'Game On' by Discipline begins to play as the words 'NLW' flash across the screen, followed by images of the final Uprising of 2008. Brad Jackson defeated the OWF's Akira Kanemura. The Ice Man and Jordan Brock defeat Tony Millennia and Jason Chase. The Phoenix beats Aphrodisia Jordan and calls out Jack Sullivan, leading to Jack firing Aphrodisia, and in the main event X-Terminator retained his Legacy Championship against 'Untamed' Nick James. The scene cuts to ringside, with Caelan Tyler and Jake Steel.

Caelan Tyler: Hello and welcome to the very first Uprising of 2009! This is Caelan Tyler and with me always is the often-imitated and never duplicated Jake Steel! We had a great line-up ready for all you diehard fans out there tonight!

Jake Steel: If by great you mean mediocre at best then okay, I can go with that.

Caelan Tyler: Oh come on, start the year off on the right foot Jake, didn't you have a good holiday season?

Jake Steel: Well let's see, the turkey I was going to deep fry blew up, so they ended up taking me to the emergency room. There, they had to run a catheter up my--

Caelan Tyler: Okay we get the idea Jake! Anyways, tonight we have the OWF's Dude JoB taking on the debuting Eli Young, The Lost Soul taking on the debuting Drake Munday, The Ice Man taking on 'Untamed' Nick James and in our main event we have The Phoenix taking on Skye Ricardo with Jack Sullivan as the special guest referee!

Jake Steel: I hope Jack breaks that tub of lard in two.

Caelan Tyler: Somehow I doubt that's going to happen Jake.

Jake Steel: Hey, I can dream, can't I?

Caelan Tyler: No, no you really shouldn't.

We head backstage to see a vision of the cameraman running. Screaming and yelling, both male and female, can be heard in the distance. The picture on your tv screen bounces as the cameraman heads down a long hallway, and turns to open up into a large backroom with loading docks and ring equipment. A door to the parking lot is wide open, and Charisma Finch enters the picture looking extremely worried. Two security guards are slow to get up, with one rubbing his head in pain and the other his shoulder. The portly man holding his head and wincing has a nametag that identifies him as 'Carl'. Charisma quickly starts asking questions.

Charisma Finch: Carl, what happened? Are you hurt? Did you see who, or what, did this? Can you hear me? How many fingers am I holding up? Why is Kenny hurt too...?

Carl: Woah lady...stop screaming, you're giving me an even worse headache.

Charisma Finch: Kenny, can you speak? Tell us what happened. I heard loud banging here and then screaming...

Kenny: Charisma, we were guarding the backdoor here like we always do. You know, making sure only NLW staff and superstars go in and out. Don't want any crazy fans sneaking in and causing a ruckus, you know? Anyway, Carl and I were minding our own business when all of a sudden Carl gets hit with something and goes down. I turn around to see what happens, but I too get hit with a blunt object of some sort. Everything goes to black...next thing you know, some NLW ring crew guys are helping us up. I have no clue what happened.

Charisma Finch: Did you see who hit you? Did you see anything before the attack?

Kenny: When I turned around, I caught a quick glimpse of something...whoever did it was wearing all black. His pants, a sweatshirt, his head was mostly covered by a black hood too. Hell, I even think...his eyes were black.

Charisma Finch: (looking at Carl) Carl, what have you got there?

Carl: Possibly the weapon the guy used on us...

Carl bends over to pick up a long, skinny object. Upon further inspection, it's a wooden baseball bat, spray painted in black. A few long cracks run down the bat vertically, possibly from connecting with the craniums of the two security guards. Carl, Kenny, and Finch all look at the bat with wide eyes - how could somebody do this to the nicest 2 staff members the NLW has? Carl spins the baseball bat to reveal an etching in the weapon – two initials: 'T.D.' We go back to ringside.

Caelan Tyler: Somebody had better get to the bottom of this quick! We may have a madman wandering around backstage!

Jake Steel: Well, whoever it was, he left his equalizer behind. The guy is unarmed now. Shouldn't be too tough for whoever it was to be apprehended and thrown out now. No doubt it's some crazed fan wanting an autograph from me.

Caelan Tyler: Yes Jake, I'm sure it's just a fan that's looking for an autograph from you.

Jake Steel: See? Glad you agree with me for once.

Tori Montgomery is walking backstage when a package delivery guy walks up and hands her a package. Tori seems confused but she signs for it and takes the package. It has a note attached. She reads the note her face showing even more puzzlement and confusion. She puts the note in her pocket and she walks off with the lime green package with golden stars all over it.

Caelan Tyler: A package for Tori? That's odd...

Jake Steel: Why is that odd?

Caelan Tyler: Well Tori does run the NLW website, but it's very odd that she'd get a package delivered here instead of the NLW headquarters.

Jake Steel: Oh. Well judging by the colors I bet it's from Skye Ricardo. Looks like something he's get.

'Scream' by Billy Idol starts to play as tie dye smoke shoots up from the entrance way as Dude JoB emerges from the smoke. His eyes focused but his mouth keeping a psychotic smirk on it. The fans boo or cheer for him, and he does care but he doesn't show it. He gets halfway down the ramp before he produces a tie dye bandana and wraps it around his head to keep the hair out of his eyes. He then walks down to the ring and leaps in, he poses for the crowd for a moment before signaling to the referee that he is ready to begin.

Zach King: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Love Valley, North Carolina... DUDE JOB!

Caelan Tyler: This is the first match Dude JoB has had in NLW, although he has faced NLW competitors before, such as when he beat The Ice Man on last Addiction to win the OWF's Sin City Spotlight Championship.

Jake Steel: That was a total fluke because his buddy Trent helped him.

'Voices' by Rev Theory starts to play, and Eli Young makes his way to the ring. The crowd reaction is mixed for the debuting competitor, and he taunts the fans in the front row some before entering the ring.

Zach King: And his opponent, from Jackson, Mississippi... Weighing in at 255 pounds... ELI YOUNG!

Caelan Tyler: This is also Eli's first match in a NLW ring, having signed a contract with the company during the break.

Jake Steel: Hopefully he does us all a favor and makes a lawn dart out of Dude JoB.

The bell rings, and the two men circle the ring before locking up in the center with a collar and elbow tie-up. Eli quickly wins this test of strength, slapping a side headlock on JoB. Wrenching his head and neck, Eli tries to take JoB to the mat, only for the Dude to shove him into the ropes. Eli bounces back, nailing Dude with a shoulderblock. JoB bounces back up, and Young catches him with an inverted atomic drop before sending him back to the mat with a stiff clothesline.

Caelan Tyler: Eli Young is off to a quick start here. Let's see if he can keep the momentum going though.

Jake Steel: I hope so, this tie-dyed ninny annoys me to no end.

Caelan Tyler: ...Did you just call Dude JoB a ninny?

Jake Steel: Yes! He totally is!

Caelan Tyler: ...Um, okay...

Young pulls Dude JoB to his feet, taunting Dude while doing so. Once he's back up, Eli goes for a haymaker, but Dude blocks it and fires back with a quick right jab that catches Eli completing off guard. JoB fires off a few more before kicking Young in the gut and delivering a DDT! Pulling Eli to his feet, JoB whips him into the ropes, catching him with a flying forearm that puts Eli down to the mat! JoB them quickly hooks the leg:

1...

No, Eli quickly gets his shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: No dice for Dude JoB there, although I'm a tad surprised he even got a 1 count there.

Jake Steel: Dude needs a new strategy.

Caelan Tyler: What would that be Jake?

Jake Steel: Let Eli beat the crap outta him till he's so tired that he collapses.

Caelan Tyler: I'm thinking that's probably not the kind of strategy he'd consider Jake.

Jake Steel: Why not? It would be entertaining to me!

JoB quickly pulls Eli to a seated position, kicking him in the back before applying a reverse chin hold, attempting to wear down the NLW rookie. Young won't have any of that though, using his elbow to strike JoB in the gut repeatedly, forcing him to release the hold. Eli then grabs Dude, delivering a sidewalk slam that drills him into the mat! Eli quickly goes for the pin:

1...

2...

No, shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: Eli Young was able to get out of that submission hold and nail Dude with a high impact move, although it wasn't enough to keep him down for the three count.

Jake Steel: Good. I want to see more Dude JoB abuse here!

Caelan Tyler: What did Dude JoB do for you to hate him so much Jake?

Jake Steel: He existed.

Caelan Tyler: That's--

Jake Steel: All it takes. It's Dude JoB! His mere existence is an insult to this business. Hurt him Eli!

Young taunts the fans some as Dude gets to his feet, then levels him with a big boot the moment Dude is upright. The fans boo as Eli pulls JoB up and tosses him into the corner. Eli then drills JoB in the midsection with a shoulder thrust, repeating this several times before backing up and charging the corner with a spear. JoB sees this coming though, moving out of the way. Eli isn't able to put the brakes on though, and he slams shoulder-first into the steel. The crowd makes an audible wincing noise upon impact, and Dude quickly yanks him loose and goes for the pin:

1...

2...

No, Eli is able to kick out!

Caelan Tyler: That spear attempt totally backfired on Eli there, he might've done some serious damage to his shoulder in the process.

Jake Steel: I hope not, I'd hate for a freak accident to lead to some terrible.

Caelan Tyler: Yeah, you never want to see a wrestler get put out with an injury.

Jake Steel: What? No, I mean something truly terrible, like a Dude JoB victory. That would be horrific.

Caelan Tyler: *Sighs*

With the bulls-eye now clearly painted on that shoulder Dude gets to work, stomping on Eli's shoulder and causing him to roll out of the ring to try to protect it. Eli gets to his feet outside the ring, holding his shoulder as the referee begins his count. 1! Dude JoB shakes his head before bouncing off of the far ropes. 2! Eli walks over to the apron, and as he does so JoB charges, catching Young with a baseball slide that knocks him back into the guard rail. 3! JoB drives an elbow into Eli's shoulder before rolling him back into the ring and going for the pin.

1...

2...

No, got the shoulder up!

Caelan Tyler: JoB is really looking to capitalize on that injury here.

Jake Steel: Well of course, that's about the only way he's going to have a chance to win here Cael.

Caelan Tyler: I'll never understand why you're so down on Dude JoB Jake.

Jake Steel: Lawn darts. Need I say more?

Caelan Tyler: ...Yes, yes you do. I have no idea what you mean by that.

Jake Steel: Aren't you supposed to be the play by play guy? The 'expert'? Haven't you ever watched ASW?

Caelan Tyler: Well yeah, but I try to block that out of my mind.

Jake Steel: ...I wish I could.

Dude JoB lifts Young up, trying to position him for a shoulderbreaker. Before JoB can manage to hit the move though, Eli slips out of his grasp and lands on his feet behind JoB. Eli acts quickly, hitting a swinging neckbreaker. Both men are down for a few moments before Eli shakes the cobwebs and gets to his feet, quickly putting the boots to Dude JoB before dragging him up and hitting an overhead belly to belly. Young rubs his sore shoulder a bit as he goes over to JoB and makes the pin:

1...

2...

No, JoB is able to kick out!

Caelan Tyler: JoB took too long with that shoulderbreaker, and now Eli is making him pay for it.

Jake Steel: Yes! Kick his ass! ABUSE~!

Caelan Tyler: I'm sure Young is hoping this is going to be enough for him to get this match under wraps.

Jake Steel: It should be. It's freakin' Dude JoB after all.

Dragging JoB to his feet, Eli motions to the crowd that he's looking to end it as he sets JoB up for the Zero Below. He tries to hook Dude's arms, but Dude is able to grab Eli and roll him into an inside cradle!

1...

2...

3!

The bell rings as Dude Job quickly scampers out of the ring, a smile on his face as Eli looks up at the referee, shocked.

Zach King: Here is your winner... DUDE JOB!

Caelan Tyler: Dude did it! He caught Eli Young with that inside cradle and got the victory here today.

Jake Steel: BOOOOOOO!

Caelan Tyler: Looks like Dude JoB's debut match here in NLW was a success.

Jake Steel: Bah~!

The camera cuts to the locker room of the reigning OWF PDA Champion, as he prepares for his match against Skye Ricardo. A knock on the door off-camera can be heard as he stands.

The Phoenix: Yeah?

The door opens, and in walks Charisma Finch, microphone in hand. She seems to be a bit restless, which considering what happened earlier in the evening is understandable.

Charisma Finch: Mind if I get a few words from you?

The Phoenix: When have you ever known me to say otherwise?

Charisma Finch: Ah. Well...what are your thoughts on the main event tonight, when you face Skye Ricardo?

There's a slight pause as Phoenix considers his choice of words.

The Phoenix: My thoughts are simply this--there is no way in hell that I am going to let Sullivan get the better of me. He's run out quite a few big names because they wanted to play by their rules and not his. It was only a matter of time before his gaze fell on the one person who has done everything that could be asked of him professionally, but yet receives nothing for it. And that's all fine and good. Let him think he can do the same to me. Because I'm not going to back down. Let him be biased. Let him be unfair. Let him and Skye go do whatever it is they do behind closed doors, it doesn't bother me. I'm treating this match as any other, plain and simple.

Charisma Finch: What of his comments before regarding you having to stand for yourself, with no friends to help you?

The Phoenix: Does it look like I'm worried, Charisma? [As she shakes her head, he continues.] I don't care if I have to be the one person facing the world--I've done it before and I'm sure I'll do it again. But if I have my way in the end, Josh Allen's going to find that he won't have anyone to back him up when the time comes. As for Sullivan...well, let's just say that his actions are going to come back and bite him in the ass soon enough and we'll leave it at that.

Charisma Finch: Are you concerned that Mr. Sullivan will find a way to screw you out of a Legacy title match should you win tonight?

The Phoenix: It wouldn't surprise me, to be honest. But if that's the game he's going to want to play, then let him. I'll get mine in the end--assuming he doesn't run this place into the ground first. When all's said and done, though, he's going to look like the fool for trying to hold back that which won't be denied, and more than one person's going to realize that they picked the wrong man to mess with.

Charisma Finch: Finally, any words for the NLW locker room?

Again, he pauses before nodding his head once.

The Phoenix: Yeah. Do yourselves a favor--keep an open mind, and stay as far away from Sullivan as you can. As an old friend of mine was wont to say...'You'll thank me later.'

Phoenix exits the camera shot as the feed cuts back to ringside.

Jake Steel: Who was the idiot who gave him more air time?

Caelan Tyler: Regardless of whom that may have been, Phoenix looks like he's serious about making a stand.

Jake Steel: Honestly, Caelan, can you see him as NLW Champion?

Caelan Tyler: Yes, yes I can.

Jake Steel: You just have an overactive imagination is all Cael.

The lights go out in the arena. After a few moments, 'Jesus of Suburbia' hits the PA as the lights turn back on to reveal Drake Munday standing on the stage, hands on hips, his face dull. He walks slowly down the ramp, soaking in his surroundings. As he finally reaches the end of the ramp, one of the crowd goes an insult too far, Drake hurriedly walks back and exchanges words with the member of the crowd, until one of the officials at last separates them. Drake then climbs up the stairs, into the ring and prepares to start the match.

Zach King: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Green Bay, Wisconsin... Weighing in at 250 pounds... Making his NLW debut... DRAKE MUNDAY!

Caelan Tyler: This is Drake Munday's first match contracted to NLW, although he had been part of the OWF organization up until this point.

Jake Steel: Man I hope he's better than the rest of those guys. Collision Course was a real snooze fest because of those OWF guys.

Caelan Tyler: Riiiight Jake.

Static fills the PA system as the lights dim down. The theme from 'Friday the 13th' starts to play as the lights stay dimmed for a few moments before coming back, revealing The Lost Soul standing in the center of the ring.

Zach King: Introducing his opponent, from parts unknown... Weighing in at 235 pounds... THE LOST SOUL!

Caelan Tyler: The Lost Soul has been quite busy lately, having joined up with Trent Steel, Jason Chase and Dude JoB to form the Rogues faction that ended up costing The Ice Man the Sin City Spotlight Championship.

Jake Steel: Yeah, I hope Drake here kicks his teeth in.

Caelan Tyler: You would hope that.

Jake Steel: Of course, this guy has always weirded me out.

The bell sounds as The Lost Soul and Drake Munday hook up to start the match. Drake gets the advantage of the lock up and begins to push The Lost Soul into a corner. He backs him into the corner as the referee comes over to make the 5 count to break the hold. Drake Munday goes the sportsman route and breaks the hold... no he forearms The Lost Soul... Another forearm and another. He Irish whips him into the corner and charges in but the Lost Soul moves out of the way Drake hitting nothing but corner. Drake stumbles out of the corner and is met with a dropkick! The Lost Soul pins him for the first attempt of the match.

1...

Kick out by Drake!

Caelan Tyler: TLS went for the quick cover here, but Drake was able to kick out. First Dude JoB and now TLS, I guess trying to win quickly is becoming a Rogue trademark.

Jake Steel: Along with being really creepy.

Caelan Tyler: ...Well I guess I can't argue with that, I don't think I'd want to run into any of them in a dark alley.

The Lost Soul rolls away and gets back on his feet as Drake also does the same. They stare at each other for a moment as they go for another lock up... no Drake Munday hits a forearm and another forearm. He Irish whips The Lost Soul into the ropes and goes for a clothesline but The Lost Soul rolls under him gets on his feet and runs into the ropes again. Drake Munday turns around as The Lost Soul hits a running cross body that topples Drake over for another pin attempt.

1...

Another easy kick out by Drake.

Caelan Tyler: These fast pin attempts don't seem to be getting TLS anywhere.

Jake Steel: Good, Drake's already shown himself to be better than the rest of the OWF roster. Maybe he'll be a better signee than that traitor X-Terminator.

Caelan Tyler: I think Drake here was a good pick-up for NLW, he is a former SCS Champion, after all.

Jake Steel: Well yeah, but so is like everyone else.

Drake Munday boots The Lost Soul in the stomach and goes for a suplex attempt. The Lost Soul again continues to be slippery as he flips out of it and lands on his feet backing away a few feet. Drake Munday charges at him and The Lost Soul hits a drop toe hold sending Drake down to the mat. The Lost Soul quickly gets up and waits for Drake to be on all four before running and jumping up in the air landing on Drake's head with both feet sending it into the mat! Drake is now flat on his face in the center of the ring as The Lost Soul quickly goes to the outside. Drake Munday pushes himself up on his feet as The Lost Soul springboards himself to the top rope and comes off with a springboard cross body that Drake Munday ducks! The Lost Soul crashes to the mat and crumbles up as Drake Munday dives down on him nailing him with blows to try and slow him down.

Caelan Tyler: The Lost Soul tried to go high risk there, and it ended up biting him in the ass.

Jake Steel: I'll never get why people even try going high risk. It, like, never pays off.

Caelan Tyler: Sure it can, both Aphrodisia and Josh Allen have been NLW Champion and they're high fliers.

Jake Steel: I said people. Aphrodisia is a goddess in human form and Josh Allen doesn't even qualify as being a person.

Caelan Tyler: Whatever Jake.

Jake Steel: Aph greater than sign Josh Allen. It's fact!

Caelan Tyler: Then why is Josh Allen champ now?

Jake Steel: Cheated.

Drake Munday picks The Lost Soul up and Irish whips him into the ropes. This time he gets a standing forearm blow in that knocks The Lost Soul down. Drake Munday stomps on his chest, and then stomps on his chest a few more times before dropping an elbow and then going for the pin attempt.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Drake Munday picks him up and backs up a few before hitting a beautiful standing dropkick that sends The Lost Soul crashing down to the mat. Drake Munday crawls over and how he now gets his second pin attempt.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Caelan Tyler: Those quick pins don't seem to be very effective for either man right now.

Jake Steel: Drake's too good to be put down and TLS is too dumb to know to stay down. Unstoppable force meets unmovable object.

Caelan Tyler: ...

Jake Steel: What?

Caelan Tyler: You're just really cranky tonight Jake.

Jake Steel: Well yeah, you would be too if you had a tube shoved up your--

Caelan Tyler: Okay I get it!

Drake Munday picks up The Lost Soul and Irish whips him into the corner. He walks over and grabs The Lost Soul and Irish whips him into another corner this time charging behind him and nailing him with a clothesline. He holds on to the Lost Soul and pulls him into the center of the ring setting him up for a suplex. Drake continues to hit the moves he failed to do earlier by hitting the suplex but he doesn't go for the pin attempt this time as he stands back up and drops an extra elbow for good measure and then goes for the pin.

1...

2...

Shoulder raised by The Lost Soul!

Caelan Tyler: Another pin, another failure.

Jake Steel: I don't think I've ever seen this many pin attempts in such a short span in NLW before.

Caelan Tyler: Nor have I.

Drake Munday picks up the Lost Soul and sets him up for another suplex attempt. He goes for it but The Lost Soul wiggles out of it and lands on his feet with Drake in a reverse DDT Position and he nails it! The Lost Soul rolls away to try to catch a breather as Drake Munday is downed by the move. The Lost Soul pulls himself up while Drake Munday is up on one knee. The Lost Soul wastes no time and runs in with a shining wizard taking Drake Munday back down. The Lost Soul goes for the pin attempt.

1...

2...

Kick out!

The Lost Soul goes to work climbing up to the top rope with Drake Munday still lying on the ground. The Lost Soul measures and jumps off with a splash nailing it. However he hit a little too hard and rolls off clutching himself in pain not going for the pin attempt. Drake Munday for his part rolls to the outside apron where he attempts to pull himself up. He succeeds in doing so just as The Lost Soul is up on his feet but holding his midsection for the bad landing. He walks toward the ropes but Drake Munday pulls himself through the middle rope ramming his shoulder into The Lost Soul's midsection. He does it a second time causing The Lost Soul to stumble away. Drake Munday comes back into the ring and hits a hard boot to the midsection sending The Lost Soul to his knees. He picks up the Lost Soul and Irish whips him into the ropes. He runs in at him nailing a running knee to the midsection causing The Lost Soul to flip in the air and land right on his rear.

Caelan Tyler: Another missed high risk move by TLS, and now Drake is working over the abdomen area on him.

Jake Steel: Whatever it takes to keep that make-up caked goon down.

Caelan Tyler: It's looking like Drake has the high risk moves well-scouted though, I think TLS will need to go a different route if he's going to pull this out.

Jake Steel: Yeah, he should just get himself counted out and try again some other time.

Drake Munday goes for the cover after this move.

1...

2..

3.. . No, shoulder up!

There is no doubt Drake Munday has had the match go his way for most of it. Drake Munday picks up The Lost Soul and brings him to the corner. He rams his shoulder into The Lost Soul... and then rams his shoulder into him again... and a third time. He grabs The Lost Soul and hoists him up on the top turnbuckle! The crowd stirs as Drake Munday goes up with him in an apparent superplex attempt. Drake Munday has him situated... he's going for it... and in mid air The Lost Soul shifts his body and lands on top of Drake Munday instead. It's a pin attempt...

1...

2...

3... NO KICK OUT!

Caelan Tyler: Drake went for a high risk move there and it backfired on him as well!

Jake Steel: Ugh.

Caelan Tyler: That top rope just seems to be jinxed for these two tonight.

Jake Steel: Bad juju.

That was the closest for The Lost Soul this match as he rolls off of Drake holding his midsection still. Drake Munday is able to sit up and then stand back up on his feet with The Lost Soul still down. He runs and nails The Lost Soul with a running kick that flips him over and then he drops a knee on him. He then goes for another pin attempt.

1...

2...

SHOULDER UP BY THE LOST SOUL!

Drake Munday looks frustrated as he picks The Lost Soul up. He seems unsure what he's going to do next and he decides to attempt another Irish Whip. He still seems unsure of what to do as he goes for something but The Lost Soul slides under him. The Lost Soul stands back up quickly and Drake expecting a dropkick puts his hands up to block but The Lost Soul goes low and nails him in the knees. Drake Munday grimaces as he crumples to the mat and the Lost Soul rolls away to give himself time to recover.

Caelan Tyler: Both men are down here, and it's starting to look like that fast pace is starting to wind both men.

Caelan Tyler: Hopefully Drake catches his second wind and puts TLS down for the count.

The Lost Soul pushes himself up and waits for Drake Munday to get to his feet as well. He goes for a kick in the stomach but Drake grabs his leg... The Lost Soul connects with an ENZIGUIRI. Drake goes down as The Lost Soul rolls him over for a pin attempt.

1...

2...
Shoulder up!

The Lost Soul rolls to the outside and begins to climb the top rope for a top rope maneuver. Drake Munday stirs though and is up on his feet and backs up into the ropes causing The Lost Soul to crotch himself. Drake Munday forces himself to the corner and begins to climb it for a second superplex attempt. He seems to have him situated but no The Lost Soul is fighting back... he's hitting shots to the stomach and... A quick eye poke sends Drake Munday crashing down. The Lost Soul wastes no time he's already on his feet and he flies off NAILING THE SOULED OUT! He covers Drake Munday as the Ref goes for the count.

1..

2...

3!

Caelan Tyler: TLS did it!

Jake Steel: DAMN!

The fans cheer as TLS rolls off of Drake, exiting the ring as the fans cheer for him.

Zach King: Here is your winner... THE LOST SOUL!

TLS then motions to Zach for the microphone. Zach hands the mic over, and TLS climbs back into the ring.

Caelan Tyler: Looks like TLS has something to say here.

Jake Steel: Ugh, and listen to the fans. They actually like this guy? Morons.

TLS paces around in the ring waiting for the crowd to quiet down. Once they quiet down, he slowly begins to speak.

The Lost Soul: I quit.

Caelan Tyler: What?!

Jake Steel: YES! He quit!

The crowd shows their displeasure with this announcement by booing. TLS drops the mic and begins to walk out through the crowd. The crowd is reaching and grabbing for TLS as he begins to walk out.

Caelan Tyler: I can't believe this!

Jake Steel: Good riddance. I hope that's the last we see of him.

Caelan Tyler: TLS is a great competitor Jake, why would you want to see him go?

Jake Steel: Easy, he's creepy!

Caelan Tyler: Well while we try to figure that out apparently Charisma has found something going on backstage, let's go to her and see what's up.

We head backstage where Charisma Finch is standing by with Samantha, the head caterer. They both look like they've seen a ghost, and Samantha in particular continues to look around like she is hiding from someone. Next to them lies a table of food, or what appeared to be a table of food. What is on there now is a mess of frosting, spilled coffee, crumbs of toast, and other various things.

Charisma Finch: To our fans, please explain what you witnessed a few moments ago Samantha.

Samantha: Well, each Uprising we supply the NLW Superstars with much needed food and beverage during the show. Typically the superstars have a cup of coffee or some water as well as a snack if need be. However, about 10 minutes ago I went into the kitchen to cut up some fruit for a tray I was making, and when I came out I saw a man... he was eating ALL the food on the table like he was a homeless guy. He was eating so fast that he was spilling half the food and drinks all over the floor and the table. When I yelled out for him to stop, he turned towards me and ran away, but not before grabbing some French fries first and stuffing them into his mouth as he bolted down that hallway

Samantha points east, down the hallway.

Charisma Finch: Is there anything else you can tell us about this man? Was it an NLW superstar, perhaps?

Samantha: He wasn't anyone I ever saw before, and I've been in this company since it reopened. It was difficult to see his face because it was hidden. In fact, he was pretty much covered in black from head to toe. Even when he turned towards me, his face was mostly hidden behind his black hood.

Charisma Finch: The same guy that accosted Carl and Kenny...

Samantha: Huh? Oh, maybe. I don't know. Anyway, the only thing he didn't touch was the pretzel rods apparently. He took the time though to arrange them together to form a phrase... (she says the phrase as the camera gets a good look at it) 'The Pleasure Has Been All Yours.'

The camera cuts back to Jake and Caelan at ringside.

Caelan Tyler: Well that's...odd.

Jake Steel: YES! You know what this means Cael?!

Caelan Tyler: ...What Jake?

Jake Steel: Bum fights!

Caelan Tyler: Huh?

Jake Steel: Jack is totally bringing in some bums to brawl and is trying to keep it a surprise.

Caelan Tyler: I somehow doubt that Jake.

Jake Steel: no way man, that's totally what's happening here. WOOO!

Jake stops as Tori Montgomery walks down to the ring with the lime green gold starred package under her left arm. She slides into the ring and asks for a microphone as she walks to the side of the ring. She is handed a microphone. She puts the microphone up to her lips and speaks.

Tori Montgomery: Earlier tonight NLW fans I was given this package. I was instructed specifically not to open it until an hour after receiving it and only in front of all you NLW fans. Now I must admit I have no clue what the contents of this package are. In fact... I'm not going to lie, I’m kind of nervous about it. I haven't always had the best of luck with the NLW talent so I'm worried it's some kind of cruel joke. Still I'm a dedicated NLW Employee and as such I will now open the mystery package that was handed to me. Let me just put this microphone underneath my arm...

Tori puts the microphone under her other arm as she begins to unwrap the package. She removes all the wrapping paper to reveal a white box. She takes the top off the white box and drops it to the mat. She reaches in with both hands letting the box fall to the mat revealing that she is holding a Non-NLW Title Belt. Confused she holds it up in one hand the microphone dropping from her. She bends down to pick it up and she speaks into it as she stares at the title belt.

Tori Montgomery: I'm... I'm not sure what this means. SSW Syndicate Champion. What the...

To the amazement of Tori this actually incites groups of cheers from the crowd. Not everyone in the crowd cheers but those 'in the know' seem to know who it is.

Tori Montgomery: I don't understand. What title belt is this... Can someone give me an answ--

Voice: Prepare for greatness!

Even more cheers ignite as the lights go black. The lights turn lime green as Sweet World by Omega Men begins to play. The crowd, especially the males, begin to cheer wildly as two women in lime green schoolgirl outfits skip unto the stage and begin to dance to music. After a few more seconds a figure in a lime green cloak skips unto the stage and begins to dance with them his hood flying back to reveal...

Tori Montgomery: OH MY GOD! IT'S JERRY EVANS!

The crowd, even those who still aren't sure of who he is, cheer the entrance as he skips down the aisle way to the ring. He rolls into the ring... kipping up to his feet and then doing a back flip landing on his feet. He walks up to Tori Montgomery letting her hold on to the title belt but taking the microphone from her. The lights turn back to normal as the crowd is buzzing. Tori just stares at Jerry motionless. Jerry gives her a smile and leans in...

Jerry Evans You almost... ALMOST got my name right. But you have to remember, cause it's very very very very VEERRRRRY important, that I am THE GREATNESS KNOWN AS... well... Jerry Evans. And now at the risk of my girlfriend forcing me to watch Pretty Woman as punishment...

Jerry leans in and gives Tori a peck on the cheek. Tori's face flushes red and then she faints in the ring as the crowd cheers/laughs at this.

Jerry Evans Sometimes NLW... you're just too much greatness for a mere interviewer to handle. But yes NLW it's finally happened. The moment NLW, THE WORLD, Aphrodisia Jor... wait wait wait. She's gone isn't she? Man, and I was going to have so much fun irritating the heck out of her. Well in any case, the moment NLW, THE WORLD, MY GIRLFRIEND, MY NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR'S DOG, THAT WEIRD BLIND KID I USED TO SIT BY DURING LUNCH, AND OF COURSE MR. T CAUSE HE PITYS THE FOOL WHO ISN'T PREPARED FOR GREATNESS THAT IS ME has been waiting for! Unless you're not which in that case I suggest you change the channel and watch something else cause I'm going to take a little bit of time. Now don't get me wrong NLW has lots of great talent. From the Jackrabbits...

This is met by cheers

Jerry Evans: To the man known as The Phoenix!

Even more cheers for this one. Even a small Phoenix chant breaks out before Jerry can continue.

Jerry Evans To the Josh Allens of the wo--

Before Jerry can even finish loud choruses of boos are heard throughout the arena. Jerry smiles at the boos as he bends down and picks his title up from the fainted Tori. He lifts it in the air.

Jerry Evans: They all had to win their titles, I'm so completely awesome I come prepackaged with one. I RULE! The SSW Syndicate Title, a belt I never lost, a belt that was wrapped around my utterly adorable waist for many months. A title that was soon going to guarantee me a shot at SSW's biggest prize, then Aphrodisia decided she didn't want to be a fed head no more and I went into the world of retirement. I did many things in my past few years off. Actually I mainly played old Nintendo games, I finally beat Battle toads, Oh and I got a girlfriend but she's not here tonight 'cause well... I kind of might of, sort of forgot to tell her I signed a NLW contract but we all make mistakes. But despite beating Battle toads which is awesome, despite getting a girlfriend, also awesome and I didn't have to use cheats to do it, the fact I never had a world title around my waist I have to admit, made me huffy.

And I'm still huffy, I will always be proud of the fact I was an undefeated champion, but I know it, and you the fans know it, I could've gone all the way and that's what I've come to NLW to do. To be great, be adorable, and most importantly be a champion. Not just any champion but a world champion. Cause I promise you all I will be the most awesome, the most excellent, the most adorable, and minty fresh world champion you’ll ever see!!!! SEACREST Ummm I mean JERRY OUT!

The fans cheer as Jerry gives the fans a playful bow. He then skips to the ring ropes and exits the ring skipping all the way up the aisle way and back to the locker room area.

Caelan Tyler: I don't believe it Jake, Jerry Evans has signed a contract with NLW!

Jake Steel: Who?

Caelan Tyler: One of the best high fliers out there.

Jake Steel: Oh great, another flippy kind of guy, just what NLW needed.

Caelan Tyler: He'll be a great addition to the roster Jake.

Jake Steel: I'm sure...

Flickering red and purple stage lights strobe over the dimmed entrance and the upbeat tempo of Angry Young Man by Billy Joel slams out through the arena. The curtains burst open with flourish and James pauses on the stage, looking down to peer out at the crowd over top his sunglasses. Soaking in their cheers for a moment, James brushes them off, marching toward the ring while he wraps white tape around his wrists. James leaps from the floor to the apron without even taking a running start, then hooks an arm over the middle rope and rolls through into the ring, throwing his arms out to the sides and spinning in a circle as he enjoys the spotlight.

Zach King: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring: from Brantford, Ontario, Canada... Weighing 171 pounds... 'UNTAMED' NICK JAMES!

Caelan Tyler: We haven't seen Nick since that brutal beatdown he suffered at Collision Course back in December. It'll be interesting to see if there's any ring rust in this contest.

Jake Steel: I give him five minutes, tops, before he gets destroyed.

'Second to None' By Styles of Beyond begins to sound over the arena loudspeakers and the lights begin to flicker slightly before going out completely. After a few moments there is a large explosion on the stage and the lights come back up, revealing The Ice Man in the middle of the stage with the Anarchy X Championship over his shoulder. He stands silent for a moment, and the music suddenly cuts out, being replaced with 'Cold as Ice' by M.O.P. A grin crosses The Ice Man's face as he makes his way to the ring to face his young opponent.

Caelan Tyler: And his opponent... From Portland, Oregon... Weighing in at 275 pounds... he is the reigning 3 time Anarchy X Champion... THE ICE MAN!

Caelan Tyler: Ice is coming off a loss to Dude JoB in an OWF Sin City Spotlight title match; he's going to be incensed tonight to get back on track.

Jake Steel: Take a look at him, Cael. It's gonna happen, I can see it now!

The bell sounds to get this contest underway. Nick is giving up over a hundred pounds and a lot of power, and Ice tries to make him aware of that right from the bell as he shoves Nick away like a plaything. James rolls backwards to end up on one knee facing the Anarchy X champion, sizing the big man up. Ice moves forward again, looking for another move but Nick is able to duck underneath Ice Man, come up behind the larger man, and dropkick him between the shoulder blades. Ice staggers forward a couple of steps before turning around to see Nick scramble back to his feet and stay across the ring from him.

Caelan Tyler: James with the definite speed advantage here; he's going to want to keep away from Ice's power game.

Jake Steel: Or he can just be a putz, get himself destroyed like the jobber he is, and we can move on. That's my choice.

Caelan Tyler: ...

A brief flash of anger crosses Ice's face before he charges forward, looking to overwhelm the youngster. Again, though, Nick's speed benefits him as he rolls to the side, springing up to his feet as he runs to the ropes. Ice turns as James springboards off the second ropes and catches Ice with a clothesline that does not send the Anarchy X champion down. Undaunted, James comes off the ropes again, but this time Ice is ready as a shoulder block sends Nick down in a hurry. Ice wastes no time in dropping an elbow on the young Canadian before wrenching in a side headlock to buy a little time to think, and to slow James down as well.

Jake Steel: ...if this entire match is going to be boring like this, then I'm gonna go to sleep or something.

Caelan Tyler: Good grief--our first show of the year and you've already been a pain all night. This is gonna be a long year...

After forcing James to carry his weight for about thirty seconds, Ice stands up, still with Nick in the side headlock. James finally gets out of it by slipping out the back and trying for a hammerlock, but Ice easily breaks free and whips James into the far-side ropes. On the return, Ice looks for a hard clothesline that Nick ducks under while grabbing the arm, and swings himself up for a crucifix...but can't pull Ice down for the pin attempt. The Anarchy X champion snarls as he prepares to drop backward with a modified Samoan drop, but James lets go of the crucifix himself and scrambles away, heading towards the ropes. Ice turns just in time to eat a running forearm shot for his troubles, and Nick follows that up with a Muay Thai-style knee that staggers Ice for a moment.

Caelan Tyler: Haven't seen that before from Nick--he must have been in training during his recovery.

Jake Steel: Meh, just a lucky shot.

Backing up a step, he comes in with a spinning heel kick, but Ice catches him in mid-air and nails a front slam to stop the momentum of the young Canadian before it can really get started. Ice tries for a quick cover, but can't put the former OWF Network champion away this early as James escapes before the count of two. Relentless, Ice regains his footing, hauls James up by the head and neck, and delivers a hard body slam that rattles the ring for a moment or two. James goes to get up, but is caught by Ice for his troubles and set up in a suplex position. Seemingly at ease, Ice lifts the Canadian into the air, holding the suplex for a good fifteen seconds before completing the suplex. Ice looks for a cover, but only gets a short two as James still has too much in the tank yet.

Caelan Tyler: Nice execution on the delayed suplex, but just not enough to get the win this early.

Jake Steel: Damn shame, too. I'm bored with this match.

Caelan Tyler: For the love of....

Ice yanks James up quickly, a forearm shiver sending Nick reeling into the corner. Ice stalks in and whips James hard across the ring, the impact of hitting the turnbuckles dropping James like a bad habit as he holds his back. Methodically, Ice Man pulls Nick to his feet and whips him into the opposite corner again, and this time the impact is hard enough for Nick to roll out of the ring. The grimace on his face speaks volumes as Ice leaves an adjacent side of the ring and comes around to find his opponent at the base of the entrance ramp.

Caelan Tyler: And now Nick James is in trouble--we've seen how vile and sadistic Ice can be. He's not a three-time Anarchy X champion for nothing.

Jake Steel: Wait... abuse? Seriously? Now you have my attention.

The referee begins his count as Ice picks up James again and cinches him up for a possible suplex on the outside. Nick's able to block it with his legs not once, but twice before he wriggles free and hits Ice with a forearm. Ice staggers back a step, and Nick uses that to gain momentum, planting a shoulder into Ice's midsection and backing him into the corner of the ring apron. After impact, Ice falls to a knee as James rolls into the ring, and quickly back out again to break the count as he moves several feet away from Ice, who has fallen to all fours.

Jake Steel: This isn't abuse! You lied to me, Cael!

Caelan Tyler: I never said that word, Jake.

Jake Steel: YOU'RE LYING!

A wild grin crosses James' face as he runs towards Ice, planting a foot on his back and leaping up to the apron. His opposite foot is merely a plant here as well as he bounces to the middle rope. Ice finally stands and turns just in time to get caught by a triple-jump Asai moonsault from Nick James, sending both men down and the crowd to their feet with that move. Nick is first up as the ref's count reaches five, and he pulls Ice to his feet and shoves him back into the ring before sliding in himself. The momentum is on his side at the moment, and he knows this as he waits for Ice to get up. As the Anarchy X champ does so, Nick catches him with a standing side kick that drops Ice to the mat. Instead of going for the cover, James stands in the middle of the ring, showboating with his back turned to Ice, much to the delight of the Detroit crowd.

Caelan Tyler: Nice series of moves by the youngster, but he's taking too much time to show off here. He should be pressing the attack.

Jake Steel: And I should be pressing the snooze button.

Nick finally turns around, looking to continue the assault on Ice Man, but is turned inside-out by a wicked lariat clothesline from Ice, who had been given time to recover! The look on Ice's face speaks volumes as he lifts Nick back to his feet and whips him into the left-side ropes, drilling him into the mat with a vicious spinebuster. Not satisfied with that, he pulls James to his feet and picks him up from the side, dropping him across an outstretched knee with a pendulum backbreaker—no show, all impact. Nick falls to the mat, and Ice immediately looks for a cover, getting just two as Nick is able to get the left shoulder up.

Jake Steel: Ok, that livened things up a bit. At least, Nick's back is thinking so!

Caelan Tyler: Seriously, Jake, what the hell did you do with your time off, think of more lame-ass jokes to alienate our audience?

Jake Steel: ...Shut up!

Ice looks at the ref as if to say 'Do you know who you're fucking with?' before unceremoniously hauling Nick to his feet. Ice backs up a few steps before charging forward, looking for another devastating clothesline, but Nick rolls underneath the arm. The Anarchy X champion stops, goes to spin around to resume the attack, but eats a spinning heel kick for his efforts. The impact sends both men down, but before the referee can start the obligatory ten-count Ice is already to his knees, looking downright pissed. He stalks over towards Nick, who surprises him with a small package as the referee looks for the cover:

1...

2...

Kickout at two and a half! Nick almost steals the victory there.

Caelan Tyler: And that would have been quite an upset there, if James had found a way to hold Ice down for another half a second.

Jake Steel: Upset? More like a fluke.

Ice is quickly up, a right hand rocking James' head back as the Canadian leans up against the ropes. A second and third follow this, and Ice whips Nick away. However, instead of rebounding, Nick jumps onto the second rope, and springboards back off, the momentum being just enough to send Ice staggering chest first into the opposite ropes by way of a spinning head scissors. Nick is quick to ascend the ropes, waiting for Ice to recover. The big man does and turns, as Nick leaps off for a high cross body...but the Anarchy X champion catches him in midair!

Jake Steel: Oh, this should be good....

With a heave, Ice moves Nick from chest level to on his shoulders, in perfect position for the Ice Pick! Ice spins James around, but James manages to keep an arm around Ice's head and counters the Ice Pick with a variant of a DDT! He didn’t quite catch all of it, however, as Ice is up a split second before James regains a vertical base. Ice comes in, looking perhaps for a double axe handle, but Nick whips a leg out, catching Ice in the gut with a shin kick. Without a moment's thought, James his another Muay Thai knee, and Ice is sent to the mat in a hurry as the impact was almost squarely on the head. Nick is quick to leave the ring and scale the ropes again, as Ice is slow to recover.

Caelan Tyler: James looking to go high-risk; I'm not sure how wise this is.

Jake Steel: I am: it's not!

Nick gets to the top rope and perches, waiting for what must seem like an eternity as Ice gets to a knee, still mostly doubled over. That was the opening Nick wanted, as he leaps off, connecting with a somersault axe kick that sends the Anarchy X champion to the mat in a hurry! The crowd comes alive, smelling an upset. Instead of going for the cover, James points again to the corner, bringing the crowd as one to their feet. He goes up the ropes, sizing Ice up as he stands.

Caelan Tyler: Nick should have gone for the cover there--surely he had Ice beaten!

Jake Steel: Apparently he didn't think so, and now it's time to watch him crash and burn!

Nick exhales once and leaps, apparently for a shooting star press but over rotates by half a revolution, hitting Ice with a shooting star version of a senton bomb! After impact, Nick rolls over and hooks the far leg as the ref slides in for the cover...

1...

2...

3!

'Angry Young Man' hits the speakers as Nick jumps to his feet, arm raised in victory.

Zach King: Here is your winner...'UNTAMED' NICK JAMES!

Caelan Tyler: Nick James with the victory here, quite possibly the biggest of his young career.

Jake Steel: This has just not been my night. Not a single match has gone how I wanted...

Caelan Tyler: Sometimes that happens Jake.

Jake Steel: This must be a nightmare. Quick Cael, pinch me and wake me-- OW!

Caelan Tyler: Nope, you're awake.

Jake Steel: DAMNIT!

Josh Allen is backstage in his locker room fumbling through his locker when a knock is heard at the door. He tucks away his NLW Heavyweight Championship into his bag, just in case, and gives the common 'Come in' greeting. The door opens slowly, and Josh looks up in time to see the visitor flip the light switch in the room off. The room is dark except for the sliver of light coming from outside in the hallway and under the crack in the door. We can faintly see the two figures standing about 10 feet apart; one is Josh Allen, and the other is the unknown man who has entered the room.

Josh Allen: What the hell!?!? You have 3 seconds to turn the light back on, or so help me I'll...

Man: (slowly) It's...been a long time...Josh Allen. A. LONG. TIME. Or.. should I just call you JA?

Josh Allen: Who the hell are you? You need to give some answers right now, because in a few seconds my vision is going to adjust to the darkness and I'm...

Man: Josh, calm down. I'm not here to hurt you. In fact, I have no beef with you. I came here just to talk. A friendly chat. I don't know if you'll remember me or not, but I certainly remember you. In fact, I'm here to thank you. All those years ago, you gave me a chance. My first chance. I've done things since then, but it's nice to know you're still around and kicking. In fact, congratulations at becoming the NLW Heavyweight Champion. You certainly deserve it...

Josh Allen: ...

Man: Like I said, I’m not here to hurt you, so you can unclench your fists and sit down. Yeah, I'm not accustomed to florescent lighting anyway, so I can certainly see you quite easily in the darkness. I enjoy the dark, actually. Just like I used to enjoy wrestling for you, boss.

Josh Allen: It's been a long time since...

Man: I know, I know. I didn't come to rehash the past. But rather I wanted to talk about the present. The time is now, Josh. This isn't a threat directed at you by any means, but rather the rest of the NLW. So I’m sure they're listening or watching somewhere else in the building. In fact, I know security is probably watching also, which means I don't have much time until they come find me and kick me out of the arena.

The man flips on the lightswitch and Josh squints from the sudden influx of light. It takes him a moment to adjust, but when he looks up, JA sees his visitor -- a man dressed in black jeans and a solid black sweatshirt to match. He isn't blinded by the light, perhaps because of the hood on the sweatshirt shielding his eyes. The hood also prohibits Josh from identifying the man in the room with him. However, Allen stays seated on the bench.

Josh Allen: You're that guy that's been seen backstage. You beat up two security guards and rifled through catering. You're no doubt a wanted man...

Man: As I was saying, I am here to talk about the present. Whether Jack Sullivan likes it or not, I'm going to be here to stay. I'm not offering up an alliance; I Stand Alone. I just wanted to make you aware that someday, I'm sure we'll cross paths. And if that happens, I'm real anxious to see how it will turn out, because it'll be a long time coming. I took a look at the roster that was hanging backstage a little while ago -- some names I know, but most are a bunch of rookies in my mind. And anyone that knows me knows I just LOVE rookies.

The man removes his hood to reveal a cold face. His eyes indeed are jet black, just as Kenny said earlier. His hair is slicked back and matches the rest of his attire - black. Scars run all over his face to show that this man has seen his share of battles. His eyes stay locked on those of Josh Allen's, whose face now changes. Josh opens his mouth in disbelief...he knows this man.

Josh Allen: Holy shit... you're...

Man: Top Dog. That's right Mr. Allen. It's good to see you again. I...

Just then, security guards bust through the door without knocking, startling JA and Top Dog a bit. The guards have batons in one hand, and handcuffs in another. Behind the two guards are Kenny and Carl, with looks of pure hatred on their faces. Top Dog turns his attention back to Josh Allen, seemingly ignoring the security guards behind him with weapons. Allen just shakes his head.

Guard 1: Josh, we’re here to get this guy out of the building! He's being taken away to the Detroit penitentiary right away. Harm is going to soon be out of your way!!!

Josh Allen: (whispering) Detroit... that's right... we're in your hometown tonight...

Top Dog: I thought I'd pay myself a visit when I heard that NLW was coming to town. And as luck would have it, trust me, this won't be the last time you see me Josh.

The guards slap the cuffs on TD's left arm, and he doesn't try to fight it. Instead, he willingly holds out his right arm to the guards so they can cuff him completely. However, Top Dog's gaze doesn't leave Josh Allen's. The two remain silent as TD is being carried away and out of the locker room. From the hallway, Josh Allen can hear a few last words coming from Top Dog.

Top Dog: Oh, and Josh? The pleasure...it's been all yours, old friend.

Caelan Tyler: Top Dog? What's he doing here?

Jake Steel: To give your homeboy a message obviously.

Caelan Tyler: He's not under contract though!

Jake Steel: Yet. I'd love to see him back. Top Dog ruled!

The words 'FUCK THE FANS' blare over the PA system before 'In My Grip' starts to play. Jack Sullivan begins to walk down the entrance ramp, taunting the fans as he enters the ring, decked out in a referee's shirt and slacks.

Zach King: The following match is to determine the number one contender to the NLW Legacy Championship! Introducing first, the special guest referee... He is the president of NLW... JACK SULLIVAN!

Caelan Tyler: There's Jack now, wonder if he knows what just went down between Top Dog and his chosen champion.

Jake Steel: Jack knows everything. I expect to see Top Dog in the ring next show. Just wait and see.

'Boyfriend' by Ashlee Simpson starts to play as pastel colored spotlights begin to shine down onto the entrance ramp. Skye Ricardo walks out from the back, wearing a long coat, wrestling trunks and boots that match with the colors of the spotlights on the entrance ramp. Strapped on his waist is the now-retired OWF/MVW LillyAss title, which he caresses as he walks down the ramp, ignoring the boos from the crowd.

Zach King: And the participants... From Small Town, Arkansas... Weighing in at 213 pounds... he is the last OWF/MVW LillyAss Champion... SKYE RICARDO!

In the ring, Skye shakes Jack's hand before taking off his coat and title belt and handing them to a stagehand.

Caelan Tyler: Skye looks confident here, even though he's giving up a huge size difference to The Phoenix.

Jake Steel: Well duh. For one it's The Phoenix, and second he's got the ref on his side!

The lights in the arena go dark, remaining so for a few moments before a dim red light illuminates the arena. The opening strains of 'The Instinct' hit the arena, but before they could build they are replaced by 'Numb' by Linkin Park. As that song starts to build, fire shoots from each of the ring corners. The song continues to build in volume for another twenty seconds of so before another large flame pyro goes off at the entryway. As it dies down, a figure can be seen in the smoky haze walking towards the ring as Zach King makes the introduction.

Zach King: And his opponent... from the End of Nowhere, weighing 365 pounds... He is the current OWF Public Display of Aggression Champion... this is THE PHOENIX!

There is no emotion on Phoenix's face, just solid determination as he walks to the steps, pauses for a brief moment, and sends a shout to the heavens before climbing in the ring. The lights finally revert back to normal as he pulls on the ropes a couple of times for good measure before handing his title to a NLW official and waiting for the bell, staring at both Jack and Skye.

Caelan Tyler: I don't envy The Phoenix's position right now, being stuck in the ring with those two.

Jake Steel: I don't envy The Phoenix ever. It must suck being so much suck in one package.

Caelan Tyler: Shut up Jake.

The bell sounds, and The Phoenix immediately charges towards Skye, who slides out of the ring. The Phoenix follows him out, and Jack immediately starts to count. 1! 2! 3! The Phoenix quickly rolls back in once he realizes what Jack is doing, leaving Skye on the outside. The crowd immediately boos at the fast count, but Jack just ignores them. Skye slides back into the ring, and The Phoenix quickly greets him with a clubbing blow to the back and neck, knocking him to the mat. Phoenix then yanks him to his feet, throwing him into the corner and then delivering a back elbow. Phoenix delivers another back elbow to Ricardo, but Jack tells him to break it up.

Caelan Tyler: Unbelievable. The match just started and already Jack is showing how horribly biased he is here.

Jake Steel: Biased how? The Phoenix exited the ring, so Jack started the countout process. Nothing wrong with that.

Caelan Tyler: Nothing wrong? It was a fast count!

Jake Steel: No it wasn't, all the other refs just count too slow is all.

Caelan Tyler: ...

Shaking his head, Phoenix pulls Ricardo out of the corner and to the center of the ring, where he takes him to the mat with a headlock takedown. Phoenix keeps his arm wrapped around Skye's neck, trying to cut off the air supply of the former Juniorweight champion. Jack checks the situation, then quickly starts to count to 5, forcing Phoenix to release the hold. When he does, Jack makes the 'choke' motion, and the anger in Phoenix's eyes is clear to everyone watching. Pulling Skye up, Phoenix quickly applies a standing armbar onto his opponent.

Caelan Tyler: I'm not liking how this is going. First the fast count, now having him release a headlock? This is ridiculous!

Jake Steel: Oh please, it's about time someone paid some attention to the things The Phoenix has gotten away with in the ring. The liberties he takes, it's sickening!

Caelan Tyler: Liberties?! He's one of the cleanest wrestlers in NLW. I've never seen the man try to cheat!

Jake Steel: You're just an enabler Cael, willing to turn a blind eye to everything and anything.

Caelan Tyler: No Jake, that's you!

Jake Steel: Nuh-uh!

Caelan Tyler: Uh-huh!

The PDA Champion wrenches at Skye's arm for a few more moments before whipping his opponent to the ropes. Instead of hitting the ropes, however, Skye slides out of the ring, and a chorus of boos quickly follows as the crowd shows their displeasure for this. Phoenix shakes his head in frustration as Jack gets in Phoenix's face, telling him that he's gotta keep it clean with the armbars. Phoenix stares at him as if he's lost it, buying Skye the time needed to slide back into the ring and hit Phoenix from behind! He throws several rights before drilling Phoenix with a picture-perfect dropkick that sends the PDA Champ to the mat. Skye quickly scrambles for the cover:

1!

2!

No, The Phoenix barely gets his shoulder up before the fast count!

Caelan Tyler: Now he's counting pins fast?!

Jake Steel: That's right Mr. Sullivan, show him who's boss! You run this place!

Caelan Tyler: This is just reaching new heights of absurdity by the moment.

Jake Steel: What are you bitching about? I thought you and Skye were like butt-buddies or something?

Caelan Tyler: hardly. I enjoy Skye's talents as a wrestler, but this is just completely unfair.

Jake Steel: Says you.

Caelan Tyler: Says everyone!

Jake Steel: Not me!

Caelan Tyler: Ugh.

Before The Phoenix can even react to the fast count Skye goes back to his assault, hitting Phoenix with a forearm before running to the ropes. He tries to hit Phoenix with a clothesline, but Phoenix ducks under, and when Skye bounces back Phoenix sends him flying with a back body drop! The crowd cheers as Skye pops back up and Phoenix hits him with an atomic drop that he quickly follows up with a neckbreaker. Phoenix quickly goes for the pin:

1...

...

...

Nothing. The Phoenix gets up from the pin once he notices that Jack stopped paying attention and has started to taunt the crowd instead.

Caelan Tyler: How is that fair? Jack didn't even count the pin!

Jake Steel: That fan distracted him! You can't fault Jack for wanting to correct the fan's ignorance, now can you?

Caelan Tyler: Yes, yes I can. This is the biggest farce I've seen in wrestling since Bifford gave the OCW World title to Goldie.

Jake Steel: Hell no! Jack is the best special guest referee in NLW history! You're just upset because Your guy isn't getting the job done. That's his fault, not Jack's.

Caelan Tyler: But he had Skye pinned for what should've been a three count!

Jake Steel: There was no pin being counted though, so clearly he didn't!

Before Caelan can argue some more Skye is back to his feet and cheap shots Phoenix from behind, causing the crowd to boo some more. Phoenix drops to his hands and knees, something Skye quickly capitalizes on by dropping an elbow across the back of the PDA Champ's neck. Skye then quickly goes to apply a camel clutch on Phoenix. Realizing what could happen here, Phoenix quickly pops up and throws himself backwards, driving Ricardo back-first into the nearby turnbuckles. A 'Phoenix' chant starts as he pulls Ricardo from the corner and hits an exploder suplex to the crowd's delight.

Caelan Tyler: Nice high impact move there by The Phoenix, although he got pretty lucky there that Skye wasn't able to get that hold locked in.

Jake Steel: Why, afraid that Phoenix would tap like a girl?

Caelan Tyler: No, more afraid that Jack would call the match in Skye's favor for it regardless of whether or not Phoenix taps.

Jake Steel: Jack would never do such a thing! I can't believe you'd slander our boss like that!

Caelan Tyler: Riiiiight.

With Ricardo down, Phoenix grabs his ankle, quickly locking in the Blaze of Glory. Ricardo immediately starts to panic, and realizing this Jack grabs his arms, dragging both him and The Phoenix to the ropes. Ricardo grabs the bottom rope, and The Phoenix seethes as he releases the hold. The Phoenix pulls Ricardo up, hitting him with a tear drop suplex before he goes for another cover:

1...

2...

...

Again, Jack stops the count, this time acting as if he's got something in his eye.

Caelan Tyler: Oh come on!

Jake Steel: What? The man's got something in his eye!

Caelan Tyler: No he doesn't!

Jake Steel: How would you know?

Caelan Tyler: It's obvious, he's just screwing with The Phoenix!

Jake Steel: Seriously Cael, all these allegations against our boss, you should consider yourself lucky that he doesn't fire you.

Caelan Tyler: You mean like he fired Aphrodisia?

Jake Steel: That was The Phoenix's fault! He forced Jack to do that, and I'll never forgive him for it.

The Phoenix gets to his feet, the crowd booing Jack as he stops wiping his eye. Before The Phoenix can say anything to the boss Skye intervenes, delivering a low blow on the PDA Champion. The Phoenix doubles over in pain as Skye leans against the ropes, trying to catch his own breath. Thinking quickly, Jack rolls Phoenix onto his back before throwing Skye on top and beginning to count.

1!

2!

3-- No, The Phoenix got his shoulder up at the very last possible moment!

Caelan Tyler: Oh come on, now they're resorting to cheap shots to try to win this. If this is fair Jake, then why wasn't Skye disqualified for that?

Jake Steel: Well clearly Jack still can't see very well and he didn't see where Skye hit Phoenix, just that he had done so.

Caelan Tyler: And the putting Skye on top for the pin attempt?

Jake Steel: He's just helping out one of his employees. I'd want my boss to help me if I needed it.

Caelan Tyler: You're incorrigible Jake.

Jake Steel: Your Mo--

Caelan Tyler: No! Don't you dare think about starting that up this year!

Frustrated at this point, Jack pushes Skye to the side and drags The Phoenix up himself, delivering a stiff right hand to phoenix's forehead. Jack continues this assault, pummeling Phoenix as someone jumps the guard rail, chair in hand. It's quickly revealed that this is X-Terminator, who slides into the ring and catches Skye in the gut with the chair before lining up his shot on Jack. Jack's got his back turned, and when he finally turns around X-T blasts him with the steel, dropping him to the mat!

Jake Steel: NO! Cheaters!

Caelan Tyler: Cheaters? X-Terminator is just evening the odds since jack flat out attacked The Phoenix.

Jake Steel: This is total bull!

Caelan Tyler: You would say that Jake, but I doubt there's really too many people out there that would agree.

Jake Steel: Damnit all!

X-T throws the chair down to the mat, and The Phoenix grabs Jack, lifting him onto his shoulders and delivering an Immolation, drilling Jack onto the steel! Skye gets to his feet, and Phoenix quickly hits an armbar takedown on him, transitioning it into the Blaze of Glory. With the submission locked in, another referee rushes to the ring to take over for the downed Jack. Skye tries to hold on, but the pain is too much and he quickly taps.

Zach King: Here is your winner... THE PHOENIX!

Caelan Tyler: The Phoenix did it! He beat the odds!

Jake Steel: Yeah, by cheating!

Caelan Tyler: X-T was only playing equalizer Jake, get over it.

'Untamed' Nick James comes down to ringside as well, sliding into the ring before both him and X-T raise Phoenix's arm in victory. As they do so, the rest of the FTF (Josh Allen, The Ice Man, and Jordan Brock) charge the ring. The self-proclaimed 'Mother CaNuckers' and The Phoenix are ready though, and a brawl quickly breaks out.

Caelan Tyler: This has turned into an all-out brawl here at ringside Jake!

Jake Steel: Yes! Maybe I'll see some abuse tonight after all!

Unfortunately for The Phoenix and his allies, Jack Sullivan and Skye Ricardo are also still in the ring, and the second they come to they join in on the brawl, and it quickly becomes a flat-out assault, as the numbers game starts to play a part.

Jake Steel: Beat 'em down! FTF for life!

Just then, 'Never Know' starts to play on the PA system, and the crowd erupts as 'Venom' Xavier Lux comes running down the entrance ramp, steel chair in hand.

Caelan Tyler: VENOM!

Jake Steel: What?! NOOOOO!

Caelan Tyler: We haven't seen Venom in months!

Venom slides into the ring, and the FTF quickly clears out, leaving Venom standing in the middle of the ring as the crowd goes ballistic. Slowly, The Phoenix pulls himself to his feet.

Caelan Tyler: Venom's back, and he just came to The Phoenix's aid.

Jake Steel: What a nightmare this show has turned out to be...

Venom turns around, noticing Phoenix. He looks him over for a second before nailing him with the chair! The crowd literally falls completely silent for a moment, stunned by this turn of events before starting to boo. The FTF re-enters the ring, and the quickly drag both Nick James and X-Terminator to their feet before Venom hits both with the chair.

Caelan Tyler: WHAT?!?

Jake Steel: Venom is helping out the FTF!

With all three men down, Venom removes the hoodie he was wearing, revealing a FTF shirt underneath. Jack holds up Venom's arm as the scene fades out...