EXP 12 Results - August 17, 2021 (Reno, Nevada)

The Reno Events Center in Reno, Nevada is roaring to life as fans cheer the arrival of Level Up Wrestling. Mr. Rad watches them from his place on the video wall and the camera cuts to the announce team, who are already in place to call the night’s action.

Arthur La Forge: Do not adjust your sets, Reno wrestling fans! This is Level Up Wrestling, and we’re invading another company’s backyard to bring our own special product to you!

Mary DeSue: I mean, we share at least two or three of their wrestlers, I think they’ll be okay with us sharing the city for the night.

Arthur La Forge: And this is a night where we will see our Power and Wisdom champions COLLIDE in the main event, as Duncan Shepard will go one on one with Sidroy Covington IV! Both men have huge defenses at the PPV in two weeks, but one of them will be going into that PPV with their momentum cut out from underneath them!

Mary DeSue: Yeah, and don’t forget what my thicci boi is doing tonight when he...

“Look What You Made Me Do” by Taylor Swift plays over the Arena PA speakers and the live crowd in Reno jumps to their feet. The Final Boss Champion Magdalena Lockheart emerges from behind the curtain and is greeted with a thunderous, somewhat mixed reaction, with the majority cheering the Artist as she makes her way down to the ring.

Arthur La Forge: Well, it looks like we’re going to kick things off with the Champ here. Clearly she has something that she wants to say tonight before her match later on with Johnny Fringe.

Mary DeSue: Oh god. I thought seeing her once a show was enough. This is cruel and unusual punishment. Get her out of here!

Arthur La Forge: She’s the Final Boss, Mary! I think it’s great to finally see her come out and address the fans. It’s almost like we don’t get to see enough of her.

Mary DeSue: Eww, God no, Artie. Just don’t. And for the record, what fans? All I hear are the boos.

Arthur La Forge: Oh my god. Tell me you’re not deaf. The reaction for Maggie here in the Reno Events Center is off the scale! There’s no way you can’t be hearing this. They love her here in the biggest little city in the world!

Mary DeSue: Geesh, Artie. It’s only a few thousand Renoens about as dumb as that sign they hung up at the edge of town. Besides, I’ve got waaaayyyy more followers than this. If I could only get them all in on one big zoom call... the reaction I’d get would be a million times as loud, and one-hundred percent positive.

Arthur La Forge:: Yeah, right. Sure.

Lockheart enters the ring and asks for a microphone. The timekeeper hands her one through the ropes and moments later Maggie is signaling for her music to be cut.

Maggie Lockheart: Reeennnoooo… it’s so good to be inside you.

The at-capacity crowd here in the Events Center pops at the mention of their town. The Champion smiles as she looks out among the sea of hyped Level Up fanatics.

Maggie Lockheart: It is. It really is. For me, it’s nice to be in a promotion as they begin touring to new locations, and try to build their brand. It’s nice because, for someone like me, who has been here since day one, to see a company grow and try to reach new audiences. Every show here lately is kind of like us sticking our necks out there to meet new people and I can absolutely say beyond a shadow of a doubt that you fans, whether you be wrestling fans or gaming fans or a little bit of both, never disappoint us. So thank you.

The crowd pops again, but this time a ‘Level Up’ chant is sparked among them. Lockheart has to stop for a few moments as they become louder than she can be even over the PA speakers.

Maggie Lockheart: I do speak for the entire locker room when I say that, too. Which, of course, is the reason why I’m out here. I know that you guys are pumped and we have a great show in store for you this evening, but I’m ehh… sort of obligated to talk, not about tonight, but about what will be going down in two weeks time… which I hope you’re also excited about. Because in two weeks, Level Up is going to invade Las Vegas for our next pay-per-view extravaganza… Devil May Cry.

Lockheart readjusts the Final Boss title belt on her shoulder and turns to face the hard camera.

Maggie Lockheart: And you know when it comes to action and excitement, with Level Up Wrestling, you’ll always get your money’s worth. Which is kind of the point why I’m out here. You see, I don’t know if you’d rather call it luck or skill, but I’ve had the honor and the privilege of fighting for and defending the Final Boss championship in the main event of every pay-per-view we’ve had so far, and Devil May Cry is no exception. In two weeks, I will go one on one with a fighting businessman and a grappling video game developer. His win-loss record speaks for itself. His name… E.A. Blizzard.

The crowd boos at the mention of his name.

Mary DeSue: Hey! Show some respect!

Arthur La Forge: You know she can’t hear you, right?

Mary DeSue: I was talking to the Renoens!

Arthur La Forge: I think it’s Renoites.

Mary DeSue: Never correct me, simp!

Maggie Lockheart: Now I could talk at length about how this match came to be, but the truth is, nothing about that matters now. All that matters is that in two weeks time, I’ll be putting this title on the line once more and in Sin City all bets will be off-

Just then, Magdalena is cut short as ”Man Who Sold the World” by David Bowie blares over the Arena PA. The audience flips its script the moment that EA Blizzard himself walks out through the curtain. He’s met with a hail of boos.

Mary DeSue: Hell yeah! Finally we have some real talent!

Arthur La Forge: EA Blizzard is the number one contender for a reason. I’ll give you that.

Mary DeSue: He’s the soon-to-be Final Boss champion. Not soon enough if you ask me!

Arthur La Forge: That remains to be seen.

EA has a microphone in his hand and instead of joining Lockheart in the ring, he simply stops at the top of the ramp. Maggie watches on as EA waits for the crowd to settle their noise before speaking.

EAB: Miss Lockheart, I am terribly sorry for interrupting you but I just happened to be around and heard you mention Devil May Cry, so I figured I might as well join you since we have a scheduled match for this delightful event. You see these people, they clearly love you and for some unexplainable reason, they don’t seem to care for me. Which is puzzling to say the least since the bottom line is that we both want the same Miss Lockheart, you and I. We want what’s best for this company, what is best for these people who invest their time, money and lives into it. Together you and I could bring Level Up to a whole new level for a far better future than anything this organization has yet even seen. All this is possible at Devil May Cry and while I do have a matter to deal with one Mr. Eli Goode in a certain “Briefcase On A Pole” Match

The crowd boos and cheers, mixed reactions fill the Event Center.

EAB: Hey, don’t knock it until you have seen it pal! It could be one of the future classics such as Business Rules match was, none of you have ever seen anything like that before and now you would happily pay, twice or even three times as much to see another one again. Look, Miss Lockheart what I am saying is that I elevate those who face me, I push them beyond what they thought would be the limit of their potential. You may be the Final Boss Champion but you could still be better, even more of a boss and a match against someone like me, could just be what you need to get there.

Maggie Lockheart: Hey, listen, first of all, that’s great. Second, no, I don’t mind the interruption, when you’ve been in the position of being the top champion for as long as I have, you kinda get used to it. Third, I don’t know why but I can’t seem to hear you very well with you standing all the way up there. So why don’t you do me the honor of doing something you couldn’t seem to do two weeks ago… and come get in this ring and look me in the eyes like a man?

EAB let out a laughter that could have been the most insincere emotion or just bad because of the lack of emotions he uses in his everyday life before he starts care-free swagger down to the ring.

EAB: Well since you word the invite like that, I’d love to. I was just being a gentleman and allowed you to have your space. You see, the whole thing a couple of weeks ago wasn’t because I couldn’t get into the ring with you, but more because..

EAB steps over the ropes and walks up to Lockheart, real close, his voice a deep tone now[/i[

EAB:...because I chose not to. You see E.A Blizzard is not a glory hog, I am not holding down the young up and coming talent, complete opposite. I like giving them chances to shine, opportunities to better themselves. Why would I rush myself to the ring with you when I know I can all the time in the world at Devil May Cry?

Lockheart chuckles at the comment. She’s clearly taken aback by what EAB has to say but she’s not backing down from the much larger man though he physically towers over her face to face.

Maggie Lockheart: I was wondering what you meant by making a better future for Level Up. Because I was thinking… surely you couldn’t mean that by becoming the Final Boss champion that things would suddenly get better around here. I thought we as a federation were doing a pretty good job reaching that next level on our own? You know, the talent that has signed on in the past few weeks-slash-months has been some of the best that I’ve ever seen step foot in this ring… and we are on tour right now absolutely killing it in ticket sales, so. Clearly it can’t be me that’s holding everyone back, right? I mean, I’m not convinced that I’ve been a particularly bad champion, but you’re more than welcome to think so if you do.

Blizzard shakes his head.

EAB: Oh no, I wouldn’t dare to say that you haven’t been a great champion. I’m somewhat hurt that you would even assume such of me, what I mean is that there are so many who dream of being in the position you are in. People who make these audacious claims of how they are going to just step on up and when they become Final Boss Champion then this and that are happening. They don’t understand the responsibility you have being the standard bearer in this place, that the whole company lives and breathes through your actions. I’m not here to cause trouble of any sort if anything I am here to just tell you how great this match between us is going to be at Devil May Cry, no animosity about it, trust me.

The crowd boos as EA Blizzard grins and extends his hand out for the champ to shake. Maggie looks around the sold-out crowd as 7000 strong are chanting for her not to return the gesture. For a moment, it looks as if Maggie is going to shake his hand, but at the last moment, she pulls the microphone back up to her lips.

Maggie Lockheart: Well, you’re right about one thing, Mr. Blizzard. Being the Final Boss isn’t easy and there’s a lot about it that most will only dream of knowing. I’ve been gifted with the opportunity to represent our brand for a long time and who knows? Maybe in two weeks that time will be up. But in that length time I’ve learned a lot of things… and one of those things is who to trust.

Lockheart pulls her hand away. The crowd cheers.

Maggie Lockheart: ...and I never trust anyone who claims they can be trusted.

Blizzard nods, stepping back a step or two.

Maggie Lockheart: You talk a good game, Blizzard, but at Devil May Cry, I’m going to let my actions do the talki-

EA lunges forward and absolutely drills Lockheart with a Big Boot! The crowd erupts into boos!

Arthur La Forge: Oh my God! EA Blizzard nearly decapitated the champion!

Mary DeSue: Hell yeah!

Blizzard isn’t done as he yanks Maggie up by her throat, and plants her back down hard into the canvas with a sickening Industry Standard double-arm chokeslam! Lockheart is laid out in a heap, as Blizzard picks up the Final Boss championship belt.

EAB: You may just live to regret that choice Miss Lockheart, I came here to converse with you with no hidden agenda or ill will, yet you choose to pander to the crowd more than do what is right. Now I have other business to attend to, young Eli needs another lesson, good luck with your match Maggie..

He drops the microphone steps over the ropes before heading back up the ramp to the boos of the crowd as they start chanting for Maggie. Security and EMTs rush down to the ring to help the Final Boss but she refuses medical attention and leaves under her own power.

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The Delivery Girl vs. Dude WaLuigi

The contest starts out with TDG handing Referee Kirby a package. He signs for it and the bell starts ringing to start off the contest. Dude Waluigi, with Barnabus at ringside watching on, reaches out his hand to shake TDG's hand. She instead rushes to the ropes and takes down DW with a missile dropkick! DW bounces back and gets his arms caught in the second and third rope. TDG runs to the opposing side of the ring and bounces off of the ropes. Barnabus yells at Kirby to help DW, but DW gets knocked out of the ring from a running spinning wheel kick that sends him flying over the ropes and down onto the mat.

Arthur La Forge: You know, I haven’t been calling wrestling long, and I can’t say I’ve ever seen a wrestler sign for a package before a match started.

Mary DeSue: You think she works for FedEx or UPS?

On the outside of the ring Team Dude Waluigi tries to form a strategy, aka Barnabus is smacking DW in the face to wake him up as Kirby starts a count out...

One...

TDG is tapping her foot in the classic Sonic "I'm Waiting" pose and gets frustrated as she rushes to the to the opposite side of the ring...SUICIDE FLYING CROSS BODY RIGHT INTO DW AND BARNABUS!! She grabs Barnabus and rolls him into the ring for a moment and then realizes that's the wrong guy. She pulls him out and dusts him off apologizing as DW gets up and goes for a superkick on the outside. TDG ducks. Spinning forearm to the face of DW. Roll into the ring. TDG starts running the ropes over and over again as Dude Waluigi shakes out the cobwebs.

Arthur La Forge: Dude WaLuigi is the one with the best win-loss record, but he has had a hard time getting out the blocks here.

Mary DeSue: Best win-loss record? He has ONE win. And Sidroy proved last show that it was a fluke!

TDG keeps running back and forth between the ropes and the audience is watching like a tennis match. Right...Left...Right...Left...Finally DW gets up and that's when she unleashes it! ""Delivery for Dude Waluigi!". The Superwoman Punch sends DW down to the mat hard and TDG covers him.

One...

The Delivery Girl: HURRY UP I GOTTA MAKE DELIVERIES!!

Two...

THREE!!!

Mr. Rad: Here is your winner...and right on time...The Delivery Girl!! You humans have some weird names...

Arthur La Forge: That went about as well as we thought it would.

Mary DeSue: She doesn’t get paid by the hour! Or wait, maybe she does. Are delivery people on salary?

Arthur La Forge: You looking to change careers?

Mary DeSue: And leave you here by yourself? Never! The show would never recover!

TDG quickly rushes out of the ring after her hand is raised and hops on her bike. Barnabus gets into the ring to talk with Kirby as Dude Waluigi sits in the corner shaking his head trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

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Erika Crawford & Al Fresco vs. Larry Tact & The Time Jumpers

The match begins with the experienced veteran Larry Tact squaring off against the young upstart Erica Crawford. As soon as the bell rings, Erika rushes out of her corner looking for a yakuza kick! Unfortunately for Erika, the wiley Tact is quick on his feet and manages to catch her leg before it collides with his face. He spins around to take Erika to the mat with a leg screw takedown! Both roll back to their feet and this time Erika looks for a clothesline, but Tact ducks it, and pulls her down into a swinging neckbreaker! Having finally slowed the high flyer down, Tact pulls Erika up by her hair, then whips her off the ropes. He lifts Crawford up looking to connect with a spinebuster, but Erika uses her momentum to counter the move into a hurricanrana!

Arthur La Forge: Erika Crawford starting the match out strong for her team, making the comeback after an early onslaught from Larry Tact!

Mary DeSue: She lost to the Time Jumpers last show and probably doesn’t want to do it again.

Arthur La Forge: Different partners this time, so we’ll see how it goes.
After driving Tact’s head into the canvas, Crawford dives to her corner and tags in Chef Andre Poêlon! The Chef immediately begins laying into Tact with rights and lefts. The combination of punches is completed with a powerful uppercut! Tact staggers back into his corner, nursing his jaw after the striking barrage. He reaches out and reluctantly tags in one of his Time Jumping teammates - Ciela Luiz! Having called for the tag, Ciela is fired up, and is already flying through the air to connect with a tornado DDT on Chef Andre! The Chef manages to stagger to his feet, but he barely has time to breath before being struck with a step-up enziguri by Ciela! Stunned, Andre falls to his knees, right where Ciela wants him. She bounces off the ropes, and lays out the Chef with a shining wizard - VIVA LA FAMILIA!

Arthur La Forge: Give Al Fresco all the credit in the world, they’ve gelled quite well thus far, but the Time Jumpers have more experience as a team.

Mary DeSue: Yeah plus they have Tact coaching them!

Arthur La Forge: Either way this is still early.
Instead of making the cover, Ciela tags in Makayla, and the Time Jumpers head to opposite corners of the ring. Making their way to the top rope, they steady themselves to attempt a huge double team move, but they’re interrupted! Dionysus shakes the top rope causing Makayla to lose her balance and crotch herself, and Erika sends Ciela tumbling to the outside with a superkick! Incensed, Tact climbs into the ring to try and lay the beatdown but is stopped by Ref Kirby! This gives Andre time to recover, and he tags in Dion. With the ref still dealing with Tact, the team newly christened as Al Fresco hoist Makayla into a huge double superplex! The ring shakes from the huge impact. Dion makes the cover.

ONE!

TWOI

Makayla valiantly kicks out, with her team unable to break up the pin. Ref Kirby finally gets things under control, and we’re left with Makayla and Dion in the ring. Keeping the high flyer grounded, Dion drives a series of knees into Makayla’s midsection. He follows this up by stomping on the Time Jumper’s arms and legs, softening her up for what’s to come. Stretching Makayla’s limbs in a way they weren’t meant to be stretched, Dion wrenches back and lifts her into one of the most painful submission moves in wrestling - the surfboard! Makayla screams in pain as the technical powerhouse subjects her to the torturous hold. Ref Kirby asks Makayla if she wants to quit, but she refuses! Suddenly Makayla falls to the ground as Dion is pulled out of the ring by Tact! He shoves Dion back first into the ring apron and then tosses him into the crowd barrier. He’s only able to admire his handiwork for a moment, as Crawford comes out of nowhere to take him out with a swanton bomb from the apron!

Mary DeSue: Where did SHE come from?

Arthur La Forge: Erika Crawford doing her best to help her team get victory tonight!

Mary DeSue: Shouldn’t the time travelers have seen that coming?

With Tact and Erika now laid out, Chef Andre comes over to help Dion to his feet. Inside the ring, time trouble is brewing! Makayla whips Ciela to the ropes, and ducks down as her partner bounces back towards her. The end result is a back body drop that sends Ciela flying to the outside! Capitalising on her momentum, Ciela flips multiple times in the air before connecting with a 630 splash on both members of Al Fresco - UNICORN HORN! Ciela picks up the nearest body, that of Chef Andre, and slides him in the ring. Makayla makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Mr Rad: Here are your winners...LARRY TACT AND THE TIME JUMPERS!!

Arthur La Forge: And the Time Jumpers get an important win tonight, but they’ll meet Al Fresco one more time at Devil May Cry!

Mary DeSue: And this one’s for most of the marbles! A shot at the multiplayer belts!

Arthur La Forge: We’re hitting the ad breaks for HUNT A KILLER, but we’ll be back!

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Drew Dangerous vs. Don Tirri

The referee asks if both men are ready to start fighting before ringing the bell. As soon as the bell rings, Don Tirri tackles Drew and plants him into the corner and rams his midsection with shoulder tackles before grabbing Drew Dangerous and tosses him with a belly to belly suplex. Don has taken an early advantage and doesn't look like he is letting up. Tirri grabs Drew by the head and tosses him shoulder first into the ring post, sending him to the outside of the ring. Don Tirri takes a moment to lean against the rope and shakes his head before exiting the ring as the referee has to restart his count now.

Arthur La Forge: Don Tirri almost seems to be playing with his opponent tonight.

Mary DeSue: He’s got bigger and better things waiting for him!

Arthur La Forge: Yes, a meeting with the Power Champion in two weeks, but he’d better not take Drew lightly.

Tirri grabs Drew by the head and lifts him into the air for a military press and drops him chest first onto the barricade before immediately tossing him into the ring post head first. Toying with the man, Don pats Drew on the back before tossing him back into the ring, entering the ring himself at the count of seven. Don grabs Dangerous by the hair and tosses him into the ropes, but Drew pops himself off Tirri and hits a dropkick that sends Don Tirri into the turnbuckle.

Arthur La Forge: That’s what I mean. Drew is still a relative unknown here and Tirri should be on his guard!

Mary DeSue: Well, maybe he’s trying to make the guy look good before he stomps him!

Drew runs and hits an elbow to the face of Tirri and runs off the ropes again and goes for another dropkick, but Tirri grabs him by his legs and slingshots Drew into the turnbuckle. Drew manages to land on the second rope and he jumps off the ropes, but gets big booted directly in the stomach, taking all the air out-of him. Don pulls Drew to the center of the ring and grabs ahold of Drew's legs and locks in a Boston Crab.

Arthur La Forge: It’s not quite his chokeout but Tirri is definitely trying to put his opponent away now. I think he was embarrassed by what happened earlier.

Mary DeSue: You think something like that would make him lose his cool? He’s just being smart!

Drew reaches out and pushes up, crawling forward and grabs the ropes, the referee telling Don to let go before counting and getting to four before letting go. Don Tirri is forced to back off. Tirri has enough and approaches Drew, who kips up and hurricanranas Don out of the ring. Drew staggers to his feet before running off the ropes and nails a suicide dive onto Don Tirri sending him into the barricade. Drew wastes zero time before entering the ring and runs off the ropes before hitting another suicide dive onto Don. Feeling lucky, Drew Dangerous enters the ring again and goes for another suicide dive, but Don cuts him off with a boot to the skull, staggering Drew. Don enters the ring and runs off the ropes hitting a big boot that drops Drew to the mat, and Tirri follows up with a cover.

One!

Two!

Three!!

Mr. Rad: Your winner of the match…’Old School Cool’ DON TIRRI!

Arthur La Forge: And just like that, it’s over! THE BOOT can come from anywhere and Tirri picks up momentum going into his title match next show!

Mary DeSue: Title WIN, you mean.

Arthur La Forge: That remains to be seen. Another break and we’ll be back!

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An Official Contract Signing

Arthur LaForge: Here we are ladies and gentlemen. The time has come to make the showdown match at “Devil May Cry” between “The Wizard” James Wilcox and the returning Adam Miller official - let’s take a look at what led us here.

Mary DeSue: Only if we have to...way to pad out the runtime Artie.

We cut away to a montage of what has lead up to this match occurring including Miller's injury caused by "The Faction".

Arthur LaForge: Adam Miller had his arm broken by James Wilcox and he has not forgotten it.

Mary DeSue: Yeah and now we can’t forget it. Move on already!

Standing in the middle of the ring, next to a large table with two chairs on either side, is Lenny Brasco. Lenny is holding a microphone and what is clearly the folder holding the contract. In each corner of the ring there are two security guards.

Lenny Brasco: Ladies and gentlemen, Are we having a great time tonight at EXP??!!

The crowd cheers in response to the enthusiasm shown by Lenny.

Lenny Brasco: Great, because have I got a deal for you!

Lenny starts to pull out some merch from behind him, but the fans boo and Lenny takes the hint

Lenny Brasco: Fine...Without further ado let’s get on with the contract signing for our first official match at Devil May Cry pitching The Wizard James Wilcox vs The Prodigal Son Adam Miller in a CHAIRS MATCH!!

Arthur LaForge: It’s almost official! A match where only chairs are legal but you can use them as much as you want!

Mary DeSue: Makes sense to me, let them fight!

Barely before the end of the announcement “The Wizard” by black sabbath begins to play as the The lights go dark green. Smoke billows from the entrance to the arena.

James Wilcox, face unpainted emerges. He is dressed in a suit. The suit is all in black except the white tie and matching handkerchief. He is wearing a black newsboy cap. Pinned to the front left epilate is a white rose. Strolling just behind Wilcox, The Faction. Isaac dressed in the same way as a priest albeit his collar being red. This collar matched the colour of the long stemmed rose he was carrying in his left hand.

Drake, donning a dark suit with white shirt and no tie followed closely to the right. In his right hand was the Wand. The trademark painted sledgehammer of James Wilcox. It’s main shaft dark green with a vast array of different scriptures marked on white.

James stops halfway to the ring and holds his right hand out. Drake hands the wand over and James steps quickly to the ring. He climbs the side of the ring, knee first and stands on the outer apron. He turns to face out to the crowd and raises the Wand which is being held close to the hammer end and parallel to the floor. The crowd immediately boos "The Faction". Climbing into the ring James grabs a microphone.

James Wilcox: Cut the music. Cut it now!

The music immediately stops and the lights return to normal. James immediately brings the microphone up to his mouth but then lowers his hands and holds them out to his sides. He laughs at the crowd.

James Wilcox:Listen to yourselves. Booing. Like it’s never been heard before. I’m here to conduct business. Do you slobs even know what that means?” The crowd immediately intensifies the booing.

James responds by laughing harder. A few moments later he immediately stops and his head snaps towards Drake and Isaac.

James Wilcox:You two. Leave. Now.

Arthur LaForge: That’s surprising. Normally the Faction are all joined at the hip.

Mary DeSue: James just proving he doesn’t NEED them! Let them go back up their new clown friend or something!

James, wand in right hand points to the back, looking stunned and confused Isaac and Drake make their way out of the ring and back towards the backstage area.

James Wilcox:There we go Miller. Just me. Well me and The Wizard but he’s always here with us. Now. Get your ass out here! Get your own death warrant….Erm….contract signed. Lenny. Leeeeennnnny. Yeah you. Put that contract on the table. Now”

Lenny looking perplexed does as he is asked. James immediately begins to sign the contact. As he does, we suddenly hear ‘Ultraviolence’ by Robert Slump. Dry ice appears across the stage and dark red lights.When the music stops the arena goes dark and the music restarts with ‘The Prodigal Son’ Adam Miller standing in the centre of the ramp wearing a crimson red cloak arms wide. He walks to the ring and once in climbs the turnbuckle spreading out his arms once again

Arthur LaForge: Adam Miller has been full of rage since his return and I don’t think he’ll be rid of it until he settles things with James Wilcox.

Mary DeSue: Somehow this is the longest feud we’ve had! Can you believe it?

Miller gets handed a microphone from the ring attendant. He stares down at “The Wizard” for a moment before he speaks.

Adam Miller: Months. Months, I've waited to get you face to face. No more hiding behind your disciples. At Devil May Cry I'll put this into words you'll maybe understand better…..et non eum vivere!

Miller picks up the pen and signs the paper. He steps to the side and stares down James with a smirk. Wilcox scowls as the crowd cheers Miller signing the contract.

James Wilcox : “Et non eum vivere!?” How…DARE you speak the ancient language. Spilling words from your filthy mouth. I was just gonna break you again, but now, you’ve signed your own death warrant!

James points the Wand at Miller stopping just under his nose.

Arthur LaForge: Do you understand anything they’re saying to each other?

Mary DeSue: We don’t need Latin in my line of work.

James Wilcox : Remember and remember well Adam. I. Broke. Your. Bones. I will have no qualms about doing it again. I have NEVER WANTED a match as much as this one.

Wilcox anger continues to build as he is now physically shaking when he speaks.

James Wilcox: Come hell or high water THE WIZARD will end you. The result doesn’t matter. I guarantee you now…you are making the biggest mistake of your career here Adam. I don’t fear you. You're a nobody! All you have are your cheap surprise tactics, your fancy new hair and these slobs in the rafters! You are nothing and I will stamp you out at DEVIL MAY CRY!

Wilcox rares back and slams the wand towards Miller, who rolls out of the way as Wilcox smashes the hell out of the table. Miller grabs a chair from ringside and gets to the top of the turnbuckle as Wilcox turns around. Flying Chairshot to the face! Wilcox drops down to the mat and lets go of the wand. Miller gets up and flattens the chair out. He puts Wilcox’s arms through it and…”THE CROSS”!! Wilcox is screaming in pain as Miller has the crossface on with the chair adding more leverage. He’s trying to break Wilcox’s shoulder as ISSAC and Drake rush out to the ringside area. Miller slides out as the rest of “The Faction” run in. Miller talks trash as he goes out into the crowd as “The Faction” hurl insults at him!

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Lord Raab vs. Diamond Steele

Lord Raab cuts an imposing figure as the bell rings to get the match underway, but Diamond Steele doesn’t appear the least bit intimidated. Raab appears irritated for having to wait so long for Diamond to finish her entrance, and he doesn’t waste any time in locking up with his enigmatic opponent. He pushes her back into the corner, and pins her against the turnbuckle. Ref Kirby tries to get Raab to break the hold, but he shoots him a look of unadulterated fury, and the official backs away. Raab turns his body and drives his body into Diamond’s shoulder-first, and then again. Grabbing her by the arm, Raab whips Diamond into the opposite corner with such force that she staggers backwards.

Arthur La Forge: It’s going to take a minor miracle to defeat Lord Raab, but Diamond Steele is hoping to surprise everyone in her debut!

Mary DeSue: Yeah, and let’s not forget, if SHE can beat him, then so can Sidroy! And I’m sure Siddy will love knowing that!

The Lord grabs her in a waist-lock and lifts her into a german suplex! Raab drops down to cover her.

ONE!

Steele kicks out, and Raab immediately locks her into another waist-lock. He squeezes her gut with his powerful arms, and then lifts her up for another german! But, no, this time Diamond flips over and lands on her feet! Seizing the opportunity, she begins uncorking a series of martial arts kicks, targeting the big man’s legs! This infuriates Raab, who tries to bowl over Steele with a nasty clothesline, but she takes him down with a brutal leg sweep! With Raab now on the mat, Diamond continues to work over Raab’s left leg, stomping on it repeatedly. She pulls Raab over to the side, and puts his foot on the bottom rope. She jumps up and connects with a springboard stomp on the big man’s damaged limb! Wrapping her arms around Raab’s foot, she pulls it up and locks in an ANKLE LOCK!

Arthur La Forge: Smart strategy here! Monsters feel pain...I assume, and Steele is hoping to at least incapacitate him. If he can’t stand, he can’t hurt people.

Mary DeSue: Yeah, but he’s too big to even keep holds on!

Raab grunts and tries to pull himself to the ropes as Diamond holds on to the bigger man’s limb for dear life. The sheer size of Raab’s ankle makes it tough for her to maintain her grip in the submission. Ref Kirby asks Raab if he wants to quit, to which he growls a loud “FUCK NO”. Finding his second wind, Raab twists around and breaks the hold by kicking Steele off with his good foot. The Lord gingerly gets to his feet, favouring his right side heavily. Diamond is back up too, and again targets the left foot with a brutal kick! She tries again, but this time when she connects, Raab does not react.

Mary DeSue: Uh oh.

Arthur La Forge: You know, his twin brother seems human from what I’ve seen in UGWC but Lord Raab just...isn’t. And I think Diamond is about to find that out.

Diamond frowns, confused, and strikes his leg again. Raab’s eyes are basically bulging with fury at this point, and he grabs her by the throat! Steele stamps on his foot again and again but it gets no reaction! Raab lifts her into the air and plants her with a chokeslam - THE CHOKEINATOR! Finally revealing the damage sustained by the kicks, Raab hobbles over to cover her.

ONE!

TWO!

Steele kicks out!

Arthur La Forge: Even if Diamond Steele loses tonight, the fact she kicked out from that says a lot about her!

Mary DeSue: No kidding! HOW did she do it?

Raab continues on the offensive, pulling Steele up to her feet. He hooks her arm and looks to lift the lightweight into a vertical suplex. He pulls her up, but suddenly his left leg gives way and he crumples to the floor! Diamond recovers and grabs Raab by the head, pulling him down into a single knee facebuster! Raab falls to the mat, but Diamond isn’t done with him yet. She pulls him over to the ropes, and heads out to the apron. Leaping onto the top rope, she springs off and connects with a springboard legdrop! Steele hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Raab pushes Steele off, breaking the pin.

Arthur La Forge: All that and Raab just effortlessly shoves her off. Amazing.

Mary DeSue: She’s not done yet!

Both rise to their feet, and Raab begins throwing wild punches at Diamond, who keeps dodging them and peppering in little kicks to the damaged left leg. Finally Raab loses it and blindly charges at Steele looking for a clothesline. Steele ducks the strike and drops the German Monster with a drop toe hold...into an ANKLE LOCK! This time Steele grapevines the hold, giving Raab little chance of escape. He roars in pain and tries to make it to the ropes, but he can’t get enough purchase on the mat to pull Steele along with him. Eventually any noise from the Lord ceases and he remains motionless on the mat, with Steele still yanking on his ankle. Ref Kirby checks for a response but doesn’t get one. He calls for the bell!

Mr Rad: Here is your winner...DIAMOND STEELE!!

Arthur La Forge: OH MY GOD! The referee has the final discretion and our senior official Jack Kirby just called off the match!

Mary DeSue: I don’t think Raab’s gonna be...UH OH!

Diamond Steele doesn’t wait around for Raab to get to his feet and seek vengeance, as she only gets paid to wrestle, not fight monsters. She slips out of the ring and backs up the ramp...just as Lord Raab sits up. Referee Kirby is trying to explain to Raab what happened but Raab will hear none of it...AND HE CHOKESLAMS THE REFEREE STRAIGHT DOWN TO THE MAT!!

Arthur La Forge: Something tells me that Raab disagreed with the referee’s call!

Mary DeSue: Oh god, I don’t know if Sidroy is going to like what he saw or not...

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Magdalena Lockheart vs. Johnny Fringe

Fringe and Lockheart circle each other, Lockheart knowing about Fringe's reputation for trying to pull a fast one at the start of the match is on her guard. Fringe darts forward and Lockheart backs away. Fringe winks at her and makes a dart forward again, and Lockheart backs up into the corner. Fringe goes for it a third time and...rolls out of the ring as Lockheart comes forward with a spinning heel kick. Lockheart starts talking trash to Fringe and Fringe wags his finger at her figuring out her plan to lure him in.

One...

Fringe gets back into the ring and starts to tell off referee Lester Stetson as Lockheart charges forward with a punch, but Fringe ducks it and comes up with a throat punch! Blocking Stetson's vision, Fringe eyepokes "The Final Boss" Champion and then spins her around to rake her back! Fringe grabs Lockheart and tossing her into the ropes. Rebound off the ropes by Lockheart...SPINEBUSTER WITH AUTHORITY by Fringe!

Arthur La Forge: That won’t do Maggie’s back any favors.

Mary DeSue: Maybe if she didn’t get in EAB’s face, she wouldn’t HAVE a hurt back!

Smelling blood in the water the predatory Fringe gets to doing his dirty work by dropping an elbow onto the back of Lockheart. He drags Lockheart over to the cornre and lifts her up. IRISH WHIP REVERSAL INTO THE CORNER BACK FIRST! Lariat by Fringe sending Lockheart down to the mat. He flips her over onto her stomach and then leaps up to the second rope. After leaping from the most dangerous rope Fringe does a leaping knee drop to the swol of the back of Lockheart! The crowd boos as Fringe starts to call for the TPK!

Arthur La Forge: I hate to say it, but EA Blizzard might have gift-wrapped Fringe a victory tonight.

Mary DeSue: I’m sure he’d take it! A win over the champion is a big deal!

Fringe goes for his superkick variation finisher, but Lockheart ducks it..."LOCKHEART LIBERATION"!! Both wrestlers are down as Lockheart holds her back as Fringe tries to shake the cobwebs out...

One...

Two...

Three...

Lockheart and Fringe get up at the same time using the ropes and charge at each other. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. They are throwing hands and the fans are loving it as Lockheart gains the upper hand with a "Beat Rush"!! Fringe stumbles back into the ropes as Lockheart rushes to the opposite side..."Sector 7 Press"!!! Lockheart mounts Fringe and starts beating "The Demon of Nola" in the face over and over again. Lockheart gets off of Fringe after a moment and we see her stagger a bit. Holding her back. She reaches down to pick up Fringe...ROLL UP!!!

ONE...

TWO...

Kickout by Lockheart!

Arthur La Forge: Fringe nearly pulled it out right there! Can you imagine if he won?

Mary DeSue: Probably get the next shot. Or maybe get added to the title match.

Lockheart gets up and doesn't see Fringe behind her..."CRIT!" to the middle of her back! "The Final Boss" goes down in pain as Fringe drops another knee to her back. He gets up and picks up Lockheart from behind. German Suplex! German Suplex! German Suplex! Triple German Suplexes leaves Lockheart on the man, on her back, gasping for air. Fringe goes up top to the top turnbuckle. He's going for a diving elbow and Lockheart just barely gets out of the way! Fringe gets up at the same time as Lockheart!...Lockheart runs...METEORA!!

Arthur La Forge: Fringe is destroying the champion here and she somehow managed to find a way back in it!

Mary DeSue: Damn it! Stay down!

Both competitors are down as Stetson starts his count...

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Lockheart gets up and starts to...CLIMB THE TURNBUCKLE!! She signals for it..."Final Heaven"...Fringe gets up to his knees and that's when she strikes with the double foot stomp to the back of his head! Cover!

One...

Two..

THREE!!

Mr. Rad: Here is your winner..."The Final Boss" Champion...Magdalena Lockheart!!

Arthur La Forge: Lockheart has that move in her arsenal for a reason and after the work done to her spine tonight, she pulled the trigger.

Mary DeSue: She doesn’t bust that thing out for just anybody, give Fringe some credit!

Fringe gets up as Lockheart's hand is held up by Kirby...Fringe waits for it and...NECKBREAKER!! He picks up Lockheart and tosses her into the ropes again...Rebound...SPINEBUSTER INTO THE TURNBUCKLE POST!! Lockheart slumps down as Fringe laughs in her face and slides out of the ring like the snake he is.

Arthur La Forge: Come on! That’s ridiculous! He’s a sore loser on top of everything else?

Mary DeSue: Maybe he’s just a fan of EAB! Either way, that’s what she gets!

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EA Blizzard vs. Eli Goode

Mr. Rad: The following match is a Briefcase on a pole match! The match cannot be won until the Briefcase is retrieved, and whoever grabs it can use it as a weapon on their opponent!

EA Blizzard and Eli Goode face each other in the ring, a rivalry renewed. Blizzard smiles after what he did to the Final Boss Champion earlier in the night, hoping to do the same to Goode tonight. Goode rushes into attack but EAB is right there and catches him immediately with a throat thrust. Goode grabs at his throat and stumbles backward, with EAB giving chase. He hits him with a right hand and then rams his head into the turnbuckle, before hitting Goode in the face with another right hand.

Arthur La Forge: Eli Goode is known to be a little headstrong and Blizzard made him pay for it.

Mary DeSue: Again. He already made him pay in the Business Rules match!

Arthur La Forge: The less said about that, the better.

EAB tosses Goode into the opposite turnbuckle with a hard Irish whip, and as Goode comes out of it, Blizzard flattens him with a clothesline. He then grabs him by the head and tries to ram it into the turnbuckle, but Goode stops it, with his foot, then elbows Blizzard in the ribs. He spins around on his feet as EAB tries for another punch, ducks it and then catches him turning back around with a pele kick! Goode sees Blizzard down and immediately eyes the briefcase in the corner, moving to climb up to it as fast as he can.

Arthur La Forge: Eli doing the smart thing here, trying to get this over quickly.

Mary DeSue: Or is it? EAB’s already getting up!

Before Eli can even get to the top rope, EAB is back up and begins to punch the backs of his knees to stop his climb. Goode loses his balance on the ropes and Blizzard is all too happy to yank him back down the rest of the way with a neckbreaker! He pulls Goode to his feet and hits another right hand, then another uppercut to the throat, before backing up and laying him out again with another clothesline. Blizzard rushes to the corner and begins climbing for the briefcase himself, but Goode is up already. He pushes out the legs of EAB so he lands draped stomach-first across the turnbuckle. Goode then jumps up and hits EAB with a high dropkick to the ribs!

Arthur La Forge: It’s a battle of wills as the two are basically having a makeshift ladder match in there!

Mary DeSue: I haven’t seen one of them use the pole as a weapon...yet.

Blizzard falls to the apron and Eli reaches over to retrieve him, but EAB gets a blatant thumb to the eye, which is sadly legal in this match. But as he bends over to re-enter the ring, Eli hits a shotgun dropkick that knocks him down to the floor! Goode begins to climb but EAB is quick to get back on the apron and he immediately hits Goode with a shot to the kidney to stop him, then crotches him onto the top rope. He hits another shot to the face and Goode falls backward, trapped in the tree of woe! With the ability to take as many free shots as he wants, Blizzard climbs back into the ring and begins to stomp away at Eli!

Mary DeSue: That’s what you get for trying to play the hero, Eli!

Arthur La Forge: EA Blizzard has a mean streak and he’s making Goode pay for being a thorn in his side!

Satisfied, EAB unhooks Goode from the top turnbuckle and lets him fall to the mat. He then pulls him away from the corner and drops him with a huge bodyslam. He picks him back up and lifts him up high in the air for a hanging vertical suplex, but Goode begins to drive his knees downward into the head of Blizzard! EAB lets him down, hits a punch to his kidney and tries to lift again, but Goode hooks his leg on the inside of his opponent's to stop the lift. EAB tries again but Goode goes up and falls down the back, then kicks the back of EAB's knee. As Blizzard drops, Goode jumps up in the air and connects with a double foot-stomp to the back of his head! GOODE LORD!

Arthur La Forge: Every time we count Eli Goode out, he comes back with something like that!

Mary DeSue: Break his arm, bust him open, he just keeps coming back! Most guys know when to quit, you know?

Arthur La Forge: Eli doesn’t and that may pay off tonight!

Eli instinctively goes for the cover, but the referee waves it off as the briefcase has not been obtained. So he reaches down to grab EAB, only to catch yet another kidney punch, before EAB tosses him backwards through the ropes! Blizzard quickly rolls under the ropes and joins Eli, slamming his face into the ring steps. Then he hoists him up on his shoulder and runs him face first into the nearby ring post! EAB then rolls himself back into the ring and makes his way to the pole, as the big man begins to unsteadily climb up to the top.

Arthur La Forge: EA Blizzard is out of his element here, as he’s not used to going up top.

Mary DeSue: Almost like he doesn’t call any shots around here like you think he does!

Arthur La Forge: Or it’s all a ploy to throw everyone off the trail. Who knows?

EA Blizzard is now completely at the top and wraps his hands around the briefcase, only for Eli Goode to come FLYING in with a forearm to his legs! EAB begins to lose his balance and Goode yanks his legs backward, causing Blizzard to fall down and smack his face on the turnbuckle! As EAB staggers backwards Eli charges at him and hits a SLING BLADE! The two return to their feet and he hits ANOTHER one for good measure! Goode staggers back to the turnbuckle and begins to climb, making sure to keep an eye on EAB the whole time. He reaches up...AND HE'S GOT THE BRIEFCASE!

Arthur La Forge: The match can end now, and I think I know how Eli Goode wants to end it!

Mary DeSue: Aw come on! That's not fair, somehow!

Goode begins to slowly come down from the turnbuckle, when suddenly a figure jumps up onto the apron and grabs the briefcase away from him!

Arthur La Forge: It's one of EAB's lawyers that helped him at Dead by Daylight!

Mary DeSue: Eli must have broken some sort of bylaw! Or maybe he didn't read the fine print!

Goode stares daggers at the lawyer, who shakes his head and begins to back up...RIGHT INTO THE FINAL BOSS CHAMPION, WHO HAS COME DOWN TO RINGSIDE! LOCKHEART LIBERATION ON THE ATTORNEY! Lockheart gets up, clutching her weakened back, and looks in the ring at EAB. Blizzard is starting to stir, and so Maggie tosses Eli the briefcase he rightfully pulled down!

Mary DeSue: THAT'S NOT FAIR! What is SHE doing out here hogging the spotlight again?

Arthur La Forge: Righting a wrong, from the looks of it!

EAB gets up to his knees and suddenly Goode tosses the briefcase to him! Blizzard catches it, and then CATCHES THE GOODE DEAL! Eli kneed the briefcase right into the face of Blizzard! He falls on top for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

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

Mary DeSue: I can't believe this! This is bull[BLEEP]!

Arthur La Forge: EAB laid out Maggie earlier tonight, he tried to pull a fast one against Eli, and she made sure he paid for it!

Mary DeSue: This was none of her business!

Eli slips out of the ring and begins making his way through the Reno crowd, relishing his hard-earned victory. Blizzard, meanwhile, seemingly absorbed the briefcase shot, because he sits up and looks right at Lockheart, grimacing at her.

Arthur La Forge: If looks could kill, our Final Boss Champion would be dead right now.

Mary DeSue: GOOD!

Arthur La Forge: This feud between these two heated up quickly, and now we'll see them clash in two weeks at Devil May Cry!

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Ragdoll & ISAAC vs. Ahmya & Jenny

Ragdoll and Ahmya start off proceedings, the clown smiling gleefully as Ahmya stares daggers at her. Before the bell is even rung Ahmya charges at Ragdoll in a blind rage! She knocks her down with a Lou Thez press and begins raining down right hands! Using her strength from below, Ragdoll manages to roll Ahmya over so she’s now in the mount. Ragdoll returns the favor, unloading a series of punches on Ahmya’s pretty face! Ahmya finally manages to block one of the strikes and counters with a brutal-looking headbutt! The impact of Ahmya’s head causes blood to start streaming out of Ragdoll’s nose. The red liquid smears her white makeup, giving her a look straight out of a horror film.

Mary DeSue: They all float in Reno!

Arthur La Forge: I guess I’m not sleeping tonight. Can’t sleep, clowns gonna eat me.

Ahmya is momentarily stunned at the bloody sight of Ragdoll, giving the clown all the time she needs to retaliate. She stands up and then jumps into the air, driving both her feet right into Ahmya’s face! Ragdoll then begins unloading stomp after stomp on Ahmya, aiming to get some payback! Eventually Ragdoll relents and staggers over to the ropes. She looks out at the crowd, a smirk forming on her lips as the blood continues to flow from her nostrils. Ragdoll pokes out her tongue and begins to lick the blood away as the crowd rain boos down on her. She turns back to see Ahmya beginning to get to her feet. Ragdoll capitalises and bounces off the ropes, nailing Ahmya with a huge curb stomp - LAST LAUGH! Ragdoll makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Ahmya kicks out!

Arthur La Forge: I’m not sure WHERE Ahmya got the strength but somehow she kicked out of one of Jaclyn’s biggest shots!

Mary DeSue: Maybe she got into Bert’s stash! We should check her for contraband!

Arthur La Forge: Either that or she’s not going to stop until she gets revenge!

Frustrated, Ragdoll grabs Ahmya by the hair and pulls her over to her corner. She unloads a huge slap to Ahmya’s face, and tags in ISAAC. The big man climbs into the ring and begins driving shoulder after shoulder into Ahmya’s gut. The shoulder barges drive the air out of Ahmya’s lungs. She gasps for air, but isn’t given a reprieve as ISAAC tags Ragdoll back in. She slaps Ahmya’s chest violently, again, and again. Ragdoll and ISAAC continue tagging in and out, keeping Ahmya trapped in their corner, suffering from a never-ending series of strikes! Queen Machine Jenny tries to interrupt from her corner, but Ref Kirby keeps her from coming into the ring! This allows Ragdoll to rake Ahmya in the eyes from behind. She staggers out of the corner and is lifted into a huge powerslam by ISAAC! The Faction’s monster hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Again the resilient Ahmya gets a shoulder up!

Mary DeSue: Does she want to get a hospital bed next to Bert? STAY DOWN!

Arthur La Forge: If that’s what it takes to get to Ragdoll, I’m sure Ahmya would have no problem with it.

Mary DeSue: Well then she’s as dumb as he is!

ISAAC remonstrates with the ref, claiming it was three. ISAAC picks Ahmya up from the mat as he shakes his head. He places her in the powerbomb position and signals that it’s all over. He lifts her up onto his shoulders, but Ahmya fires back with some right hands! ISAAC loses control for a moment, and she’s able to counter with a hurricanrana! The move drives ISAAC into the mat, and gives Ahmya some time to recover. Jenny calls for the tag, and Ahmya begins to slowly crawl towards her. She’s just barely a fingertip away from tagging in the Queen Machine when she’s pulled away! ISAAC has her by the leg and is heaving her towards the centre of the ring. Hopping on one leg, Ahmya manages to spin around and connect an enziguri to the side of ISAAC’s head! He falls to his knees, but does not actually go down to the ground! Ahmya gets to her feet, and connects with a dropkick, which finally knocks the big man down! Still suffering from the immense beating she’s taken, Ahmya is slow to make it to her corner...but she finally does! Ahmya tags in Jenny, and ISAAC tags in Ragdoll!

Arthur La Forge: Send in the clowns!

Mary DeSue: Jenny isn’t…

Arthur La Forge: Don’t ruin the joke!

Ragdoll runs at Jenny but is taken down by an arm-drag, and another! At the third time of asking, Jenny nails Ragdoll with a running crossbody! She follows this up with a stunning series of blissfully fast high-risk moves: a standing moonsault, a springboard senton, a springboard legdrop and finally split-legged moonsault - ROYAL FLUSH! The Queen Machine hooks both legs.

ONE!

TWO!

Ragdoll kicks out...but is immediately pulled into a figure-four neck lock by Jenny - QUEEN’S GAMBIT! Ragdoll gasps for air but has nowhere to go! Sensing the danger, ISAAC runs in to try and save his partner, but is caught by a missile dropkick by Ahmya! The impact sends ISAAC tumbling out of the ring, and Ahmya follows after him. Ragdoll claws at Jenny’s legs to try and pry them open, but she’s not having it! But before we can see if Ragdoll taps out or not, the Faction’s James and Drake Wilcox rushes Queen Machine. She fights back but is overwhelmed by boots and fists. Drake lifts her by the neck, throwing her from the ring.

Mr. Rad: Your winners by disqualification...AHMYA AND JENNY!

Arthur La Forge: This thing has broken down in a hurry, as we thought it might!

Mary DeSue: Grudge matches tend to do that.

Arthur La Forge: Wait, Ahmya is not done!

Ahmya slips back in the ring and applies the Oyasuminasai on Ragdoll!. Try as he might, James is unable to pull her free. He steps away as Ragdoll’s neck is twisted back, her wild, haunting laughter filling the ring. Gina tosses a chair into the ring as Isaac begins to pry her loose. Ahmya lets free, using the momentum of Isaac pulling her to stand and is able to get one spinning kick into Drake's face, but the massive beast shakes his head. He grabs hold of her, and Isaac grabs hold of a hand. Ragdoll begins to rise, holding her neck. Jaclyn turns away for a moment before running straight at Ahmya, missile dropkick to the midsection. She falls to her knees and Drake pulls her arms behind her back, knee on her spine

Arthur La Forge: That damn clown won’t let up until she’s injured everyone she doesn’t like!

Mary DeSue: She got a faction, she’s got weapons...who’s gonna stop her?

Ragdoll takes the chair in one hand and lifts Ahmya’s face, the young woman still managing to look without fear despite the situation. Jaclyn steps back and taps the chair on the ground.

Arthur La Forge: SOMEBODY get out here and stop this! We can’t have a repeat of last show!

As Jaclyn winds up, the house lights cut out. The fans scream in anticipation of the sound of steel on flesh. After a moment the lights come on, and the fans come alive as PWV Champion Matt Knox now stands between Jaclyn and Ahmya. Isaac is on the mat, seemingly unconscious. Jaclyn grins and winds up, only to eat a thunderous roundhouse kick that levels her!

Arthur La Forge: IT’S MATT KNOX!

Mary DeSue: BERT’S PAPA IS HERE!

Arthur La Forge: They’re not...Knox is here to make Ragdoll and the Faction pay!

Not caring if he steals Knox’s thunder if it means getting another shot at James Wilcox, Adam Miller runs down as well, slides in the ring and spears the leader of the Faction!

Mary DeSue: AND NOW HIM AGAIN?!

Ahmya acts quickly and bashes her heel across James’ mouth for good measure. Jaclyn charges Knox who manages to sidestep her and...KATAHAJIME! THE MERCY!! Drake has recovered, leaping and bashing Knox with a forearm that forces him to break the hold. He stumbles forward and turns but Drake has pulled Jaclyn from the ground and onto his shoulder, making his way to ringside where he deposits the clown onto her feet. They are soon joined by Isaac and James.

Arthur La Forge: That’s a hell of a group right there eyeing Ragdoll and her group...this story just got interesting!

Jenny rolls back in, checking on Ahmya as Miller is only being held back by the ropes from going after Wilcox again. Knox stands between them and the faction, staring a hole into Jaclyn's head. She gives him the single finger salute.

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Sidroy Covington IV vs. Duncan Shepard

Sidroy sneers at Shepard from across the ring before walking to meet him in the middle of it. The two begin jawing at one another, Duncan’s face slowly cracking into a confident smirk. Suddenly, Sidroy slaps Shepard across the face!! The response is near instant as Sidroy is a half word into his scathing before the Power Champion takes the Wisdom Champion down with a double leg takedown. He begins raining right hands down on the Wisdom Champ who covers up as best he can!

Arthur La Forge: One thing we’ve learned about Sidroy is he can turn it on in high pressure situations, and he’s making Shepard eat his words starting out.

Mary DeSue: Remember what he did with LEGION? We haven’t seen that guy since! I wonder what happened to him?

Arthur La Forge: Mary, he’s literally the champion of Uprising. The crowds sing his theme music and everything.

Mary DeSue: Wait, what?!

Sidroy manages to slip away and is instantly on Shepard, trying to lock in a kimura arm bar before the bigger man can get up but Shepard manages to snag onto the ropes after dragging Sidroy. However, Covington yanks the arm as hard as he can, twisting it savagely as the referee begins his count. He gets to four before Sidroy relents. As he gets up, Shepard favors his shoulder with an angry grimace. Sidroy backs away to the opposite ropes, waiting until Shepard is on his knees before running in and nailing him in the side of the head with a big knee strike! He goes for a cover..

ONE

TWO

No! Shepard kicks out! Sidroy shakes his head, and shouts at the ref once before pulling Duncan up.

Arthur La Forge: Duncan Shepard has not been pinned or submitted since he arrived in Level Up. Not even in UGWC. Sidroy is finding out what many others already have.

Mary DeSue: Siddy is DEFINITELY ready for Commander Shepard and don’t you forget it!

He takes him up and over with a snap vertical suplex, before going to the nearest ringpost and climbing to the top rope. He stands up, spreading his arms as he gets there and leaps, going for a diving headbutt..HE NAILS IT! Sidroy flops around holding his head a moment, as Duncan does the wise thing and rolls out of the ring to create some distance. On the outside, Shepard gets to his feet coughing and holding his sternum where the headbutt connected. Sidroy gets up, angered that Duncan ran. He climbs the ropes again and….AIR ABERDEEN! HE CRASHES INTO DUNCAN ON THE OUTSIDE!!

Arthur La Forge: You don’t see the Wisdom champion take to the skies often but that was a BEAUTIFUL dive!

Mary DeSue: Yes! Praise him! And I’m not being paid to say that!

Duncan and Sidroy lay on the floor on the outside. Sidroy manages to get to his feet first and begins stomping on Duncan. He grinds the heel of his boot into the Power Champ’s face which earns a chorus of disapproving boos from the audience! He hauls Duncan up, and goes to whip him into the ringpost...BUT NO! DUNCAN REVERSES! HE YANKS SIDROY INTO A THUNDEROUS SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE!! Duncan quickly rolls in to break up the ref’s count, before going back to Duncan and lifting him by the hair. He then whips him into the guardrail with so much force it sends Sidroy over into the audience!!

Arthur La Forge: This thing is getting very physical, but you almost expected that!

Mary DeSue: They’re fighting like they DON’T have huge matches in two weeks!

Arthur La Forge: They’re definitely not going into their defenses at 100%, that’s for sure.

Sidroy pulls himself up using the guardrail only to eat a stiff right hand from Shepard, who then bashes his perfect face into the guardrail and drags him over by his hair. Sidroy hits the outside floor with a meaty THUD. Shepard pulls him up, and drags him to the nearest ringpost. WHAM he bashes his head into it, then with a yell irish whips Sidroy as hard as he can into the nearest set of ring steps. Sidroy crashes into them and goes over. He falls on the other side screaming in pain and thrashing as he holds onto his knees. Once again, Duncan breaks the refs count and goes to pursue Covington.

Arthur La Forge: At this point it’s hard to even know who’s going to win.

Mary DeSue: Maybe neither will!

Arthur La Forge: I think a lot of fans in Reno would go home unhappy with that decision.

As Shepard lifts Covington, Sidroy suddenly gouges his eyes with his thumb. The referee yells from in the ring, already frustrated with having counted to sixteen in total and currently on four before Sidroy started being a dickbag. Sidroy lets go long enough to snatch the rest of Shepard’s head. He bashes his face into the ring steps once, twice, three times! He then climbs them and nails a double foot stomp right into Shepard’s chest! He rolls the Power Champ into the ring and goes for the cover, and the win!

ONE!

TWO!!

THRee--NO!!! DUNCAN Shepard GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!!

Arthur La Forge: Somehow our Power Champion was able to kick out from that assault!

Mary DeSue: Well he more like lifted his shoulder an inch but still, WOW!

Arthur La Forge: Wow, what a backhanded compliment.

Sidroy is furious! He gets up and backs the referee into a corner, screaming at him. Shepard gets up and sees Sidroy in the corner, but not the ref. He charges in with a big corner splash...BUT THE REF GETS THE WORST OF IT AS BOTH SIDROY AND DUNCAN CRASH INTO HIM!! Duncan sees what he has done as Sidroy crawls away and goes to check on the ref, apologizing and shaking his shoulder. However, Sidroy is already plotting something nefarious as he rolls out of the ring and grabs the Power and Wisdom Titles.

Arthur La Forge: I think Sidroy is tired of this thing not being over.

Mary DeSue: Good! He’s gotta defend his belt against a monster in two weeks, he doesn’t need to be dealing with this Fortnite nerd!

Arthur La Forge: Shepard’s not...I’m not even going to justify that with a response.

Sidroy crawls back into the ring, just as Duncan has given up and turns around to locate his opponent. Sidroy charges forth and goes to nail him with both belts but Duncan sidesteps. As Sidroy turns, he is met with a thunderous headbutt. The titles are ripped from him! Duncan begins windmilling the 40 pounds of gold! Leather and Plates smack Sidroy up as he tries his best to run away like a scalded dog. He however has had enough as he finds an opening and launches his foot into Duncan’s Shepards! Low Blow! Now Sidroy takes his wisdom title and blasts Shepard with it! He tosses the hardware out of the ring and goes for the pin!

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NO ONE IS COUNTING!!

Arthur La Forge: The referee is still down!

Mary DeSue: If Kirby hadn’t of being killed by Raab earlier, he might be up!

Arthur La Forge: It’s definitely been one heck of a night.

Sidroy gets up, frustrated. He sees the referee starting to stir and reprimands him before stalking the dazed Duncan. He paces, waiting for Shepard to get on his hands and knees. He goes for the COVINGTON CAVE IN..BUT NO! SHEPARD EVADES! He gets to his feet quickly, and catches the charging Sidroy with a huge powerslam! He gets up, pulling Sidroy with him before leveling him with a KROGAN’s HANDSHAKE! BIG HEADBUTT! But The Power Champ isn’t done! This is about sending a message! To Tirri! To Lockheart! To whoever wins the Courage title! Sidroy Covington IV gets up looking wobbly and out of it. Shepard kicks him in the gut with a hard toe kick! He snatches him, hooking one leg...REAPER’S BANE!! BUT HE ISNT DONE! SHEPARD LOCKS IN THE BEST LOCK ON THE CITADEL! COVINGTON CRIES OUT IN AGONY! HE RESISTS AS LONG AS HE CAN BUT EVENTUALLY HE TAPS! POWER BEATS WISDOM!!!

Mr. Rad: Your winner of the match...IS OUR POWER CHAMPION, DUNCAN SHEPARD!

Arthur La Forge: Duncan Shepard just picked up possibly the biggest win in his Level Up career thus far, and sent a huge message to the locker room!

Mary DeSue: Poor Siddy, he got his poor face headbutted.

Arthur La Forge: You can’t fault him at all for tapping out though. He’s got a huge match in two weeks and it’s best to take a loss than risk injury and take more losses.

Mary DeSue: The wrong person won…WAIT! Is that? MY BOI!

Up near the entrance, the crowd gets excited as ‘Old School Cool’ is at the top of the ramp, observing. Shepard turns around and lock eyes with him, but all Don Tirri does is simply applaud his upcoming opponent’s win. Shepard nods in respect, as his next fight is looking right at him.

Arthur La Forge: On that note, we are out of time! See you in two weeks in Las Vegas for DEVIL MAY CRY!

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