EXP 23 Results - April 12, 2022 (Evansville, IN)

As the opening video dies down we see an outside shot of the "Old National Events Plaza" in Evansville, Indiana and then we cut inside to see the drone cam fly over the fans in attendance. We see signs that say "wWo WAHHH TAKING WAOVERRRR", "DISRESPECTED!!", "I changed the game and all I got was this lousy sign.", "Hey Ziggy...look...A MACHINE! AHHH!!!", "Donny is the chosen THICCNESS!!", "Chelsea Skye...Will you go to prom with me?", "Free Guy. No please. Free him from his contract he looks like a creep.", and "BUSTIN MAKES ME FEEL GOOD!!" (with a Buster Gloves picture). We pan around and land at the announcers table with Arthur La Forge and Mary DeSue. Arthur is wearing his Captain N letterman's jacket, and Mary DeSue is cosplaying as Sylvanis.

Arthur La Forge: Welcome to EXP Twenty Three Ladies and Gentlemen...

Mary DeSue: And everything in between and beyond!

Arthur La Forge: And speaking of beyond. Tonight's card is beyond your wildest expectations. Tonight is the night that is going to shape our next pay per view extravaganza for sure.

Mary DeSue: So you could say tonight is the "Harbinger of Doom"??

Arthur La Forge: Ohhh...nice one.

Mary DeSue: Thank yah.

Arthur La Forge:...Huh...I guess they aren't trying tonight.

Mary DeSue: I guess WANK! is spent...hehehehe...

Arthur La Forge: Booooo...but I'll allow that bad joke because speaking of...well funny match ideas our opening bout is an interesting one. Four members of the Waluigi World Order will take on Final Boss Champion Joey Crash and the number one contender for the FB title...Duncan Shepard.

Mary DeSue: Oh yeah...this isn't set up to cause a fight.

Arthur La Forge: You don't say! But no, this is a handicap match. Basically four on two. But after that we got "The Roundest" Amhya taking Nocturne in a solo non title match, Paul Freedom taking on Guy Mason, and Victoria Salinas taking on Diamond Steele.

Mary DeSue: I thought you said this card was gonna shape Doom.

Arthur La Forge: I'm getting to those matches, starting with a mutliplayer standard match between the team of Brandon Hendrix and Lord Raab taking on the team of Jason Ryan and Peter Vaughn. Following that we get a Courage Title Contenders Match, winner gets a shot at EXP Twenty Four, with Kat Jones taking on Chelsea Skye!

Mary DeSue: Will they break the curse?

Arthur La Forge: There is no curse! Anyway after that we got Ziggy Morgan taking on Donny Mason for a shot at the Power Title at EXP Twenty Four, followed by a Wisdom Title Contenders Match between Buster Gloves and Riley Heart for a shot at EXP Twenty Four.

Mary DeSue: Oh there is gonna be heartache tonight.

Arthur La Forge: I know...I knowwwww...and to not beat around the bush we got a Multiplayer NON-TITLE match between EAB and Larry Tact of The Game Changers taking on Eli Goode and Brody Adams.

Mary DeSue: Lucky bastards. I'm still pissed about the end of Team THICCNESS!!

Arthur La Forge: And that leaves our main event folks...Where ISSAC will take on a returning Centurion!

Mary DeSue: Damn. This does sound like a great card. FOR THE HORDE!!

Arthur La Forge:...what I aint no Alliance scrub. On with the show!

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Duncan Shepard & Joey Crash vs. The WaLuigi World Order

With the wWo in the ring and Duncan Shepard making his way down, there’s only one person left. The maniacal laughter of Joey Crash’s music fills the arena as the Final Boss Champion ascends walks out onto the stage. He scans the crowd and pops open his long coat, revealing the championship gold around his waist.

Mr. Rad: Ladies and Gentlemen... Introducing your Final Boss Champion... Jooooeeeeyyyy Craaaaaasshhh!!!!!!

Crash strides down the ramp and bypasses the ring entirely, grabbing a mic from the ringside area and patting it three times to make sure it’s live.

Arthur La Forge: Well it looks like the Final Boss Champion isn’t wasting time here, he’s got something to get off his chest before we kick off with our opening contest, a handicap match against the WaLuigi World Order!

Mary DeSue: But he’s not on his own! He’ll be teaming with Duncan Shepard, the man he’ll have to defend the title against at DOOM! Let’s see what Joey has to say and how they cope with the numbers advantage of the WWO.

Joey Crash: Cut my music! Cut the champion’s music!

The music quickly fades as Crash climbs into the ring.

Joey Crash: There’s a couple things I need to address. Last week, I said my own goodbyes to Bert McAlroy... And he shook my hand, just like I told him he would. I told him and I told the world, I will not be blamed for whatever happens to him next. I haven’t gone and whacked Bert like he did to Maggie! I’ve not gone soft... I’ve simply opened the door to a future where Joey Crash is three and zero against your favorite broke-neck junkie. By showing Bert the mercy he denied Maggie I’ve shown that I’m not only the best wrestler in Level Up but I’m also unmatched when it comes to sportsmanship. I’m a role model for the kids!

Arthur La Forge: He certainly thinks highly of himself!

Mary DeSue: Well he is the Final Boss Champion, it’s a bit harder to get any higher! Unless your name is Bert Mc... The weed jokes just aren’t as funny when he’s not around.

Arthur La Forge: And you’re sad that he’s gone?

Mary DeSue: [BLEEP] THAT STONER I HOPE HE RECOVERS BUT VERY SLOWLY!

Joey Crash: It’s about time I address the elephant in the room. Duncan Shepard! What’s about to happen next can be considered a temporary truce. We’re slated to go one-on-one at DOOM and you must be chomping at the bit. Don’t want to let another opportunity go begging do we? I know you’re riding high after that massive victory at The Last of Us - and I suppose congratulations are in order, so here it is! Good for you! Isn’t Duncan great? Everybody, let’s hear it for Big Dunc!

Crash sticks the mic under his arm and begins applauding with bravado and insincerity.

Joey Crash: Glad we got the pleasantries out of the way. But listen up, Dunc! There’s a reason I’m the Final Boss Champion. I mean, just look at me, it was only a matter of time. But there’s also a reason why you’ve never been the Final Boss champion. You’ve had a lovely time swimming in the shallow waters til now. But this gold right here? This championship gold that sits around my waist? It’s out of your league bucko. This is a symbol of excellence in our industry and so far, you’ve barely scratched the surface. So you won a 30 person gauntlet at The Last of Us? Big Deal! A broken clock is right twice a day. The problem is, you think you’ve got what it takes to take this championship away from me. In fact, you think you KNOW you have what it takes! But let me spell it out for you. You don’t have the guts, the mind or the killer instinct to climb to the top of the mountain! As good as you are Duncan… I’m just that much better! But I’ll tell you what... I’ll let you have the first WaLuigi all to yourself. Let’s see if you can impress me.

Joey Crash drops the mic and walks into his corner, tearing off his coat and carefully handing the Final Boss championship to the referee outside.

The Waluigi World Order are here! He’s here! WANK IS HERE! The four Waluigis seem excited just to be here, taunting Duncan and Crash with WAHs from across the ring. Meanwhile, Joey and Duncan seem bemused by the situation. Suddenly, a round object with a skull and cross-bones is thrown by WANK! The bomb collides with Duncan’s face and explodes, completely drenching him in water! The Waluigis explode into laughter, Dude Waluigi is even rolling on the floor!

Arthur La Forge: A water bomb! Really guys!

Mary DeSue: What do you expect from a quartet of wet blankets…

Joey Crash tries to hold it in but he can’t anymore, he starts laughing at Duncan along with the Waluigis! Shepard, not at all entertained by any of this, charges forward and hits a BIOTIC CHARGE on WA-wait, NO! He hits WALINK, who has thrown himself forward as the sacrificial lamb to protect WANK, the most sacred of all four! All three of the other Waluigis start wailing on Duncan, trying to use the numbers game to their advantage. Crash, instead of helping his partner, instead chills out on the top rope, watching the WWO try to take down the number one contender.

Arthur La Forge: And Joey Crash seems very amused by this.

Mary DeSue: Hey if they injure him…one less defense for the champ.

Shepard fights his way up, and delivers a KROGAN HANDSHAKE to each Waluigi, knocking them all down! He then quickly pins WaLink who he hit with the spear before.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Mr Rad: WaLink has been eliminated!

Arthur La Forge: Well there goes the best talker of the four.

Mary DeSue: That’s not saying much.

Duncan then covers Giant Waluigi who is the closest to him.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Mr Rad: Giant Waluigi has been eliminated!

Arthur La Forge: And there goes the big guy.

Mary DeSue: It’s so hard to tell them apart aside from those damn forearms on WANK!

Shepard is about to try and pin Dude Waluigi but Crash interrupts him. He gestures that he would like to eliminate a Waluigi, but Duncan doesn’t take too kindly to that. The two start arguing and Duncan shoves Crash! Crash comes right back and shoves Duncan…who is grabbed by WANK! WANK lifts Duncan up INTO A TORTURE RACK! He starts driving his shoulders into Duncan’s spine as the crowd chants along!

WANK!

WANK!

WANK!

WANK!

Arthur La Forge: I love our fans…

Mary DeSue: It’s their favorite pasttime after all.

Instead of intervening Crash just stares at WANK in disbelief! Dude Waluigi runs up from behind WANK and looks to take out Crash with a clothesline, but Crash kicks him in the gut and lifts him into a THUNDER CRASH! Crash pins Dude!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Mr Rad: Dude Waluigi has been eliminated.

Arthur La Forge: And there goes the only Waluigi with a win.

Mary DeSue: And that says everything about this match…

As the ref is distracted by removing Dude’s fat ass from the ring, Duncan manages to wriggle out from WANK’s torture rack! He lands on his feet and shoves WANK forward, right into a LOADED GLOVE by Crash! The ref never saw the brass knucks! Crash mercifully pins WANK to put an end to this madness.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Mr Rad: Here are your winners … DUNCAN SHEPARRRD AND JOEYYYY CRASH!

Arthur La Forge: Well I don’t think anyone was surprised.

Mary DeSue: I think Duncan was. He got WANKRACKED!

After the match Crash is still chuckling at the fact that Shepard got put in a torture rack by WANK. Shepard isn’t laughing, and just brushes past Crash on his way out of the ring. However before he can get to the ropes, CRASH BLASTS HIM FROM BEHIND WITH THE BRASS KNUCKLES!! Crash rips his title away from the ref and spits on Shepard for good measure.

Joey Crash: Ohohoho!! Mighty impressive there, space cowboy! Color me impressed! Except you forgot to keep your eyes peeled on the biggest threat standing right in front of you! God... You're an absolute state. You think just because you survived The Last of Us, that you can just stroll in here and take this championship away from me? That's now how this works pal... Not by a long shot. You reek of arrogance! I can see through this whole space thing you got going on... And I am done with it. So while you lay down there, mind scrambled from the Loaded Glove you just had for lunch, I want you to remember this. You're not the next guy at the top, you're just the next guy on the chopping block! What the hell could this Buzz Lightyear dude do to me? At DOOM, I'm going to cave in your skull until Andy gets his toy back!

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We open backstage to see Brody Adams standing with Lenny Brasco.

Lenny Brasco: I’m here with Br---

Brody Adams: Shhh.. don’t announce my presence. This is a stealth mission, dude. Follow me, camera guy.

The camera follows Brody as he turns down the hallway. After following for a couple minutes, he turns back towards the camera to block the view of the door behind him.

Brody Adams: Alright. Behind this door is very dangerous territory. If caught by these predators it could be very detrimental to one’s health. Do NOT try this at home.

Brody holds up his hand and gripped between his thumb and forefinger is a silver square. Written on it are the words ‘Stink Bomb XL’. He maneuvers the package so now it is pinched horizontally between his thumb and index finger. Brody smiles as he pinches down and an audible ‘POP’ is heard. Looking closely, you can see the silver square has started to expand. He then turns and we can see that the door behind him is the locker room belonging to The Game Changers. Brody opens the door and throws the silver package into the locker room.

Brody Adams: STAY FRESH, CHEESE BAGS!

Right before he closes the door all the way you can hear someone yell ‘what the hell is that?’ before a louder ‘POP’ is heard as the little silver package explodes. Brody then holds the door shut by holding the handle before sliding a pipe through the handle, so the door becomes jammed shut. He then walks away as the camera stays focused on the door for a moment and we hear the handle turning as The Game Changers attempt to open the door then it slowly fades to black.

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As the bell rings, Ahmya and Nocturne meet in the middle of the ring and shake hands, paying each other a light bow as well to the massive approval of the fans in attendance before they begin circling each other. Nocturne goes for a lockup but Ahmya gets behind her with a drop step, quickly taking Nocturne to the ground and appling a side headlock. After some maneuvering, Nocturne gets Ahmya in a headscissors which makes her break the headlock. However, Ahmya gets out of the headscissors and as they get up, takers Nocturne back down with a headlock takeover.

Arthur La Forge: So far this match is to close to call.

Mary DeSue: Call me an uber. I wanna go back to the hotel and avoid this.

It continues this way. Headlock, headscissors, headlock, headscissors. Eventually, they both pop to their feet. Nocturne rushesi in but the veteran Ahmya takes her over with a deep arm drag. In an unusual show of brutality, Ahmya locks in an arm bar and uses her free arm to begin bashing Nocturne with the point of her elbow! She ends the series by deadlift the stunned and dazed Nocturne up into a German suplex!

Arthur La Forge: A beautiful German!

Mary DeSue: I thought she was Asian…

As Ahmya begins pulling Nocturne to her feet, the plucky rookie fires off with some stiff shots to Ahmya’s midsection before whipping her into the ropes and leveling her with a big leg lariat. She measures Ahmya as she gets up and begins peppering her with round kicks before leaping up and nailing a rana! Nocturne is feeling it, and charges a corner where she bolts up the turnbuckles to the top rope.

Arthur La Forge: Nocturne’s going for it!

Mary DeSue: Five bucks says she stiff’s the landing.

As she gets ready to fly, Ahmya suddenly kips up and charges the corner, practically running up the turnbuckles to snatch Nocturne and nail her with a big, thundering superplex. The fans come unglued as Ahmya swivels her hips, lifting them both up and nailing a second consecutive vertical. Then a third! She releases Nocturne and motons for the end.

Arthur La Forge: Here it comes! A tribute to the fallen Bert McAlroy!

Mary DeSue: UGHHHH!!!

Ahmya waits for Nocturne to get up and fires off a superkick…THE BONG WATER!! She turns and waves toward the camera before scaling the ropes, measuring Nocturne one last time and nailing Hail’s Blessing! She leaps on Nocturne, hooking both legs

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!

DING! DING! DING!

Mr. Rad: Here is your winner…Ahmya!

Arthur La Forge: And “THE ROUNDEST” does it again!

Mary DeSue: Where is that barf bag I had from the plane.

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We cut back to the ring to find Ziggy Morgan standing in it.

Ziggy Morgan: So…Reckon i’m out here because, seems like you can’t find nothin’ in the back but Larry Tact actin’ like a storybook villain and them fellers in overalls wailin at each other. I was booked 2 weeks ago, to fight a literal child. And I'm here to say that ain’t happenin’. Mans gotta draw lines, and it's about time I draw my own.

Ziggy steps forward, leaning over the ropes to speak directly to the audience.

Ziggy Morgan: I’m a quirky feller, I know it. I don’t like or trust modern stuff, I dress like your parents did in their photos….but in this ring, between these ropes? I went toe to toe with two world Champions at once during The Last of Us I held more than my own, and I rocked them to their core. So I implore you in the back, on the iPhone, wherever the booker lives….Gimme a shot, and I’ll do more than make Tact cry from how hard I hit. I’ll-

Ziggy is interrupted by the video package of the one and only “Sauce Boss”. The 5’ 2” millionaire child steps out onto the stage area, dressed in his wrestling gear and luchador mask. Mixed reactions from the crowd greet the boy, and co-host of The Level Up Strategy Guide, also known as Applesauce Jr. He’s dress for combat., but has a mic in hand.

Sauce Boss: People keep telling me, that when I’m older, I can wrestle in this ring. They say I can fight anybody I want to. It’s just not right for a 14 year old to fight with grown men and women. They say that because they’re scared. They’ve seen my game tape. They know I can fight, but they are terrified to take the L from a child. They aren’t ready for the Sauce Boss. How about you Atlanta. Are you ready for some extra sauce?

Sauce Boss works the crowd. Some of whom are excited, others of which are confused for the ramifications of what the adolescent is asking.

Sauce Boss: Ziggy Morgan, every time we see you, you’re just a joke. You’re fighting robots, and lizard people, and circus bears. The head booker doesn’t respect you. You don’t even have a match this week. You’ve barely had any meaningful matches at all. So, why don’t you and I have a match. Right here, right now. In front of these great fans. What do you say?

There’s a pause, where the crowd starts egging on Ziggy to respond.

Ziggy Morgan: “I don’t know Mr. Sauce. Or is it Mr. Boss? Whichever Sir. You seem like a good kid. Smart. Successful. Born into a good family. I mean no disrespect, but there’s no way I’m about to fight a kid on national television. I don’t think, in good conscience, that I could fight you or any other kid.”

Sauce boss pulls a wad of bills out of his pocket and starts waving it in the air.

Sauce Boss: I had a feeling you were gonna say something stupid like that. Look, I came to Level Up to pick a fight with somebody and that somebody is you, Ziggy. We’re both here. We didn’t dress up for nothing. I have five thousand dollars right here and it’s all yours if you can last 3 minutes in that ring with me. That’s a lot of money for a peasant like you. So how about now? Is it money that motivates you? Will you fight me for a payday so your village can finally have running water and medicine?

Ziggy Morgan: Now, now, Mr. Sauce. I appreciate the offer. I really do. But I have to respectfully decline. Isn’t there something better you can do with that money. You could buy a real nice bicycle. Or build a fancy treehouse. Where are your parents anyway? I can’t believe they just let you come out here like this.

Sauce Boss’ patience is wearing thin.

Sauce Boss: I’m 14 years old you butthole, maybe when you were my age, you were tending the fields with ma’ and pa’, but I’m not you. I own a multi-national branding company. I own 7 cars. I have girlfriends on all seven continents. As time goes on, I’m only going to get taller, richer, and more dangerous. I’m going to be a world champion professional wrestler. I’m going to own this place. This is the best chance you’ll ever have to beat me. So fight me you nerd!”

Ziggy Morgan: You know what. Now that you put it that way, I’ve changed my mind. You aren’t a good kid at all. You’re kind of an asshole.

”Oooh” goes through the audience in attendance.

Sauce Boss: Fine Ziggy. Play it that way if you want. But it’s your head that I want. And I always get what I want. I’m the money guy. Somebody in this building is going to beat you up and make you bleed. I would have fought you for five grand, but now I’m doubling it. Any man, woman, child… robot, lizard person, or dancing bear that can bring me the bloody boots of Ziggy Morgan had 10 grand in cash coming their way. So whose it gonna be? Who want to make a quick payday.

The crowd begins to stir as people start talking amongst themselves and pointing at Ziggy. Ziggy noticeably start to get uneasy. He bring the mic to his face to respond, but the several wrestlers and security guards from backstage are now descending upon the ring. Ziggy chucks the mic, hops the guardrail and runs for the nearest exit. The heated crowd throwing popcorn, water bottles, and punches at him.

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We cut to a backstage hallway. Paul Freedom is standing to the right of the frame, his hair freshly spiked over the distinctive cheetah markings on the sides and back of his scalp. His posture is poised and confident. He’s wearing denim drawstring joggers in a vintage blue and a gray T-shirt bearing the phrase “....Just One More Level.” He’s standing in such a way as to open his stance to both the camera and Lenny Brasco, Level Up’s mostly beloved backstage interviewer and merchandise shill, who stands in the left portion of the frame holding a stick microphone up to his own mouth.

Lenny Brasco: Paul Freedom! What crazy random happenstance that I, intrepid wrestling journalist Lenny Brasco, should find you wandering the backstage halls of Old National Events Plaza!

Paul leans in so that the microphone picks up his voice.

Paul Freedom: I thought I was supposed to meet you here before my match.

Lenny leans back and away from Paul, pulling the microphone in closer.

Lenny Brasco: The strangest of coincidences! An unprecedented synchronicity! Now, Paul, do you think it would be safe to say that you’re a rising star of the Level Up roster, quickly shooting up toward your inevitable apogee to rain stellar luminance down upon the wrestling world?

Lenny gingerly extends the mic toward Freedom.

Paul Freedom: That… kinda sounds like an exaggeration. I’m wicked excited to be off to a good start, though!
Brasco snatches the microphone away from Paul as though the words have scalded his hand.

Lenny Brasco: In your Level Up debut, you came in as the tenth entrant to the gauntlet at The Last Of Us Part Two, now available to rent or own wherever the finest of videos are streamed, and managed to hang on until the final four. Do you think it would be safe to say that such an auspicious start was a good omen, prophesying fair tidings and a bountiful harvest for your career?

Paul Freedom: That’s one way to put it, I suppose, but it wouldn’t have been my first choice of how to express it. Thanks, though!
Paul turns his head to beam into the camera.

Lenny Brasco: In that match, you managed to pin a hitherto indomitable Amber Bane-Ryan, weather a brutal beating from her husband Mac Bane, and then return to do the unthinkable, pinning the Bull of the North’s shoulders to the match for the first time in a Level Up ring. What was going through your head as you unlocked these Achievements?

Paul Freedom: A whole lot of blood, I guess.

Brasco blinks several times, dumbfounded.

Paul Freedom: It was coming out a hole in the top of my head for most of the match.

Lenny Brasco: I… see. Last week, you not only managed to defeat Diamond Steele in a thrilling contest of junior heavyweight wrestling action, but you also- excuse me, but do you mind?

Lenny appears to be directing this question over Paul’s shoulder to an offscreen presence. Without speaking or blinking, Guy Manson crosses in front of both men from the right to the left of the shot, pausing to smile and wave into the camera when he reaches the center before continuing on his way.

Lenny Brasco: Ahem. You also had some strong words for the Game Changers, particularly Larry Tact and EA Blizzard, whose action figures are currently on sale wherever the finest of molded plastic is sold. What do you hope to accomplish with your criticism of this immensely influential and marketable group of wrestlers?

Paul Freedom: I don’t really care about their action figures, Lenny, or how marketable they may be. Something I do care about, though, is seeing the Tri-Force represented appropriately. At The Last Of Us, Dionysus fought against the odds with the heart of a lion and came up short due to the meddling of one Larry Tact. At EXP 22, he tried to settle the score by taking on all four Game Changers at once by himself. I don’t see how someone could have seen what I saw and come away thinking that EA Blizzard is an appropriate representative for the Tri-Force of Courage, especially not compared to those who’ve held the title before. I know that either Kat Jones or Chelsea Skye would wear the belt better, and I hope that one of them does so soon. In the meantime, I just want to see the Game Changers held accountable for how they’ve been acting.

Lenny Brasco: And what do you intend to do about it? Do you really think you can stand against the Game Changers alone, and succeed where others have failed?

A thoughtful look crosses Paul’s face.

Paul Freedom: I don’t think so, no. The fact is that they’re all skilled competitors in their own right, and with the four of them joined together I don’t think that anyone on Level Up’s roster could solo that fight. I’m just going to keep doing what I’ve been doing, you know? Trying to grind EXP and gain some levels to prepare me for the more difficult fights to come. I think that- oh, hey, is that Buster Gloves?

Paul Freedom stares to the left of the frame as Brasco turns to look over his shoulder.

Lenny Brasco: It most certainly is!

Paul Freedom: Cool. I think he and I have some stuff we need to talk about face-to-face. Er, in private, too. I hope you understand. Appreciate you!

And with that Paul strides purposefully offscreen.

Lenny Brasco: I’m Lenny Brasco and that was Paul Freedom!...Don’t forget to check the new merch on Level Up Dot Com…damn it…I almost made it thru without shilling.

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Paul Freedom vs. Guy Manson


As the bell rings Freedom starts to circle Manson who just stands there awkwardly waving to the crowd. Freedom stops and reaches out to give Manson a customary good guy handshake. Manson looks around and then slowly moves toward Freedom...and embraces him in a hug.

Arthur La Forge: Well it's that...

...and then Guy Manson chomps down on Freedom's collarbone area and won't let go as Referee Kirby tries to pull him off.

Mary DeSue:...Creepy As F[BLEEP]!!

Manson let's go with a bit of blood in his mouth and Freedom returns fire by hitting Manson with a kick to the gut and following up with a DDT! Grabbing his collar bone, Freedom checks the wound and starts taking the boots to Manson who seems to be just flopping around like a dead fish. Freedom reaches down to pick up Manson and gets poked in the eye for his trouble. Guy gingerly slaps the side of Freedom's face which is returned with a kick to gut. Freedom picks up Manson and hits him with a snap suplex, well a semi-decent snap suplex. Freedom picks up Manson again and goes for a side headlock...BULLDOG!! Freedom keeps the headlock on after the fall and Manson tries to bite his arm again, but this time Freedom gets out of the way. Manson is wiping his hands around his mouth as Freedom looks at Kirby about what to do about the biting issue.

Arthur La Forge: Look out Paul!

Mary DeSue: Creeper Alert!

Freedom turns and gets a spray of purple mist right into the eyes! He stumbles around for a moment, swinging wildly, as Manson gets out of the ring while Freedom flails around.

Arthur La Forge: This is bad! Purple Mist is said to cause tempoary memory loss.

Mary DeSue: What? Mist has rules? He just spit on him!

Arthur La Forge: It's what he spit on him that's the problem. There is a whole chart from this courtesy of Japan.

Mary DeSue: Artie...love yah...but we gotta get you laid ya damn NERD!!!

Manson gets back into the ring and rakes the back of Paul Freedom who turns around and just decks Manson right in the jaw. Both men fall down as Paul Freedom mounts Guy Manson and starts opening a can of whoop ass on Manson's face!

ONE! TWO! THREE!! FOUR!!!

On the attempt of the fifth punch Manson moves out of the way, and the still blinded Paul punches the canvas! Manson hits Freedom with a kick to the kneecap, and followed by a toss into the corner. Manson starts slapping his...butt?


Arthur La Forge: Oh no. Not that move!

Mary DeSue: What move?

Arthur La Forge: Stinkface!

Mary DeSue: He's not gonna...EWWW!!

Manson goes to put his posterior into the face of Freedom, but Freedom kicks him square in the...well butt. Manson goes forward and Freedom gets up still swinging wildly. Freedom seems to have forgotten what little wrestling he's known as he's just going for wild punches. Kick to the gut followed by a bodyslam by Manson! Manson goes up to the third rope..."DEATH STAR"!!!

COVER!!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

Mr. Rad: Here is your winner...by a lot of dirty fighting...Guy Manson!!!

EMT's rush down to get eye wash into Freedom's eyes.

Arthur La Forge: The bad news is Paul's lost this match, but the good news is Purple Mist's dangerous side effect usually only lasts about a half hour.

Mary DeSue: So the guy who doesn't really know how to wrestle will not really know how to wrestle soon?

Arthur La Forge: I mean...kinda...yeah.

Guy Manson stands looking down at Paul Freedom. He just stares that creepy stare as he licks his, now, purple tongue at the camera...

Mary DeSue: CREEEEPPPYYYY ASSSSS FF[BLEEPPPPPPPPPP]!!!!

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As the bell rings Salinas and Steele start brawling, the two not wasting anytime to even lock up. Steele gains the upper hand first by dodging a punch and then kicking Salinas in the stomach, and following it up with a DDT. Steele gets up quickly and drops and elbow to the back of the neck of Salinas. Pickup and snap suplex follows by Steele to Salinas. Steele seems to be focusing on the neck of Salinas as she locks in a headlock to the mat. Referee Pliskin goes to check on the headlock hold to make sure it's not turning into a choke, but by that point Salinas gets their foot on the ropes and Pliskin tells Steele to break the hold.

Arthur La Forge: Keen eyes of Pliskin catch that and Steele has to break the hold.

Mary DeSue: Is it really a hold? I mean. I get it wears on the neck but...

Diamond Steele gets up and kicks Salinas in the gut as she gets up. She picks up Salinas, and seems to set up for the Diamond Cutter. Salinas shoves her off into the ropes. Diamond Steele comes back on the rebound into a Jumping Yakuza Kick! Diamond grabs her face and hits the mat hard as Salinas leaps up to the top rope and comes off with a springboard moonsault! She grabs Steele and slaps her into an Elevated Boston Crab, but due to ring placement after a few moments Steele gets her foot on the ropes and Salinas has to break the hold.

Arthur La Forge: If she had been closer to the center of the ring I think Salinas would have had that locked in for a submission win.

Mary DeSue: I don't think she was a submission...She's signaling for the "Vanity Breaker"!

Salinas picks up the downed Diamond Steele and sets her up for "Vanity Breaker"!! She hits it!

COVER!!!

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!

DING!DING!DING!

Mr. Rad: Here is your winner...Victoria Salinas!

Arthur La Forge: Quick win for Salinas but I honestly think that Yakuza Kick might have done to much damage to Steele's nose for her to get enough air to kick out.

Mary DeSue: The Vanity Breaker didn't help. That's a devastating move.

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Lord Raab waits in his corner to start the match, while Peter Vaughn and Jason Ryan are discussing some strategy. Vaughn appears to be explaining his ideas for the match to Ryan, who shakes his head. Ryan appears to be a bit disgruntled with something Vaughn said, but as Peter goes onto the apron Ryan turns to face Raab and is immediately hit with a corner splash! Ryan is rocked against the turnbuckles and the referee backs up Lord Raab. He then rings the bell and Raab comes charging in again and hits another corner splash on Ryan. Lord Raab brings him out of the corner and hooks him for a vertical suplex. He then goes down to the mat and chokes Jason Ryan until breaking at the count of three. Lord Raab waits for Jason Ryan to use the ropes to stand and then hooks him from behind – Bridging German Suplex! Cover by Lord Raab!

ONE!

PIN BROKEN UP BY PETER VAUGHN!

Arthur La Forge: Nice save by Vaughn!

Mary DeSue: Yeah! Jason definitely needed it!

Undeterred, Lord Raab lifts Jason back up and onto a shoulder. He goes for a Running Powerslam but Ryan elbows him in the head and Raab drops him to his feet. Ryan goes off the ropes and comes charging with a Shoulder Block – Lord Raab meets him with the same and neither man budges! Jason goes to the well once more and charges with a shoulder block. Lord Raab doesn’t budge! Ryan again goes off the ropes but Lord Raab catches him by the throat… CHOKEINATOR! NO! Jason lands a kick to the knee that manages to unsteady Raab, and Ryan lands in front. Discus Clothesline sends Lord Raab against the ropes. Ryan charges in with another Discus Clothesline that sends Lord Raab out of the ring… and Lord Raab lands on his feet! He clutches the ropes and gets back into the ring where Jason lifts him for a Spinebuster and Raab blocks. He shoves Ryan away and when Jason charges Lord Raab evades a Clothesline and hits one of his own. He drags Ryan by the arm to his corner and tags in Brandon Hendrix!

Arthur La Forge: Oh Raab just made Hendrix’s day!

Mary DeSue: Nothing like a grudge match to add spice to…WHOA!

Hendrix wastes no time lifting Ryan to his feet and landing a Butterfly Suplex. Brandon drops to the mat and lands some ground and pound strikes to Jason, who tries to cover up. Hendrix hoists him back up and lands a thundering chop across the chest! He then Irish whips Ryan to the opposite corner and charges with a shoulder block… Ryan gets his legs up and Brandon smashes into the turnbuckle post! Ryan rolls down Brandon’s back and hooks him for a rollup pin!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! HENDRIX KICKS OUT!

Arthur La Forge: That was a close one!

Mary DeSue: Damn it! I was hoping to get a water break…

Jason Ryan stands up and screams at the fans who boo him in return. He turns to Hendrix and lands a knee drop to his neck. He then rolls Hendrix over and lands a second knee drop squarely to the base of the neck. He drops an elbow to his shoulder for good measure, then lifts Brandon up. Peter Vaughn reaches out for a tag and Ryan shouts at him to STAY BACK! Vaughn lifts up his arms in placation as Ryan will not leave the ring with his rival wounded. He gets a rear waistlock on Brandon who hits a back elbow… then another… and a rear Headbutt breaks up the hold! Hendrix goes off the ropes and goes for a Big Boot on Jason who avoids around and reapplies the rear waistslock… German Suplex! He holds on and brings Brandon Hendrix back to his feet for a second German Suplex! Ryan continues to keep his grip tightened and Hendrix looks woozy as Jason hauls him up to complete the Triple German Suplex! Ryan goes for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH– NO! HENDRIX KICKS OUT!

Arthur La Forge: Close but no cigar…

Mary DeSue: Fuck cigars…where’s my vape?

Jason looks unhappy to say the least and takes hold of Brandon’s head to land quick stiff jabs. He gets Hendrix up but Brandon shoves him off and into the ropes… a Clothesline misses the mark and the two go off opposite ropes… Spear by Jason Ryan! He nails Hendrix and flips himself over in the follow through, straight into a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

LORD RAAB BREAKS UP THE COUNT!

Arthur La Forge: And The Monster stops the count!

Mary DeSue: I’m surprised he’s not a Count. Dude makes Dracula look like a sunscreen salesman.

Jason looks infuriated with Lord Raab and the referee for allowing Raab to enter. He starts to get in the referee’s face and telling him off about how to referee the match right! Brandon Hendrix surprises him with a small package from behind!

ONE!

TWO!

TH – VAUGHN BREAKS UP THE COUNT!

Arthur La Forge: And Ryan is saved again by Vaughn!

Mary DeSue: Vaughn would be great in the multiplayer division. Hey Pete! Go talk to Donny!

Both Hendrix and Ryan are quick to their feet and exchange blows! Hendrix catches Ryan with an Uppercut that staggers Jason back and Hendrix goes off the ropes immediately to connect this time with the Big Boot! Brandon doesn’t have enough time to consider a cover as Jason begins getting up rather quickly and Brandon lifts him for a Military Press. Ryan slips out and lands behind Brandon and lifts his rival in a Fireman’s Carry… Silencer!! Ryan drops Hendrix with the Cutter and goes for a cover!

ONE!

Lord Raab enters the ring but Peter Vaughn anticipated this and dives at him with an Flying Elbow…

TWO!

THRE– NO! HENDRIX GETS A SHOULDER UP!

Arthur La Forge: Still not enough! What’s it gonna take?!

Mary DeSue: A missile!

Ryan again gets up and into the referee’s face to give him another tongue-lashing, this time about the count, as Peter Vaughn had sent Lord Raab back into the corner and landed a couple punches to the head during the pin attempt. He now backs up and jumps for a Dropkick in the corner but Lord Raab swats him away. Vaughn is up and Raab hits a throat thrust that sends him stumbling towards the opposite corner. Meanwhile, Ryan turns and Brandon hits a Clothesline that floors him. Hendrix points to Lord Raab and the two get their opponents into opposite corners. They dual Irish whip the two –double reversal! Lord Raab floors Jason with a Big Boot while Brandon is hit with a Dropkick to the Knee by Peter Vaughn that sends him face first into a bottom turnbuckle. Brandon reflexively rolls away from the corner and is ends up halfway towards his own. Vaughn is about to pursue but the referee orders him to get to his corner. Vaughn reluctantly complies and sees Jason Ryan trying to get to his knees. While the referee is checking on Brandon Hendrix the wily Peter rolls Jason in the direction of their corner. The referee turns and sees Vaughn and Ryan make a tag… and Lord Raab tags the back of Hendrix just as Vaughn is entering the ring! Vaughn comes at Raab with a Running Hurricanrana and Lord Raab stops his descent! Raab pulls Vaughn back up into a Powerbomb position… HE TOSSES VAUGHN OVER HIS HEAD AND CATCHES HIM UNDER HIS ARMS! Crucifix Powerbomb on Vaughn! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

VAUGHN KICKS OUT!

Arthur La Forge: AMAZING RESILIENCE FROM PETER VAUGHN!

Mary DeSue: Guys! I need a break. This costume isn’t the easiest to take a pee break in!

Lord Raab lifts Vaughn up and goes for the Bearhug as Jason Ryan disputes the quickness of the count with Referee Pliskin. As Pliskin turns to tell Ryan it was not a slow count, Peter pokes the eye of Lord Raab who releases him from the Bearhug! The referee doesn’t see it and Vaughn follows up with a Sitout Jawbreaker. Lord Raab is sent backpedaling and Vaughn goes off the ropes and comes back with a Sling Blade! He isn’t done as Raab is down on the mat… VAUGHN GRABS HIS HEAD AND ADDS INJURY TO INSULT! HE VICIOUSLY RUBS RAAB’S FACE IN THE MAT! Vaughn waits on the stunned Lord Raab to get to his feet… THE KEY HOLDER RIPCORD DDT! Peter covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE– NO! LORD RAAB GETS A SHOULDER UP!

Arthur La Forge: And that’s not gonna keep his lordship down either!

Mary DeSue: GUYS COME ON!!

Jason Ryan and Brandon Hendrix had both entered the ring as the kickout occurred and charge each other! Ryan hits a Running Knee that takes the wind from Brandon’s sails. He then throws Hendrix out of the ring… only for Vaughn to send Lord Raab crashing into Ryan who goes tumbling onto the ring apron! Hendrix comes in with a Drive By Dropkick that sends both men rolling onto the floor! Lord Raab stumbles back into Peter Vaughn who catches him with a forearm to the back…. REVENGED!! NO! LORD RAAB HELD THE ROPES AND VAUGHN HITS THE MAT HARD! Lord Raab turns as Vaughn is getting to his feet… Raab grabs Vaughn by the throat… CHOKEINATOR!! Vaughn goes crashing to the canvas but Raab also hits the mat from Vaughn’s recent offensive flurry…

Arthur La Forge: It’s hard to keep track of what’s going on!

Mary DeSue: Artie…I gotta go…

Raab starts crawling over to his corner as Brandon gets back onto the ring and extends his arm out for a tag. Suddenly, Jason Ryan runs in and pushes Brandon off the edge of the ring before flipping him off. Jason kicks Raab in the side of the head before dragging Peter over to his side of the ring and forces a tag in. Jason enters the ring, and leans in the corner, eyeing Raab before running. Suddenly he runs into a steel chair to the stomach! Brandon Hendrix has just attacked Jason with a chair! The referee has no choice but to call the disqualification in favor of Peter Vaughn and Jason Ryan! Brandon slams the chair across the back of Jason Ryan before lifting up the chair to crush his head, but Peter Vaughn clubs Brandon from behind, dropping him to the mat. Suddenly, Raab gets to his feet and spins Peter around and rocks him with an Uppercut that sends Peter Vaughn through the ropes. Raab exits the ring and grabs Peter by the neck and throws him over the barricade into the crowd as they continue fighting into the fans. Jason Ryan leans against the turnbuckle in the corner and Brandon is on his knees, grabbing his neck from the forearm of Peter. Both men look at the chair then at each other, a burning hatred filling each other's eyes as they lunge at the chair. Both grab one end of the chair and yank on it before Brandon pulls Jason in with a headbutt then gets full grip of the chair before swinging for his head but Jason ducks under the ropes and makes it to the ramp quickly.

Mr. Rad: The winners of this match as a result of a disqualification…Jason Ryan and Peter Vaughn!!!

Arthur La Forge: A DQ FINISH! Come on! This was a great match!

Brandon unfolds the chair, sitting it in the middle of the ring before walking over to the corner of the ring and getting a microphone from the announcer before walking back over and sitting down in the chair.

Brandon Hendrix:... Jason… this has to end. All the comments, all the attacks, it all has got to end. And it will…. At Doom. You see Jason.. I know what it will take to get this match, and I wasn't sure before if I was ready to step inside of this place I have to go in order to end this rivalry, but I need to finish this chapter in my life. So, I'm issuing you the ultimatum Jason Ryan. I'm not asking for some regular match, no no that's not going to cut it for us. So, I suggest we do… chairs… kendo sticks… barbed wire… razor wire…tables… glass… everything… and we do this inside a twenty foot chain linked hell. No pinfalls, winner comes from submission or knockout…
Jason Ryan… we're ending this…IN TWISTED METAL MAYHEM!"

The crowd goes crazy as a sick smile appears on the face of Jason Ryan who nods, agreeing with the stipulation. Brandon stares down at Jason before raising the microphone back up.

Brandon Hendrix: "At the end of that war… the end of my final Level Up Wrestling match… you'll remember one thing:

I AM.."

Brandon Hendrix/Crowd: "BRANDON. FUCKING. HENDRIX!"

Brandon Hendrix: "And I'm prepared to die if it means ending you once and for all."

Brandon drops the microphone as 'In My Zone" starts playing as it's official for DOOM: Brandon Hendrix versus Jason Ryan in Twisted Metal Mayhem!

Arthur La Forge: TWISTED METAL MAYHEM IS COMING TO DOOM FOLKS!!! ORDER NOW!!!

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Chelsea Skye goes for a handshake to start but Jones is having none of it as she piefaces Skye, ducking a retaliatory right hand by Chelse and coming up with an uppercut that rocks her. Jones takes advantage of her being stunned to nail a sit out jawbreaker on Skye. Jones is up to her feet in an instant, bouncing off the ropes and coming down across Skye’s midsection with a big knee drop.

Arthur La Forge: What a jawbreaker!

Mary DeSue: I’m back. What’d I miss?

Kat pulls Skye up and whips her into the ropes, she goes for a superkick but Skye stops short to evade it! She then fires off one of her own, turning Janes around. Skye fires off another superkick to the back of her neck before leaping up on her shoulders and siking her head into the mat with a posonrana! Skye transitions into a side headlock, wrenching down hard on the head and neck of Jones who waves Ref Krby off when he checks on her.

Arthur La Forge: That was a particularly nasty hit.

Mary DeSue: Who told you?? I mean…nothing happened in the back room…

Kat fights to her feet despite Chelse doing all she can to wrench on the hold and wear her down. Kat fires off elbows into Skye’s midsection before firing her off into the ropes. Kat goes for a shoulder tackle but Skye knocks her on her ass. Skye runs the ropes but Kat rolls on her stomach, going for the trip. Skye leaps over. Kat jumps up and catches Skye with a releases belly to belly into the corner!

Arthur La Forge: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEXXXX

Mary DeSue: Oof…That hurt.

Skye crashes, then crumples face down. Kat once again goes to pick her up by her hair only for Skye to shove away from her, then catch Kat with a drop toehold as she charges in. Kat goes face first into the middle turnbuckle. Skye leaps up and swiftly firesa knee again into the head and neck area of Kat before pulling her to her feet and nailing a picture perfect backdrop driver. Skye bolts up and scales the ropes.

Arthur La Forge: Backdrop Driver and she’s going up top to finish off Jones!

Mary DeSue: Maybe I should have taken more time to enjoy my “break”.

She balances on the top, wobbling at first but steadies herself. Chelsea Skye leaps off with a 450 splash but Kat Jones gets her knees up! Skye bounces off them, rolling across the ring in pain as Kat takes a moment to recover. The two get up at the same time and nod, charging to the middle of the ring and resolving to brawl it out with rights and lefts. Eventually, it seems like Skye is getting the upper hand.

Arthur La Forge: This Brawl could be what settles it all!

Mary DeSue: Hehehe…Brawl…

Until Kat ducks an errant haymaker and nails a thunderous superkick! She then snatches Chelsea Skye and nails her with Kat-astrophe!! Skye’s head spikes into the mat as Kat rolls over and pins her, hooking both legs and smirking confidently into the camera.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING![/i]

Mr. Rad: Here is your winner and the number one contender for the Courage Title…Kat Jones!!

Arthur La Forge: And Kat Jones is getting a shot at E.A. Blizzard’s Courage Title!

Mary DeSue: Nice...Whoa…head space…

Kat stands up, waving off the ref trying to raise her hand and grinding the heel of her boot into Skye’s face as she steps over her, heading up the ramp and to the back.

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DING!DING!
WHAM!!! And the punches have started as both Ziggy Morgan and Donny Mason want this shot at the Power Title and neither man is gonna back down as the fury of fists keeps going on as the fans get on their feet.


THICC COWBOY SHIT!! THICC COWBOY SHITT!!

Arthur La Forge: These two men both have something to prove with Ziggy wanting to get taken more seriously and...

Mary DeSue: This isn't even a contest! SON OF THICCNESS SHALL REIGN!!

Arthur La Forge: Now Mary...

Mary DeSue: I SWEAR ARTIE!! THICCNESS SHALL BE AVENGED!!

As the slugfest continues Donny Mason finally has enough of playing Mike Tyson's Punchout and grabs Ziggy by the waist. Bearhug! In the center of the ring. Ziggy keeps trying to punch down into Donny's face to make him break the hold, but "The Son of Old School" isn't letting up, but does turn the bearhug into a belly to belly suplex! Both men are down for a moment but Ziggy has definitely taken the worst of the damage. Donny Mason gets up and picks up Ziggy. Stalling Suplex, Pickup into a Neckbreaker, and then followed up by repeated knee strikes to the head! Ziggy's getting his ass whooped and these fans are all here for this match. Sidewalk Slam by Donny Mason...COVER...

ONE!

KICKOUT BY ZIGGY!!

Arthur La Forge: It's gonna take more to keep down Ziggy than that.

Mary DeSue: Oh please. That Cowboy isn't fit to clean Donny's jock!

Donny argues with Referee Kirby for a moment, but decides to continue the assualt. He picks up Ziggy and tosses him into the ropes, looking to go for a back body drop. Ziggy bounces off the ropes. SHOTGUN DROPKICK! Donny Mason is down and Ziggy is up, moving on up even, to the top rope and landing a picture perfect top rope elbow drop to the chest of Donny Mason. Snap Suplex from Ziggy to Donny! Package Piledriver from Ziggy! Ziggy leaps up and goes for a moonsault...COVER!!!

ONE!!

FOOT ON THE ROPES BY MASON!

Arthur La Forge: And there it is folks. Learning from a veteran there Donny Mason has shifted the tide of this match again.

Mary DeSue: Told you that Cowboy was an idiot. Hey Ziggy! I GOT A PHONE! YA SCARED!

Ziggy picks up Donny Mason and tosses him into the ropes. Going for a Discuss Lariat, but Donny ducks it. Donny rebounds off of the ropes and Ziggy heads to the opposing side. Criss Cross. Criss Cross...DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! Both men are down!

ONE!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

Donny Mason pulls himself up thanks to the ropes. He walks over and stomps on Ziggy! Donny looks at the nearest turnbuckle. He's going for "Tribute!" from the second rope...Ziggy rolls out of the way and Donny Mason hits the mat hard. Ziggy gets up and hits a running boot on Donny Mason!! Ziggy calls for "Clint Eastwood"...HE HITS IT!!!

COVER...

ONE...

Mary DeSue: NO!

TWO...

Arthur La Forge: This could be it!!

THREE!! DONNY MASON KICKS OUT JUST AS KIRBY HITS THE THREE!!

DING! DING! DING!

Mary DeSue: SON OF A [BLEEP] I SWEAR TO [BLEEPING WILL CONTINUE UNTIL GIRL QUITS BEING CRAZY]

Mr. Rad: Here is your winner and number one contender for the Power Title...Ziggy Morgan!!

Donny Mason is livid at Kirby saying it was a two count. The offical and Donny continue to argue as Ziggy celebrates in the ring.

Arthur La Forge: Something tells me this isn't over...

Mary DeSue: PILE OF MONKEYS[BLEEP]!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

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Buster Gloves vs. Riley Heart

Buster Gloves jumps onto the apron wearing a t-shirt with THE ADVANTAGE on it, and applauds Riley Heart as she makes her way to the ring. He holds open the ropes for her and Riley flashes her ass before accepting the invitation and stepping through the ropes.

Arthur La Forge: And here starts the match to determine the number one contender to face off against Amhya for the…

Mary DeSue: DONNY!! WHYYYYyyYyyYyY…

Ref Crash calls for the bell, and Buster steps forward, offering a handshake before the grappling gets underway. Riley looks out to the crowd, who are urging her to accept the handshake. She steps forward…but instead of taking Buster’s hand she sucker punches him right in the nose! Buster recoils, holding his nose which has sprung a leak! Blood is pouring out of Buster’s nose and Riley smells blood in the water. She zeroes in on Buster and targets the nose with nasty punches! Backing him into the corner, Riley continues to wail on Buster before driving her knee into his injured ribs! Buster gasps for air but Riley’s not about to let up, she hooks his head and sends him head over heels with a northern lights suplex! Cover!

ONE!

Buster kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: I know you are upset Mary, but we gotta be professional.

Mary DeSue: I am a professional! I AM A PISSED OFF PROFESSIONAL!!

Riley continues to stomp away on Buster’s tender midsection. Blood running down from his nose to his chest, Buster tries to crawl away and gets to the ropes. He starts hauling himself up but Heart is on him, driving her elbow right into his bloodied nose! She then starts choking him out on the ropes, breaking the hold at the count of four from Ref Crash. Riley then whips Buster off the ropes and lowers her head, looking for a back body drop. Buster manages to stop himself on the rebound and take her legs out from under her. He wraps his arms around her ankle and sinches in an ankle lock in the middle of the ring!

Arthur La Forge: Ankle Lock Submission is locked in!

Mary DeSue: I need to send Donny something to cheer him up. Poor Son of Thiccness…

Riley flails around and starts crawling towards the ropes. Just as she gets close to the bottom rope, Buster yanks her back to centre canvas. He applies even more torque on Riley’s fragile limb, threatening to break it in two! Buster is seething after the sucker punch in the early going, and is looking to punish his own student! In a last-ditch effort, Riley uses her athleticism to spin around onto her back, and kick Buster off of her, freeing herself from the submission! Buster is back on her but she halts his momentum with a thumb to the eye! Buster staggers back and Riley clotheslines him over the top rope and to the outside. Riley slips through the ropes and stands on the apron, sizing Buster up. She charges along the apron and leaps off, connecting with a cannonball that takes out Buster! Riley rises and taunts to the crowd, who shower her in boos. She picks up Buster and rolls him into the ring. She follows in after and hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Buster kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: And a near fall on Buster Gloves by Riley Heart!

Mary DeSue: Near my ass…He’s letting her get the upper hand.

Arthur La Forge: How do you figure that?

Mary DeSue: Artie…do you wanna wrestle me?

Arthur La Forge: Uhhh…

Mary DeSue: That’s why Artie. That’s why.

Frustrated with a two count, Riley pounds the mat, then gives Ref Crash a mouthful. She stomps on Buster’s midsection, then runs, bounces off the ropes, hops off Buster and on the rebound drives her knees into his back! She lifts him up and then grabs his arm, hooking it over her head, and heaving him up into a fireman’s carry. Riley goes for the SOUTHERN BELLE! NO! Buster counters the GTS attempt, managing to wriggle out behind her and lock in a rear naked choke! Buster wrenches back, using his size to restrict Riley’s throat…but she doesn’t seem to mind? In fact, Riley is smiling! It’s like she’s enjoying being choked out!

Arthur La Forge:...I…

Mary DeSue: WE DO NOT KINKSHAME HERE!!!

Arthur La Forge: Yes Ma’m.

Buster is caught off guard by this, and his momentary laps in concentration allows Riley to grab his crotch! She gives it a squeeze and Buster immediately breaks the hold, jumping away from her. Riley smirks, seeming to love every second of messing with Buster. Riley walks over to Buster and cheekily extends a hand, offering her own handshake. The crowd are very clear in their direction for Buster to NOT take the handshake but, maybe against his better judgment, Buster does! The two shake hands, but Riley suddenly pulls Buster in close to her and…licks the blood off of his nose?!

Arthur La Forge: …Nope. Not gonna say it…

Mary DeSue: Say what…

Arthur La Forge: DEAR NINTENDO POWER!! YOU WILL NEVER GUESS WHAT I SAW TODAY!!!

Buster is stunned and Riley is loving every second…then she tries to sucker punch him again, but Buster blocks it and drills her with an elbow strike! The strike bloodies Riley who looks like she is aroused by the sight of her own blood…until she gets rocked with a HEART PUNCH by Buster! Riley stumbles back clutching her gut, and Buster follows up by pulling her into a Muay Thai clinch and driving his knees into her gut. He then pulls her forward by the arm, pummeling her with another HEART PUNCH before sinching in THE SOUL CRUSHER! Once again Riley is being choked out, this time with a Standing D’Arce Choke! It’s too hard for the audience to see if Riley is enjoying it, but she isn’t making any attempt to escape! Slowly, her legs begin to buckle, then she falls to the mat! Ref Crash comes in to check any signs of life in Riley…AND CALLS FOR THE BELL!

DING DING DING!

Mr Rad: Your winner by way of technical knockout … BUSTERRRR GLOVES!

Arthur La Forge: A chokeout victory for Buster Gloves

Mary DeSue: But did he use the safe word.

Arthur La Forge: Konami Code.

Mary DeSue: …well I just learned something about you!

Buster accepts a towel from one of the medical staff and wipes away some of the blood from his nose. Ref Crash raises his hand in the air, but Buster is more concerned on making sure that Riley is OK. He rouses her and she slowly comes to. Buster helps her out of the ring and the two make their way to the back, arm in arm. Riley, bloodied but satisfied, grins as they make their exit.

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Eli Goode and EA Blizzard start out for their teams. Goode confers with Adams in his corner before the champs slap hands. EA and Tact do the same, but end their conference with a handshake before EA turns and smirks to Eli Goode. The two men meet in the middle of the ring, Goode not backing down as he bumps chests with the bigger man he has so much history with here in Level Up. EA seems content to arrogantly smirk which causes Eli to slap him across the face.

Arthur La Forge: YES! YES! THAT MADE MY [BLEEPING] NIGHT!

Mary DeSue: …Damn Artie.

EA slowly turns back to Eli, face red from both the slap and anger as he swings but Eli ducks the blow and begins firing stiff kicks to the outside of EA’s knee. EA shoves Goode off, who comes charging back in with a shotgun dropkick that stumbles the big man. Emboldened, Eli charges the ropes and goes in for another but EA cuts him off with a big boot that instantly flattens Goode, the size and power finally coming into play.

Arthur La Forge: Come On Eli! Show this poser why you’re “That Damn Goode”!

Mary DeSue: Your Bias is showing…

EA begins mercilessly stomping at Eli who tries to crawl to the ropes, however EA reaches down and snatches him by the hair on his head. He yanks Eli up slowly, only for Eli to break the grip and nails a jawbreaker on EA that sends him stumbling toward his corner where Larry Tact blind tags himself in, and steps into the ring. Eli Goode is trying to get to his corner but Larry snatches him by the ankle, yanking him away and locks in the Jigoku Jime in the middle of the ring!

Arthur La Forge: Jigoku Jime!!!

Mary DeSue: Bless you…

Arthur La Forge:...Not funny.

Larry wrenches on the neck and shoulders of Eli who cries out in pain. The ref asks if he wants to quit but Eli refuses, desperately trying to drag himself with his legs to the ropes. When he gets there, he desperately wraps both ankles around the bottom rope. The ref begins his four count, only for Tact to roll over and into a crucifix pin!!

ONE!

TWO!!

Brody Adams breaks the pin up, then pays Tact another couple of kicks for good measure on his way out. EA takes exception to this and charges in, taking Brody over the top rope and to the outside where the two hosses splat onto the floor. Tact stands, looking out at the display with a smirk crosses his face. He turns his attention back to Goode, lifting him up and nailing him with a knee to the face before setting him up and nailing a double underhook piledriver!

Arthur La Forge: A nasty Double Underhook Piledriver!

Mary DeSue: Pile Drive Her…I thought Riley’s match was over.

Arthur La Forge: …I’d be mad, but that was a good one.

On the outside, Brody and EA continue trading rights and lefts with neither man gaining much ground. Eventually, Brody manages to catch a charging EA with a drop toehold that sends him face first into the ring steps. In the ring, Tact is going for a powerbomb but Eli reverses it with a beautiful hurricanrana! The fans come unglued! Brody goes nuts, smacking the ringpost and willing Eli to crawl to him, hand outstretched.

Arthur La Forge: So close!

Mary DeSue: What you say to the screen while on P[Bleep]Hub?

Eli crawls toward his corner, reaching out..but Tact catches him again!! Eli gets to one foot, hopping on one foot before leaping and nailing a beautiful enziguri! Tact goes down and Eli leaps and tags in Brody Adams! The big man comes in and nails Tact with a clothesline just as he’s getting up! EA slides in but Brody catches him with a thunderous spinebuster! Tact is to his feet but wobbly. Sensing the opportunity, Brody unleashes the Brodyline! Tact is turned inside out! Brody goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRee–NO!! EA BLIZZARD BREAKS IT UP!

Arthur La Forge: SCREW YOU YA BALD PILE OF CRAP!

Mary DeSue: Calm down Artie…I might have to use the Konami Code.

Arthur La Forge: …I really regret a few minutes ago.

The ref begins yelling for EA to get out of the ring, but he’s cut off by the springboard missile dropkick of Eli Goode! EA is sent out of the ring once more with Eli in pursuit, the two brawling on the outside as Brody pulls Tact up. The ref is busy admonishing Goode and EA and misses the low blow by Tact that doubles Bordy over! The fans boo and yell at the now befuddled and confused ref, who trunks to find Tact still recovering on one knee and Brody toppled on the ground.

Arthur La Forge: A low blow by a low life!

Mary DeSue: Damn Artie!

Arthur La Forge: I’m getting real tired of all these cheap tricks.

Mary DeSue: I…

Arthur La Forge: Nope! Don’t even think it!

Tact stands, shoulders heaving in fury as he signals for the end. Brody gets to his feet and charges in with a clothesline but Tact ducks, catching him with a neckbreaker before slowly standing up, seemingly mocking Brody as he scuffs his foot against his forehead. On the outside, EA has caught Eli and is ragdolling him with Crunch Time! He then shifts to position himself and heaves Eli over ina belly to belly release right through the announce table!

Arthur La Forge: CLEAR!!

Mary DeSue: MY WEE…My bag of oregano…

Tact chuckles in the ring,waiting for Brody to get up as EA slides in to join him. Brody eats a stiff right from Tact that turns him to EA who nails him with The Industry Standard! There is no mercy here though, as EA instantly sets to pull the worn out big man to his feet, shoving him to Tact who in a feat of miraculous strength hits Brody Adams with The Starbreaker! He stands, and rests a foot on the downed man’s chest

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Mr. Rad: Here are your winners by pinfall…Larry Tact and E.A. Blizzard…The Game Changers!!!

Arthur La Forge: Damn it to hell! Damn! It! To! Hell!

Mary DeSue: Can you uh…hand me that bag…

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Centurion walks around, hoping to avoid the mammoth ISAAC's grasp in the early portion of the match. As ISAAC moves in, Centurion hits a kick to the hip and upper thigh to weaken his stance. ISAAC backs off, recovers and goes back in and gets another kick to the quad. Then another. And another. And another. Centurion runs off the ropes to press his advantage and is immediately taken down by a shoulder barge from ISAAC, who goes for a quick cover.

ONE!

TW---Cent kicks out before two. ISAAC reaches down to lift Centurion up, but gets more kicks to the leg for his trouble. He gets Centurion up anyway, but Cent uses the momentum to leap up over ISAAC and pull him down into a sunset flip!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--NO! ISAAC kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: Centurion is hoping to get some revenge here for what the Game Changers did to him at Final Fantasy.

Mary DeSue: Yeah well, he's just an outsider! The Game Changers are what's best for business!

Arthur La Forge: The Game Changers need to be taken down a few pegs and a legend like Centurion might be the one to do it.

Mary DeSue: Nah, ISAAC gonna tear him apart.

Centurion applies a headlock while he can, but ISAAC shoves him off with ease. Centurion bounces into the ropes and ducks a lariat from the large Game Changer, before leaping up and attempting the headlock again. ISAAC attempts to backdrop him off, but Cent lands on his feet and re-applies it, while kicking at the leg again. The strategy appears to work, as ISAAC drops to a knee, but then he powers up and lifts Centurion WITH ONE ARM and lands a back suplex! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Centurion kicks out.

Arthur La Forge: This time it's ISAAC to get a pin attempt, as it's surprisingly even so far.

Mary DeSue: This is the biggest match of ISAAC's career and he's not gonna waste it!

Arthur La Forge: If he can win on his own, I'll give him full credit.

Again ISAAC lifts up Centurion and again he gets a hard kick to the quad. He's visibly limping now as he tries to create distance, but Centurion won't let him. He continues to kick the muscular legs of ISAAC in the ropes of destroying his vertical base. One more kick sends ISAAC back down to a knee, allowing Centurion to grasp the head and drop forward with a bulldog! Quick cover!

ONE!

TWO!

No. ISAAC powers out. This time Centurion goes for another kick as ISAAC gets up and the giant avoids it and simply shoves Cent away into the turnbuckle. He charges in as quick as he can, but Cent drops down out of the way and he collides with the turnbuckles chest first! ISAAC slides outside to recover, and Centurion presses his advantage by running and diving through the ropes with a tope suicida! He collides into ISAAC and knocks him into the barricade!

Arthur La Forge: A tremendous dive from Centurion! ISAAC has had more trouble than you'd think with the size advantage he has!

Mary DeSue: Centurion's taking advantage of his youth and inexperience! It's not fair!

Centurion climbs up the stairs and actually dives off with a V-Trigger, but ISAAC drops down to avoid it. Cent lands on his feet and staggers forward, then turns around right into a HARD lariat from ISAAC! The Game Changer lifts Cent up, not with ease due to his leg, and throws him into the ring. And the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Th...no! Centurion kicks out. ISAAC tries to lift him up and catches several elbows to the head. Cent backs up, runs off the ropes and dives for a V-Trigger and ISAAC catches him! He then hoists him up in the air and SLAMS him back down a powerslam! Another cover!

ONE!

TWO

THR---NO! Cent barely gets the shoulder up!

Mary DeSue: That's three!

Arthur La Forge: It is not! Centurion kicked out.

Mary DeSue: Well it was three in my heart.

ISAAC argues with referee Kirby, and Centurion pulls himself up in the corner. ISAAC charges in and Cent gets the feet up into his face. He comes back out and attempts a strike but ISAAC shrugs it off and roars before knocking him down with a shoulder tackle. He then runs, bounces off the ropes and mows Cent down again with another tackle. He runs off the ropes and tries for another but Centurion COUNTERS WITH THE V TRIGGER! ISAAC goes down to a knee! Centurion gets back up, groggy, then comes in and hits ANOTHER V TRIGGER TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--NO! ISAAC barely gets his own shoulder up!

Arthur La Forge: Size or no, you have to give ISAAC credit for hanging with a legend like Centurion this long!

Mary DeSue: About time you give him credit for something!

Arthur La Forge: ISAAC has all the potential in the world, and here, left to his own devices, he's hanging with one of the best in the business!

Centurion demands that ISAAC gets up, and he wraps the arm and attempts the 1000 Mile Slam, but can't quite get the big man up. ISAAC can get Centurion up, however, and does, throwing him behind him with a German Suplex...CENTURION LANDS ON HIS FEET! He stumbles backward against the ropes and bounces off to hit ISAAC with the BLOODY SYMPHONY! HE COVERS!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE---NO!!! ISAAC gets a foot on the ropes!!

Mary DeSue: FOOT ON THE ROPES! FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Arthur La Forge: Yes Mary, we all see it. Excellent prescence of mind beyond ISAAC's years.

Mary DeSue: That's the tutelage of Larry Tact!

Arthur La Forge: Centurion still has some bullets in the chamber though, and he's wearing ISAAC down.

Centurion gets up and seems exasperated that wasn't three, but knows to remain focused. ISAAC also pulls himself up and runs at Centurion, who dropkicks the knee and causes him to crash into the middle turnbuckle. He gets up and staggers back and Centurion gets a chop block! ISAAC crumbles down and Centurion grabs the massive legs, attempting to turn the big man over into the FALL OF ROME! He is slowly getting ISAAC over, slowly, but the large competitor uses his strength to turn back over and cause Centurion to flip over on his back! Centurion scrambles to his feet and ISAAC gets up, the two run at each other and Centurion leaps for the Bloody Symphony but ISAAC GETS THE SPEAR!!!! The move nearly splits the legend in half! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE---NO!!!! CENTURION KICKS OUT!

Arthur La Forge: A massive spear from a massive man and Centurion is STILL IN IT!

Mary DeSue: I can't believe it! Hit him again!

As if he hears her, ISAAC demands that Centurion rise. He places him head-first in a cravate and prepares for the HEADHUNTER, but before he can, Centurion drops to his knees and chop blocks the legs again! ISAAC goes down and Centurion grabs him before SUCCESSFULLY turning him over into the Fall of Rome!

Arthur La Forge: He's got it! He might make the big man tap out!

Mary DeSue: Oh no you don't!

ISAAC is in clear pain and the crowd is cheering...but the cheers turn to boos as we see Drake Wilcox coming down the ramp. The other Game Changer is even bigger than ISAAC and it seems he's coming to interfere! Centurion sees him, ignores him and wrenches in the hold, hoping to get the tap out anyway. Drake begins to climb on the apron...when suddenly PAUL FREEDOM has run down and grabs him by the ankle! He manages to successfully pull Drake down, but is immediately overwhelmed by the size of him. Freedom dives at him anyway with flailing punches and Drake grabs him into a gorilla press and lets him fall face first into the apron!

Arthur La Forge: Oh come on! That's not necessary.

Mary DeSue: Well why doesn't the kid mind his own business?

Arthur La Forge: Why doesn't DRAKE mind his own business?

Mary DeSue: This is Game Changer business!

Centurion releases the hold, against his better judgment and runs out to the apron. He calls out for Drake to get up and he does, allowing Cent to hit PK kick that knocks the big man down! He then quickly gets up to his feet and attempts to get back into the ring, but Drake is grabbing at his ankle! Centurion kicks him off and climbs back inside, turning around INTO A SECOND SPEAR FROM ISAAC! The big man basically hopped on one leg to do it! And he covers!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Mr. Rad: Here is your winner....ISAAC!

Arthur La Forge: OH COME ON!

Mary DeSue: Biggest match of his career! You said that, Artie! AND HE WON!

Arthur La Forge: You know damn well that Centurion was going to make him tap out before Drake got involved!

Mary DeSue: Centurion didn't have to save the kid, he chose to! And ISAAC made him pay.

Arthur La Forge: No, Drake did by preventing him from getting back inside.

ISAAC gets up to one foot and calls Drake inside. The two big men now stand in the ring, staring down at Centurion, who is clutching his ribs and trying to recover. The Game Changers both begin to circle him.

Arthur La Forge: This is not good.

Mary DeSue: Send him back to XWF or UGWC or whatever! No more interfering!

Centurion gets to his feet and the two large Game Changers stand on either side of him...when suddenly a chair goes flying into the air...and Centurion catches it! Drake and ISAAC are confused and suddenly Drake is STRUCK IN THE BACK WITH A CHAIR! Paul Freedom has delivered the shot!

Arthur La Forge: Freedom is now returning the favor from Centurion saving him earlier!

Mary DeSue: Goody-goody losers.

Centurion nods at Freedom and with his own chair, takes a wild swing at ISAAC, who drops down and rolls out of the ring to avoid a potential concussion. Drake clutches at his back and does the same and the two Game Changers head up the ramp. ISAAC is smirking, knowing he still got the win, even if Centurion will live to fight another day. Centurion and Freedom stand in the ring, holding their equalizers and daring the two men to enter the ring as the show fades out.

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