back down! 'Old School Cool' turns his attention to Tact and charges in, only for Tact to hit a low dropkick and cause Tirri's face to hit the NOW EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE! TIRRI BOUNCES OFF AND HIS FOREHEAD IS SPLIT OPEN!!

Mary DeSue: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

Arthur La Forge: Tact must have untied the turnbuckle as soon as he hit it! Smart thinking!

Mary DeSue: I don’t know how but he CHEATED. I DEMAND A RECOUNT!

Arthur La Forge: This isnt’...

Mary DeSue: RESTART THE ENTIRE MATCH!

Mr. Rad: DON TIRRI HAS BEEN BUSTED OPEN AND HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! THE FINAL FALL WILL BE A LADDER MATCH!

And indeed, the Power Championship begins to lower from the ceiling as EMTs run out to check on Tirri. Tirri is hurt and sore, but mostly pissed off as he realizes Tact pulled a fast one on him. Meanwhile, Tact and Shepard eye each other, realizing the rules have changed on them yet again, and both men immediately leave the ring in search of ladders underneath it! They each place a ladder on the apron and slide it in, before getting in themselves. With the ladders in the ring, both fatigued men get up and lock up, hoping to get the other down long enough to climb. Amazingly, it turns into a wrestling match again, as Shepard gets a reverse waistlock before Tact picks the arm and goes behind. From there, Shepard gets an armbar on Tact, who gets a leg scissors to break. Both men get up and stare each other down again. Tact bounces off the ropes and Shepard drops down, and as Tact comes back from the other side, Shepard runs and clotheslines him out of the ring! Shepard immediately goes to grab his ladder but Tact is back inside and bullrushes him into the corner, where he begins to kick at him. He then pulls Shepard out of the corner and drops him with a short-arm clothesline, before grabbing the Commander and throwing him out of the ring himself! Tact reaches down and starts to pick up the ladder, but as he does, Shepard is automatically back in and dropkicks the ladder into his face. Shepard picks up Tact and places him on the ladder, before climbing up top and diving off with an elbow drop! Tact clutches at his ribs and his back before Shepard goes to grab his own ladder and set it up.

Arthur La Forge: I didn’t think I’d see a straight wrestling sequence to start the final fall but here we are.

Mary DeSue: And now they’re fighting for Tirri’s belt!

Arthur La Forge: It’s not...Mary, he was eliminated.

Mary DeSue: He shouldn’t have been! Who made up these rules, anyway?

Arthur La Forge: Our boss.

Mary DeSue: Yeah well, they...nevermind. JUSTICE FOR TIRRI!

Shepard immediately begins to climb, but Tact blocks out the pain and gets up to hit him with a shot to the spine, before simply grabbing his leg and yanking him off. He shoves the ladder over in disgust and begins to stomp at Shepard. Tact sets the ladder back up, hoping to climb it, but Shepard chops the leg and causes him to fall back down, hitting rungs as he does so. Shepard then grabs the other ladder and picks it up to use as a weapon, THROWING IT AT THE HEAD OF TACT! But Tact thinks fast and drops down, pulling the top rope with him and the ladder sails to the floor where thankfully it hits no one. Tact does not dodge Shepard's next attack, however, an old school polish hammer and clubs him in the face and knocks him through the ropes! Shepard grabs the first ladder and tries to set it up again!

Arthur La Forge: It’s gonna take something big to finish the match at this point, as both men are so close to the gold and neither is willing to walk away.

Mary DeSue: But they aren’t going for big moves! They’re just throwing each other out and climbing! PICK A NEW STRATEGY!

However Tact, like Shepard, refuses to let the match end yet and immediately hits him in the head with a forearm upon returning, and the ladder falls. Tact closes it up and body slams Shepard on it, before climbing up top and DIVING OFF WITH THE DIVE TO BLUE! Tact grabs at his arm while Shepard grabs at his back, both men in immense pain. Tact slowly sets the ladder back up and begins to climb it, while Shepard is trying to get to his feet and moves to the other side. It's now a race to the top, with Shepard peppering Tact with punches to get him to stop reaching for the belt. He finally hooks the head and seeing no more options, JUMPS OFF THE LADDER WITH THE REAPER'S BANE ALL THE WAY TO THE MAT!!!!

Arthur La Forge: OH MY GOD! This thing is a war of attrition!

Mary DeSue: I think Shepard just took them both out! Yep! Neither can continue! Let’s get Tirri back out here!

Arthur La Forge: Mary, let it go. Tirri’s a great wrestler. He will get more chances.

Mary DeSue: It’s not fair!

When he finally is able to stand, Shepard shoves Tact out of the ring and then turns his attention to the ladder. He hurt himself with the fall though and so he gingerly begins to climb. He's halfway up...

Two-thirds of the way...

And suddenly Tact is back in the ring with the other ladder! A clear look of pain is on his face but he refuses to stay down and he swings the ladder into the hip of Shepard, stopping his climb. Tact then opens the second ladder and starts to climb up next to Shepard, but the Commander isn't done and once Tact is up top he greets him with a KROGAN HANDSHAKE! AND ANOTHER! AND ANOTHER! Both men are split open from the impact, but it seems Tact has the worst of it...and Shepard shoves him AND THE LADDER TO THE GROUND! Shepard is all alone, and he looks up and reaches...AND PULLS DOWN THE POWER CHAMPIONSHIP!

Mr. Rad: Here is your winner and the FIRST EVER LEVEL UP WRESTLING POWER CHAMPION....DUNCAN SHEPARD!!!

Arthur La Forge: When Commander Shepard has a goal, he achieves it! He came to Level Up to be Power Champion and HE HAS DONE IT.

Mary DeSue: Yeah after trying to kill Tact TWICE.

Arthur La Forge: Nothing but credit to Tact here. He turned in the best performance in his Level Up run so far and if he continues like that, we may have a new champion sooner than later.

Mary DeSue: Shepard had to almost concuss him to get him to go down! And next time it won’t be a ladder match!

Shepard slowly climbs down with his prize and seeing Tact starting to stir again, he gives him a nod of respect before leaving the ring.

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Sidroy Covington IV vs. Jenny

“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.

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. The Wisdom Championship is wrapped around her waist.

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

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

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

Mr. Rad: This match is a SUBMISSIONS COUNT ANYWHERE match for the WISDOM CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, from Reno, Nevada, weighing in at 150 pounds...she is the Queen Machine...JENNY!

Arthur La Forge:Jenny defeated both Larry Tact and Eli Goode at Combat Evolved to get this match and she has been making Sidroy Covington pay for it ever since.

Mary DeSue: Yeah the spooky lady stole the Wisdom belt and made Siddy get mad at Barnabus! It’s ridiculous!

Arthur La Forge: Sidroy has a tendency to get vicious when angry, as we saw with LEGION, so Jenny might be signing her own death warrant tonight.

Two horns blow echoing across the arena before the fade into the horns of 'You Wish' by Skepta and two spotlights circle the entrance area. After a moment Sidroy Covington IV emerges with a smile, spreading his arms wide to present himself fully to the onlookers. He basks in his own glory for a moment before bowing, removing his embroidered towel as he does. He then slings it back of his neck, and makes his way to the ring rolling his wrists and occasionally waving to the crowd who has no interest in him, but still making sure to stay dead center of the walkway as to not allow them to be able to reach him if they so desire. He walks up the steps and holds 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 laying his towel on the top rope behind the ring pad.

Mr. Rad: And her opponent, now residing in Aberdeen, Scotland, weighing in at 215 pounds, he’s the Wisdom Champion…”EVER FORTUNATE” Sidroy Covington the Fourth!

Mary DeSue: It’s just not the same without Barnabus.

Arthur La Forge: Unfortunately, I don’t know what’s going on with that pair. Maybe Sid just needed time to cool off. But I think Barney got sacked.

Mary DeSue: Good help is so hard to find these days.

As Ref Kirby holds up the title between the two fighters, Sidroy sneers disapprovingly at Queenie and her much-too-bubbly for this situation demeanor. Kirby hands the belt off to the timekeeper who rings the bell and instantly, Sidroy and Queenie begin circling each other. Sidroy takes a more traditional approach while Queenie skips in the circle. Sidroy lunges forward, locking up with Jenny and instantly transitioning to a waistlock and taking Jenny to the mat. He wastes no time, going to apply a crossface but Jenny manages to slip his grip and roll out of the ring. Where she takes to skipping around it.

Arthur La Forge: I...what?

Mary DeSue: She is just making a mockery of this whole situation! She’s BESMIRCHING OUR CHAMPION!

Arthur La Forge: Oh no, not BESMIRCHING!

Sidroy however is having none of it as he rolls out under the bottom rope and dashes after her..only to run right into a thunderous discus elbow as Jenny spins around to face him! She keeps the assault up by slamming Sidroy’s head into the crowd barrier. She then leaps upon his back and begins to claw at Sidroy’s face and eyes! Sidroy yells out in pain but reaches back, snatching Jenny by her hair and yanking her over his shoulder, slamming her onto the guardrail and sending her into the raucous crowd!

Arthur La Forge: There’s the mean streak we talked about. Sidroy has had enough with Jenny’s games.

Mary DeSue: I am too! Do it for Barnabus, Siddy!

Sidroy steps over and begins hammering a retreating Jenny with clubbing blows. He snatches her though, and drops her with a reverse DDT! Her head slams into the concrete and instantly Jenny rolls away clutching the back of her head and kicking as she tries to push past the pain. Sidroy isn’t done though. He’s working out the frustration of being fucking robbed! He snatches the peanut man’s tray and turns back to Jenny..but she’s up! She kicks the tray up into the air, nuts fly into Sidroy’s face!!

Arthur La Forge: This is breaking down in a hurry. You’d think the submission rules favor Sidroy, but…

Mary DeSue: Jenny’s creating total chaos!

Arthur La Forge: Right. And she thrives on chaos.

And Jenny leaps up onto his shoulders..JENNYCANRANA!!! Now Sidroy lays dazed as his head spikes into the floor. Both Jenny and Sidroy take a moment, dazed and half concussed. Jenny manages to get up first and pulls Sidroy up with her before taking him back down with a swinging neckbreaker! She then goes in and applies a deep sleeper hold! Sidroy struggles as the ref confers with him but he emphatically waves the ref off, slowly standing up and lifting Jenny with him before he falls back, driving the air out of her lungs and leaving them both down in the aisle once more!!

Arthur La Forge: Jenny nearly choked the champion out but he was able to hang on.

Mary DeSue: It wasn’t even like, a submission! She was just literally choking him!

Arthur La Forge: Well, you know, falls count anywhere, no DQ, all that.

Sidroy gets up, angry now as he drags Jenny by one of her pigtails up the stairs to the second level. He lays a right hand that sends Jenny stumbling away, and into the hallway leading backstage! Sidroy follows, snatching her head and bashing it into the wall once, twice, the--NO! Jenny gets a foot up to block the attempt and nails Sidroy with a low blow!! She then gets an evil look in her eye and SNATCHES SIDROY BY HIS COVINGTONS! SHE BEGINS TO SQUEEZE AS SIDROY SCREAMS AND HOPS AROUND COMICALLY!

Mary DeSue: LET HIM GO!

Arthur La Forge: I mean, technically, that’s a submission hold!

Mary DeSue: TAP OUT SID! PRESERVE THE DYNASTY!

Arthur La Forge: I mean, I’d tap out instantly.

Ref Kirby looks horrified, pained, and confused as Jenny screams at him to do his job! Kirby asks Sidroy if he gives up only to receive a high pitched “Fuck off!” in return as Sidroy reaches out and begins gouging at Jenny’s eye with his thumb! She releases him and backs off, favoring her face as Sidroy favors himself. Enraged he snatches Jenny and launches her with a release belly to belly! She lands with a loud impact on the polished backstage floor, bouncing once and rolling away favoring her back.

Arthur La Forge: This is a knockdown, dragout fight at this point. Sid must think he’s back at a pub in England.

Mary DeSue: Do you think SIDROY COVINGTON would dare go to a hole in the wall pub? That man drinks only the finest wines!

Arthur La Forge: Well tonight he’s gonna be chewing aspirin, just like anyone else who crosses paths with Jenny.

Sidroy follows up with some rather low brow offense for the Wisdom champ. He begins putting the boots to Jenny before flipping her onto her stomach and dropping down to snatch her arm. He bends it back as far as he can, then snaps it once! Arm breaker! He snatches it again and this time lifts himself and drops a knee right onto Jenny’s elbow! She cries in pain and tries to rip the limb away but Sidroy is enraged! He locks in a deep arm bar as Jenny yells in anguish! Ref Kirby begins asking Jenny if she submits but she shakes her head vigorously.

Arthur La Forge: This is what I’m talking about. Sidroy’s area of expertise.

Mary DeSue: The problem is that I’m pretty sure Jenny likes pain! Or at least has a high tolerance for it!

Arthur La Forge:Don’t think Siddy won’t try to find her threshold.

Mary DeSue: Gross, Artie! Don’t make it sound so sleazy!

Jenny uses her free arm to push up slowly, then in an amazing feat manages to roll through the arm bar! She then snatches Sidroy’s arm herself and locks her legs..TRIANGLE CHOKE!! JENNY HAS REVERSED IT INTO A BIG TIME SUBMISSION MOVE! Sidroy tries to break Jenny’s grip but is unsuccessful! He’s tugging as best he can but the champ is fading fast! He drops down to one knee and seems to be out..Kirby lifts his arm once! It falls!!

Twice!! THE ARM DROPS DOWN!!

The--NO! SIDROY KEEPS THE ARM UP! His adrenaline surges and suddenly he lifts Jenny up off the floor and with a yell of excruciating effort, he powerbombs her onto a nearby equipment crate which forces her to break the hold and arch her back in pain! But Jenny is on the same adrenaline high as she rolls out of the way of Sidroy’s incoming elbow and bashes his face into the crate! She drives her elbow into the small of Sidroy’s back, pinning him..THEN LOWERS HIS TIGHTS AND BEGINS SPANKING HIS UNTANNED LILLY WHITE ASS!

Jenny: YOU’VE BEEN A BAD, BAD BOY SIDDY!!

Arthur La Forge: This night is just full of surprises.

Mary DeSue: I mean he’s no Thicci, but still, not bad.

Arthur La Forge: That’s it..I’m done.

Suddenly, Sidroy flips around and snatches the arm of Jenny, surprising her with his quickness and dragging her down into the FORTUNE FAVORS THE BOLD! She is fighting it with all she can, but he finally gets the arm behind his head and locks on the hold! Jenny is scratching at his arm and clawing, but finally starts slapping the floor backstage! Sidroy releases the hold, staggering away from Jenny. She holds onto her shoulder, but still rises to her feet , her eyes locked on the Champion.

Mr. Rad: Here is your winner...and STILL Wisdom Champion...Sidroy Covington IV!!!

Jenny: Goldie...

Before Jenny can even think of striking out at Sidroy, suddenly Jaclyn Pierrot sneaks up behind her, having snuck down the hallway to get to the pair! Jenny senses her and turns but Ragdoll catches her around the neck, dropping down to the ground.

Arthur La Forge: That’s Ragdoll! And she just dropped Jenny with the Punchline!!

Mary DeSue: CLOWN FIGHT!

Jaclyn rises to her feet, smugly smiling as she turns towards Sidroy. He indicates for her to continue. Queen Machine relentlessly tries to push herself upright, so she doesn't see the wild jester leaping into the air. Her foot catches the back of Jenny's neck, driving it hard into the floor.

Mary DeSue: GOODNIGHT QUEENIE!

Arthur La Forge: And now Ragdoll hits the Last Laugh! And...Sidroy is allowing it to happen? Whatever happened to respect for your opponent? He won the match!

Mary DeSue: After all she did? She’s lucky he’s not helping!

Queen Machine looks dazed, but still crawls towards the belt.

Jenny: Goldie.

Her arms are pulled back and a black boot is places against the back. Jaclyn leans in, smiling.

Jaclyn: Tag - you're it!

Though battered and bruised, Jenny smiles back. The consciousness is knocked loose of her body as Jaclyn drives the boot hard into the back to her head and into the hallway floor. Jaclyn grins proudly as she walks past Sidroy. Though he called her to action, he still looks shocked about what just took place. She opens a nearby door for him and motions him past. Jaclyn ducks under after, turning in a pirouette to give a finger wave, mouthing, 'Bye-a,' before following Sidroy up the ramp.

Arthur La Forge: I don’t even know what to say here. Apparently Ragdoll is working with Sidroy?

Mary DeSue: I guess good help ISN’T hard to find!

Arthur La Forge: I think even Sidroy is questioning his choice at this point. Let’s throw it to commercial...

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The show cuts back to the arena, back to the announce table where our team are getting set for the main event.

Arthur La Forge: Before we get to the last match of what has been an...eventful night…

Mary DeSue: That’s putting it mildly.

Arthur La Forge: We’ve learned that Antonio Ricci was taken to a medical facility and diagnosed with a concussion. They’re going to conduct more tests tomorrow morning but as of now, he is not cleared to compete tonight.

Mary DeSue: What a shame. I want to know who attacked him!

Arthur La Forge: I’m sure there will be several suspects, and no one wants to know more than Ricci, I’m sure.

Mary DeSue: I bet it was Bert.

Arthur La Forge: Mary, you can’t just throw accusations out there like that!

Mary DeSue: I’m just saying! He was PLENTY steamed that Ricci was added to the match!

Arthur La Forge: I don’t believe for a second that Bert McAlroy would do something like that and you should be ashamed you made the accusation. Let’s go to the ring.

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Magdalena Lockheart vs. Bert McAlroy

"Too Tough to Die" by Black Label Society blares forth, the fans come unglued seconds before Bert McAlroy steps out onto the stage, Taking a moment to stare out over the audience. He raises a fist in the air before taking off in a full sprint toward the ring, sliding in and instantly leaping upon the ropes to hype the crowd up. He turns his gaze toward his opponent, eyes narrowing before hopping off the ropes and discarding his hoodie. He checks his wrist tape as he awaits the bell.

Mr. Rad: This match is a BLOODWEB MATCH for the FINAL BOSS CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, from Carmel by the Sea, California, weighing in at 144 pounds...BERT MCALROY!

Arthur La Forge: Well here we go...time to decide who the top champion of our company is going to be.

Mary DeSue: Is it too late to get Tirri out here to replace Ricci?

Arthur La Forge: I’m guessing no.

Mary DeSue: Damn.

Arthur La Forge: Anyway, you have to give Bert McAlroy a lot of credit just for getting here. At our first show, he was in the opening match fighting WaLuigis. Six months later and he’s vying for our top prize against a champion that has only been pinned once.

Mary DeSue: He wouldn’t be here if he...you know what? Fine. He’s here. Good for him. The jerk.

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.

Arthur La Forge: Oh lord, she’s in Jenova mode tonight. It’s a dark place Maggie seems to go to when people push her too far.

Mary DeSue: Imagine being champion for this long and people still aren’t showing respect? I’d go dark sometimes too!

Arthur La Forge: I think everyone respects her, they just try to get under her skin as a tactic. Although we saw how well that worked at Combat Evolved.

Mary DeSue: She’s just as unkillable as Bert.

The platform is a thick metal stage fifteen feet above the ring, with a hole in the center. It's also wider than the ring, extending out past it and stopping just shy of the announce tables. Barbed wire is set up as a web, hanging from each of the four turnbuckles. Hanging along the wires that support the platform are various lightweight weapons. Both fighters, who were expecting a third, are likely grateful it's just the two of them given the circumstances. They begin to circle around the opening, and each other, before picking a side to meet and fight.

Arthur La Forge: This is going to be a very treacherous match for them, as one wrong step could send them falling either to the barbed wire...or worse.

Mary DeSue: If I end up with Bert in my lap, I will sue.

Lockheart starts the match attempting a jab to Bert, who seems to absorb it and retaliates with a sloppy right cross of his own. Lockheart catches that in the mouth but doesn't let it stop her. What does stop her is the double-leg takedown from Bert, which notably sends the pair skidding close to the edge near the floor. The crowd gasps in anticipation. Bert instinctually starts to get up when he sees how close they are to falling, but dives back for the attack and slams Lockheart's head into the platform. He gets up and paces, trying to decide what to do next. When he figures it out, he dives in but Lockheart took the breather and immediately kicks him in the shin, causing him to trip and stumble forward. Bert teeters dangerously at the edge. Maggie swings in her left leg and tries to kick him. Bert gets his arms up to block only to realize it's a feint! Lockheart plants the foot back down and swings with her right leg, right into the head of Bert McAlroy! Bert is wobbly now and it looks like he might actually fall down into the crowd!

Mary DeSue: DO A FLIP!

Arthur La Forge: Mary!

Mary DeSue: I mean, um, oh no, Bert might fall, etc etc.

Arthur La Forge: Bert is in danger right now if he doesn’t watch out!

Lockheart looks at him for a moment, then decides that no, she's not gonna end someone's career over this and pulls him back, all the way back into a Northern Lights Suplex, with a bridge!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Bert throws the shoulder up. Lockheart wastes no time and gets back up to a vertical base, pulling Bert with her. She pushes Bert back a step and then dares him forward. He lunges with a wild left and she ducks it, only to hit him with a Pele kick! Bert wobbles but doesn't fall down, swinging back with a back elbow but Lockheart ducks that too, hitting him a step-up enziguri! Bert goes down and Lockheart picks him right back up, executing two jabs, an uppercut, a spinning back elbow and attempts to finish BEAT RUSH with the spinning roaring elbow, but McAlroy ducks it and pops back up, nailing the champion with a dropkick!

Arthur La Forge: You know, I don’t think either one of these two would like to admit how much they’re alike.

Mary DeSue: That’s ridiculous! Bert doesn’t have a single tattoo!

Arthur La Forge: They’re both incredibly tough and seemingly very stubborn. This could go on all night.

McAlroy grabs Lockheart and tries for an Irish whip closer to the center, with the hole and the barbed wire below. She manages to stop herself and so he charges in, but she leapfrogs him and Bert very nearly throws himself into the barbed wire! He just barely stops himself, thankful he wore his timberlands. Lockheart suddenly comes up from behind and chucks him him forward, but Bert feels her grip and jumps in mid-throw, actually leaping ACROSS THE HOLE and catching the platform on the other side! The crowd gasps as Bert survives the attempt on his championship hopes, and scratches and claws until he climbs up onto the other side.

Arthur La Forge: I can’t believe my eyes! Lockheart tried to toss McAlroy into the barbed wire, but he just managed to survive with a leap of faith!

Mary DeSue: Who does he think he is? Indiana Jones?

Arthur La Forge: I don’t want to imagine what would have happened if he fell, but so far the fight continues!

Lockheart is already closing the ground between them, and as Bert gets up she grabs him by the head and attempts the Lockheart Liberation, but Bert pushes her off and she lands HARD on her back and the back of her head. She gets up to her feet and Bert dives in with a sliding forearm nailing the champion right in the nose! He covers!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Lockheart lifts her shoulder up, although she's clearly still shaken from the blows to the head. Bert decides to try something else and walks to one of the support wires, pulling down a singapore cane.

Arthur La Forge: Well, it was only a matter of time before the weapons came out.

Mary DeSue: And OF COURSE Bert is the first one to grab one.

Arthur La Forge: I don’t think it really matters. These two have taken an instant dislike to each other and this is how they’re gonna settle it.

Lockheart has pushed herself up to her hands and knees Bert raises the cane above his head and brings it down right on her back, resulting in a loud CRACK noise that echoes through the arena. Lockheart arches her back in pain and rolls over to prevent another blow there, only then realizing her mistake as Bert brings it down again and again, hitting any body part within his line of sight, causing welts to pop up on the tattooed body of the champion. He then lays the cane down across the body of Lockheart and shrugs his shoulders before getting as much height as he can and comes down with a splash, driving the splintered cane into both of their bodies! Bert pushes himself off and howls in pain, as does the champion, as it seems neither came out well after the move. McAlroy throws himself back on top for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Lockheart kicks out again.

Arthur La Forge: I’m not sure who got the worst of that, but either way the match continues!

Mary DeSue: Bert must have come up with the idea while smoking his inspiration.

Arthur La Forge: And he paid for it, either way.

Mary DeSue: Hopefully he pays more.

Bert yanks the cane away and tosses the pieces down into the ring. However, he's wasted too much time and Lockheart is back up, clutching at her ribs but she charges forward and hits the SECTOR 7 PRESS! She follows that up with a series of fists to the face of McAlroy, clearly frustrated and angry with him. She gets up and yells out at the crowd, who cheer back in approval of the action. Bert gets up slowly and shoves at Lockheart, who takes a step back before running forward and catching up him with a SURPRISE METEORA! She stays in place as she does, with her weight on his shoulders, hooking the leg!

ONE!

TWO!!

THR--NO! Bert kicks out!

Arthur La Forge: Like I said, he’s resilient as well! And he’s proving it right now.

Mary DeSue: I bet the champ makes him pay for it too! Beat some respect into him!

Arthur La Forge:I’m sure she’s THRILLED you’re taking her side.

Mary DeSue: Who wouldn’t be?

Lockheart decides it's her turn to get a weapon, so she reaches toward the support wire and pulls down several objects, including a nightstick, a small bag and handcuffs. She holds onto the bag and walks along towards Bert, opening it up and pouring thumbtacks along the platform. She then pours a few in her hand and once Bert has made it to her feet, gives him a TACK-ASSISTED SLAP TO THE FACE! Bert stumbles, clawing at the tacks to get them away, but there are several stuck in his cheek. He turns his head back around and Lockheart baseball slides beside him before whipping around and getting a sweeping calf kick that trips McAlroy and causes him to fall backwards into the tacks!!! Lockheart then rolls up to her feet and moves toward him, picking up a pile of thumbtacks and dropping them down on his chest and abdomen. Lockheart then leaps up as high as she can before extending her legs downward and HITTING HIM WITH A DOUBLE FOOT STOMP! THE TACKS GO INTO MCALROY AS DO THE FEET OF THE CHAMPION! Lockheart jumps down onto him with a cover!!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--NO! SOMEHOW MCALROY KICKS OUT!

Arthur La Forge: My word...this thing is intensely violent and nobody’s even fallen into the barbed wire!

Mary DeSue: ...yet.

Arthur La Forge: Hopefully not ever but yeah...it might be inevitable.

While Lockheart was frustrated earlier, now she seems to have succumbed to a coldness and Bert's kickout doesn't seem to bother her. She gets up and calmly picks him up, getting his face into a cravat and hoping to drive it down with a Lockheart Liberation into the tacks. Bert realizes what's happening and immediately drops to his knees, before clumsily rolling backward and back up. He then jumps forward and hooks the head of Lockheart, DRIVING HER FACE FIRST INTO THE TACKS WITH A BULLDOG! Bert scoots away to recover for a moment and Lokcheart pushes herself into a kneeling position, revealing that she has several, several new piercings to go with her tattoos. McAlroy takes a step back and NAILS LOCKHEART WITH THE BONG WATER! She's kicked so hard she flops backward with her knees still bent up underneath her! Bert jumps down with a pin, knowing that she can't kick out!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THRE...THE CHAMPION GETS HER SHOULDER UP! BARELY, BUT SHE DOES IT!

Arthur La Forge: Bert hit his superkick, stacked her up and somehow Maggie kicked out!

Mary DeSue: I mean he’s a buck fifty soaking wet?

Arthur La Forge: These two are learning a lot about each other tonight.

Mary DeSue: I’m learning how to keep my lunch down every time he kicks out.

McAlroy gets up and slams a fist into the platform, as he thought for sure he had it. He gets to his feet and warily eyes the barbed wire below, then looks at the champion. As she gets to her hands and knees he charges forward with the Bong Water again, but she manages to duck it! McAlroy stumbles forward and Lockheart clips the leg for good measure, causing him to fall and skid along the platform with his face! He gets up and has a scraped forehead, as well as a busted lip. Lockheart scrambles to her feet and charges at the dazed McAlroy, hitting him with the ENTROPY BLADE! She falls down into a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--NO! Bert is the one to barely get his shoulder up in time!

Arthur La Forge: The champion with that knee to the face that rocked the challenger, but he still manages to avoid defeat.

Mary DeSue: How come he only got one while Tirri got like a hundred? HIT HIM AGAIN!

Lockheart reaches down and picks up the nightstick, perhaps not even sure what she wants to do with it. She turns around as McAlroy is practically dragging himself to his feet. He reaches behind him and grabs the first thing he can from the support wire: a light tube. They begin to take swings at each other, each missing. Lockheart then kicks Bert in the abdomen and brings the nightstick up. McAlroy instinctively raises the light tube to block and that's just what Lockheart wanted, as she SHATTERS THE LIGHT TUBE WITH THE NIGHTSTICK. The glass and powder rain down on Bert's face and he immediately begins wiping at his face to prevent any from going in his eyes! That's when Lockheart hits him with a calf kick aimed at the back of the knee, then a buzzsaw kick to the back of the head! McAlroy crumbles down and Lockheart takes a step back, getting a confident smile on her face.

Arthur La Forge: She’s going for Black Legacy!

Mary DeSue: YESSSS! STOMP HIS LIGHTS OUT!

Arthur La Forge: Calm down, Mary!

Mary DeSue: After the night I had with the creepy people and Tirri bleeding, I have every right to cheer for what I want! And what I want is Bert to get his head squished!

Bert is out of it as he pushes himself up onto his hands and knees and Lockheart runs in before leaping in the air with a Black Legacy attempt, but Bert rolls out of the way at the last second! Lockheart stomps the platform and then pinwheels her arms, nearly falling forward into the barbed wire below, just stopping herself. Bert suddenly gets to his feet and bellows, before running and DIVING INTO MAGDALENA LOCKHEART. BOTH FIGHTERS FALL OFF THE PLATFORM AND FIFTEEN FEET INTO THE BARBED WIRE WEB IN THE RING BELOW!!!

Arthur La Forge: HOLY [BLEEP]!

Mary DeSue:They’re dead! They’re both dead!

Arthur La Forge: There’s no possible way to prepare for that kind of fall, and if they are able to stand I’ll be surprised.

Mary DeSue: Imagine how many cuts they have!

The fall is gruesome but the aftermath is worse. Both fell straight down to the ring and are laying there, wrapped up in barbed wire in various places. Lockheart's HAIR is even caught in it, while both fighters limbs are likewise tangled. Bert manages to pull an arm free, cutting it open in the process, and lays it on top of the prone champion. A second referee, not daring to go in the ring, slaps the edge of the apron to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE...NO!!!! LOCKHEART NUDGES HER SHOULDER JUST ENOUGH TO GET IT UP!

Mary DeSue: I don’t want Bert to win or anything but HOW?!

Arthur La Forge: McAlroy barely had the energy to cover and Lockheart barely had the energy to kick out. SOMEHOW, this match continues!

McAlroy pulls his arm away and is too exhausted to even vent his frustration. He instead starts grabbing at the ropes and begins to pull himself free from the barbed wire, as much as he can, until he gets to his feet. His clothes are tattered, saying nothing for his skin. He dives out of the ring through the ropes and nearly passes out from the pain that causes, but instead he moves over and grabs the Final Boss Championship from ringside. He stares at it for a moment, as everyone is very aware of just how much the wrestler in his rookie years wants it. He gingerly climbs back into the ring with the belt and demands the champion get to her feet. The referee is right there and Lockheart reaches forward, yanking a pair of wire cutters away from him. She begins to cut away at the barbed wire that's holding her to the mat and does so just enough to get up. Unfortunately she's been so focused with getting free that when she does so, she looks up and sees Bert starting a run with the belt to hit her in the face! But at the last second, Bert tosses the belt to her and once she catches it, NAILS HER WITH A SPINNING BACK FIST! THEN A LUNG BLOWER! Bert drives himself back into the barbed wire to complete the 'You Asked for This'! Lockheart flops back down and McAlroy covers!!

ONE!

TWO!!

THRe...NO! LOCKHEART KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Mary DeSue: You’re right, she’s just as stubborn as he is!

Arthur La Forge: And McAlroy is growing more and more frustrated, even after he surprised her with that new move!

Mary DeSue: What is it gonna take to even win at this point? For either of them? I think they’ve tried everything!

McAlroy is beside himself, as he's met someone as resilient as he is. He has to pull himself up again and starts to climb up top, looking down at Lockheart and the belt he wants as he does so. Bert McAlroy jumps off, looking for MAXIMUM EFFORT, but LOCKHEART MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! MCALROY CRASHES DOWN INTO THE BARBED WIRE AGAIN! Lockheart pulls herself free, the barbed wire causing new cuts as she does, and spins around on her feet. McAlroy arches his back in pain and flops onto his stomach, in complete agony up onto his hands and knees, AND LOCKHEART LEAPS UP AND STOMPS HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT WITH BLACK LEGACY!!!! She covers!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEE....NO!!!!! McAlroy almost spasms out, as it may not have even been voluntary!

Arthur La Forge: I refuse to believe that was a voluntary kick out. A twitch or something. Bert McAlroy cannot still be conscious!

Mary DeSue: I hate the guy and even I have to give props! He’s STILL MOVING!

Arthur La Forge: Give it up for the champion, too, she’s not letting up! Doesn’t matter what she has to do, she’s gonna keep her title tonight if it kills one of them!

The champion gets up and is clearly frustrated. Bert turns over and begins crawling again, and the camera (and Maggie) pick up what he's crawling TO. The Final Boss Championship, which is still in the ring after Lockheart dropped it.

Arthur La Forge: Good god, he's not gonna stop until he has that thing!

Mary DeSue: Or until she kills him, which I AM FINE WITH, BY THE WAY.

McAlroy gets his fingers on the belt and pulls himself forward, and just as his face is over it suddenly LOCKHEART COMES IN WITH ANOTHER BLACK LEGACY, STOMPING HIS FACE INTO THE BELT! She pushes him over and makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREEE!!!!!

Mr Rad: Here is your winner and STILLLLLLLL the Final Boss Champion.....MAGDALENA LOCKHEART!!!

Arthur La Forge: I realize I haven't been doing this long, but that may be the most brutal match I've ever witnessed.

Mary DeSue: I am just SO HAPPY right now!

Arthur La Forge: You have to give Bert McAlroy some credit, he brought the fight to Lockheart tonight and nearly took that prize away from her!

Mary DeSue: I mean, he won't stay dead...I guess I have to at least give THAT to him.

Lockheart drops to a seated position in the ring as the referee hands the championship. She looks over at McAlroy, who is coming to but still completely groggy. Lockheart walks over to the fallen Bert and the referee warns her off, but she tells him it's okay. She reaches down and extends a hand to Bert, who grabs it and Lockheart then pulls him to his feet. She nods at him and leaves the ring with her belt, as the crowd cheers them both.

Arthur La Forge: Our Final Boss champion showing some grace and respect, when Bert had been very opinionated about her lately.

Mary DeSue: Yeah, well she just kicked the hell out of him, she probably got all the anger out of her system.

Arthur La Forge: That's part of the reason they're in this business, I'd assume.

Mary DeSue: She shoulda stomped his ass again.

Lockheart begins moving up the ramp to the roar of the crowd, before glancing back at Bert McAlroy one last time. While she shows respect, she makes sure that McAlroy is looking right at her as she raises her championship in the air, letting him and everyone else know that she's still the champion as the show fades out…